#i’m just so so fucking tired all the time and when i get home all i can do is lay down

[kikidoul]

── GAME OF PATIENCE.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 양정원 x fem! reader content established relationship non-idol au college/university au ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content petnames used mean dom! jungwon cock sucking brief and discussed somnophilia reader trying to seduce jungwon twice HEH rough sex degrading kink crying pussy eating fingering begging squirting lmk if i miss anything else . . .!? 2417 — mlist. req

note. and with this, the next few works will be heeseung.... taglist. @tfwbluu

The first time it happened was in the morning. It started when you woke up without your alarm going off, much to your happiness. Having pulled countless all-nighters to study for your examinations for the past few weeks means you deserved a much-needed uninterrupted sleep. You turned, the sheets softly rustling and you were granted the sight of your boyfriend sleeping peacefully, unaware of your dilemma. You clenched your thighs when your mind wandered to the wet dream you had, about how Jungwon had you bent over the nearest surface, ruthlessly pounding into you. 

You had discussed this with him before. This refers to waking him up in a different way. Which was why you stealthily crawled towards him, resting yourself between his parted legs. Thankfully, Jungwon doesn’t sleep with pants on, only wearing his boxers—meaning there was one less article of clothing to remove. You pulled it down, mouth watering at the sight of his soft cock—something you were determined to change. 

Leaning in while tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you gave kitten licks to the tip, eyes focused on his face. He squirmed, cutely scrunching his nose but didn’t wake up. Now motivated, you took him in your mouth, moving forward until you felt the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your free hand moves to fondle with his balls as you begin bobbing your head. 

“Ngh, wh-what,” he stirred to live, looking down at you with half-opened eyes, only to sigh in pleasure, tossing his head as you traced the veins protruding from the side of his cock.

“Baby—hah, st-stop,” he protested, and you released his cock, worried that you had done something wrong.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“Nothing, I’m just too tired for this. Maybe later,” he mumbled, gesturing for you to come up. 

You sighed, disappointed but nodded in understanding. Just like you, Jungwon had pulled lots of all-nighters to get through his examinations and as much as you were tempted to get railed into oblivion, you wanted your boyfriend to get as much rest as he could. You pulled his boxers back up, crawling into his awaiting arms and rested your head on his chest. 

“Although, can’t say I was expecting that,” he teased, kissing the top of your head. 

~ 

The second time it happened was when Jungwon was making instant noodles for the both of you. You entered the kitchen, dressed in one of his oversized shirts that reaches your upper thighs. You didn’t bother wearing any shorts, leaving you prancing around your home with your panties showing, if you were to bend over. You wrapped your arms around his slender waist, resting your chin on his left shoulder. 

“Wonie, can we fuck?” You asked, the bluntness of your question startled him, nearly making him drop the chopsticks he was holding.

“N-now?” He stuttered, glancing at you while he continued to stir the noodles. 

You whined, burying your face in the crook of his neck, hands sneakily sliding down—bypassing the hem of his shorts and boxers, boldly wrapping your hands around his cock. He hissed, the sound not going unnoticed by you. 

“Please? I want you so bad? Need you to fuck me real good,” you continued whining, using the right amount of whineness that never fails to make him weak in the knees. 

You grinned when you heard his breath hitched in your throat, thinking you had him wrapped around your fingers. To your surprise, he ducked underneath your arms as he went to grab two bowls, leaving you there, eyes wide open with disbelief written all over your face. Jungwon laughed at your bewildered expression. 

“Sorry princess, but we’ve to eat first. Maybe later though,” he patted your head. 

You grumbled a string of curses under your breath as you helped to grab the utensils while he set the table. “That’s not fair. I’ll rather eat your dick than noodles.” 

“(Name)!”

~ 

The third time it happened was when you were getting ready for dinner and it seems like your boyfriend too, had reached his limit. You and Jungwon had made plans to meet with the rest of your friends, wanting to get together after your examinations were over. After all, what better way is there to celebrate other than eating good food and enjoying the company of your friends? However, your boyfriend wasn’t pleased with this. He grumbled, acting like a child as he remained laying on the bed, face-planted into your pillow to inhale your lingering scent. 

You, on the other hand, were almost done. You stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed and Jungwon pushed himself up, throat going dry at how stunning you looked. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, not even when you stopped before him, snapping your fingers in front of his face. His sweatpants tightened, eyes drinking in your figure. Your lips were moving but he couldn’t comprehend a single word you were saying. 

“...ie, hello? Earth to Jungwon? Are you still there?” You frowned, waving your hand before his face. 

He snapped back to reality, shooting his hand out to grab you by the wrist and tugged you forward. You let out a startled yelp, falling onto Jungwon’s lap, only to land in an awkward position. Your hand was sprayed on his chest while the other was held over his shoulder, wrist captured by his own hand. Jungwon had to lean back to avoid knocking his head against yours. Your breath hitched in your throat at how his eyes darkened. 

“Wonie?” You murmured, your heart nearly stopped beating for a second as he ducked his head to plant kisses along your neck, only to stop at a certain area that he knew you’re sensitive. You shivered when you felt him licked, sucked and bit your skin, undoubtedly leaving a hickey behind. 

“Ngh—W-Wonie, st-stop,” you whimpered. But despite your words, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling your body growing hotter as he pushed your dress up and up, until the fabric rested on your hips. 

Jungwon only moved away when he was satisfied, his thumb tracing the newly-formed hickey on your neck. “You’ve no idea how you make me feel. Wearing something like this, in front of everyone else. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked.” 

You mewled at his crude words, your panties getting soaked. Your boyfriend smirked when he saw how you tried to clench your thighs. He changed your position, pushing you down onto the sheets with him hovering over you. Jungwon quickly slid his knee between your legs, gaining a moan from you when you felt him firmly pressing his knee against your clothed clit. It was by instinct that you jerked your hips forward, attempting to get some form of friction but Jungwon held you down, preventing you from moving. 

“Isn’t that right? Trying to suck my cock early in the morning and begging to be fucked in the afternoon. You’re nothing more than just a cockslut,” he sneers. 

“Wonie, please!” You begged, your clit throbbing and clenching on nothing but thin air. 

He chuckled, shifting down until he was on his elbows and rested himself in between your spread legs. “Please what, princess? Tell me what you want.”

“T-Touch me,” you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling Jungwon’s hands tracing the outline of your figure until they landed on the hem of your panties. 

Snap! 

You squeaked when he teasingly tugged at it, letting it go as it snapped firmly against your skin, making you flinch. Jungwon leaned down, blowing hot air against your clit that was shielded by the thin, soaked fabric of your panties. Your legs twitched, hips canting forward, wanting to feel his tongue on you. He pulled it down and threw the obstacle to the floor, not caring where it landed. 

“Fuck, Jungwon!” You cried out, back arching off the bed when you felt him lapping away at your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading them across your puffy folds, as if he was spreading butter on a slice of bread. 

Unlike before when he will take his time to break down your walls one by one, reducing you to a whimpering and moaning mess, this was different. You could feel how he was consuming, devouring you whole. It was like he was a predator who had finally caught its prey, never wanting to let you go. Endless sounds of moans and mewls flowed from your lips as he ate you out like he hasn’t eaten for a month. 

You gripped onto a fistful of his blonde hair, wrapping your legs around his broad shoulders. Your eyes rolled upwards as he gave a harsh suck to your clit, spreading your drenched folds with his thumbs, sliding his tongue deeper in, reaching places where you thought it was impossible to. Jungwon had loosened his grip on your hips, allowing you to buck your hips into his greedy mouth—like you were riding his face. 

The bedroom was filled with the lewd sounds of your boyfriend slurping, licking and eating you out along with your shameless sounds. You felt like you were floating, your muscles tightened, heat pooling in your stomach—like a rubber band threatening to snap into half. You tried to say something, anything but you couldn’t. Not when Jungwon delivered the final blow in the form of gently nipping the hood of your clit with his teeth. The extra simulation and brief pain was enough to tip you over the edge, squirting over the sheets and your boyfriend’s awaiting mouth. 

Your legs fell off his shoulders, a thin layer of sweat clinging onto your skin as you panted to catch your breath. Jungwon lifted himself up, his lips and chin glistened, covered in your slick. You gulped when he wiped them away with the back of his hand, licking them off his fingers with his own tongue. 

“You taste divine, princess,” he coos, your ears flushing red. He made quick work of his clothes, getting to his knees as he grabbed his cock, pressing the tip to the slit of your cunt, moving in circles to collect the remains of your slick after you had squirted. 

“Oh,” you whined, digging your fingers into the sheets. “Wonie, please—fuck!” 

Jungwon ignores your words, eyes fixated on how your walls are trying to suck him in—a sign of how desperate you are to have something inside you. As much as Jungwon wants to give you—his pretty girl, what you want, he wants you to beg. He wants you to burst into tears, pleading for his cock to fill you up. And at the same time, he wants to ruin you. Which was why Jungwon moved to slip and rubbed the tip of his cock, teasing your hole for a few seconds, only for him to pull out of your soft, warm, velvety walls. 

You squirmed, tears of frustration prickling your eyes—frustrated at how your boyfriend was being a tease, blurring your vision. “Inside, please, please, please!” 

“You’re acting like a desperate whore, you know that? I don’t think you deserve it, not after what you’ve put me through,” Jungwon grinned, the sight anything but heartwarming, creating a sense of dread.

Whining, you batted your eyelashes at him while giving him your best impression of doe-like eyes. “Please, Wonie?” 

His features softened, flashing you a loving smile. “You’ll have to try harder than that, princess.” 

“Please? With a cherry on top?” You continued, maintaining the act. 

“Good enough,” he hums, not letting you register his response and slammed his cock in in one, quick and powerful thrust, instantly filling you up with his cock. 

Your mind reeled at how full you felt, the tip of his cock grazing against your cervix. Jungwon groaned at how your walls instantly clenched onto his cock, not wanting him to pull out. He swore he could have cum right there and then, with how hard you were gripping onto him. You let out a shriek when he pounded into you without warning, slowly pushing your body up, towards the headboard. 

“Fuck—Mo-More—hah, ngh! Please, pleasepleaseplease!” You sobbed, getting drunk on the intoxicating and addictive feeling of his cock smoothly sliding in and out of you, repeatedly abusing the same spot, over and over again until you were seeing stars in your vision. 

Jungwon rested his hand on your stomach, where a faint but evident bulge was shown. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Good for letting me fuck and use you for my own pleasure. Wonder how our friends will react if they were to know how desperate you are for my cock.” 

You outright sobbed at his words, making your mind spinned. Jungwon chuckled at how fucked out you already were. You couldn’t muster a proper sentence, tossing your head back with breathless pants and “ah, ah, ah” falling from your parted lips. To him, no words could describe how gorgeous you looked in your current state. 

The previously neat and pristine dress was now filled with wrinkles, beyond salvation. The straps had fallen, resting along your shoulders. Your breasts spilled from the dress, bouncing with every movement. Your styled hair was messed up, spread out beneath you like a halo. The makeup you wore was now smudged with tears staining on your face. Seeing how wrecked and ruined you were, Jungwon groaned, quickening his pace as he brutally snapped his hips against yours, eager to make you cum for the second time. 

“J-Jungwon, c-comi—” You muttered, only to moan as Jungwon leaned down, capturing your left nipple in his mouth. He teasingly nipped it and his action was rewarded with you clamping down on his cock, making him groan. The vibration against your chest was enough to tip you over the edge. 

Your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm, pathetically squirting. You whimpered as Jungwon followed suit, releasing inside you, pumping full of his cum. He collapsed on top of you, eliciting an undefined squawk and you weakly smacked his shoulders, groaning at how your body fluids and sweat were now mixed together. 

“Get off, you’re heavy,” you grumbled, not making any move to push him off despite your words. 

Jungwon lazily rolled off of you, laying on his back beside you. “That’s not what you should be saying to your boyfriend after he blew your back out.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Never say that again.”

“But it’s the truth” 

“YANG JUNGWON!”

[sim0nril3y]

Nightmares

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: After finally moving in with Simon you are still dealing with the aftermath of having your flat broken into. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mention of nightmares, anxiety, angst truama from previous event, comfort, canon-typical swearing.

A sudden shift came from beside Simon that startled him from his sleep, glancing in you direction you were sat upright. Leaning over he flicked on the lamp and then rubbed your back in a soothing way. “Y’okay?” His voice was nothing but a deep grog.

Ever since you’d moved in together there had been nights that you would be jolted away from a bad dream. You’d taken the time to explain to him that sometimes your usually sweet dreams had been plagued with nightmares of your old flat and even this new home together been broken into. There was some obvious trauma there, residual pain from having someone evading your private space.

“Mm, I’m okay.” You replied back, your voice equally as tired. “I’m just gonna make a warm milk or something.” You muttered, climbing from the sheets. “Go back to sleep.”

Simon watched as you trudged from the room with a frown present on his lips, watching you close the door soft and he faltered back onto the pillows. He hated the thought that you were so effected by this. Of course, his own brain was plagued with his own deeply traumatic moments that had filled in his life, but to think that you were suffering the same hurt him so deeply. He needed to fix this… if it could be fixed.

After a few moments Simon wandered downstairs himself to find you sat at the kitchen table, hands cupped around a warm mug of milk. “Babe.” He muttered seeing the tears present on your cheeks. “Bloody hell.” Muttering under his breath as he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you into the warmth of his chest. “Deep breaths now. C’mon.” He pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Shh... S’alright…”

The two of you stood in the sanctity of your kitchen, wrapped in one another’s arms whilst Simon muttered sweet sentiments to you. “Talk to me.” He requested, rubbing between your shoulder blades soothingly as he took a seat beside you. “It’s stupid.” You muttered out in a voice that you filled with emotion, drying your eyes with the back of your hand whilst you sniffled. “I kept having these stupid nightmares and I wasn’t even in the damn flat when it was broken into-”

Simon couldn't allow this attack on yourself. “Just stop for a second.” He requested. “Even if you weren’t inside it, doesn’t mean your personal space wasn’t violated, babe.” Simon said, shaking his head then. “You’re allowed to feel sad about that. You’re allowed to feel scared.” He said then. “I was fuckin’ scared.” The admission seemed to surprise you both. “When you called me that night, when I heard your voice... when I got there and saw the police… fuck, I was… fuckin’ terrified.”

You sniffled. “Really?” “Really.” His voice was practically stoic, squeezing your shoulder. “S’why I got this place set up like the Tower of London, babe.” A little sad laugh escaped your lips. “Locks on every door, cameras set up, alarms galore…” Listing all the reasons made you feel just that bit safer. “Then if anyone by some fluke was able to get through that then they’d have to get through me too…”

There was no one you trusted more to have your back than Simon. He was a unit. He was an impressive force, you felt it when he held you, when he lifted you, even when he made love to you... God, you could almost feel sorry for anyone who came up against him in combat.

Sniffling you asked. “What if you’re not here?” There were going to be times, many times when Simon would have to leave you alone, leave you to fend yourself… the thought of that seemed to bring him a great deal of discomfort, almost a sense of terror. Clearing his throat and shaking his head. “Mm, then how about we look into getting you into a self-defence class, eh?” It was a suggestion and actually it was a pretty good one, Simon watched the way your eyes seemed to fill with almost hope. “We can get you taught some things to you'll be able to protect yourself…”

A little nod was you reply as you asked in a small voice. “Yeah, can we do that?” “Course we can, babe.” Simon wrapped you into his arms again then, tugging you into his lap. “It’s gonna be alright… I promise.” He mentioned in a warm tone.

Masterlist | Ask | 27-01-2025

[shiggyscumrag]

⋆. ݁₊᪥Haikyuu time skip imagines ݁₊᪥⋆. ݁

A/N: Since TikTok is got banned and then unbanned and people are making 2020 style edits again while reminiscing I’ve gotten plenty of haikyuu edits 😋 so I’m gonna make some thirsts for my favorite haikyuu post time skip men!!!

Characters included: Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Iwazumi, Ushijima

Warnings: oral, fingering, cursing, pregnancy/breeding mentioned, dry humping, getting manhandled/picked up and moved around (gently), praise (sorry if I forget anything)

Kuroo

Your ass would do the stupid video trend on TikTok to the “a boy who’s jacked and kind” sound where your bf is supposed to lift you up on his shoulder. You decide to hump his face last minute instead. The video is hilarious, just as you planned, however you didn’t plan what followed. Laughing your ass off he body slams you onto the couch laughing along. You hear him stop laughing and look him in his eyes. With no warning he’s slinking down between your legs spreading them wide. “Testsuro what are you doing?!” You say with a confused giggle. “Your cute face and stupid joke is making me want to eat you out.” He states while stripping you of your pants and panties. “So I’m gonna.” He said matter of fact before diving in like a man starved. The way he uses his tongue always has your eyes rolling. Not to mention the way his fingers fit and curl perfectly inside you hitting all the right spots.

Bokuto

All up on you ALL THE TIME!!! You love it but damn. Rubbing up on you whenever he’s needy but is too nervous to ask for help. So once you realize what he’s up too you stop him. Make him beg a little before giving into his pleads. “Feels so good baby, always feel so good!” He whimpered pitifully. You then gave him the permission to rub against your clothed cunt until he busted all over your stomach. “Fuck you look so beautiful like this.” “Thank you, Bo.” You say with a wide smile flushed pink from his compliment. “Can I eat you out now? Or fuck babies into you? Or both actually if you’ll let that be an option!!” “What??” That escalated quickly, but you’re not mad at it.

Iwazumi

In my headcanon I don’t think Iwa would be a fan of explicit pda. Hand holding, hugs and the occasional peck on the cheek is fine. Nothing too heavy. The exact opposite to this though, is he will whisper the filthiest things into your ear in public. Hand in your back pocket and head leaning into your ear he squeezes the right cheek “Your ass is mine when we get to the house. Spread and wet for me.” The side eye you give is lethal. Another time you’re on the sidelines with him during a practice match, nothing new just observing the game together. Out of nowhere he turns to you and you lean in to listen and thinking it’s going to be a regular comment on the game. Nope. “Your ass in those pants is giving me a boner. Gonna use the hell out of you later.” What the hell? You try to hide the punch of shock rocking your gut. Along with the quiver of your walls.

Ushijima

This man is physically so strong I just know he has no problem picking you up and throwing you around. I know every character is strong due to their athleticism but this man…he’s something different. You’re on the couch watching tv, he’ll come pick you up bridal style and sit back down cuddling up to you as if nothing happened. Other times your both hot and bothered in bed one night with you saying you’re “to tired, so help”. Without skipping a beat he grabs your hips picking you up and straddling you on him. Next thing you know he’s got you bouncing on his cock and coming from his fingers rubbing your clit. “I’m cumming!!” Fucking you through your high he slowly pulls you off him after he finishes. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Even after long games he’ll come home and toss you around the way he wants you. When he’s feeling particularly needy and pent up he’ll get slightly sassy with it. “Don’t move!” He said panting pace haltering before picking up faster. “I’ll move you how I want you.” Flipping you over face down, ass up. He’s magical, a perfect brute himbo for a pillow princess.

Tsukishima

Love kissing your neck and jaw. Hates that he can’t leave hickies openly all over your neck. You both have professional careers and like to keep you love life private. So in order to satiate his craving to mark your neck he instead marks your inner thighs and pelvis. Or your chest and stomach in the winter. Leaves little love bites on your ears lobes since they won’t leave marks. “Tsuki that’s really close!” You saw flushed and embarrassed. He was leaving a fat hickey right next to your clit. It felt interesting, but in a good way. Slight pleasure but not there obviously. A tease perhaps? Pulling back with a pop he drug two of his fingers through your slick up to flick your clit at the end. “You’re soaking wet. I think you’re enjoying this plenty.” He chuckled at your whimper before blowing cold air on your clit. Dragging his warm tongue next he drew circles. Your eyes roll back and your hands find his hair and one of your nipples.

[satinchicz]

BURNOUT

musician!Se-mi x fem!reader

TW: smoking

The ballpoint pen went flying against the wall, Se-mi groaned in annoyance before letting her back fall against the chair…she’d been trying to write music lyrics for practically the entire day, yet it seems the muses had started a riot against her because everytime her eyes glanced at the blank piece of paper her brain turned into red jelly.

Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for this

But if not this then what else? Music was her life- well you were her life too but that was different, the bin by her desk was practically overflowing with torn pages by now, god why wasn’t anything coming to her?!

Today- when she decided to dedicate the day to her lyricism, of course everything had to go to shit. Se-mi got up from the chair, her movements lazy, like her muscles were glued together creating a sticky uncomfortable feeling. Looking out the window in the kitchen she sighed once again, before reaching for a half empty box of Marlboro cigarettes, opting to relax a tiny bit with the tobacco instead of having another tantrum that included abusing her poor pen.

She watched the smoke moving as elegantly as a dancer, from her mouth to outside the window…mingling with the purple-y setting skyline.

Just then the sound of the front door being opened echoed through the flat, the very familiar harmony of your silly key chains ringing through her ears, Se-mi put out the cigarette before heading to seek you out, your bodies meeting right in the kitchen doorway, she smiled as she saw you- finally one good thing about her day.

“Hey, sweetheart” the brunette purred against your lips, you chuckled at the affection, your lips finally meeting in a sweet home-welcoming kiss.

“Hey, I missed you” you replied, before placing your bag down on the kitchen table. “Long day…god I’m so tired” to further showcase your fatigue you playfully fanned yourself with your hand…Se-mi chuckled, a very quite sound, before she sat down on the other chair. You could see something was bothering her, Se-mi your oh so energetic girlfriend that loved to joke around was suddenly like a snail hidden inside it’s shell.

“Se-mi?” You leaned in closer, your eyes going to her face, clear worry evident in your tone “Is everything alright?”

She glanced at you, before moving her gaze onto her hands, it was no use to lie, maybe a little confession about her feelings would help her feel more at ease.

“It’s just- these goddamn lyrics…” Se-mi started “I’ve been trying to write all day, but everytime I try and think of at least ONE line then it’s like I forgot how to write!”

And so she kept on going, by the time she finished sharing her failed attempts she felt more lighter, physically and emotionally. Maybe a minute of silence stretched out before the two of you, like some indicator getting rid of all the negative energy Se-mi had just thrown out of herself. “Se-mi…you know it’s fine to have days like this? I mean, I know how frustrating it is, but some burnout isn’t bad for you, you write amazing, beautiful, fucking soul haunting lyrics…I think you just have to let your mind rest a little” you assured your girlfriend, who was now looking you straight in the eyes, “I guess you’re right…thanks babe” Se-mi smiled lethargically.

“How about we cuddle? Let me just change out of these clothes, I must reek of office grime” you grinned, “Yeah…I’ll be waiting for ya” she agreed before moving into the living room.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” The brunette looked up at you as you began to speak, she was contentedly laying atop you, your arms wrapped around her waist, ah yes- you were talking about the sunset…it was beautiful, she loved all the gradient hues but as of now she wasn’t interested in looking out the window, her gaze stuck on you, “You’re more beautiful” the girl murmured against your neck, you giggled “That’s so cheesy…don’t stop”, a light kiss was pressed onto your skin, then another one, and another and another and another…the intensity growing with each one, “I won’t stop, I don’t even want to do don’t worry about that!” she smiled and you ruffled her hair

“I love you, you dummy.”

[halfwayhearted]

Can you maybe make a fic where kenan stands up reader too often for stuff and he promises that he won't do it again but at readers birthday party he doesn't show up and she packs her stuff and leaves. Kenan comes home to and empty home, searches for reader and looks on social media and sees posts about her birthday and realises he has fucked up. So he tries to find her. With a good ending please !!

There She Goes — Kenan Yıldız.

Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your birthday didn’t quite go as planned, but it didn’t end as awful as you feared it might’ve been.

Word Count: 920+

Disclaimer/s — Booooo, he sucks in this. Angst/comfort!

A/N: It’s the way if I was reader, I wouldn’t let him back in so easily but whatever requester wants, requester gets… 💔💔 also this is my first semi sm little post, do we dig, do we not

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That was exactly what your boyfriend had seen on his way home from practice. He’d stayed late for yet another day of doing so. That’s how it’s been the last couple of weeks. Him at practice.

You’d brought it up to him a multitude of times; it’s funny how it hasn’t seemed to register how much it truly affects you and your relationship.

It amazes you further when he didn’t show up for your small get-together for your birthday, despite having told him about it, well, several times. You marked it on both your calendars and even went as far as to jokingly make him set a reminder, to which he agreed. Kenan agreed. So in all honesty?

You really thought this time would be different.

Until it… wasn’t! It was the exact same as all the other events where he was a no-show. You were embarrassed, having expressed your excitement and enthusiasm to all your family. That’s who was there: just your parents and two of your friends.

What a shame it was to say that he wouldn’t make it, the only excuse being, “He’ll come next time! Something came up, is all.” And them not being able to say anything but nod and smile.

They were unaware that after they left, you were quick to pack some of your stuff, feeling as though you couldn’t stay there. He made it seem like the relationship you two were in wasn’t even actually a relationship to begin with.

And quite frankly, you were sick and tired of it.

So when he arrived and practically hurried into your shared apartment, an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to find out you weren’t there based on the utter silence, his heart rate spiked.

How could he have been so stupid? Kenan being an idiot wasn’t new, but to be a full-blown fool to think you’d continue to stay while he practically played in your face? He was a horrible boyfriend.

It was difficult for him to admit, but it was true.

The man whipped out his phone and called you once—no answer. Twice—no answer again. The same result after four unanswered calls. So he did the next best thing: checked your location, which you had forgotten to turn it off beforehand.

You were at an ice-cream shop nearby. Taking a breath, he wasted no time making his way toward you. His palms were clammy, his body tense.

And once he spotted it, exited his car, and saw you eating a small cup of ice-cream on one of the chairs outside, his expression softened, and he made his way to you, uttering your name so quietly that you didn’t even notice he was there until he spoke up yet again. “I’m so—I’m so sorry.”

You lift your head, eyes widening in surprise. Now you just felt like you were being pathetic. Here you were, eating ice-cream by yourself after your boyfriend didn’t show up for your birthday dinner.

He, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way. “I swear. I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to miss it. I’m an idiot, and I won’t do this again. I promise.”

“I’m not wallowing,” was all you said, wanting to get that out there. “Wanted ice-cream, so I got it.”

“You’re not wallowing. Okay.” The brunette paused, unsure of how to continue. “I messed up. I know this isn’t a rare occurrence, and I’m sorry. But starting now, I promise, that’ll change.”

Looking down at the now empty cup, you offer a shrug. “Why does it take me leaving for you to understand the gravity of your actions, Kenan?”

He doesn’t try to speak, so you continue. “Do you only think about yourself? That’s me genuinely asking. Because I don’t think you realize how embarrassing it is for me to have to reassure my family that you’re on your way, only to have to say you wouldn’t be making it. Again. And that’s just me speaking for you. You don’t even let me know. You just—you just show up whenever you want.”

“I know. I know, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, grabbing the chair across from you and moving it so he could sit beside you, his hand fighting the urge to place itself over yours. “It shouldn’t have been like this. I know it feels like I don’t prioritize you, but I do. I do. Let me prove it to you. This’ll change. Just… please come home with me.”

You suck in a breath. “You made me look stupid.”

“I never wanted that. I’m stupid for making you feel like you’re stupid. You’re not stupid.” Now he just wasn’t making any sense. “I’m really sorry.”

“Then prove it.” Of course, he’d prove it. He should’ve proven it the second you mentioned how you felt about his no-shows. He was dense.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Kenan uttered, holding out a hand which you don’t take. Instead, you grab the bag you had filled with clothes and whatever essentials you thought you needed and place it in his open palm, then make your way to his car.

His expression never faltered. He knew he’d have to earn your niceties, so he followed behind without another word, opening the passenger side door for you and then getting in himself.

This wasn’t the birthday you had envisioned, but you could only hope it would be the last of them.

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[z0mb1epuzzy]

hi i’m back to share a thought i just had.

sub! top reader?? x chris?? guys. follow me. follow me and listen to me rn.

there’s some dumbification sprinkled in here too btw. sorry i’m horny.

imagine chris getting home after working all day, he’s extra tired but still so ungodly pent up that he does not know what to do with himself…. sooo… you propose a little idea. except you’re not actually proposing, you’re just enacting your vision and hoping for the best??

now he usually takes the more dominant role, he doesn’t always have to be topping, but he’s usually in that sorta position!! so it’s a little unfamiliar, but you wanna try!!

so imagine sitting on chris’ waist, your thighs around hips and his big hands resting on them, a little too sluggishly to classify it as him guiding you, it’s more wordless encouragement as you work yourself up and down on his cock at a bit of a shaky pace (i did it i said the word), your pretty moans making it harder and harder for him to just sit there and watch.. but he wants to give you the chance! you were so so excited to try and help him, and he won’t take that opportunity from you unless you want him to!!

he groans when you keep pressing your hips down into his at that unsteady pace, your head getting all fuzzy every time you go all the way down on him, his bits of blonde peach fuzz under your hands as they try to steady you using his chest, his thumb stroking your thigh while you try your damndest to not let your stupid brain turn totally to mush.

but like! that obviously doesn’t last long, not when you can feel all of him inside you.. duh, stoopid!! so at some point you just crumble into his chest, your hips rocking shakily against his as you beg him to cum for you, which he’ll HAPPILY do. he loves how your voice is all shaky too, moaning against his skin while you use every little bit of effort you can manage to make him cum, whining and begging for him, even as it gets harder to coherently formulate the words you wanna say!! “Jesus, baby- i know, i-i know-“ he tries to encourage you, but fuck. his brain isn’t exactly in proper order either, especially not when he can feel your pace get a little more frantic, his hands squishing your thighs in his grip for something to steady himself!???

when you finally do get him right on that edge, imagine his thumb shakily pressing up against your clit (if you have one idk)(if you don’t he’s giving you a handy??), his head tipping back as a shaky little gaspy groan, one that gets louder once he feels you squeeze around him, your whole body shivering???

i hope this didn’t suck total dick but erm… h hey… insert that meme of the chihuahua that goes “hey! im so sorry i died! im in heaven now!” that’s me. except im in hell and i will keep writing if the world (this specific semi niche area of the internet) would like :3

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[be-gay-cause-crime]

Little Burns Chapter 3

TW: suicidal/intrusive thoughts, SH and smoking

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The twins were finally back home, the Stan O’ War was fixed up and they got back to sea as soon as they could, Ford started the campaign with the other set of twins in the family and Fiddleford, and Stan found himself alone with his thoughts more often.

He was sitting on his bunk, tired from moving boxes all day, Ford was in their kitchenette video calling with the rest of his party, he could hear their laughter from where he was. That’s when his thoughts started going to places he wasn’t too fond of.

‘Isn’t that the first time you heard him laugh like that in a while? If you weren’t around maybe he would be like that more- Stop. You know, the sea’s right there, just outside, there’s nothing stopping you from- Stop. What’s wrong Stan? He’s back. There’s no need for you anymore- Stop- you’ve already messed up so many times, it’s only a matter of time before it happens again-’

He needed a smoke.

He walked past Ford in the kitchen, papers and dice strewn about, he saw the twins and Fiddleford on the laptop in front of him, and they saw him too.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel blurted out, shoving Dipper aside to get closer to the camera “Hi Grunkle Stan! How are you?”

Stan quickly hid the cigar he was planning on smoking in his pocket, making sure the kids didn’t see it, “Hey Pumpkin, just heading outside to get some fresh air,”

Ford turned to look at him, “Hello Stanley,” he frowned when he saw that Stan was just wearing a jacket, “it’s quite cold out, you should wear a thicker coat,”

“Don’t worry poindexter, I’ll be grabbing one on my way out,” he glanced back at the screen and saw Dipper shoving Mabel back for pushing him out of the way and chuckled as he shook his head ‘those kids are gonna be the death of me’ he thought.

“Ah, alright then, stay safe Lee-”

“Grunkle Stan, you should join our game!” Ford was cut off by Mabel.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, remember when you and Mabel saved me and Grunkle Ford from The Probabilitor?” Dipper backed Mabel up.

“I remember somethin’ like that but-”

“I know Grunkle Ford already said that you weren’t interested but won’t you give it a chance? Please Grunkle Stan?” A flash of guilt crossed Fords eyes, but he wasn’t facing the camera so the kids and Fiddleford didn’t see. They didn’t know.

But Stan did.

Something in his head knew that something was wrong, knew that he needed to get out. He was about to say something but Fiddleford beat him to it.

“Quit crowding yer Grunkle. Stanley, go ahead and get some fresh air, it ain’t good to be cooped up inside all day, out on the ocean or not,” Fidds said, and that was that.

“Alright, you nerds enjoy your nerd game, I’m out,” Stan left before there were any further objections, walking past his coat as he pushed open the door outside.

‘What was that about? What did Mabel mean? I didn’t say that. Oh fuck, was Ford gonna try to ask about it back at the motel? Moses I fucked that up didn’t I. Nerd game. What was I thinking. He loves that game. No wonder he’d think I wouldn’t be interested in it-’ the bitter cold outside made him regret not bringing his coat with, but he wasn’t going back for it now, he fumbled with his lighter while unwelcomed thoughts taunted him, ‘That’s all you do isn’t it huh? Just ruin things for other people. Hell, you were the one to break his ticket to West Coast Tech! And hey, you pushed him through the portal too,’ he lit the cigar, ‘and instead of owning up to your mistakes, you just went and stole his identity, what brother you are-’ he took a drag of smoke, ‘hey maybe you should just do everyone a favor here- stop- and just go- please- and toss yourself- please no- overboard- Stop- it’s not like anyone would miss you after all- don’t do this- all you do is ruin things Stanley- Stop it!- you’d be doing the first worthwhile thing in your life-’

The cigar twisted into his arm. And suddenly. His mind was quiet.

———

Stan finished his cigar, his thoughts peacefully quiet for once. He stared at the red mark on his arm for a long time, finally rolling down his sleeve and closing his eyes, breathing in the cold, salty sea air before turning around and walking indoors.

He walked briskly through the kitchenette area, if anyone saw him they didn’t say anything about it.

He walked quietly to their shared room. It was odd. He felt a strange mix of relief, guilt, pain and numbness. But those thoughts. They were further away, they left him alone now.

‘It’s okay Stan, it’s fine. It stopped it, didn't it? It’s barely noticeable, it’s a one-time thing. Nothing more. It’s fine.’

He absentmindedly rubbed at the little burn on his arm underneath his jacket, taking a deep breath. He took off his beanie and placed it down on a little table, while he was doing this he heard footsteps from the hallway, he didn’t look in their direction, he already knew who it was.

“Stanley, I um, I came here to say sorry,” Ford stood by the doorway and looked looked like he was just given a talking to, probably by Fiddleford.

Stan turned to look at his twin, “hey Sixer, enjoy your game?” He tried to ignore the apology, he didn’t exactly know what it was for anyways.

“It was fine, but that’s not why I’m here.” He paused for a breath, wringing his hands together, “I.. I should’ve been more direct about asking you to join the game. I didn’t think you were interested so I decided not to, but now I believe that might’ve been the wrong decision,” he looked up at his twin, “so, if you want to join you’re more than welcome to.” He finished his statement and waited for Stan to reply.

‘Oh now he asks. Of course he wouldn’t think I wasn’t interested. He’s just doing this out of pity. You don’t need pity-’

“It’s fine Sixer, that’s a thing for you, Fidds and the kids, it ain’t for me, that’s fine.” He spoke nonchalantly, “besides, you know I would just rig the dice,” he flashed a grin, and Ford chuckled at that.

“I’m sure you would. Well, now that that’s settled I’m going to figure out where we’re headed for next, I’ve heard some stories of sea monsters in the surrounding area, I believe it could be a point of interest for us!” He flashed a smile of his own now, a genuine expression unlike the showmanship of Stan’s.

“Alright then, don’t go putting us in kraken territory Poindexter,” he sat down on his bunk to take off his boots, fiddling with the knots as Ford walked back to the kitchen, his footsteps getting fainter and fainter.

Stan caught sight of the burn mark moving his sleeve out of the way to get a better view , it was red and annoyed. ‘I should probably run this under some water…’ he quickly covered it back up with his sleeve, ‘it can wait till later… you’ve suffered worse…’

So there he sat, alone with his thoughts again.

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[jellyshark-jester]

Currently having a breakdancing session with myself<333

[okcoolthanks]

Fuckikkkkkkkk thursday tomorrowwwwww

[rickety-house]

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this didn’t fit in the hashtags but donr rb or comment I’m just screaming to myself atm I’ll probably delete this shit tomorrow goodnigjt fuck everything live vs kill

[a-ikuoliver]

i love my partner so much 😔

[polyamorouspunk]

I hope I'm like you when I grow up

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i feel like i’m wasting my time on schoolwork that i ultimately don’t care about when i could be taking pictures of bugs and drawing yaoi and discussing what kind of lingerie light yagami would like based on his sense of fashion and personality

[ebongawk]

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[hobisexually]

long winded rant in the tags coming that’s partly about weight but in a very unfiltered sad way so if that triggers you do Not read on