#idk why this is hitting harder today than usual

[aquaticaberration]

I wish I wasn't so exhausted and dealing with at-the-best mild chronic pain, because I miss working out.

Before it kicked into high gear (pre-COVID), I could go at least 3-4 times a week. I didn't get the complete results I wanted because I was (and still am) dealing with what could possible be an ED or something adjacent and just didn't eat, but I got some noticeable muscle. I could carry heavy items (dogs, I worked with dogs at the time and the big babies loved being held) around for a while and had a bit more energy, and my stamina was excellent.

Now I'm back to being exhausted all the time like when my depression was at its worst, needing to take naps throughout the day even if I get a full night of sleep. My joints feel unstable and clicky. My muscles are always feel like they're low-level burning, and there's always at least once spot that hurts worse than the others. I still don't eat much, and catching COVID in 2022 only made that worse.

On rare days, I have energy to do house chores and maybe go on a walk or do some light yoga, but it's nowhere near enough energy to get back into weightlifting. I want to get strong again, and compared to most people in my life I am. But it's not where I want to be, and I'm trying to convince myself that that's okay and that it's okay if I never get to that point because if it turns out that I'll never be able to do intense workouts again I don't want the disappointment to hit as hard as it could. Like trying to soften the blow of the inevitable grief, because in small ways like this I'm not very lucky. I expect the worst, hope for the best, and know that the reality will fall somewhere in between but far enough from what I want to be upsetting.

I just miss being able to move around whenever I want and without wondering how I'm going to be paying for it later.

[yooniivrse]

subtle changes | myg

summary. your carefully structured mornings takes a heartwarming turn when yoongi becomes a welcome part of your days, leaving you unexpectedly craving more.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: none :3 (i think, plz tell me if i missed something)

a/n: the end of summer hit me like a truck, which is why this took super long 😭 i'll try my best and have an update schedule to keep me on track, but no promises! idk how i feel about this chapter but you guys have been waiting for too long lol. i hope you enjoy <333

!!! this is the second part of a mini-series. you can read this as a stand alone, but things make more sense if you read the first part !!!

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You were very fond of routines.

You liked knowing what would happen next; liked being able to go into auto pilot as your body steered you through the morning, liked leaving it up to your routine to anchor you back to reality whenever life took a toll on you.

Usually, you hated change. You hated its unpredictability; hated the way it slapped at you abruptly like a whip, hated the queasy feeling that bubbled in your stomach whenever it occurred.

But the change that snaked into your strict routine was welcomed with warm, open arms. He slotted into your mornings and evenings with ease, like a jigsaw piece that fits perfectly into the space in a puzzle. A puzzle that happens to be your life.

Yoongi was the first person you greeted every morning before leaving for work or classes. He left his home at the same time as you—something you only noticed in the last fortnight—and would wave at you from his door. You returned the gesture with a bright smile, one that was starting to feel almost too natural.

He waited for you every day without fail, with hands shoved deep into his pockets as he leaned against the wall. When you finally managed to reach his door, he would make small talk with you as you descended the elevator.

You’ve always hated the awkwardness that lingered with small talk but those feelings dissipated when it came to Yoongi. He always listened attentively when talked, chuckling whenever you complained about the lady living opposite you as he agreed. It made you feel comfortable about rambling on about whatever it was that swam through your mind, leaving no space for awkwardness to bubble.

Today, your topic of conversation was the music he claimed to make.

“At this point, I’m starting to think you’re a fraud,” you said.

You both stood outside the elevator of your apartment complex. Yoongi leaned in front of you to press the bottom button, and a ring of red light awoke along the sides of it.

Yoongi’s music has always been a topic of mystery. You’ve practically begged him to share a snippet of his songs with you ever since he mentioned being in a band, and each time he has refused. Though your words were playful, you had no idea if he made music at all. You recently realised how little you knew of him as a person too.

“And why would I lie to you about making music?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I dunno. You could’ve been using it to make me fall in love with you or something. Pretending to be some cool, mysterious person in a band when you’re actually the opposite.”

“Well, did it work? Are you in love with me yet?”

You turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes as if to analyse him.

“Nope. You’ve got to try harder than buying me food and walking me to the lobby every morning.”

Yoongi let out a sigh, feigning disappointment. His lips pressed into a thin line that did little to hide the growing smile on his face. “Damn, I really thought I’d have you by now.”

A giggle escaped your lips just as the elevator doors slid open with a ding. You stepped in and returned to your position beside Yoongi, who clicked the second last button. Faint music played in the background, a soft ballad that you instantly recognised.

“I love this song,” you said. Yoongi turned his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“You do?”

You nodded. “Mhm. I’ve been having it on repeat for the last week.”

“Oh- I love this song too. Well- I’ve only listened to it once or twice whenever my friend plays it, but it’s really good.”

“I know right!” You were grinning as you looked at Yoongi, enthusiasm spilling from your tone, eyes wide with excitement. “It’s so- like- cosy? I don’t know.” A laughing breath escaped you.

“No, you’re right. It has that nice, cosy feel to it.”

You gesticulated wildly as you rambled on about the song and why you loved it so much, while Yoongi watched you with a wide smile. It was nice seeing you talk so passionately about something so mundane, how a simple song could brighten your entire day.

Yoongi didn’t interrupt you once, listening to your every word attentively. He wished he could stay with you, maybe even walk you to your college, just to hear your pleasant voice. There was just something about the smile on your face that made his heart beat a little faster.

But alas, he was forced to part ways with you as you reached the lobby doors. You waved goodbye and walked down the pathway. Instead of going his own way, Yoongi stayed as you grew smaller in his view.

Just before turning a corner, you looked back at him. You threw your head back as what Yoongi assumed to be a giggle—he was too far away to hear—left you. You brought your hands up and swatted them in his direction as if to shoo him away. He moved his hands to rest over his heart, feigning a hurt expression. He failed miserably, earning more laughter from you.

He liked making you laugh. It made his skin feel warm, the mere sound of it causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

It was stupid how much of an effect you had on him. He was absurdly comfortable around you, something he found difficult to accomplish around people he’s known for the better half of his life, let alone less than a month.

You lit up his day, your everyday routine giving him a reason to get up and be productive each morning. He never woke up before noon; there was simply no need to because anything to do with the band was held in the afternoon, and he usually did the night shift at his part-time job.

So why was he sacrificing the comfort of his blankets just to see you for ten minutes? Why was he debating on whether to change to a day shift because he didn’t even have anything to do in the morning other than seeing you? Why was he smiling to himself as he walked down the street, earning looks from passersby? And why didn’t he care, all because you were the only thing on his mind?

Honestly, he didn’t have an answer. It was too soon to conclude that he liked you. You were just a genuine friend, someone he happened to click with.

Right?

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“I wrote a new song. I need you guys to sing it.”

Yoongi threw a leather notebook to the side, where it landed on the brunette who lay sprawled across the couch.

“Ow! Hyung, what the fuck?”

Taehyung plucked out his wired earphones, eyebrows furrowed in exaggerated pain as he took the notebook into his hands. He flicked through the pages meaninglessly before landing on the newly written pages.

On the couch opposite him sat Jungkook and Seokjin, completely immersed in some sort of game they played together. They yelled out profanities and shared movements intended to sabotage the other’s gameplay. Yoongi sighed.

Calling the room a mess was an understatement. A multitude of empty energy drinks, a few random sticky notes—reminders from the members to each other that would end up being forgotten anyway—and a stack of empty plates littered the coffee table. A hill of clothes sat neglected in the space beside Jungkook and Seokjin, and Yoongi automatically crinkled his nose despite the lack of any unpleasant odour.

He would have attempted to tidy up the room, but the long day weighed down on his shoulders. He moved Taehyung’s legs off the couch and slumped down beside him.

“Since when did you write love songs?” Taehyung asked. It was comical how fast Jungkook and Seokjin’s attention turned to Yoongi.

“It’s not a love song, it’s a ballad, idiot,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Same thing,” Taehyung replied, rolling his eyes as he flicked to the next page.

“Aw, Yoongi’s in love,” Seokjin piped up, feigning a sympathetic expression. He brought his hand up and added with a whisper, “Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.”

“Fuck off, hyung.” Yoongi flipped him off and Jungkook chuckled at the exaggerated gasp that fell from Seokjin’s lips. Before he could start rambling on about how you should respect your elders, the youngest spoke up.

“So, who’s the girl, hyung?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I told you, it’s not a love song. There’s isn’t any girl.”

“Yeah, right. Just tell us wh—.”

“Is she the one that lives a few doors down?” The new voice emerged from the side of the room, and everyone’s heads snapped up in its direction.

Jimin shut the bathroom door softly as he vigorously rubbed a towel over his hair. The ink tattooed under his chest was displayed in his shirtless form, grey sweatbands lying low on his waist.

“Who?”

“Why was I not told about this?”

“Yoongi has a girlfriend?!”

“She’s not my girlfr—.”

“No, she’s just the only reason you wake up at ass o’clock to see for like- ten minutes.” A teasing smile played at the corners of Jimin’s lips as he propped down between Seokjin and Jungkook. Yoongi shot him a glare.

“She’s a nice person. So what if I wake up a little earlier to see her? I’d do the same for you guys if we didn’t live together.”

Everyone in the room turned to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“Okay, maybe I wouldn’t, but it’s not that big of a deal!”

“Clearly is if you’re writing love songs about her,” Taehyung added. He threw the book over to the three who sat on the opposite couch, and Jungkook caught it with ease before eagerly flicking to the page with the lyrics.

“I’m not writing love songs about her! It’s not even a love song, it’s a ballad!”

“Okay, maybe you’re right. But there’s no way she’s not even a tiny bit of the reason why you wrote this,” Jimin said.

Seokjin nodded in agreement. “You’ve been struggling with writer’s block for like- the past week. And now you’re suddenly writing a song that’s a complete 180 of everything we’ve made so far?”

All four of their beady eyes stared at Yoongi, waiting for an answer. It felt like an interrogation.

“This isn’t fair, this is bullying. If Namjoon was here, he would’ve stuck up for me.”

“Yeah, cuz you’re a big baby that can’t even stick up for himself,” Taehyung mumbled, though Yoongi heard him loud and clear. He opened his mouth to curse at the younger when Jimin interrupted him.

“Uhm, no he wouldn’t. How’d you think I knew about the girl?”

“Asshole,” Yoongi muttered under his breath.

He told Namjoon about you around a week ago. How it had slipped into the conversation, Yoongi didn’t know. But his mind had been foggy from his intoxication that he found himself eventually telling Namjoon everything; about how you met, how you helped him, the dinner you shared. He didn’t even spare the details; how he thought you’re eyes were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen, how your laugh made his heart leap, how he hadn’t felt like this is years—if ever—and it was scaring him how fast he was falling for you.

Yoongi was frustrated at Namjoon but was also grateful that he didn’t reveal everything he had told him that night. If he had, the members wouldn’t be questioning him right now because they would already have a clear answer.

Yoongi sighed, leaning back his head.

“I- Last week, she mentioned this song that she loved ‘cause it was playing in the elevator. And- I don’t know- I don’t think our usual music is her taste. She’s been asking me to play her some of our songs for weeks and I’ve just avoided the subject. I just- I want her to listen to something that I know she’ll love.”

Because he loved seeing you happy. He loved the way you’re face lit up and he wanted you to have the same reaction when you listened to his songs. But he didn’t say that, of course. Just treasured the thoughts deep in his mind because he hated the truth they carried.

“That’s so cute, hyung,” Jungkook said.

“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbled, becoming more aware of the warmth spreading across his ears. “So, will you guys sing the song? I don’t think any rap verses would fit it, so it’s completely up to you.”

“I don’t think we’ll be able to get it finished fast enou–,” Jimin started, but was abruptly cut off.

“Of course, we will,” Taehyung said, throwing a hand over Yoongi’s shoulder. “When you guys get married, tell her that we’re the only reason she fell for you. You know, with our angelic voices an-.”

“Taehyung, I swear to fucking God-.”

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Snowflakes poured from the sky, clinging to your clothes for a brief second before disappearing into the fabric. The cold air bit into your skin, slowly seeping into your bones and numbing your face.

You were delighted when the snowfall first began a few weeks ago. It had been the only thing that marked the start of the holiday season, and you found yourself giving into the festivities of it all despite the reminders of your finals looming over you like an angry, dark cloud.

Now that your exams were buried in the past, you realised what a hassle the weather was when it wasn’t the only thing cheering you up.

Your nose was stuffy and an angry shade of red. Your limbs ached, weighing down on you. It took you double the time it usually took for you to walk home due to the black ice that coated the sidewalks. You made the mistake of trudging through it carelessly once, and that ended up with a sprained ankle and complete humiliation. No way would you let that happen again.

No one would willingly go out in such weather.

So why was there someone standing outside your apartment? Why was he choosing the bitter cold instead of the heated lobby that stood a mere three steps away? And why was it Yoongi?

A thick scarf hung around his neck, obscuring most of his face with it’s deep, red fabric. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his black jacket, his head turned down to the floor.

He didn’t notice you as you approached his figure.

“Are you trying to freeze to death?”

His head snapped up. He stared at you blankly for a second before his cheeks rose up ever so slightly, the signs of his rare smile that always made your heart flutter.

“Hi. No—.” He chuckled softly, the sound quickly lost to the busy city. “—I was waiting for you. Didn’t know what time you came back, so...” His voice got quieter as he spoke, trailing off into a mumble.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Your words brought a smile to his face, his expression no longer holding a sense of hesitancy. “Why were you waiting for me though?”

“Right. I had to give you this.” He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a square-shaped envelope. Sensing your confusion from your puzzled expression, he added, “It’s a CD. You wanted to hear some of our songs, so I put together my personal favourites.”

All the words of thanks and appreciation died on your tongue as you took the cover from his hands. It was incredibly light, and you could trace the circular outline of the CD that lay inside.

“Yoongi, I– you really didn’t have to,” you finally managed.

“I wanted to.”

Your eyes crinkled to accommodate the smile growing across your face. “This is literally the best thing anyone has ever gotten me. You could’ve sent me a playlist online, y’know, instead of putting so much effort into it.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I thought you’d like a CD more.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, of course I love the CD. I was just wondering why you chose the harder way.”

“I thought you deserved something more than just a few texts.”

You hoped that Yoongi would overlook the heat crawling across your skin as a result of the cold instead of his words.

“I- Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.”

He nodded. “You do have something to play it on, right? I actually didn’t think about whe–.”

“Oh yeah, no don’t worry. I have an old laptop that I can put these into.”

Another nod. Yoongi’s eyes darted away as soon as they met yours, glancing around everywhere but you.

“Do you wanna go inside and not risk hypothermia?” you said with a small laugh.

“Uh– I actually have to visit a friend today.”

“Oh, okay.” Had he noticed the way your shoulders deflated at his answer? You hoped not. “I’ll see you around then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You stepped past him and fished out your keys from your pockets. By the time you opened the door and turned back to wave goodbye, he had already walked away.

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Click.

The CD slid into the side of the laptop with ease. Files popped up on the screen, casting shadows across your skin. You could feel the quiet hum of the machine beneath your fingertips, a steady, calming rhythm that contrasted with the sudden quickening of your heartbeat.

Your eyes wandered over it, soaking in the half a dozen songs Yoongi had chosen. You’d already listened to them all once, but you wanted to hear them again.

There was something about the way they played in your ears, something almost magical in the way the melodies intertwined with your thoughts. Each note seemed to resonate with a different part of you as if Yoongi had handpicked them to speak to your soul.

The songs were beautiful. Despite it not being your usual choice of music, you found yourself treasuring each song close to your heart. You hadn’t expected to feel this way, hadn’t anticipated how deeply you’d connect with the music that was so different from what you normally listened to. But here you were, replaying them over and over, savouring each lyric like a secret only you and Yoongi shared.

Maybe it was because you got to see a new side of Yoongi in his music. A confident, almost arrogant version of him that sang each lyric with pure passion. You could feel the intensity in every word, every note as if they were laced with emotions he could never quite express in person.

Or maybe he just knew you well enough to pick out songs he knew that you would like. Songs that would make you think of him, songs that would linger in your mind long after the last note faded away.

Whatever it was, it failed to stop the giddy feeling that enveloped your skin. A warmth that spread from your chest to the tips of your fingers, leaving you lightheaded and dizzy with emotions you weren’t quite ready to name. You couldn’t remember the last time something—or someone—had made you feel this way.

Your fingers scrolled down on the mouse, a habit that had formed ever since you first got the laptop. You hadn’t expected the screen to move. But it did. A subtle movement that caught you off guard, your breath hitching slightly as you leaned closer to the screen.

A seventh file revealed itself at the bottom of the screen. It didn’t have a name. Just a small, blank icon that seemed to stare back at you, as if daring you to click on it.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yoongi had probably added it by mistake, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was something he had intended to keep hidden, something private that you weren’t meant to see. You clicked into it.

Someone cleared their throat.

“Uh, hi. I don’t know if you’ll see this or not, but I hope you do.”

Yoongi’s voice was low and smooth, just like you’ve always known it. But nervousness curled around his words, the hesitance before each one clear as day. It was a stark contrast to the confident, almost cocky tone in which he carried himself within all his other songs.

It made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“This is a cover.” He chuckled softly before his voice turned to a mumble. “God this is mortifying.”

You didn’t even realise that you were smiling. The corners of your lips had curled up almost involuntarily. There was something incredibly endearing about the way he sounded so vulnerable, so unsure of himself, and it only made you want to hear more.

“So–uhm. I hope you enjoy, ___.”

Oh, how you loved the way he said your name. The way the word fell from his tongue; like he was born to utter your name over and over again. It felt like a caress, soft and gentle, wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold winter night. You could almost see him there, sitting in front of his microphone, his eyes closed as he let your name slip past his lips.

He plucked the string of a guitar, the high-pitched sound quickly lost to his voice as he began to sing.

The familiarity of the song washed over you, a wave of nostalgia that tugged at your heartstrings. It was a cover of the same song you heard in the elevator a few days ago. The same one you had mentioned to him in passing. The same one he remembered to be your favourite.

He remembered, and it was almost pathetic how such a simple gesture had you feeling things that hadn’t been awakened in your heart for a dreadfully long time.

His voice filled the space with a melodic warmth that seemed to wrap around you like a comforting embrace. You leaned into the embrace—leaned in closer to the laptop in an attempt to be as close to him as you could so that you wouldn’t miss a single word. It felt as if he were singing directly to you as if every note was meant for your ears only.

His voice reminded you of honey; smooth, sweet, clear, and so fucking addicting. You could feel yourself getting lost in it, letting it seep into your very being, soothing parts of you that you didn’t even realise needed healing.

Unfortunately, the song was short. He had only sung half of it, lasting only around a minute and a half. But the enchanting melody lingered in the air long after he finished. You found yourself replaying it in your mind, trying to hold on to the feeling it gave you, not wanting it to fade away too soon.

“I hope I did the song justice.” A breathy laugh. “If I ended up ruining it for you forever, I’m sorry.”

If only he knew how much you would treasure his cover of the song in your heart, or how you would play the CD almost every day because you liked listening to his voice. How you would wake up every morning and–for the first time in a long while–would find yourself looking forward to change.

Looking forward to him.

[writingbynova]

Nanami Kento

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⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⊹ : ceo! Nanami x employeefem!reader - explicit content; minors DNI - pwp (porn with slight plot) [un]protected sex - pet names (princess) - kinda possessive - mind breaking - this is short af coz I'm sleepy sorry babes ♡ (let me know if I missed any tags)

Word count: ~ idk but it's short

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A corporate bitch. It's what you could call yourself. Clean, demure, obedient, quiet. It's the etiquette you held onto. Until he ripped it off.

"show me your true self"

Finally your first year in this company, although that wasn't the reason for the party. Your boss, the ceo had just signed an extremely promising deal, thus, a party was thrown to celebrate. You were walking from the car to the entrance of the building, like you had done so many times but today was different, these heels were high, this dress wasn't something you'd usually wear to a party, it wasn't something you'd wear at all, you only did because your friends forced you to, a strapless corset-top short black velvety dress, barely hiding your ass from anyone who walked behind you, that made you more nervous than ever.

You finally walked in the building lobby, it was empty except for a security guard, asleep. You walked to the elevator to the sound of your heels hitting the cold building floor. The closer you got to the 17th floor, the louder it was, the more anxious you got, your heartbeat ringing through your ears, you weren't late, you had brought a gift, but you were so anxious, oh how you wished to turn back, this was a bad idea, you should have sat this one out, why did you want to integrate in the company so much? this was not your place to be, you're not welcome- *DING*

The elevator's metal pans slid open, exposing you to the whole room. They all stared at you. All of them. You walked into the room, trying your best to ignore the eyes following you. What was wrong with them?

As the party went on something felt different, entirely too different. The atmosphere has shifted, he was too close to you. Nanami Kento. CEO. Ever since you handed him the gift you got, his gaze hadn't left you. You tried ignoring it but how could you ? You could feel your heart beating harder every time your eyes crossed his. As the night went on people your coworkers started leaving, one after the other. Some offered to take you home, even though you had driven there. But he opposed it every time. Saying you had 'promised to help him clean after they all left' of course nobody would defy the boss words, except you. You would, but the grip his hand had on your hip made you a pliant corporate bitch. You stood next to him until the last person left. And when the elevator door finally closed on your last coworker you were met with reality. It was only you and him left. You didn't dare moving. But you could feel the butterflies in your stomach your thoughts ravaging your mind. Your pussy already excited at the thought of what could happen.

"You were beautiful tonight." His words caught you off guard "oh!  thank you so much si-"

"Don't you ever dare wear something like that again around here? Understood? I don't like the way those bastards look at you, I should be the only one allowed to look at your beautiful body sway in this room. Right before my eyes. Now come on darling, give me a private show."

Oh and a show you held. Your body writhed against him, his arms bouncing you on his thick large cock. Your heels were slowly dropping to the floor, your makeup was ruined, mascara dripping, lipstick all over his shirt's collar instead of your lips. Which instead were quietly moaning his name. "You've always been such a nice girl. Always dressing modest, being quiet, shameful. But today...ah... Coming in, dressed so sluttily? How could I resist indulging in you?" You could barely speak, your mind only focused on how good it felt. "Thought, ahh, you'd like i-it" you whimpered, shuddering above him. "I loved it princess"

This wasn't the plan, you were supposed to spend some time at the party, not spend the entire night riding your ceo's dick like a whore...but it felt so damn nice. His hands rubbing your lower back enticing you to go rogue on him "I know you've been holding back. Tonight you need to let go, show me your true self princess" his words ignited a fire in you. You felt so little in his arms, tightly holding your body close to his. You felt so hot. Burning, you buried your face in his neck "I need your help" you whispered, as much as you wanted to let go and show your true disheveled self to him. He had to provoke it. You had turned into the perfect corporate robot for him. Now he had to fuck you out of your shell.

"Mhm, gladly"

"Ah! K-Kento, s-so de—ep, fu-fuckk, 's too good" you cried, panting heavily beneath him.

You used your elbow to cover your face, hiding how good you felt. In vain.

"Told you I want to see that pretty face, hide from me again I'll fuck you on your own desk so you'll think about it every time you sit in that chair" he groaned, sliding his thumb to abuse your throbbing clit. "Ngh! Ah- m-mercy Ken" You whined, immediately revealing your face. "Mhm much better". His hips slammed against you, drowning you in pleasure, you struggled to talk, struggled to breathe. You held your body up on your elbow, unable to keep your head from bobbing around. You felt your legs spasm, your toes curling, you threw your head back, biting your lower lip. But you were too far, too far from him to give in. You mechanically stretched your hand, in a desperate attempt to feel him, body to body. He's Nanami Kento. Did you really think he'd disappoint ? His arms immediately wrapped around your back, pulling you into his hold, you gasped, almost choking on the air that filled your lungs, feeling his tip nudge your g-spot, with each thrust he rammed into you. He slightly moved back, his forehead against yours, his eyes dug into yours, watching you break. You felt too close entirely too close, it's like you were losing control over your body. And you did. It only took one thrust. Only one. You were cumming, all over him, throbbing and pulsating around his girth cock. Fat tears slipping out your pretty eyes. Oh he'd indulge in you every day from now on. What a perfect employee he had.

TYSM for reading!! And for all the notes on my previous posts ♡

I'm so eepy rn so this is kinda trash but I wanted to post a little something, hope u enjoyed ♡

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Is It All For Nothing? | n romanoff

Summary: You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong?

Warnings: idk. just depressing stuff ig

Pairings: none. a small bit of Nat x reader but all platonic

wc: 1.3k

notes: I wrote this in 45 mins in one sitting. It’s written in a different pov than usual and idk if it even makes sense. I just typed and didn’t stop until I was done 🤷‍♀️ the idea just came to me and yeah :)

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Frankly, being on the sidelines sucked. Everyone knew it yet no matter how many times someone engaged in small talk to be polite or proclaimed they were there to talk to everyone, somehow you were always left out.

It didn’t matter where you were, loneliness followed like a dormant disease. High school sucked, you were a nobody, but thankfully those years were in the past. But your fifteen year old self didn’t realise that your isolation would carry right on over into your adult life.

And sure, it wasn’t all bad. The nights spent chatting with new friends you’d made that day left you on an all time high, but that just made the fall that much harder. And when the low inevitably came, you could only laugh at yourself at your naivety, because why would things suddenly change? You weren’t someone people stuck around for.

Unfortunately, Shield agents were no different. Those in your cohort were nice enough to say hi in the hallway or invite you into group conversations. A couple even chatted with you over lunch. But you knew they only did it because they felt bad. You saw the difference in their demeanor; you were a spy for god’s sake. They were so much happier with their friends, and that didn’t include you, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it did.

There was one agent who’s attention toyed with you that little bit more. Natasha Romanoff was a couple of ranks higher, both in social and training status. But she was always kind, no matter what. You conversed whilst waiting for your training session, mainly her listening as you talked. She was sweet, despite her intimidating facade and before long she had you completely wrapped around your little finger.

For a month, you both chatted any chance you got. If you saw her in the cafeteria, you’d make a beeline for her table, smiling at the other agents as you sat down. She responded to you, her eyes holding yours as you spoke, seeming actually interested in what you had to say. She would joke with you, calling you out with a laugh which sent a flush to your cheeks. You didn’t care what she said, she was talking to you. That’s all that mattered. Maybe this was where your life changed for the better. Evenings that followed those days would be blissful and you would fall asleep with a smile on your face, feeling on top of the world all because of the redheaded Russian.

However, as the weeks went on, days would go by with no contact. At first you just thought she was going on more missions; that was her job after all. But then you’d see that flash of red hair in a meeting room or one of the agents talking about something Natasha had said earlier and it hit you sharply in the throat.

Was she just like everyone else? Playing the pity card, building you up only to leave you hanging once she got bored? Natasha didn’t seem like that kind of person, but had essentially placed her on a pedestal, so of course she could do no wrong. That was your downfall.

Emerging from a debrief with Maria Hill, you tucked a stack of files under your arm and stepped out into the hallway. And there she was, a soft smile on her lips. You reciprocated it and made eye contact, opening your mouth to speak. You hadn't spoken in a few days and you hated to admit it, but you missed her.

But Natasha clearly didn’t feel the same. Her eyes caught yours and then darted to the floor, her feet picking up the pace as she walked past. “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m busy today. We’ll talk later.”

Except she wasn’t busy. Because there she was, standing at the end of the hall laughing with another agent in your cohort. It shouldn’t have been, but it was like a punch to the stomach and you quickly turned around, retreating back into the room you’d left to avoid her seeing you watching her.

You knew that agent. They were friends, everyone saw it. And she was nice enough to you too, but jealousy coursed through your veins and turned you into a green eyed monster.

What did she have that you didn’t? Besides the ability to win Natasha over, obviously. Every single interaction you’d had with the redhead suddenly started replaying in your mind, frantically scanning to see what went wrong. Did you overstep? Were you too pushy? Too clingy? You just wanted a friend, was that so hard to understand? Was it so bad to want?

You thought about texting her, but decided against it. You didn’t want to know the answer. What if your worst fears were confirmed? That she only spoke to you out of pity, and quite frankly didn’t want anything to do with you.

It hurt. It really did. Countless times you wished that she was the one that would change your bad history of making friends. Because when you were around Natasha, nothing else mattered. The days of no contact slipped out of your mind. You’d forgive her for anything in a heartbeat… maybe that was the problem.

You thought the world of her. And she saw that. ‘Never meet your heroes’ that’s what they say, isn’t it? And maybe she wasn’t quite at hero status for you, but you looked up to her. Praising her work when she returned from a successful mission, commenting on the ingenious moves she made to lead her team to victory. She was everything you wanted to be as an agent, with one seriously important factor.

Everyone loved her.

Everyone loved her, and nobody knew you. She was the prize rose and you were behind, stuck in her shadow. They didn’t see you as anyone but the agent who sucked up to Natasha. They didn’t see how hard you worked, how many hours you trained, how much effort you put in. And they never would. Because it was too much. You were a try hard.

A try hard in a room full of effortless people.

Effortless just like that other agent was. She’d been rumoured to move up into Natasha’s ranks and onto her mission team, leaving you struggling in the lower levels. It felt almost childish, yearning after the attention of one single person. But no matter how hard you tried, or how casual you tried to be, Natasha would never see you as anything other than a fan girl.

You knew she was capable of giving you what you desired, you saw it with that other agent. The way they laughed together, developed inside jokes and anecdotal phrases that they brought up in group discussions. You saw the way Natasha’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name, how she gushed over her but also teased her at the same time. Their effortless banter had you choking back tears as you sat one table over, watching with blurry eyes.

You wanted that so badly it hurt.

But if you stopped trying, stopped reaching out, stopped lusting after the perfect friendship you so badly craved with her, would she notice? Or would you fade into the background, silently, without a word. Maybe she would be happy, now that you’re no longer bugging her.

Maybe it’s for the best.

[justporo]

Hi! Could I please get some headcanons or a drabble of Astarion x anemic!Tav and how things may differ when it comes to him feeding on them, how he'd take care of them if they needed it, etc? Would love to see what you come up with. Thank you for your time! 💜

Hello and thank you very much, Anon! Since I'm actually hit with the Bloodless debuff today myself... What else could I have written?

This is a very sweet idea to write something - which I took and then made it sarcastic... I hope you like it.

Also - idk why, but for this I pictured Tav as velnna's Staeve - you probably know who I'm talking about and if you don't you should very quickly go over there and find out, because I love Steven and you should really give this incredible incredible artist who has contributed so much to this fandom a lot of love. All the love. (I didn't wanna tag them because I didn't know if it was okay and didn't want to annoy them but go check out their blog!!)

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Wordcount: 1,6k

Bloodless

The sun was burning in the sky. You felt sweat almost drip from your skin. Every step seemed to be harder than the last one. Your heart was fluttering although your pulse seemed flat. Damn this Mountain Pass.

You and the rest of the party had been hiking through the mountains for days. It was exhausting for everyone, but especially for you it seemed. Surely, the fact that you had offered Astarion your blood almost every other night (and that he was always very keen and graciously grateful to take it) had quite obviously to do with how much your stamina had dwindled.

But you knew offering up your blood was very much helpful. Not only to the vampire, but the party as a whole: Astarion had basically become a menace on the battlefield since he’d been able to feed properly. Also, you were stubborn – a bit of missing blood wouldn’t knock you out. Or would it?

You tripped on a loose stone and almost face-planted on the ground. Only in the last moment were you able to catch yourself and dampen the fall with your arms. You quickly got up again and hoped no one had noticed since you’d dropped to being the last in the group today.

But trying to raise yourself so quickly had been a mistake and you suddenly felt overly woozy, your vision blurring and you were immediately back on one knee.

And of course, it hadn’t gone unnoticed: Astarion had been in front of you and had seemingly been alarmed by the noise of your fall – twice.

“What is it, Tav, got too distracted looking at my back, hm?”, he taunted and came over to where you were doubled over – leaning on your arms too now because you felt so dizzy all of a sudden that you felt you had need of all of your four limbs on the ground to support you.

When the vampire realised you weren’t getting up and also didn’t respond to his quip in your usual witty manner, he quickly gave the others a shout to let them know not to go too far ahead. Then he came over to you. You were desperately trying to not pass out when you saw the hands of the pale elf through your blurred vision reaching for you.

“You do hear me, yes?”, Astarion whispered to you. You could only nod curtly. His hands hesitantly touched your shoulders.

“Alright, can you get up? There’s a big stone over there where you could sit down.” You shook your head which made you even dizzier.

“Oh hm”, Astarion seemed a little helpless on how to proceed with you. You felt him turn away.

“Don’t tell the others!”, you exclaimed breathlessly. The vampire whipped around: “But… why?” “Just don’t please”, you whispered and carefully looked up at his face. Was that… actual worry?

“Please just… Help me sit on this rock, let me have some water… and rest and we’ll keep going in a few minutes”, you pleaded with him. Astarion didn’t look completely convinced but sighed in defeat after a few of your racing heartbeats.

“Alright – could you please not die for a moment while I go and talk to the others?”, he said in a sassy tone that couldn’t completely gloss over the worry in his voice.

You let your head fall down again and simply nodded. Astarion went off towards the rest of your companions.

Ever so slowly you felt a little bit better. Cautiously you knelt back onto your feet – at least not on all fours anymore! Shortly after you tried to carefully get up and move over to the rock Astarion had mentioned.

That was when the vampire returned. “Oh no no, you stay right where you are, you poor helpless creature that would have perished already had it not been for me.” He ran the last few feet over and grabbed one of your arms to slowly put it around his neck and help you get up and walk over to sit on the boulder. You wanted to say something witty at his taunt, but your mind was too blank.

“Also, we are actually taking a break – all of us, so don’t even try to keep on walking”, he scolded you as he placed you down.

“What did you tell the others?”, you asked simply as you placed your forearms on your thighs and just sat leaning forward like that for a little. “Tss, does it matter now? Something like I broke a nail of mine and needed a moment to mourn it or whatever”, Astarion replied annoyedly.

“Can’t believe they actually stopped for that”, you said slowly and chuckled with your head between your knees and threw up a look at your vampiric companion. “Yeah well, seems they care a lot about my wellbeing. And I take it they would about yours, too”, he gave back – again very sassily. You just chuckled but didn’t reply. You saw that he relaxed a little.

“Ah here. You should probably drink and eat a little”, the vampire said after a while of the two of you just sitting there. He offered you a water bottle and some berries from a pouch – both of which weren’t his for obvious reasons.

You narrowed your eyes at him: “Where did you get those?” “By the Gods, you are so reluctant to help, I should’ve left you in the dirt.” Astarion rolled his eyes at you. “The druid gave it to me – you’re not as inconspicuous as you might believe, oh mighty leader of our adventure troupe.” You had a desire to punch this cheeky elf but you knew you were in no condition to act on something like this, so you sighed and first took the water and then started to munch on some berries from the offered pouch.

Silence spread once more between the two of you. Before Astarion broke it again: “Listen, Tav, darling, I know this must be because you’re letting me drink your blood so often.” You immediately wanted to start protesting but the vampire hushed you, brows furrowed.

“No, for once, you’ll let me do the talking. Don’t think I’m blind – your form has been declining for quite some time now. We can’t go on like this. I mean, Halsin has also noticed already.” You stayed silent and kept popping berries in your mouth and silently thanked the druid for his kind gesture – even if you didn’t want the others to know of this weakness. You slowly started to feel better.

“As much as I enjoy our little late night… sessions. We should probably take a break – at least concerning these particular ones. And maybe later, keep longer breaks in between if you insist to keep throwing yourself at me to drink your blood”, Astarion continued and sighed theatrically.

He tried so hard to be sarcastic about the whole thing, but you noticed that he was actually worried, judging by the guilty glint in his red eyes. And maybe it was that the blood loss was affecting your brain too much but you stared at him and just dryly said: “You know, you could just admit that you care about me, Astarion.”

The vampire huffed in surprise, then he sneered with a click of his tongue: “Bah, of course I do, you seem to be the only one to get this group of clowns to work together after all. It’s not like I care for you much as a person. As a blood bag maybe, but other than that…”

You pursed your lips and let him ramble, digging his own verbal grave by trying to talk himself out of it.

You didn’t even reply afterwards, just let him steep in the own awkwardness he created.

You kept looking at him – even offered him a berry, he scrunched his nose at – then shrugged and ate it yourself.

You slowly opened your water bottle…

“Okay, maybe a little. Tiny bit. Because you’re the only one in the group who seems to have a real sense of humour – at least when you’re not lying in the dirt being a dried out husk”, Astarion exclaimed.

You grinned at him wolfishly and shook the last of the berries from the small bag into your mouth ignoring his insult. “Now, wasn’t even that hard, was it? I really like you to, Astarion”, you said and then slowly stood up – careful not to immediately make a fool of yourself again.

“I liked you better when you were staring at the dirt up close”, the vampire replied and jumped up while crossing his arms over his chest, then sauntered away.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself”, you kept teasing and slowly went after the brooding vampire.

You met up with the rest of the camp then went on your way for the rest of the day. The others were already so used to the two of you missing from the camp at the same time (mostly during nighttime, of course) that they didn’t even look up when the two of you came back.

Later when you all had settled down for the night you saw that Astarion went over to Halsin and talked to him softly. They both threw you looks in between which made you uncomfortable because you certainly could imagine what the topic was. Before Astarion had also made sure you’d gotten the first serving of tonight’s dinner (and also seconds).

Even later when the others were already at rest the vampire confessed, he’d been asking the druid about how he could go about drinking your blood without putting too much of a strain on you. Again, you noticed that he seemed not only concerned about his blood rations when he explained that to you.

The next days you also noticed that Astarion had started carrying some water and the bag from Halsin containing the berries.

And you thought to yourself that – for a blood bag – Astarion seemed to put an awful lot of thought and action into making sure you were okay.

[oracle-of-dream]

idk if i can do requests 😭😭 but can i ask for sungchan x male reader you could pick the prompt

Mr. Trainer

Minors DNI

Summary: Your personal trainer, Sungchan, is helping you lift weights. But he's got his eyes on more than just your workout progress.

Warnings: Male reader, Trainer Sungchan, Dry fucking, Orgasm denial, Riding, Shower sex, Semi-public sex, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Trainer & Student roleplay, Muscle Massages

Wordcount: 3.3k

It was late, the moon high in the sky as the cool air hit your face. Your gym bag with your clothes, in one hand as you approached the building.

You only had time between school and work to work out at the end of the day, but your trainer was always willing to work late with you. You'd met Sungchan while at the gym, a few weeks ago. He saw your form while weightlifting and corrected your posture, politely fixing you into the right position. Before he started helping you, you'd spend your day after the gym in misery from how sore you were. But Sungchan managed to help you so that wasn't a worry anymore. Later he introduced himself as a new trainer looking for clients, offering himself to you, and you accepted his help.

In the locker room, you changed into your workout clothes and hit the gym floor, stretching while you waited for Sungchan to arrive. He lived far away, so he'd arrive ten minutes after you. He's always late, but you never complained since he was the one helping you.

The gym was usually empty except for the staff, maybe a janitor. But you always felt like you were being watched while you stretched. Your head would turn around often–looking for anyone watching you, but you never saw anyone.

Sungchan arrived right as you finished stretching. You saw him approaching in the mirror, so you waved at him. He waved back with a smile, his eyes locked onto your body.

"Finished stretching?"

You nodded, "Yep, just finished."

"Really? Everything?" Sungchan poked at your chest, "You didn't skip legs?"

"Nope."

"Why don't you stretch your legs with me? I gotta stretch too," Sungchan set down his bag nearby and sat on the floor, slapping the ground.

You groaned as you sat down where he directed. Sungchan's stretches were always more extreme than yours, and you'd end up stretching more than him anyway. Maybe you weren't stretching right and he could tell.

He spread his legs and held his hands out, and you matched him. He leaned down as you leaned back, gently pulling him toward you. You switched, leaning down as he pulled you. But Sungchan was much stronger than you, pulling hard, which made your back arch not get torn in two.

You moaned slightly as you felt the pain in the stretch.

"That's right, baby, lemme hear you," Sungchan teased. He told you a while ago that people make noise at the gym to show their passion and that their body is exerting itself. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the soft moans and speaks that came out of you. Sungchan pulled harder, "Really get in there, touch your nose to the ground if you can."

You felt your ribs poke into you as you folded lower.

"Your flexibility is getting much better, let's see about those legs."

He yanked on your arms, pulling your whole body closer as his legs held yours open. Your legs were pulled forward like a split and you couldn't help but squeak at the pain.

"5 more seconds," Sungchan said as he slowly counted down from five.

As soon as the 5 seconds ended, he slowly let you rise from the stretch. Your back and thighs burned from the tension.

"Good stretch! You seem pretty warmed up, so let's get to lifting. It's squats today." Sungchan took some weights out of his bag and brought them over while you took a short break to massage your legs. He took notice, "Was I too rough on you?"

You shook your head, "No! It's just a little sore."

"I have some medicine for that after we wrap up here, so don't let me forget."

You nodded happily at the thought of Sungchan looking out for you. He set you up, telling you to hold the weight to your chest in a squat position. Demonstrating twice, he motioned to you, "Okay, now you do it." You squat down, holding it for a moment and then slowly rising like he taught you. But the expression on his face told you he saw something wrong. He walked around you, "Do it again?"

You squat a second time, Sungchan's large hand landed on your lower back and pushed your spine straight. The squat got harder with your straight back and the weight pulling on you. It was difficult to keep your balance as your legs shook softly. Sungchan slid his hands down your legs as he positioned himself behind you, squatting with you, as he supported your lift. "If it's too much, you can lean on me a little," He cautioned.

You tried to focus on the stretch but couldn't help but blush as Sungchan held you up. His bulging arms slightly compressed you as his long legs were positioned outside yours.

"Come closer, you're slipping," Sungchan directed as he pulled you more into him.

Warmth shot through you as he easily dragged you to him. His chest was pressed against your back, and your reflection in the mirror was too much for you. You couldn't look, and Sungchan noticed.

"No, you need to look at yourself to see the progress," Sungchan's voice was now in your ear. The warmth brushed against your neck as he breathed. Sungchan turned you to face the mirror, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your body slotted into his larger one, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it looked like you were–

Sungchan's eyes met with yours in the mirror. He smiled, "It's okay, you're doing great. No need to be shy." His praise made your head swirl, and you stopped thinking. You were daydreaming about this situation. You didn't realize you were leaning on him so heavily until he cleared his throat. "Maybe we should change to the next position?"

You snapped back to reality. You weren't even moving anymore, Sungchan was doing all the work. Holding your arms with the weight and supporting your body as you put your weight against him. You could even feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

"Yes! Sorry, I got distracted," You stood up as Sungchan took the weight from you.

"That's alright. Why don't we do lunges next? Real simple."

Sungchan walked to one end of the room. "Just here and back a few times," He gave an example with his hands behind his head as he lunged forward slowly.

You started at the opposite end of the room, doing the lunges as he watched you.

"Try to keep your back straight, no slouching!"

You strained to keep your back straight as you lunged, your knees hitting the floor with each one. You pushed through the exercise until you reached Sungchan, your face level with his bulge. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"You're getting it, but make sure your hands are like this," He leaned forward to fix your hands behind your head, pushing your head and his bulge close together. You could lean forward and kiss it–

"Hey, are you okay?" Sungchan looked at your face with concern.

"Huh?" You blinked.

"You have to go back now."

You'd started fantasizing again and now Sungchan was thinking you were an airhead... You turned around and lunged to the other end of the room.

Sungchan clapped to get your attention, "Why don't we call it early?"

You stood from your lunge, your thighs and knees burning, "What? W-Why?"

"I think you're overworking yourself a bit. You're in pain, aren't you?" Sungchan studied your face as he grabbed your body, squeezing gently to find any sore spots.

You winced as he pinched and poked at you.

"See? We should call it. If you're in too much pain, your body will give out on you," Sungchan frowned.

You nodded sullenly, "O-Okay."

Sungchan put away the weights and took you by the hand into the locker room. He sat you down on a bench, "Shirt off," He commanded.

You hesitated. 

Sungchan chuckled, "I can't apply the medicine with your shirt on." He pulled a cream from his bag, shaking the bottle, "Shirt off, now."

You slipped your shirt over your head.

"Back first," Sungchan commanded as he switched you away from him. Sungchan hummed softly as he massaged the cream onto your back, which made you shiver at how cold it was. The soft sting of the medicine changed into a relaxing warmth as Sungchan worked over your skin. He pressed hard into the center of your back, earning a moan from you.

"Sorry, was I too hard?"

You shook your head, "No, it felt good. I'll stay quiet."

"It's alright, go ahead and make noise. Remember, it just means your muscles are cheering for you." Sungchan chuckled as you moaned again with his permission. He turned you around to face him, "Lay down, I'll get your front too."

"I can do that–"

He hushed you, "It's okay, let me take care of you. You worked hard already, so I'll take care of it." He pushed you gently, cradling your neck as he lay you on your back. "Just close your eyes and relax, it's just us here."

The bench felt cold on your skin as Sungchan's warm fingers dragged across your body, spreading a thin layer of cream. He worked his way from your neck to your chest, roughly applying pressure to your chest. You could feel your dick twitch as his palms guided over your nipples. Your whole body flinched as his hands pressed into your sides, as they worked their way down your torso. Upon reaching your stomach, Sungchan shifted and pulled you closer to him. He set your legs onto his thighs to be closer, you could feel his dick rubbing against you–moving back and forth as he moved.

He gripped your waist, pulling you into him more. The way he held you and pulled you, felt more like thrusting. Your weight shifted as he pushed you and then pulled you into him, his cock getting harder as you tried to keep quiet. But when you heard him groan you peeked an eye open to see.

Sungchan's eyes were heavy-lidded with his mouth open, breathing heavily as his hips thrust into yours.

You closed your eyes, pretending not to know.

"Y/n, don't close them, I want you to look at me," Sungchan's voice was deep and gentle.

You opened your eyes to see Sungchan holding your gaze. Nervously you squirmed under his touch, trying to escape. Sungchan gave a strong thrust–shaking your body on the bench, "Don't act like you don't want me to. I've seen the way you look at me and the way you put your ass out hoping I'd stare."

"That's not true–"

"It isn't?" Sungchan touched your cock over your pants, squeezing moans out of you. "You seem to like it," He said as he stripped off his shirt with one hand, the other pressed on your stomach to hold you in place as he dry fucked you.

His muscles flexed and pulsed as his body moved, his veins showed in his hands and arms as he planted both on your sides again. You didn't know where to touch, or what to do, your head was getting too dizzy.

"Come on, baby. Let's work out a little more," Sungchan teased as he scooped you into his arms. He carried you into the showers. He tossed aside his clothes as he turned on the water. As he was about to enter, he noticed you weren't getting undressed.

"Are you nervous?"

You nodded silently.

"It's okay, I'm your trainer remember? I'll make sure you're stretched perfectly before our cardio session." Sungchan took your arm and pulled you into the shower with him, your clothes clung to your skin as the water seeped into the fabric.

Sungchan kissed you as he pulled your clothes off in a rush, the kiss was sloppy and fast as he rubbed his body against yours. His hands skillfully slipped down your waist and a finger inside you as he kept you busy with kisses.

You whined impatiently as Sungchan took his time stretching you.

"You're not seriously getting mad at me for being polite, right? If you want, we can skip stretches. Just ask." Sungchan's eyes had a hint of irritation but he loved the thought of you asking him for sex when you'd been so shy a moment ago.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer. I'm still technically working right now."

You grit your teeth, "Mr. Trainer, can we skip stretches today? I really want your help with cardio." You tried not to cringe at Sungchan's forced roleplay but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Of course. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, jump for me, baby."

You jumped onto him, his arms holding you as your legs affixed you to him.

"Good boy. Now, let's start with a sprint," Sungchan winked as he lined his cock with your hole and pushed you onto him while raising his cock to meet your hips.

The feeling of him forcing you apart made you swallow deep breaths as your trainer watched joyfully. Sungchan didn't give you much time to accept him inside you, as he immediately started moving. The sting of pain bit at you, contorting your face.

"Work through that pain," Sungchan commanded ask he fucked you against the wall of the shower. The water ran down your bodies and splashed as your hips met, but nothing was louder than your moans of pleasure. "That's right, let me hear you!" Sungchan went harder, making your eyes roll back as your neck relaxed. Your head bounced uncontrollably as Sungchan bit your neck, leaving several marks.

Just as you were about to cum, your moans peaking and body tensing, Sungchan pulled out of you completely.

You groaned in irritation, "What the fuck?"

"Fast and slow, that's how we do cardio. We're resting. Did you forget that already, babe?" Sungchan teased as he placed you down, turning you to face the wall with your ass out. His rest period was about thirty seconds, pulling you away from your climax. When you'd calmed down, Sungchan pushed on your back to arch it as he pushed back into you.

He filled you to the max. You felt his body pressed against you but he was still trying to push deeper, squished against the wall you were forced to arch your back more and allow him deeper inside you.

Sungchan held your hips, "Hands on the wall, don't slip." You followed his instructions, and he lifted you to the point only the tips of your feet were still touching the ground. Sungchan somehow managed to get even deeper inside you. "Your flexibility is unbelievable," He moaned as he fucked you fast and hard again.

You couldn't give an intelligent response, the folding stopped you from taking full breaths and Sungchan's cock thrusting into you so hard knocked the breath out of you. Your whole body shook as your climax started creeping up again, you silently begged for mercy from Sungchan. Your body tensed up again, right before your climax, and Sungchan pulled out again.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer."

"Mr. Trainer. I wanna finish the session."

"Finish? We're only halfway there," Sungchan chuckled as he turned the shower off. He shook his head, letting water fly off him, and pushed his hair back. "But if my student asks me to take it easy, we'll just have to put the rest of the session all in this last push." Sungchan led you out of the bathroom, bringing you to the sauna. "If we want to finish this workout, we need to sweat it all out. If you can handle it," He raised an eyebrow.

"Just fuck me already–"

"That's not a good way to talk to me, y/n." Sungchan laid a small towel on the bench and sat on it. "Ride me."

Your legs were already weak from the exercise earlier, but you knew he wouldn't budge on this. There was a look in his eye that said, Come on. I know you want to.

You moved to straddle him, but he turned you around to face away from him.

"Show me you know how to do the squat I taught you."

You rolled your eyes as you slid yourself down onto him. Your legs shook harshly as you slowly lowered yourself. It wasn't long before your legs felt like they were giving out.

"Sungchan, I can't–"

"Can't? Do you need me to spot you?"

You nodded, "Please."

Sungchan held your thighs, "Okay. Lean on me, I'll help you."

You leaned onto him, as he held your legs tightly to help control them. He was big, it was easier for him to fuck you than for you to fuck yourself on him. You wanted to move faster, but Sungchan forced you to go slow.

"Sungchan!"

He sharply cleared his throat.

"Mr. Trainer, please. Fuck me. I–" Your begging was cut off as Sungchan let you go completely. Your body landed fully on his cock, impaling itself. Your head fell back on his shoulder as your body twitched.

Sungchan watched you in awe, "Are you, okay?" He chuckled at your fucked out facial expression. "You look like a complete slut, you're almost drooling."

You moaned back in response as you rolled your hips back. You reveled in the feeling of being full again. His cock fit you perfectly, and the way he held you–it was only a matter of time.

"You wanna cum, babe?" He whispered in your ear.

Sweat dripped from your face, your bodies stuck together, and the room stank of sex. It was so hot and you'd never felt better. You needed to cum.

"P-Please, Mr. Trainer. I want you to cum in me," You whined.

Sungchan's cock twitched as he watched your face. You were so cute, so soft and squishy in his hands. You moaned at every touch, even when you twitched. You couldn't raise your head and your hands shook like leaves in the wind. He'd broken you by accident...

"Okay. I'll handle everything else. You focus on you."

He lifted your legs, leaning you against him, as he thrust up into you. He was faster and more brutal than ever, it felt like the final race in a marathon. Sungchan poured all his energy into fucking you as he chased his climax.

You came first, almost screaming as your body tensed. Your legs curled inward, but Sungchan held them apart as your cum shot out of you. You cock spitting out ropes of cum onto the sauna's floor. Sungchan came shortly after but he fucked you through his entire high, fast and hard, completely wild and out of pace.

By the end of it, Sungchan's cum was warm inside you and he let you lay in the sauna while he gathered your change of clothes for you. He helped you change, dressing you like a doll as you couldn't stand without his support. You held his massive shoulders as you raised your legs and slipped on your day clothes.

Once you were both dressed, Sungchan rubbed your head. "Do you think you'll book another session with me?"

You nodded, "But, maybe we can work out at your place? I don't think the staff want us here." You glanced at the janitor who glared at you as he went inside the sauna to clean it.

"That's a deal, babe. Tomorrow morning at my place."

You groaned, your legs barely able to work as is.

Sungchan didn't give you the right to refuse as he helped you into his car to take you to his home.

[blasphemousclaw]

Idk if you plan on doing the "questions-about-character-x" list yet, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Marika (maybe with a side of Radagon but mostly the golden strumpet).

• favorite thing about them

nothing hits me harder than characters who lash out because of the injustice or suffering they’ve endured… there’s something so cathartic about characters who make their pain and anger felt in the world in a tangible and consequential way. Marika is this character to me!! I think it’s so powerful to introduce her as an all-powerful goddess, keeping her at a distance as this enigmatic figure who shaped the world as it is today and then shattered it, and then to humanize her by showing us where she comes from and what she went through… she was never just a cold, distant, uncaring deity, but a person, with very human motivations and flaws. learning her backstory gives us so much context for why she did the things that she did and gives us the opportunity to feel close to her and empathize with her… I think she was always sympathetic in the base game, but she still felt so distant, so I really love how the dlc fleshed her out and made her character so accessible

• least favorite thing about them

this isn’t even about her, but about how the fanbase has responded to her writing in the dlc because like dear god

it almost makes me want to avoid content of her which sucks because I really like her LOL

• favorite line

“Hear me, Demigods. My children beloved. Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices...”

absolutely fascinating quote… we don’t really know the context, so there’s many different ways to interpret it… Marika urging her children to become a lord or a god is interesting, because when she deposed the Gloam-Eyed Queen and removed Destined Death from the Elden Ring, it seemed like she was fighting hard to stay in power and to become “Eternal,” but her children succeeding her would necessarily end her reign? This also almost seems like she’s encouraging conflict between her children… there can only be one god and one lord, after all. we don’t know when the quote was spoken, but it almost seems to reference Ranni’s sacrifice of Godwyn on her path to godhood on her own terms? is this a warning? is it a challenge? is it just the words of an extremely jaded and cynical goddess?

• brOTP, ОТР

ok I’m gonna do away with this format here because I just want to list some of her relationships that I really like without having to categorize them:

Marika and Messmer: the dynamic of Marika being a god-queen whose grace is blinding, and her son being born cursed with a serpent of the lightless abyss is so good… him taking up the crusade on her behalf, of his own volition, because he hates how he was born so deeply and will do anything to try to atone for something that isn’t even his fault, committing horrors in her name, is SOOOO

Marika and Radagon: I love pondering where one of them starts and the other begins, how they have opposite goals and worldviews but exist in the same being. really good

Marika and Rennala: I wouldn’t call it an otp but I like it as a ship. Marika being the one to steal away Rennala’s husband, but she actually IS her husband. unparalleled dynamic

• nОТР

there arent any Marika ships I’ve seen that I dislike

• random headcanon

I think she was horrified and disgusted by Morgott and Mohg AND she loved them still. omen babies would have their horns cut off, usually causing them to die, but omen babies born of royalty did not have their horns cut off, so they were allowed to live… I love the idea that Marika couldn’t bear to sentence her children to death, but she also couldn’t bear to look at them because of her past, so they were confined to the Shunning Grounds

• unpopular opinion

*cracks knuckles*

SO MANY people have the wrong idea about her. you’ve got people saying everything she did was justified, she didn’t go far enough, “total hornsent death” etc etc. and on the other hand you’ve got people saying the dlc writing is terrible because it’s excusing Marika for her crimes, it’s baiting you to feel bad for the hornsent and then pulling a plot twist that actually, they were evil and Marika was good the whole time!

both of these interpretations are flawed because the story is not arguing that the hornsent are fundamentally evil people, and it is not arguing that Marika is now blameless because of what she suffered. the story is rife with moments of sympathy for the hornsent’s suffering and examples of the crusade’s inexcusable cruelty, and so much of what’s in the base game showcases the cruelty that Marika’s Order has inflicted. just because the story is giving Marika a sympathetic reason for why she is the way she is does not mean that these facts cease to exist! sympathy for Marika, sympathy for the hornsent, and condemnation for the Golden Order’s and the crusade’s crimes can all exist in the story at the same time!!!!!

• song i associate with them

…how about this: if anyone has a song in mind, leave it in the replies or tags!

• favorite picture of them

Ranni holding her head u_u

[boydepartment]

boyfriend- jay park x reader oneshot

a/n: i honestly just wrote this on a whim 🫠🫠

warnings- jealous jay, he’s kinda an ass but not rlly??? just like an annoyance, other than that there’s no other warnings, IG HES A LITTLE NONCOMMITTAL TOO⁉️

MASTERLIST

wc- maybe like 500 or 700 idk

song- boyfriend by ariana grande and social house

you don’t know when this started with jay…

you didn’t really want that question answered either, for a few months now he’d bump into you at work, compliment you, then just leave you hanging.

it was severely messing with you head, i mean… you knew you were just staff, you weren’t an idol, and you truly didn’t see yourself as anything special. it was practically torture that he was messing with you. it was unfair and it made your career harder.

but lord

when the park jongseong would compliment you and smile at you, it made you week in the knees. the way his hair would fall in front of his face as he would smirk down at you drove you mad.

or when he wore his glasses to work and you’d catch him looking at you.

or… when he’d kiss you and act like it was nothing.

in reality he wasn’t intentionally messing with you(you’d hope), you were just a hopeless romantic and any kind of attention from him made your heart spin.

what really messed with you, was when he’d get irritated when your coworkers would talk with you.

“hey, y/n!” you looked up and saw one of their managers walk up to you, you remember everyone calling him lee.

“hi what’s up?” you asked, organizing the now cleaned makeup brushes.

lee leaned against the wall near you, “do you think you can incorporate green into the next makeup looks?”

your brows furrowed, “green? we’ve never used green?”

lee sighed and chuckled lightly, “riki accidentally smacked his face on the floor this morning and the side of his face is-“

“red. color theory. got it.” you smiled at him, lee nodded before walking off. when you turned around you ran right into jay.

“was he hitting on you?”

once again confusion overtook your features, “what? no? he’s my coworker.”

jay’s brow rose, “okay and? i am too.” you pushed past him and went to the bag of makeup supplies

“he was telling me to incorporate green into the next makeup look because-“

“yeah- because color theory i heard you.” jay sat down on the counter next to the clean brushes.

you turned around from the bag of makeup and looked at him, “did you hit your face on the floor too? is that why you’re irritated?”

“no but maybe i should so you’d give me more attention.” jay leaned back. you rolled your eyes.

“last time i checked, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.” you dug through the bag so you could find the green equalizer.

you heard jay scoff and it made your ears perk up, “does that matter y/n?”

“okay and now i can’t talk to my coworkers?” you grabbed the makeup and headed back to pick up your brushes. jay noticed this and knocked the brushes over on the floor.

“what the hell!? i’m going to have to clean those-“

your voice was cut off when he got off the counter and pulled you closer to him.

“m’sorry for starting an argument.”

your eyes narrowed at him, this was another thing jay would do. he’d start random arguments to get your attention and then whatever mess he made, he’d clean it up. you patted his chest and the grip he had on your waist tightened.

“i’ll clean them for you.” jay said before you could speak. you sighed and went to walk to your bag to get the backup set. before you could pull away he yanked you back into him.

“i haven’t complimented you yet today.” he frowned, you looked up at him. he wasn’t usually this touchy or clingy in this much of a public area. once again- messing with your head. you wanted to fawn over him but the setting was wrong. you were at work, your livelihood. you can fawn over him later.

“okay and? you’re not my boyfriend you don’t have to compliment me.”

“that doesn’t matter.” he played with the hem of your shirt, not looking at your eyes.

your jaw dropped slightly, “what is up with you today? you know you have a performance in like an hour, i have to do my job and get to riki. his face is all bruised…”

jay looked up at you, putting his hands up and backing away slowly, “fine. just stop fawning over lee.”

“what are you jealous?” you rolled your eyes and looked away, not expecting the answer you were about to get.

“yeah.”

this made you stop talking immediately, “why? again, you aren’t my boy-“

to shut you up he kissed you. this definitely was not like your kisses before, during a couple of the company dinners or after-parties he’d sneak you both away to ignore all outside responsibility.

you were taken aback and your hand fell on his collared shirt. he was driving you insane, especially since his cologne was the only thing you could smell.

when he pulled away from you, keeping his grip tight on your waist he finally spoke, “i don’t want anyone else to have you? got it?”

[thatbxolivia]

daddy!anakin x little!reader, babysitter!padme x little!reader

an- idk this is an idea i had for awhile

warnings- injury, blood, abandonment issues

anakin had been busy the past few days. senate hearings, missions, jedi meetings. you felt he had no time for you. you forced yourself to be big and to ignore the part of you that wanted so badly to regress, and for the most part, you were doing a good job. anakin had no reason to believe that your emotions were boiling under the surface and it was only a matter of time before they spilled over.

today would be that day.

truthfully, you woke up feeling better than you had the past few days. the morning started off quite fine. anakin had, of course, already left for the day, and you were all alone in the house. you walked to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge.

“off to a few meetings. love you so much, be good. see you tonight.”

and that was it. tonight? he’d never left you alone this long before! you immediately began to freak out and cried, your little heart breaking. you didn’t even know how to contact obi-wan and ask him to come watch you. you were truly all alone.

you sat on the floor, still crying. you didn’t even have anyone to call! had he really left you all alone? the note didn’t say anything about a babysitter! but of course, why would he? he thought you were big.

a part of you was angry and upset. you’d never gone this long without regressing; was he really that blind? was he so caught up in his work, he’d forgotten about taking care of you? which, in and of itself, was a promise he made that he swore he’d never break? you felt truly by yourself with no one, he didn’t even leave the droids here. you wailed and began hitting your head against the cabinet door underneath the sink. you banged it a few good times, something you did when you were very upset. you usually never actually hit yourself, though, as anakin was usually there to thwart any attempts to harm yourself. you began to feel lightheaded and brought your hand up to touch where you hit, feeling the warm blood seep out. you cried even harder; now you were injured with no one to help you. is this how anakin would find you? alone on the floor bled out in the kitchen? you were having a full fledged panic attack now, and felt physically sick. you tried to get up, but your feet stumbled underneath you and you fell back down, smacking your head against the floor in a different spot. you wailed even harder, there’s no way this was actually happening to you. this had to be some awful nightmare.

you didn’t even register the light knocking at your door, but the person on the other side was quick to hear your cries. using the spare key anakin had given her, she unlocked both locks quickly and rushed in. she caught a glimpse of you, bleeding from your head and on the floor, crying. she was astonished, and very, very angry at anakin for leaving you unattended for this long. he should’ve called her sooner.

“what’s happened?!” you recognized padme’s voice. you couldn’t do anything but wail and hold your arms out, wanting a hug. but you didn’t want to ruin her very pretty dress. you lowered your arms and cried harder, padme rushing to you and giving you a hug regardless. “little one, what’s happened? please tell me.”

“f-f-fell.” you choked out, blood dripping down your forehead now.

“you’re bleeding in two spots! you fell twice?” she asked, shocked.

“h-hi-hit m-myself.” you confessed, utterly embarrassed. padme would have none of it.

“you poor thing.” she said. helping you up and to the bathroom, she had you sit on the toilet and began wetting a large towel and holding it to the two spots from which you were bleeding. “we’ll have a talk about this later, young lady. but you absolutely cannot hurt yourself.” she spoke softly but sternly. “you need a medical droid.” she uttered to herself, looking around. “where’s r2? 3po?”

“gone.” you sniffled.

“what?! what do you mean, ‘gone’?” she asked. you cried more.

“daddy took them.” you said, crying more as she wiped your tears. “i by myself.” you muttered out, still crying.

“oh, i’ll have a word with him. the audacity, by the Gods. he’ll never hear the end of this from me, i swear.” she muttered to herself, bustling around to get first aid supplies. she handed you another towel, as the current one was soaked now. “hold this to your head.” she positioned both of your hands so you held both spots. “i’m going to find a phone, call for medical assistance. then i’m calling anakin. yell for me if you need me or feel faint, i will be right back, okay?” she confirmed with you. all you could do was nod as you still were crying and found it hard to speak. she left momentarily and you heard her faintly in the living room. you sat there, wondering how you let it get this bad, then remembered. in all your fuss about being big and trying to be good and focusing on not being little, you’d forgotten your daily meds. you began to cry again, feeling utterly disappointed in yourself. you thought you’d been doing so good, only to find out you’d failed in the most basic self care. you hated yourself a little at this moment. padme soon returned with the phone, checking on your injuries. she sighed with relief, noticing the blood slowing. she dialed on the phone again, already having called a doctor to the residence, now it was as time for anakin to face her wrath.

“you’ve got some nerve!” she spoke before anakin could even get a word out. on the other end, obi wan was snickering, thinking this was some joke. “and tell obi wan to shut up, this isn’t a joke, she’s seriously hurt! i had to call a doctor! how could you leave her alone for this long before calling me?!”

“what happened?!” you heard your daddy on the other end. he sounded angry and you slinked back into your seat on the toilet. padme rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

“what happened? you failed!” she responded. you began to wince at the argument unfolding. padme noticed this and tried to ring it in. “how could you leave her alone for this long before calling me?” she repeated.

“how did she hurt herself?” daddy asked, worry evident in his voice. padme sighed.

“she was so scared you left this morning that she began to hit her head on- on- something. then she tried to get up and call for help, but she lost blood already, so she fell from being dizzy! that’s what happened, anakin.” she explained, still very upset with him. there was silence on the other end for a few moments. “hello?!” she asked.

“please let me speak to her.” he begged. padme sighed and looked at you, you nodding. she handed you the phone and she took over holding the towel to your cuts until the doctor arrived.

“daddy?” you sniffled.

“babygirl, what happened?” he asked. he was caught so off guard by this, but padme was right. he failed. he should’ve seen this coming.

“been so long since-since…” you trailed off, beginning to cry again, the sobs wracking your body.

“okay, okay.” daddy reassured you. “i’ll finish this meeting and come home immediately, i’ll find someone to fill in for me for everything else. you are the only thing that matters now.” he told you. “i love you so much.” he said. you tried to say it back.

“i love-“ you began to hyperventilate. “i l-love you, too.” you sobbed, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain setting in. you hated feeling this helpless. padme held your head against her abdomen and gave you a hug, rubbing your back. she let the towel fall as the doctor would be here soon and the blood had stopped flowing. you hiccuped and she took the phone and kissed your forehead.

“baby?” anakin asked, worried.

“it’s me.” padme said. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of her. but you need to come home soon.” she said, still angry but trying to remain calm.

“i am. i’ll be home as soon as i can.” anakin said, tears welling in his own eyes. he hardly ever cried but every time he did, it was for you. always.

“good.” was all she said before hanging up, hearing a knock at the door. she rushed over, letting the doctor in and explaining what happened. you were fixed up quickly and the two of them made sure to watch you take your morning dose of medicine. the doctor suggested you be watched closely for the next week or so to be sure no more behaviors like this made an appearance. padme thanked the man and walked him to the door, sighing when she opened the door to reveal anakin.

“is she alright?” anakin asked. padme sighed; shrugging, she pointed to the doctor, who repeated what he’d told her. anakin sighed, realizing you haven’t been on your meds. “it’s my fault, i’m her caretaker, i should’ve noticed.”

“if you’re really her caretaker, then, yes you should have,” the doctor stated simply, pulling out his card. “please do call if she shows any more symptoms.” he said and took his leave, waving goodbye. padme glared at anakin before turning on her heel to go check on you again.

“hi, honey. daddy is here.” she said, walking into your room where you now sat on the floor. you looked up, sniffling, and saw your daddy. you held your arms up and he picked you up swiftly, holding you in his arms.

“babygirl, daddy missed you so much,” daddy said to you, kissing your forehead gently. “i’m so sorry, babygirl.” he told you, tears in his eyes. you looked at him sadly.

“i’m sorry, too.”

“you have nothing to be sorry for. i’m the one who messed up, and i take full responsibility for it.” he said. you sniffled again, feeling more tears pool. “let’s put you down for a nap, babygirl. daddy will be here when you wake up, i promise you.” he told you, setting you down on your bed and pulling the comforter over you. you snuggled in and clutched your bear, looking at your daddy.

“daddy?”

“yes, babygirl?”

“i’m sorry for not taking my medicine.” you cried.

“don’t be sorry, babygirl. daddy will handle that from now on. you don’t worry about a thing, just be my little girl for awhile. okay, baby?” he asked you, gently kissing your forehead again. you nodded, wiping the tears.

“i love you, daddy.”

“i love you, too, baby. so much.”

[peraltiagos-paper-rings]

no I keep thinking about how insanely ridiculous it is that isaac was apparently ignoring and avoiding colin for THREE WEEKS like I just refuse to believe it because it just makes some of 3x09 seem unsatisfactory and not make sense idk…do the writers even realise how long that is like TWENTY ONE DAYS of ignoring and avoiding someone you see and have to work and train alongside probably every day or most days during the season (training days & match days)???? that is MADNESS

if it really was three weeks how come nobody noticed anything was going on between colin and isaac until isaac yelled at colin on the pitch?? why didn’t we see any of the team or coaches going up to isaac or colin like “hey what’s going on with you guys you’re acting weird around each other”?? isaac was blatantly ignoring him to his face IN PUBLIC, like he refused to touch his hand TWICE in the locker room while SURROUNDED by their coaches and teammates, and you’re telling me not one of them saw that and thought “huh that’s weird”??? well maybe they did think it but again no one seems to notice in the scenes, like we don’t see any of them looking over at colin and isaac and seeming confused or something, and none of them say anything…I could understand them shrugging it off as “oh well maybe Isaac’s just in a mood today, maybe they just had an argument about something silly” if this behaviour hadn’t apparently been going on for three weeks like surely they must’ve noticed a pattern?? surely they must’ve realised something was seriously wrong once it went on longer than a week???? and side note, isaac not touching colin’s hand just seems stupid and excessive as well if his issue is not with colin being gay but with the fact that he thinks colin didn’t trust him enough to tell him or whatever but anyway

if it was three weeks why didn’t trent notice if his whole job in s3 was him observing the team every day, he’s been watching the team interact and play and train together for months at this point so surely he’d notice if the dynamic of two players who are usually close friends was off?? and why did colin wait THREE WEEKS to tell him, I would’ve told him after like 2 days of being ignored…and if it was three weeks then trent’s answer of “just give him time” really seems inadequate, I’m sorry trent I love you but he gave him THREE WEEKS already, how much more time can he possibly need????

also, if it was three weeks, I just feel like colin should’ve been angrier. he should’ve yelled at isaac. i love isaac ok he’s my best boy and I love their friendship but cmon…I guess colin isn’t a very angry/confrontational/aggressive person and he doesn’t hold grudges and maybe he didn’t yell at isaac when he came to apologise bc he was just happy to have his best friend back and he didn’t wanna fight, but?? THREE WEEKS???? i would’ve been FUMING. and anyway colin yelling at isaac would’ve hit harder especially if it happened in front of everyone, like imagine everyone just staring aghast like oh my god what is going on colin NEVER gets mad at anyone least of all ISAAC???? and personally if it had really been three weeks then isaac’s apology should’ve been a lot longer than just “sorry bruv” and he should’ve had a longer explanation of why he acted like that for THREE WEEKS 😭

so yeah I just…had to get that off my chest because I have been unable to stop thinking about it ever since I heard billy harris say that it was three weeks between 3x08 and 3x09 lmao but I refuse to believe it I just don’t think it makes sense for multiple reasons and it’s too sad for me to contemplate

[pablo-diablo]

I went to the CD store today and I bought a bunch of stuff! (probably too much lol)

most notably a 2-in-1 DVD of The General and Steamboat Bill, Jr.! I'm VERY surprised and excited to have found Buster Keaton films there. Silent films are like... not usually out and about? People who have physical copies often had to buy them online and don't resell them. I'm guessing these aren't great copies, but my other on-hand option is watching them on youtube so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (there were also several Chaplin DVDs but. no thank you.)

I also got the Criterion release of Hiroshima Mon Amour. I've been wanting to see it for ages and just never had any chance to, but now I'm obligated to sit and watch.

as for CDs!!!!! at first I wasn't finding anything that connected with me, but! then I came across Haunted by Poe, which I thought would be great to have a copy of. it's the companion album to House of Leaves, and I've listened to it before online. (on that note, I also wanna get The Whalestoe Letters, maybe order it after I move.)

I got Hard Candy by Madonna, mostly bc it was buy-1-get-1 and I wanted to get something by her, idk.

Then the free album I got alongside that was The Big Room by M2M. I know only 1 thing about M2M, which is that they had a song in the 1st Pokemon movie (Don't Say You Love Me). literally since like 1999 I've had this Pikachu-yellow single CD that just has Don't Say You Love Me and then just one instrumental piece. it's not even the real soundtrack to the movie. so wtf. anyway. M2M is apparently Norweigan?

then I got a greatest hits collection from Fatboy Slim :) it's called Why Try Harder and has Christopher Walken from the Weapon of Choice video on the cover.

also anyone that buys something at this store gets to pick a free CD or DVD from the free. so I picked a Celtic Woman album, bc I always liked hearing the Celtic music groups during the PBS pledge drives. fun surprise!

anyway I'm so happy to have gone. we also got coffee twice today (not starbucks!) and took care of some errands. lately we've been only leaving the house for appointments and obligations so it was nice having a day out.

oh and I dressed a little nicer than usual and my hair looked okay and I got gendered correctly (by an old guy!). so I looked dudely despite not binding even :0

[sk3tch404]

Yandere: I like you

Reader: Like as in, like like you?

How yandere Idv boys would react to being asked if they 'like like' you after confessing (Survs + Hunters)

Characters: Eli, Norton, Naib, William, Ganji, Kevin, Andrew, Luca, Antonio, Wu Chang, Joseph, and Jack

A/n: Help I stayed up all night again and I gotta reread this when I wake up at 8 PM later (It's literally 9:05 in the morning rn bruh)

Okay uhh just post this for shits n giggles hehe

Eli

Um, I guess? Lol

"... Yes. I 'like like' you."

He says it in the most serious tone ever. He does laugh a little afterwards though so 👌

Brooke cocked her head to the side and quickly looked back at Eli for confirmation for what you just said. His face was dead on in your direction, so she just took it as, "Go with the flow."

Norton

"No? I love you."

Would get emotional because he thinks you're gonna friendzone him, or worse, reject him.

Once you explain that you're not that great at wording and you just wanted to accentuate what your saying into shorter terms, Norton finally understands that you're not directly telling him you dont share the same feelings.

He though you were making fun of his confession for a bit a first

"So, do you, 'like like' me too?"

Naib

Um, I think so?

"I do like you Y/n, but it's far greater than 'like like'."

He also thinks you're gonna friendzone him.

He tries not to question you as this is a serious moment and he doesn't want it to be more awkward as it already is.

But he caves and asks you what you mean by 'like like'. You explained it to him and Naib thought it was one of the most dumbest ways you could try to say attracted.

"Why couldn't you have said romantically attracted?"

"Well, because, uhhh idk cause it was easier."

"Omfg..."

He still loves you, he just looks at you as a bit dumber than he thought (Not like that changes his feelings about you. Naib loves that you're a bit aloof and will cherish you everyday of his life no matter what)

William

"Yes! I do 'like like' you!"

Got the memo very quickly. 1 shared braincell moment.

Likes how you two get along so well! He thinks that you basically said that you liked him as much as he likes you, so strap in and hold on bc you're in for one hell of a ride.

Ganji

... He doesn't understand

"Like like? Is this a joke I haven't been told of???"

You explain it to him and he's greatly relived. He really thought he embarrassed himself there and lost the chance with you forever.

He's used to your way of talking, but he just got so nervous while confessing that he just freaked. Ganji's mind ran through so many scenarios and mishaps when you said that.

"Oh *ahem* then, I guess I do 'like like' you..." (He's blushing and looking away shyly as we speak >\\\<)

Kevin

Yes yes yes yes yes

"I like like like like you!"

Very much same energy given. Kevin loses his flirty persona and gives you genuine reactions.

Dw he's still a smooooth cowboy; All he wants to do is to show you the true authentic side of himself before you go on thinking he's just trying to hit on you even harder.

"I truly do love you Y/n. You're the only one I want. I love love love love looooooveeee you!"

Andrew

Did he say something wrong? Oh no he just blew it. He knew he shouldn't have confessed to you today. You're trying to investigate him further so you can really make fun of his waste of an attempt later.

"... I'm sorry, I don't think we should speak right now..."

You're gonna have to tackle him to stop him from running away.

You explain to him through his nervous babbling. Once he's got it, Andrew is gonna just be sitting there a bit dumbfounded.

"Oh... I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. Please forgive me."

You're the only one he really trusts and ultimately loves, please dont hate him from now on.

Luca

Yes

"I like like you!"

He answers you how you expect him to. Straight to the point and unfiltered as per usual.

Luca is so happy you understand him and his vibes! He knows you're only making sure, so he's gonna give you exactly what you want! Just give yourself something back in return!

Antonio

Erm, sure why not

"Yes... of course I do."

He thinks you're so cute when you're aloof. Your questioning makes him want you even more.

Antonio wants to lure you to him as to gain your trust. He doesn't need anymore running from you.

Be careful if you do try to turn the other way, he's quicker than you think.

"Symphonies can't compare to your melodies..."

Wu Chang

Xie: uhhhh, yeah, we do like you a lot :)

Fan: We love you? What is this 'like like' nonsense???

Xie hits Fan as a signal to follow his lead. Xie tries to lure you in by being compliant and nice just like Antonio.

Fan likes you being a bit of an airhead, but sometimes during serious moments like these, his patience gets quite low.

"Fan, don't you 'like like' Y/n too?"

"Tch, yes. I do 'like like' Y/n."

"I'm glad that's settled. Now Y/n, I wonder if you 'like like' us?"

Joseph

Perhaps

"If that's what you want to see it as, then I guess I can say I 'like like' you."

He loves how you make up these funny little terms. It's interesting.

You bring so much light and color into this world. How could he let you slip away now that he has you in his grip?

"We're pass the point of no return Y/n. How will you proceed Y/n?"

Jack

Okay lol

"*laughs* Of course not. I'm infatuated in you darling."

Of course he likes you. He wouldn't be confessing his love and his 'deepest darkest' secret to you if he didn't.

You entertain him to no end. Jack enjoys your way of talking. It really spices up your conversations.

It also helps you evade death.

"Can't you say the same for me Y/n?" (Say yes or else :D)

[shawtuzi]

here’s a little something with peaches and coconut!eren because i missed him sm my pretty boy<333 minors dni obvi

content warnings include: exhibitionism kinda idk, oral male & female receiving, hella praise for eren bc that’s baby boy, kinda subby eren bc why not! if i missed any warnings so sorry also this is not proofread so sorry again for that lol 

It was another beautiful Sunday morning at the church. It was Easter Sunday, one of the biggest days of the year and spirits were high. You had chosen to wear one of Eren’s favorite dresses today, a short yellow sundress that complimented your figure nicely. Your hair was styled to perfection and your nails were freshly manicured a pastel yellow to match your dress and shoes. Eren had recently become obsessed with the color yellow on you and who were you to deny your boyfriend of seeing you in it?

Eren was waiting patiently for you at the steps in a tight fitting black button up with a smile on his face. “You look beautiful angel” he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and you wore yellow, how sweet of you to think of me.” You giggled feeling your face heat up at his words, “of course you know I’m always thinking of you Renny” you said staring at him with hearts in your eyes. Before you two could continue your conversation your parents walked over to greet Eren, and of course he put on his award winning act making bullshit conversation with your parents. “It’s almost time for the sermon don’t stay out here too long Y/N” your mother scolded before walking inside with your father.

By now you and Eren were the only ones outside, the only sounds that could be heard was the soft blow of the wind and the jumbled voices inside the church. “You look very handsome today Ren I love when you wear this” you said, bringing your hands up to his chest slowly trailing them down his body. “Did this shrink or have you been working out more?” you mumbled noticing the button up looked more tighter on him than usual. “Working out Connie says I’ve been looking ‘doughy’ so I’ve been hitting it a little bit harder at the gym” he chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “okay one don’t ever listen to Connie he’s the last person that should talk shit and two I can’t believe you actually listened to Connie? You were far from ‘doughy’ love” you smiled, bringing his right hand to your lips and kissing his knuckle. The simple act made Eren’s face flush a light pink dusting over his cheeks. Eren had heard a lot of times from people that he was handsome and sure he agreed but you made him feel beautiful like he was the most precious thing this Earth had to offer. He will probably never forget the first time you ever called him pretty. It lives embedded in his brain.

Your parents had thought you and Eren were doing some studying at the library but you two were actually having a picnic deciding a little white lie wouldn’t hurt them. The sun was just beginning to set and the light was shining perfectly at Eren. Holy shit did he look like a dream. His hair was down, brown locks cascaded down his broad shoulders practically begging you to run your fingers through it. He settled for a plain white hoodie and jeans along with his beat up Air Force 1’s.

“You look pretty today” you smiled unwrapping the sandwiches he packed for the two of you. “Huh?” he asked quirking an eyebrow and you giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “I said you look pretty. I mean you look pretty all the time but this light really does make you look…beautiful.” “Oh uh thanks” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “you- uh you look pretty too.” “You’re blushing!” you laughed making Eren’s Face flush even more, “you are too cute Eren” you hummed pulling bottles of juice from the picnic basket. Eren huffed in annoyance, shaking his head, “yeah yeah laugh it up now but you won’t be laughing when I got you crying on my dick later” he chuckled. Don’t worry he kept his promise and had you bouncing on his dick an hour later in his car making sure your makeup was ruined from your tears of pleasure <3

“Eren?” you asked, breaking him from his thoughts. “Sorry, what was that love?” he mumbled, setting his hands on your waist. The memories of you riding his dick from that night had his slacks feeling a tad bit tighter and you were only to blame. “We should probably head inside” you whispered starting to feel small under his intense stare, you knew that look all too well. Eren silently nodded and grabbed your hand leading the two of you inside. During the entire sermon Eren tried his absolute best to keep his thoughts under control afraid that his growing erection may bring attention to himself but he couldn’t help it! You just looked so damn pretty :(

He imagined it was only the two of you in there, your body laid on one of the pews legs over Eren’s shoulders while he ate you out as if he were a man starved. He loved giving you head honestly if he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs he’d die with no regrets. “Mmm Ren” you would moan so sweetly for him tangling your manicured fingers into his soft locs pulling him closer as you reached your peak-

“Ren” you hissed, tapping his thigh breaking him out of his lewd thoughts. You were enjoying the sermon hanging onto his fathers every word when you suddenly glanced over and saw Eren’s raging boner begging for some attention. Poor baby. “Don’t touch me you’ll make it worse” he whispered clenching his hands into fists. You looked at his flushed appearance, internally melting at the small pout on his face. “Hey Mom, Dad? Eren isn’t feeling too well I’m gonna take him to the bathroom” you whispered making sure you got the ‘okay’ from them before grabbing Eren’s hand and pulling him out of the room (making sure to shield his erection from innocent eyes).

“In here” you whispered, tugging him in the nearest bathroom and into the farthest stall from the door. “What’s gotten into you today love?” you asked taking his hair out of the bun it was in so you could massage his scalp. He hummed, setting his forehead against yours, “nothing just need you…need you so bad Y/N it hurts” he mumbled bunching your dress up in his hands. “What do you need me to do baby use your words” you whispered bringing one of your hands to slowly palm him over his slacks.

“N-need you to touch me.”

That was all you needed to hear before undoing his pants, letting his dick spring out a pearl of precum dribbling from the tip. “Spit” you ordered bringing your small hand up to Eren’s face and of course he obeyed letting a glob of spit fall onto your hand. “You’re so hard Ren” you giggled slowly stroking his cock making sure to squeeze a little tighter every time your hand went over the tip. “Gah- yeah all for you Y/N a-all for you baby” he whimpered, throwing his hand back against the stall door. You left the teasing out for today deciding your poor baby deserved a fulfilling orgasm.

It was rare you got to see this submissive side of Eren so you decided to milk as much of it out of him as you could, the sounds of his whines and whimpers like music to your ears. “You were so spaced out while your dad was talking what were you thinking about Renny” you cooed brushing the stray strands of hair out of his face. He bucked his hips into your hand a loud moan threatening to erupt from his throat. “I-I was thinking about eating you out in the- fuck the p-pews. Thinking o-of making you cum on my tongue” he grunted feeling his orgasm already approaching, “that feels so good baby please make me cum.”

You picked up the pace of your hand, the shclicking sounds getting louder by the minute. “So gooood you’re so good to me Y/N, I love you so fucking much” he moaned not even caring about the volume of his voice anymore. “I love you more Eren you look so pretty like this, makin’ me so wet” you whimpered rubbing your thighs together. There you go again calling him pretty dammit. “Say it again…call me pretty” he grunted, bringing one of his hands under your dress and straight into your panties rubbing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh! Y-you look pretty Renny, always look so pretty can’t believe you’re all mine. Mine mine mine!” you squealed, feeling him push two fingers in your dripping pussy. “That’s right I’m your pretty boy and you’re my pretty girl. My perfect fucking girl get on your knees now unless you want me to ruin your dress” he growled and you wasted no time getting on your knees, sticking your tongue out. You continued to jerk his cock until he came all over your tongue in long, messy spurts. Eren’s chest was heaving up and down, he felt lightheaded the only thing consuming his mind was you and your pussy.

He opened his eyes slowly, a small smile coming onto his lips. Before you could process what was happening Eren jerked your body up bringing you in for a sloppy kiss, “I can’t taste you out there but I can do it in here? Will you let me pretty girl?” he whispered, running his hands slowly up your sides. You nodded and Eren wasted no time backing you against the wall, he knelt and threw your legs over his shoulders making you gasp fingers grabbing onto his tousled hair. “I’m not gonna drop you baby don’t worry I got you” was all he said before ducking his head under your dress the faint smell of peaches and coconut wafting into his nose.

Eren pressed his mouth against your panty clad cunt licking and sucking at the wetness that had seeped through, “fuck” he grunted digging his hands into your plush thighs. He finally pulled your panties to the side wrapping his lips around your swollen clit making your eyes roll back. “Ren…” you mewled  slowly, grinding your pussy against his face. It was almost impossible for Eren to breathe but he didn’t care, the only thing on his mind was making you cum all over his awaiting tongue.

Suddenly you heard the door open your blood running ice cold at the sound. “That was amazing Pastor Jaeger sure is something” you heard your mother speak, your eyes widening at the sound of her voice, but that didn’t stop Eren in fact it encouraged him to go faster, his tongue dipping into your dripping entrance while his nose nudged against your clit. “He has such a way with words I’m surprised your daughter didn’t hurry back to hear the rest” you heard another woman speak. You lifted your dress up and were met with Eren already peering up at you a playful glint in his eyes. ‘You gonna cum?’ he mouthed to you and you nodded a pout forming on your lips.

God you wanted to cum so bad but the thought of doing it while you mother was in the same room felt like a one-way trip to hell. “Me too but you know how she is about Eren, the girl is practically a second mother to him” your mother chuckled her words bringing a faint blush to your cheeks. You didn’t even bother looking at Eren knowing he had a shit eating grin on his face. Finally the two women left the room leaving you and Eren alone once again. “H-hurry and make me cum someone might walk in again” you whined practically humping Eren’s face.

Within minutes you were cumming all over his tongue, your thighs shaking in the process. Eren slowly lifted you off of his shoulder, his hands now finding purchase on your hips making sure you didn’t fall. “All better now?” you asked, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. His hair was all messy, face flushed with his lips and chin coated in a thin layer of your cum. “Much better thank you angel you’re honestly too good to me I love you so much” he smiled pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You should be submissive a little more often…I like hearing you whine” you giggle causing Eren to roll his eyes a blush coming onto his face for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. “Yeah fat chance of that ever happening now let’s get out of here” he grumbled knowing good and well if you asked nice enough he’d get on his knees and kiss the ground you walk on. What could he say? He was whipped for his angel.

<3

if ur reading this send in some requests im bored

[anyoneseenadam]

wing kink w azriel x reader?!?!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: smut SMUT SMUT, dom!reader, sub!az, creampie, wing kink, degredation, but also simultaneously praise idk, oral (male recieving), penetration and bad language :)

a/n: i have zero chill omg this is filthy but also like az is hot so idc. I hope you like it!! (also I didn’t proof read this so sorry for any errors lol)

part 2

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Azriel was infuriating you. All day he had been making jabs at you, he wasn’t being mean, he was just bored. And when he got bored that meant he made it his life mission to annoy you until you snapped. Usually you could deal with this, commenting back, the two of you riffing back and forth with insults and petty comments. Today however you were up to your neck in paperwork that you had to fill out by the end of the day and Azriel’s neediness was not helping you concentrate.

Currently you were sitting at your desk, your neck bent as you scribbled furiously, trying to ignore the tall pile of paper still stacked to your left and instead focusing on the work in front of you. Azriel had just come home from a mission and was disquieted to find you not rushing into his arms ready to ride him into next week but instead bent over your desk, only offering him a small kiss to his cheek before you turned back to continue. Truthfully he was only annoying you because he knew that was the only way to get you to take a break, not that you had to know that.

You grit your teeth as he threw another balled-up piece of paper at you, hitting you directly in the forehead with his always perfect aim. You were seconds away from stabbing him when he threw a second piece of paper, laughing when you glared at him.

“Shut up.” You all but growled and he smirked, pleased with his win.

“Make me.”

In a matter of seconds you were in his lap, kissing him ferociously, a hand tugging his hair roughly as he groaned into your mouth, grinning. He picked you up, pushing against a wall as he grinded into you, his hips moving on their own accord and creating delicious friction, his crotch hard and pressing against your clit as you moaned into his mouth. He winnowed the two of you up to your shared room without falter and dropped you on your bed, pulling down your trousers and ripping your top off, dropping to his forearms as he latched his lips around your nipple. He suckled and bit at your right nipple, leaving wet kisses all over your breast before moving to give your left the same treatment.

You felt yourself getting wetter, but you were still angry so before you lost the battle for dominance completely you were pushing him off of you and flipping the two of you around, so you were straddling him. He took a minute to appreciate you. Your hair was already messy, falling out of the loose bun you had held it in for most the day, dark marks were forming on your breasts and all you were wearing was a simple pair of panties. You smirked down at him before moving down his legs, bringing your head down and licking the bulge in his trousers like a kitten.

He groaned as you looked up at him through full lashes, all pouty lips and sultry eyes. You moved back down, grabbing the waist band of the joggers he had thrown on between your teeth and tugging them down until his cock bounced free, having foregone boxers knowing that the two of you would end up in this position sooner or later.

“C’mon baby, please,” he groaned as you pressed a light kiss to his leaking tip, licking the salty precum of your lips and moaning in delight.

“Hmm I don’t know I haven’t heard an apology yet,” you giggled, and he growled at you before grabbing your head and forcing you down on his cock. You smiled around his length and started bobbing your head, taking him deep into your throat and moaning around him, his legs bucking at the vibrations. You forced him down deeper, relaxing your throat muscles and holding him there for a second, one hand coming up to gently rub his balls in your palm. He still had one hand in your hair but the other was working on pulling off his shirt now, his wings flaring out when he managed, and an idea popped into your head. You knew exactly how to make him apologise.

You pulled back up, sucking hard on his tip, and wrapping your hand around his impressive girth, twisting, and tugging his cock in a way you knew made him see stars. You pulled your mouth off, licking away the precum that was spilling over onto your hands and peered up at him, seeing him focused intently on you, eyes dark. You pumped hm harder and he let loose an animalistic groan, hips bucking into your hand as he got closer.

“Are you ready to apologise yet?” you asked with a sly smirk as he shot you a glare.

“Fuck! What for?” you laughed at his comment. He really didn’t know what was coming.

You took your hand of his dick and wrapped your lips around him again, taking him to the base and gagging, knowing he secretly loved the sound. You gave him a final harsh suck before pulling off completely and coming to straddle him, watching his face contort as the sweet release he was seconds away from grabbing was pulled away from him.

“Baby, fuck please,” He whined as you ground your pantie-clad centre onto his aching member.

“Say it.” you demanded, and he growled again.

“Why would I, I got what I wanted didn’t I?” he smirked at you and you lightly slapped his face, grinning at the shocked look paired with a desperate moan from him. You grabbed his cock in one hand and pushed your panties to the side with the other, hovering above him as your hole drools with want. He pleads beneath you and you take some mercy, sinking down on him, a squelching sound filling the room as you do, knowing that you’ll have him under your thumb in no time.

You lift your hips slowly, forgetting how much he filled you. You almost felt winded, his huge size pushing against your walls just right, so much so that you could see the faint outline of his cock in your stomach, the sight making him grin when you sank back down with a moan. You lifted yourself up again and sat back quicker this time, soon picking up a pace. When you had partially adjusted to his size you bit your lip before reaching out a hand to his left wing, your right hand still firmly pressed against his toned chest.

His eyes were closed, a blissful look on his face, but they shot open when you slowly trailed your nail along the sensitive side of his wing. You grinned and trailed your hand back up, before scratching back down, following the veins that were clear through the thin membrane of his bat like wings.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,”

“No.”

“What?” he looked at you with those big eyes you usually couldn’t resist, but you were finally in charge and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

“You’re going to apologise, or if you’d rather, I could tie you to this bed and edge you all night?” you leaned down and licked a stripe up his right wing as his hips bucked uncontrollably up into yours. You knew the signs with him, the way his chest flushed red, and he got a dazed look in his eyes, he was about to cum.

You lifted your self completely off him as he practically screamed in frustration, trying to grab your hips to push you back down but with a flick of your wrist you had them tied to the headboard. You sat back, drooling pussy leaking your juices onto his thigh, and leaned forward to press kisses into his wings, licking up them with a flat tongue, nails scratching along the sensitive skin.

“Awe are you going to cum baby? I’m barely even touching you,” you mocked, tracing patterns on his wing with one hand and pumping his cock slowly with the other.

“Please baby, I’ll be good just please let me come,” he begged, eyes watering as he tried to hold back.

“Say it baby and I’ll let you fill me up nicely, how about that?” you moved so you were sat over him again, and he whined when he felt you drip onto him. You were unbelievably turned on watching him struggle against his bonds as he begged you, hips bucking up, to come. And while you wanted nothing more than to untie him and have him fuck you into oblivion you weren’t going to give up the dominance you so rarely got.

“I’m sorry baby please,” he begged, and you smirked.

“What for my love?” your nails were still drawing patterns on his wings and he was going red in the face, the room darkening as his shadows grew stronger, brushing against your hot skin.

“For annoying you! I just wanted you to pay me some attention,” he cred and you cooed at him, one hand coming to rest on his face.

“So needy.” You sat back down and started lifting your hips up and down quickly, one hand braced on his chest and the other stroking his wing as you rode him, his hips bucking up into yours. Hard.

The two of you were groaning in harmony as his cock slammed into your cervix, the pleasure far outweighing any pain you were in. he was babbling incoherently, and you ran a gentle hand over his face.

“You’re so good, so good for me. Cum baby.” You demanded and he moaned loudly, shaking as he came. You moaned as you felt him fill you, his cum warm and you smiled as it leaked out around his cock as his hips stuttered. You felt your self get closer and continued riding him, prolonging his high as he shook from the over stimulation, before you finally came, your back arching as your walls clenched around him. you reached your hand down, rubbing your clit as you rode out your orgasm, Azriel watching you with awe, amazed that you were in his lap, on his cock. As far as he was concerned he was pretty sure you were a goddess, sent down to bless him and he thanked whatever force brought you into his life.

You collapsed on his chest and waved your hand weakly, his arms wrapping around your waist soon after as he muttered his thanks into your hair, praising you and telling you how much he loved you. You remained that way for a while before he flipped you over, his cock hardening inside of you.

“Are you ready to be good for daddy now?” he asked, and your eyes widened at how quickly he turned the tide on you, biting your lip as you nodded.

“Good girl.” Your paperwork was not finished that night.

[jungwonenthusiast]

idk what all you write about kink wise, but could you do sub!jake with pegging? where he’s really subby and cute and the reader (female) takes care of him

A/N: I don't write pegging lol but I hope u enjoy <3 (forgive me if there r any spelling mistakes)

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6 k

Jake falls on top of you while you lay in bed. You let out an 'oof' from the sudden weight. His hair is a little damp from his shower and it's poking into your eyes.

"Please give me a warning if you're gonna do that." you wince.

"I'm sorry," he groans and rolls off of you. "I'm not having a good day."

Your brows furrow. "Why? Did something happen?"

He runs a hand through hair and sighs. "The choreo for drunk dazed is just really hard and we're all struggling to be synchronized. It just feels like everyone is blaming each other for it."

You frown and pull him against you so that his head is resting on your chest. "I'm sorry baby. But I'm sure you guys will figure it out, you always do. Maybe everyone was feeling extra crummy today."

"Maybe," he says while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming to see you all day. I think I'm addicted to you."

You giggle.

"Seriously though, what are you laced with? Meth? Crack?" he jokes and you ruffle his hair.

"I think about you all day too sweetheart." you kiss the top of his head.

He smiles and throws his leg on top of yours. "What'd you do today?"

"The usual. School. Work. And dealing with that one bitch who always has the most complicated drink order." you roll your eyes.

"Is that the lady who asks for like twelve different syrups?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I think it's for her kid too, I should call CPS." you joke and he laughs.

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about what happened today." he groans. "I hate being angry, I wish we could all get over this already."

"Sometimes it's worse to just move on, you should clear the air first." you suggest.

"But apologizing sucks." he complains.

"I know but it'll be worth it." you rub his back.

"I need something that will get my mind off of it." he says.

"You got any ideas?"

"Mhm," he says while pushing his hand up your shirt.

You chuckle. "Of course that's what it is."

"What," he says sheepishly. "It's your fault for being so tempting."

You push him onto his back and climb into his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

You kiss him softly, your thumb gently swiping back and forth on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. He's already grinding up into you and this point.

You hold his hips down. "Patience."

He just whines and gives you puppy eyes, but you don't cave.

You slide your hand up his hoodie and glide your fingers along his warm skin. He feels so good under you, you’ll never be able to get enough of him.

You push his hoodie up and stick your head under, pecking all of the skin you can reach.

He laughs and pets your hair. “I thought you said to be patient.”

“You’re too good to resist.” you say while palming him through his sweats.

He whimpers as he starts to struggle under your touch.

You pull down the band of his sweats just the slightest bit to kiss his hip bone.

He watches you with wide eyes, anticipating your every move.

“If you want me to do something you’re gonna have to ask.” you tease.

“Touch me please,” he says without hesitation.

You smirk before coming up to kiss him while sliding your hand into his Calvins.

He whines into your mouth and you smile, loving how quickly he submits to you.

“I’m sorry my angel had a bad day,” you kiss his jaw. “I’ll make you feel better okay?”

He nods eagerly as you tug his pants down. You waste no time getting your mouth on his cock.

He hisses and grips at the duvet. “Fuck,” he exhales.

You pull away and let spit drip from your tongue down to his tip and it’s so hot that Jake’s tempted to take a picture.

You take him into the back of your throat and his head falls back with a moan. You can see his Adam’s apple dip every time he swallows.

You continue to bob your head up and down and he moves to pet your hair.

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, his desperation sending heat straight between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so good.” his hips buck up and you hold him down. You brace yourself and deepthroat him, you can feel your eyes watering.

He moans and grabs at the headboard behind him. “Can I cum please? Please I need it.” he says hopelessly.

You nod and it only takes one swallow around his tip to get him whimpering and trembling under you.

You swallow his seed while he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he exhales before pulling you up for a kiss. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too baby.”

“Can you fuck me please?” he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and underwear.

You smirk and help him out, throwing your garments onto the floor. He pulls you into his lap and tugs your hoodie over your head.

“So pretty,” he says before kissing your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples. You moan and comb your hands through his hair.

His fingers travel down to your desperate cunt to draw circles on your clit.

You grab his cock, not being able to hold out anymore. You line yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

He buries his head into your neck. “Fucking god,” he groans. “So wet.”

Your head falls back as he hits your sweet spot.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers.

“Yeah?” you ask cockily.

He looks up at you with sparkling eyes and nods.

“My pretty puppy,” you coo while bouncing up and down on him. “Taking this pussy like a good boy.”

His head falls back down onto your shoulder but you tug his hair, getting his eyes on you.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” you say and he whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly and you kiss him.

He reaches down to play with your clit while you rock your hips against his.

You run your hands softly over his shoulders then down his lean torso. You watch his face and the way the corners of his lips perk up every now and then. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were clouded and completely taken over by your presence and he looks so pretty you could die.

He holds your waist tight while moaning and whimpering mindlessly, not caring if your neighbors can hear.

His whines begin to get more frantic and you kiss his forehead. “You close?”

“Mhm,” he says. You can tell that he’s trying not to finish. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

"You can go a little longer." you tease.

He shakes his head. "I can't I can't. You feel too good."

You squeeze around him just to have fun and he whimpers, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Please y/n." you can see that he's starting to tear up.

Your hand comes up to tug on his hair. “Cum for me then, be good, puppy.”

“Harder.” he begs and you obey.

His head snaps back and his lips part, letting out the most alluring sounds you could ever hear.

Your bouncing turns into grinding as he releases into you.

“Good boy,” you whisper to him as he relaxes.

He kisses your neck while slumping into you.

You smile. “You did so good baby.”

“Thank you,” he says.

You’re about to get up when he grabs you and pulls you so that your back is against his chest.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“You didn’t cum,” he says before pushing one finger into you. You moan, still sensitive from the stimulation you had a moment ago.

He drapes your legs over his, spreading you wide.

“All I wanna do is make you feel good.” he says while pushing a second finger in.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck. He curls his fingers just the slightest bit and your hips buck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You look down to watch his dripping fingers disappear in and out of your cunt.

It’s not long before your thighs begin to tremble. You guys have been together to the point where he knows every trick that makes your eyes roll back and your back arch, but every time he uses them, it just gets better and better.

“Please cum for me,” Jake uses his free hand to massage your chest. “I wanna be good for you.”

Your hips begin to pull away but he’s quick to pull you against him.

Your moans get more and more desperate as you reach your high. Then finally, you’re falling into an abyss of euphoria.

He peppers kisses all over you as you calm down, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.

You turn around to straddle him and give him a kiss. “You’re so good.” you say.

He blushes like a schoolgirl and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You chuckle. It’s cute how often he likes to say it. “I love you too puppy.”

“Am I really that much like a puppy?” he says. “Don’t I look cooler now with my black hair?”

“I suppose,” you ruffle it. “You’re still a cutie to me.” You’re kidding, you know that he’s stupid hot.

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

You giggle. “Why? Do you wanna be bad?” “Mhm.” he nods.

“Maybe I can treat you like you are.” you push him into his back for another round.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wedding crashing, please: Trey stealing the bride (because maybe he was a dense idiot before, idk), with the help of Rook and Tweels.

***Mild spoilers for Trey’s Lab Coat personal stories, and the Ghost Marriage and Wish Upon a Star events!***

“I object to this wedding...!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

Trey has never understood all the “love” stuff that people gush about, or the heights that it drives them to. You can’t exactly add “love” as an ingredient in cake, and isn’t “love” the whole reason why a ghost bride slapped him? Needless to say, he’s not well-versed in the ways of romance.

As his childhood friend, you’ve always known him to be like this: level-headed and practical. You really look up to him a a big brother figure, someone always keeping you straight-laced and out of trouble.

He was the one that wiped your tears when you scraped your knee while playing, the one that made mud cakes with you after a heavy rainfall, the one you split your profits with after running a lemonade stand for the afternoon. Your best friend, always by your side.

Even when Trey went off to NRC, he’d always keep in touch and make time to visit you on his breaks, a few pastries in hand and a smile to greet you with. You’d lounge under blue skies for hours on end, sharing stories in a field of clovers.

Oftentimes, your stories involve your long term S/O, or how serious your relationship is getting. “I think he might propose soon,” you confide in Trey. He’d respond jokingly with, “That so? Then I’d recommend the Clover bakery to do your wedding cake.”

He graduates and moves back to the Rose Kingdom, taking on a more active position at his family’s business--and suddenly, you’re seeing each other almost all the time again. Your stories become all the more real to him, and you bring your S/O to the bakery a few times.

“This is Trey, my childhood friend. My best friend, in fact! Trey, this is my fiancé.”

“Your... fiancé? When was this? This is the first I’ve heard about it.”

“Oh, you know... Things happened,” you respond with a dreamy blush. “We’re actually here today to order our wedding cake. You always suggested using the Clover bakery for it, right?”

“Right...” (Trey takes your order, but he isn’t smiling about it.)

Later on, he receives an invitation in the mail--an invitation to your wedding. That gnawing sense of unease continues to grow and eat away at him with each passing day.

Finally, Trey can’t take it and ends up venting his frustrations to one of his old classmates and Science Club companion, Rook, over the phone. “I don’t get what’s wrong with me. I should be happy for my friend. Instead, I feel like I just ate Lilia’s... ‘cooking’. It’s strange.”

“Ah, mon amie... It is not strange at all. What you are experiencing is nothing short of love!”

“... Beg pardon?”

Rook talks Trey’s ear off long into the night, pointing out the various little things Trey had never noticed before--how his heart races when he’s with you, how he feels terrible knowing he has grown distant from you, all the time spent together that he cherishes. By the time Rook is done psychoanalyzing him, it’s 5 am, and Trey’s in a daze.

“Okay, okay, you... you’re probably right, but... what good does knowing that do for me now? I’ve realized too late, Rook. The wedding date is already set.”

Trey can’t see the wide smile that unfurls on Rook’s face over the phone. The huntsman only asks for the date and time of the wedding, and for Trey to show up a few hours earlier than its start. “I shall be your marraine fée, Trey-kun!” Rook reassures his friend. “And you, my Cendrillon...! Mark my words, I will see to it that you arrive at the ball at your finest.”

The Crashing

It’s the day of the wedding, and Trey shows up early just as Rook told him to. He’s not sure what he expected, but he certainly didn’t expect to be accosted by Jade and Floyd. Together, the tweels drag him to a spa and dump him into a bath, where Trey is scrubbed and polished until his skin glows.

His flour-dusted apron is exchanged for a beautiful suit and tie, and his makeup is expertly painted on by Rook himself. As the huntsman goes about his work, the twins stand by, snickering to one another as they watch Trey twist in confusion.

“Uh, what’s all of this for?” Trey asks, but Rook tuts and tells him to keep still, or else the eyeliner will apply crooked.

“You must look your best for the wedding crashing, non?”

“Wedding crashing?! Isn’t that a little too extreme of a solution--” He ends up having a coughing fit, for Rook hits his face with a powder puff. “And why are Jade and Floyd here too?!”

“We heard from Umineko-kun that he needed some help busting a party~ Plus, it just seemed like fun!”

“Fufufu... Yes, just as Floyd said, it seemed like fun. That, and... It pains me to see you in such a sorry state, Trey-san. Please, do allow me and my brother to play a role in your happily ever after.”

To Trey’s left is a huntsman in love with the idea of love, and to his right are murderous eels only there to amuse themselves. His stomach lurches, knowing that nothing good can be in store with this formula.

They finish a little late because of their bickering. It’s a race against the clock--the vows have begun, and there’s only so much time left to stop them from being sealed.

When security guards try to stop them from entering late, things get... more aggressive that Trey would have liked. No one dies, but it’s safe to say plenty of guards get squeezed knocked out.

The group bursts into the ceremony with a BAM! (thanks to the twins kicking down the door), drawing all heads to them. Trey mumbles an apology, but he’s cut off by Rook loudly introducing him.

“May I present... Trey Clover.” The huntsman pushes Trey forward, making him stumble towards you.

Your fiancé makes a move to protest, but Jade and Floyd are quick to restrain them (”to keep them from interrupting the ‘romantic’ moment”). Rook stuffs an apple in their mouth to make them quiet.

You stare up at Trey in shock. This was not how you had been hoping to see your best friend on your wedding day.

The Aftermath

“Er... here,” Trey mutters, offering a cherry red food processor to you. “You’re meant to give gifts at a wedding, so I brought you this--even though I’m not here as a guest. This wasn’t exactly my idea, but I got dragged into it anyway.”

You awkwardly take the food processor and ask why he’s here, doing all of this.

He scratches the back of his head and averts his eyes. “... To be honest, I didn’t understand ‘love’ for a long time. I probably still don’t understand it entirely. But if there’s one thing that I do know, it’s that ‘love’ can make even level-headed people do and say crazy things. That’s why I’m here now, crashing this wedding.”

A glance to Rook (giving him two double thumbs up, mouthing, “beauté!”) and the tweels (who seem to be having a little too much fun restraining your groom). Then back to you.

“Oh, and sorry about them. They got... too enthusiastic.”

He shuffles his feet. “I guess what I’m trying to say is... I love you. Your eyes could be grapes, and your veil could be a dish rag, but I’d still love you. That’s what I’m feeling--I was just too dense to realize it before.”

“So... I know this is really late, but...”

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted into a princess-carry. You yelp, and instinctively cling onto Trey for support.

“Sorry, but I’m stealing the bride,” Trey announces to the stunned hall of wedding guests. Gone is his usual smile, replaced instead with a cocky smirk.

“Marvelous!” Rook nearly sheds a tear at the beautiful display.

Floyd lets out a whoop of support. “Ahahah! Umigame-kun’s getting with the program now~” Beside him, Jade chuckles. “My, what a surprising turn of events. We should not have underestimated Trey-san.” (He drives the apple Rook had shoved into the groom’s mouth in even harder, smiling pleasantly as he does so.)

Thanks to that, the groom passes out, which sends the guests into a panic. Some start to move to block the door, others shout for security (which does nothing, since the twins already took them out).

Jade, Rook, and Floyd collectively work to clear the way for Trey (... sometimes having to rough up particularly feisty guests).

And so, the wedding closes with Trey marching out with you in his arms... and a trail of unconscious bodies in his wake.