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#guess whos the dumbass who called their boss cute to their face#GDKENDLMDOENDJD#and then i told em i was gonna buy them ugly Garfield#<33#neppy nyas#lub this lozer real#we're just dorks together#i also said we should go watch the fnaf movie and he was like no way in hell and then i said what about the mario movie#n he said yeah id go to that one with you#im gonna hold him to that >:33
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a series of catastrophically silly events (àč>ŰâąÌàč) i am screaming and crying and throwing up
#lati speaks#JOE OH YNSMM GODGD I LOVE YOU TOO BUT I REALLY WASN'T EXPECTING THIS HLOLY SHITHG#I TEMPTED HIM WITH MAKEOUT SESSIONS AND HAND HOLDING AND APPARENTLY THATS A GOOD DEAL FOR HIM#oh joe my silly smug cocky man im gonna shake you by the shoulders then kiss you stupid <33#this took a good chunk of my savings but im not really interested in any upcoming character that i've seen so i'm all good for now#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#joe reverse 1999#reverse 1999 joe
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Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I havenât read it yet but I thought I should let you know đđ
awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33
#volta transmissions#SKILLS ARE BACK BABEYYYYYYY!! ehehehehe :] oh i LOVE seeing them come back from just ''??????'' SMILES REALLY HAPPILY#welcome back to the world little ones... oh im so happy to see them... :'] ''You do you softie'' EHEHE... skills interactions :D! yay!!!!!#okay i'll add more liveblogging in the tags as i go probably hkjhg <33 i appreciate you very much birdy <33#''the avant-garde prick is just making shit up again'' HAKJDHKJ... ''You did us proud holding out til the end'' WAH... ENDURANCE... ;O;#WELCOME BACK ENCY SMILES!!! no motorics skills yet though thats to be expected hkjh <3 ency ''you have the facts'' and#empathy ''and the emotions'' HKJGH IS THAT A FACTSFEELINGS SKILLSPOSTING REFERENCE /J lots of voli talking!!! very happy about this <3#VOLITION - ''if we had the logician here...'' ''...'' ''damnit i thought that would work'' HAHAJKSHDSKJH SMILES. HA.#''Punch something. maybe Coach will show up'' HHFKJH... oh my god this makes me so happy... cmon we gotta get the gang back together...#half light!! hello!! my darling!! LETS GO!! ough buT NOT ENOUGH TO GET ARMS BACK NOOUIGHJ MOTORICS WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE BUDDIES???#''try to get eyes back online'' ''come on come on--'' OUGH I LOVE... i love how theyre all supporting each other as they come back online..#TEAMWORK!! CMON LETS GET EVERYONE BACK!! YEAH BOI WE GOT A MOTORICS BACK UP!! HELLO PERCEP! calm down! you need composure in here!!#THE JOYWIRE... OUGH STOP STOP IM SO FOND... VOLI CMON. nooo ourgh takes damage... ''You were really gonna cut me out?'' AWAH... WAHHH!!!!!#ow my heart my HEART. chemi baby my little darling... hugging him kissing his forehead... THERES OUR LOGICIAN HELLO DARLING!!#hkjh trying to cue in interfacing DAMN :'] good metaphor anyway concept it was very well laid. voli keeping track of each of them too hehe#HI DRAMA YAYY! platonic love story! friends!!! ''Neuroplasticity's off the charts.'' ''I'm surprised you know a word that long that isn't-#'''amphetamines''' ''Dextromethorphan asshole'' HAJKSH YOU FUCKING TELL 'EM! YOU'RE NOT E-CHEMISTRY FOR NOTHING!!!#again with trying to get Phys back in hkjhg INLANDDD SMILES HI THERE DREAMER!! Logic just like ''yeah. i hate it here.'' ''have you tried?'#okay this is the 20th tag. hopefully a reblog will be enough to finish out my thoughts but god knows i have so much to say hjhg#esprit: Birdy
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the most important thing abt noah coming out is that the people going 'hehe how does our fav strAIGHT frat boy play that fucking gayass so well??đ±đ±' had to stfuđđ
#its annoying when people do it abt anyone tbh#that was so fucking irritating lmfaoooo#me omw to remind the masses of hets and chronically online 12yr old queers whove never met a gay person irl that we're not a monolithđ€©#it doesnt escape my notice that yall say it more violently the second anyone so much as iMPLIES that they mighy not be straight#'speculating is bad' yes! but shockingly! yelling to the moon + back that them being not straight is impossible is not the best alternative#and perpetuates every dumbass stereotype#im so tired#also if you say hey maybe stop insisting theyre str8 for no reason every 5 seconds for a cheap joke abt the queer character they play#then everyone immediately is frothing at the mouth holding a chainsaw to ur throat#def not indirecting anyone w thisđ#i dont even remember who it was but someone was always putting those stupid noah straightest man in the world jokes on my dash#n i just used to stare at them like holy shit u guys are gonna be shocked when u encounter gay ppl outside of the internet.#my tags ran away from me again#but i hope u guys Hear Me on this shit bc this happens w every celebrity ever#and then ppl turn around and pretend the problem was ppl thinking they might be queer#instead of ppl refusing to believe theyre anything other than straight#anyway.#am a little late to posting abt him i knowđ have been so ia here recently but i saw it when it happened and am vv proud of him#<33 just to get a little of track at the end here#but yeah hes lovely and i wish people who were insisting he was straight would understand him as an examole that gay ppl arent all the same#but they wont cos they immediately turn to going 'omgggg our fav slayqueen i always knew hehehehe he just looks so fruitsalad'#heed my warnings i am a conduit of rage and violence and one day im going to use it on those ppl#oh fuck this was so many tags i am an unrestrained tag menace#a tennis if you will#aha like the game#anyway#byler#(<- it isnt but this is where i was seeing 'Straight Frat Boy Noah could never be gay' posts so.)#(not most of you tho<333 just a few)#right im going back to reading this 700k word fic from another fandom when will i return to tumblr?? who knows. not me
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addition to the fyrus little mermaid au in tags!!
#okay so obviously cyrusâs given name is emrys right?? So heâd probably go by emrys in this scenerio <33#and I canât stop thinking of the kiss the girl scene where theyâre stargazing#aka when eric tries to guess Arielâs name and finds out through the constellationsđ„čđ„čđ„č#the only constellation starting with e is eridanus so idk how you could get emrys from that but oh well !!!!đ«Ą#ALSOâŠ. imagining fort singing wild uncharted waters and Cyrus singing for the first time SHFKDHDJDJ#the HOLD these songs have on me!!!!#and I think itâd be interesting if after the reveal at the end#fort has heard so many myths ab the evil old ones/atlanteans and how they hate humans#and at first he thinks cyrus was just trying to manipulate him (aka a human)#but remembers how cyrus was like around him and the way they bonded so quick and heâs like no! im gonna believe our love/friendship was real#also think itâd be interesting if cyrus and his family were like basically royalty where theyâre from in Atlantis#seeing how James said Cyrusâs family was like the most prestigious/high ranking family#ugh this au slaps so hardđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶#the little mermaid#fyrus#fort fitzgerald#Cyrus rom#revenge of magic#rom
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routledge!reader x rafe, after big john comes back and finds out that both of his kids are dating the camerons, he gets mad, especially at his daughter, cause he thought that she wasn't thinking straight. After a few days, he throws a stupid comment about rafe when they were with the rest of the pogues and reader just snaps at him. pure angst now đ„° she realises that he's never been a good father, only caring about treasures and yells that she wishes he never came back. Then goes to rafe, crying, for comfort đ (i love angst im sorry.)
hold me close
rafe cameron x routledge!reader
warnings: angst, swearing, a kiss, pretty safe !!
authors note: OKAY ik thats trevor n not rafe but erm, weâll pretend bc that pic is what gives the energy for this oneshot. anyway hii, hope u guys enjoy this one. feel free to send any requests guys! n thank u for 1k followers yesterday. ilyasm <33
you sit in the backyard, the soft hum of cicadas filling the warm night air. the pogues are just behind you, laughing and talking in a huddle. it feels good to see them like this againânormal, for once, after everything.
after the chaos of the last year, of treasure hunts, betrayals, and close calls. youâve always tried to stay out of it, letting john b and the others chase after the gold while you lived your life. but eventually, you couldnât stay on the sidelines, not when rafe got involved, not when it became a matter of life and death.
itâs been hard, being stuck between two sides, torn between your brother and your boyfriend. but tonight, you just want peace.
you glance over at your dad, sitting a little ways away from the group, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face. big john routledgeâalive, after these three years. you still canât believe it sometimes.
he looks different, a little more worn, a little rougher around the edges, but the way he carries himself hasnât changed. heâs still larger than life, still full of stories, still your dad. and god, you missed him.
he catches your eye, and for a moment, itâs like nothing has changed. like youâre just a kid again, sitting with your dad, listening to him talk about his crazy ideas, his wild adventures.
âyou know,â he starts, leaning forward, âi remember that time you and john b tried to catch that fish out by the dock, and you both fell in. i swear, i thought i was gonna have to drag you two out myself,â he says, chuckling to himself, shaking his head like the memory is some long-lost treasure of its own.
you smile, even though it feels a little bittersweet. âyeah,â you murmur under your breath.
you pull at a piece of grass by your feet, your fingers absentmindedly tearing at it. youâve waited so long for this momentâfor him to come back, for your family to feel whole again.
but now that heâs here, you donât know what to do with it. you canât shake the feeling that somethingâs changed, that heâs not just the dad you remember, but something else entirely. still, you canât help but feel like the little girl who always looked up to him, who wanted nothing more than to make him proud.
âi never thought weâd see you again,â you mumble, your voice low, barely above a whisper. you donât look up from the grass, your fingers still picking at the blades, but you can feel his gaze on you.
âi never thought iâd be back either,â he admits quietly. âbut i couldnât stop thinking about you two. every day out there . . . i thought about coming home.â
you scoff softly, a bitter smile pulling at your lips, even though you donât mean for it to. âbut you didnât,â you say, barely above a whisper. âyou didnât come back for three years.â
he shifts in his seat, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. âit wasnât that simple, y/n,â he says. âi was trying to protect you. there are dangerous people out there, people who want what weâre after. i couldnât come back until i knew it was safe.â
you nod, but itâs a hollow gesture. youâve heard it all before from other peopleâthe excuses, the treasure, the danger. it always comes back to that.
you glance at your friends, laughing and sharing stories with each other. youâve spent so long trying to push this life aside, to live outside of the mess of treasure hunts and betrayals. but it always pulls you back in.
âyeah, you always did put the treasure first,â you murmur as you face forward again. youâre not even sure if you mean to say it out loud. itâs more to yourself, just a thought thatâs been living in the back of your mind for too long.
âdonât do that.â he leans forward, his voice soft, almost pleading. âi did it for you and john b,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âfor our family. i wanted us to have somethingâsomething big, something that would change everything.â
âyeah, but we didnât need that,â you say, your voice small, but firm. youâre still pulling at the grass, twisting it around your fingers. âwe just needed you.â
he doesnât say anything for a moment. itâs like heâs trying to figure out what to say, but thereâs nothing that can fix the years of distance. nothing that can make up for what you lost when he left.
thereâs a long silence, and for a moment, you think maybe this is as close as youâll ever get to understanding each other. you donât want to fight tonight. you just want to sit with him, to pretend that things could go back to how they were before.
âso,â he starts again, his tone shifting back to playful, like heâs trying to lighten the mood, âyou and john b teaming up with the others to chase down treasure? guess it runs in the family.â
you laugh, but itâs a little forced. âyeah, well, i tried to stay out of it. but . . .â
âbut what?â he presses, leaning forward with a smirk. âgot a little taste of adventure, didnât you?â
you glance up at the marsh, a faint smile on your lips. âsomething like that,â you mutter.
but you donât mention rafe, donât mention how heâs become a part of this tangled mess, how hard itâs been being caught between him and your family. youâve already told your dad the day you reunited a few days ago in barbados. didnât end well that time either. you donât want to ruin the moment, donât want to start another fight.
but, as if the universe is reading your mind, your dad shifts the conversation in a way that makes your stomach drop. âjust promise me,â he says, suddenly serious, âyou wonât let that rafe cameron kid get too close. heâs no good, y/n.â
the words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you just sit there, staring at him. it takes you a second to process what heâs said, to even understand the casual way heâs dismissed rafe, like itâs nothing. like heâs nothing.
âand i hear john bâs with sarah now, too?â his tone shifts, bitter and disapproving. âso now both of my kids are wrapped up with the camerons. hell of a choice you both made.â
you freeze, your stomach tightening. there it is. you knew it was coming, but it still hits you like a punch to the gut. itâs not the first time heâs made a comment about rafe, and you thought you were doing the right thing confessing whatâs changed since you last saw him, but now heâs dragging john b into it, and that makes it worse. so much worse.
âdad,â you start, trying to keep your voice steady, but thereâs an edge to it, a warning. âdonât.â
he shakes his head like youâve said something ridiculous. âno, i am gonna say something. sarah, rafe, theyâre cameronâs kids. ward cameronâs kids. youâre smart enough to know better than to get mixed up with people like him. theyâre bad news. always have been.â
âyeah, but theyâre not like him,â you snap, your voice sharper than you intended. âsarahâs not ward. rafeâs not ward. theyâre not their father.â
he just laughs, but thereâs no humor in it. itâs harsh. âyou really believe that?â he asks, shaking his head again. âtheyâre camerons. itâs in their blood. you think youâre any safer with rafe than you were without me here? because iâm telling you right now, youâre not.â
you stand up, your hands balled into fists at your sides. youâve heard enough. for days now, youâve listened to him make little digs about rafe, about the camerons, and youâve kept your mouth shut. but tonight, itâs too much. you canât keep it in anymore.
âthree years, dad. three years you were gone, chasing your stupid treasure, while we were stuck here. john b and i had to figure it out on our own. so donât stand there and act like you have any right to tell me who i should or shouldnât be with.â
big john looks at you, stunned, like heâs seeing you for the first time. but youâre not done. thereâs too much youâve kept bottled up, and now itâs all spilling out.
âyou care more about that gold than you ever did about us,â you say. âyou care more about treasure than you do about being a father. you donât know anything.â
big johnâs face hardens, his jaw clenching as he stares at you. âi know enough,â he says, his voice cold. âi know who the camerons are.â
âyeah?â you snap, your voice breaking. âwell, maybe if youâd been here, youâd actually know something about me too.â
you turn on your heel, ready to storm off, but the moment you move, you notice it.
the pogues are silent now, all of them watching. sarah, jj, pope, kieâtheyâre still, their conversations dropped as they stand there, wide-eyed and uneasy. john b, though, heâs just sitting there with his can of beer held low in his hands, lips pressed together. you can tell heâs heard it all before. heâs not going to step in because he knows you need to let it out.
youâre just done with it. you take a step forward, ready to leave this backyard and the suffocating tension behind. but something stops you, a feeling gnawing at your chest, pulling you back. you hesitate, turning just enough to glance at your dad over your shoulder.
heâs still staring at you, his expression set like stone, as if heâs waiting for you to say more, to take it all back, maybe. but you wonât. not now.
your voice wavers, but itâs steady enough. âi wish you never came back.â
his face doesnât move, but something flickers in his eyes. you donât wait for him to respond. you turn away for good this time and walk out, leaving the backyard behind.
before you know it, youâre at rafeâs house, your knuckles rapping against the door almost frantically. you pace, glancing down at your phone, watching as the notifications keep comingâtexts from john b, a few from kie, and even jj. they're all asking the same thing: â where are you? â or â are you okay? â
you drag your hand down your face, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. before you can get lost in your thoughts, the door swings open, and there he is.
rafe stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable. he leans against the doorframe for a second, his lips slightly parted, taking you in. you know heâs already pieced together whatâs happened from the voice messages you left on the way over. not that heâs the type to acknowledge it with some grand gesture or comforting words.
he doesnât say anything, but he steps aside without much ceremony. you slip past him and leave your phone in the foyer, tossing it carelessly on the side table as you pass, the pinging of messages finally fading into the background.
you make your way down the hallway, not even sure where youâre going, but your feet carry you to the living room. rafe follows close behind, his presence looming, but not overbearing. his eyes are trained on you, watching as you take in the dimly lit room. thereâs a bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table, a glass next to it, already finished. itâs so rafeâquiet, controlled chaos.
you stop, your breath shaky, your chest tight, and before you can hold it back, everything comes spilling out.
âhe doesnât get it, rafe. he just doesnât fucking get anything,â you start, your voice louder than you intend. you turn to face him, your hands gesturing wildly as you try to make sense of the mess of emotions coursing through you. âi mean, heâs been gone for years, and he comes back, and suddenly he thinks he can just . . . control everything? like he gets to have an opinion about my life after everything heâs done. he doesn't even know me anymore.â
rafes eyes are fixed on you, and heâs listening, letting you get it out. his jaw twitches slightly, but he stays silent, just watching as you unravel in front of him.
âand itâs like . . . itâs like no matter what i do, no matter how hard i try, itâs never enough! not for him, not for john b, not for anyone!â your voice cracks, and you press your palms against your temples, trying to hold yourself together, but the tears are already brimming, threatening to spill over. âi didnât ask for any of this. i didnât ask to be stuck in the middle of all this shit with my family and you and . . . god, itâs too much.â
you turn away from him, your breath coming out in shallow gasps now as you try to steady yourself. but itâs no use. youâre falling apart, and it feels like the weight of everything is finally crushing you.
before you can say another word, rafe steps forward, his arms sliding around you in one swift motion. âalright, alright, câmere,â he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. âcâmon.â
you collapse into him, burying your face into his chest, the tears coming freely now. he holds you tight, his chin resting lightly against the top of your head as his hand rubs slow circles on your back.
rafeâs not one for words, and you donât expect him to be, but thisâthis is enough. the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his arms keep you grounded, itâs enough to make the world stop spinning for just a moment.
you donât say anything else. neither does he. the silence stretches on, but itâs not uncomfortable. for once, you feel like you can breathe.
even though heâs holding you, his mind seems elsewhereâhis jaw clenched, muscles rigid beneath the surface. itâs not hard to guess where his thoughts have drifted, especially after everything you told him in those voice messages.
you can tell heâs upset. not just because youâre upset, but because of what your dad saidâabout him, about his family. his body is stiff as he holds you, and you know him well enough to see the silent anger simmering just beneath the surface. his eyes arenât on you; theyâre somewhere distant, staring past you as if heâs imagining your fatherâs words in his head.
âiâm sorry about what he said, rafe,â you whisper into his chest, feeling the way his breathing shifts, more shallow now, controlled. âhe said something about sarah and john b, too.â
he doesnât respond right away, but you feel his hand pause against your back, fingers pressing a little harder. for a moment, it feels like he might pull away, but instead, he just tightens his grip on you. his silence speaks volumes. rafe is the type to internalize everything, to let it fester until it boils over, but you can feel it nowâthe tension thrumming through his entire body.
âdoesnât matter,â he finally mutters, though you can tell by the way his voice is low, that it does. âitâs nothing i havenât heard before.â
you pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and his eyes flick down to meet yours. theyâre darker than usual, clouded with frustration, but he still tries to soften his expression for you.
âhe doesnât know what heâs talking about,â you say quietly. âhe doesnât know you.â
for a moment, neither of you speaks. rafeâs hand resumes its slow, steady motion against your back, though the tension hasnât fully left his body. you can feel the war going on inside himâthe part of him thatâs angry, defensive, but also the part thatâs trying to be here for you, to let go of his own frustration long enough to comfort you.
âfuck him,â rafe mutters after a long silence, his voice barely above a whisper. âhe doesnât get to talk about you like that. or me.â
thereâs a dangerous edge to his voice now, but you know itâs not directed at you. heâs angry, not just at your dad, but at the situationâthe impossible mess youâve both found yourselves in, caught between your family and his.
âi donât care what he thinks,â you murmur, holding onto him tighter. âiâm here with you. thatâs all that matters.â
he doesnât respond, but his hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers curling gently into your hair as he exhales, long and slow, like heâs finally letting go of whatever was eating at him.
for the first time tonight, the room feels quiet as the two of you stand there, wrapped in each otherâs arms.
youâre gazing up into his eyes, searching for somethingâcomfort, understanding, maybe a little reassurance. your hands find their way up his shoulders, one resting gently on his collarbone while the other slides higher, rubbing the area around his ear and jaw.
âyou know that i love you,â you murmur, your voice soft but steady, as if the confession can dissolve the tension still hanging in the air.
rafe stares down at you, and in that moment, you can see everything in his eyes. heâs never loved anyone more than he loves youâthe way you stood your ground against your own dad tonight, defending yourself and defending him and his family. itâs a vulnerable space, one he doesnât often let himself occupy, but with you, it feels different.
he nods, pressing his lips together as if trying to hold back a flood of emotion. then, with a sudden urgency, he leans down and kisses you deeply. the taste of whiskey lingers on his lips. itâs a kiss that speaks of everything unspoken.
but just as quickly as it begins, he pulls away and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. you close your eyes into the gesture, feeling the warmth of his lips linger against your skin.
rafe goes back to resting his chin on your head, his breath steady as he holds you close again. you breathe in his familiar scent, a mix of sea salt and something distinctly rafe, and let the silence wrap around you like a comforting blanket.
in this moment, nothing else matters. not the fights, not your dadâs harsh words, not the stupid tangled web of family and expectations.
just you and him, together, holding onto each other for as long as you can.
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I NEED MORE FRATBOYS! GETO AND GOJO
âźââ§âș...lunar's note: im being self indulgent and im not sorry at all so enjoy a lil blurbie :33
âźââ§âș...content: fratboys!stsg x fem!reader, mentions of weed use, breeding kink, wet and messy, dirty talk, overstimulation, dumbification, teasing, degradation, mentions of birth control
"aww...satoru, you're gonna break the poor thing."
suguru's soft hand moves to push some of your hair out of your face, a coo leaving him as he watched your eyes try to focus on him. you're just too cute for your own good, looking up at him with those teary eyes while satoru fucks you like a bunny in heat.
poor thing...you wouldn't be walking right for a while after this.
in a weak attempt to comfort you, suguru leans down after taking a hit from the joint hanging loosely from his fingers, blowing the smoke in your face. he knew it wouldn't do much to help your fucked out state, but you just looked so cute when you pouted at him for it.
"goddamn, satoru. you're fucking her like you're trying to get her pregnant," suguru chuckles as he exhales more smoke out of his nose, eyes following as it dissipates in the air. "stop tryna breed the poor thing , y' gonna kill 'im."
the room goes silent and suguru knows he's made a mistake. making such comments around the satoru gojo only ends up with trouble...
satoru looks down at you, eyes wide and wild, almost looking as if they were glowing.
pregnant?
you can't get pregnant, you're on birth control and never miss a pill, it wouldn't take, he thinks with a huff of a laugh.
but...the thought of trying to knock up his darling best friend who's already fucked so dumb does something to satoru. and that's when it clicks in his brain, his mouth dropping open in a little gasp.
"b-breed...i-i'm gonna fuckin' breed you," he whispers, an evil grin breaking out on his face. "hoooh my fuckin' god, baby girl, i'm gonna breed ya all fuckin' night," satoru groans, lifting your legs up over his shoulders as his hips start to move again.
those broken whimpers and whines from you turn to gasps and hiccupped cries as satoru presses even deeper into you, so desperate to make sure you can't feel, smell, taste, or process anything but his cock abusing your insides.
"'t-toru, s'toruuuu," you drool, plush lips parted as moans constantly pour out from you. "d-don' fuck me like that, i-i'm gonna make a mess! s-s'toruuuu!"
suguru can only hope the music from downstairs is loud enough to cover up the sounds you're making that are accompanied by the nasty, squelching sounds of that tight, sloppy cunt gushing the mixture of your slick and suguru's cum.
but...would that be so bad?
if everyone could hear how cute you sound crying out for both of them? knowing that none of them ever have a chance with you? his thick cock twitches a little, the exhibitionist in him clearly liking through that.
"tsk, tsk, tsk...you both are nasty, y'know that?"
suguru leans back down next to you again, able to watch both of your expressions. the way your body trembles from overstimulation, unsure if you want more pleasure or want a break, your hips jerking with each of satoru's deep, unforgiving thrusts.
"ohh, but you could never be a desperate lil' slut like satoru is, could you, sweet angel? look at those tears...poor thing, we're corruptin' you aren't we?"
he reaches out, brushing away some of the tears just to lick it off his thumb. "you can take it, angel girl, you can take 'toru's big, stupid cock in that pretty little cunt."
he's mean, so so mean and unfair. not just to you, but to satoru too. he's barely holding it together, the mixture of the primal need to fuck a baby into you and the heat in his lower belly from suguru's teasing too much for him.
"fuck, f-fuck, baby, wanna fill y'up, wanna give you my kids! i-i'll take such good care of you, y'know that, right," he pants, voice husky and desperate. those baby blue eyes are unusually dark, watching as his cock disappears inside your creamy cunt over'n'over, a pitiful little whine falling from his lips.
"y-yeah, yeah, yeah, imma...i-imma get you nice andâfuck, don' squeeze yetâa-an' round, mama, then we'll propose at graduation s' everyone knows you're me 'n' sugu's, you wan' that, baby?"
oh, that expression your wearing nearly sends him spiraling into insanity. he can practically see those hearts floating in your eyes as you nod almost drunkenly, your hands shakily finding themselves into his hair.
"m-mm! wan' your baby in me, g-gimme a pretty one," you pout, tugging his hair just right. satoru just lets out a crazed laugh, his eyes wide and manic.
oh boy...what did you just agree to?
"y-yeah? h-hehe, yeah? knew you wanted it, knew y'fuckin' wanted it," he groans, smashing your lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss, tongue sliding against yours noisily. "me 'n' sugu gonna take turns breedin' this pussy, mama, 's okay? never gonna be empty, even after y' get that thing removed, gonna have ya full all. day. long."
suguru just chuckles and shakes his head, one of his hands trailing up satoru's spine. the way his hips stutter inside you is adorable.
"mm, that would be nice. the pretty angel feeling out cum sloshing around her pretty tummy all day in class, having to talk to professors while it drips out of her gooey little cunt, getting those panties all messy? mm, sounds like a dream come true,'' suguru purrs, leaning in closer to satoru's ear.
"who knows...maybe if you cum enough, she won't even have t' stop taking her pills...maybe it won't be able to work if you flood her pussy with enough cum."
you keen as you get folded in half, the tip of his cock knocking again something that makes your tummy squeeze. poor satoru, he's got pleased tears in his own eyes now, just suguru's words nearly making him explode inside, his balls aching, needing to empty themselves inside you where all his cum belonged.
"get deep, get real deep in her, satoru, kiss her cervix f'me, pretty boy...'n' make sure you kiss it niiice and deep when you cum, okay? let's see if we can breed her t'night."
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lyla I love what you write!!! I spend most of my nights diving into your tumblr and i never get tired of it!! <33
now im putting my shyness aside but still hiding on anonymous lol to request a yoga/pilates princess reader Ă seventeen gym lime pls?? how they would take advantage of it đźâđš
thank uuu love u
seventeen gym rat line x pilates princess reader
WARNINGS: smut, mentions of toned body, dirty talk, flexibility and strength
seungcheol âfuck, how are you so damn flexible?â seungcheol mutters, watching you bend in ways that make his thighs burn just from looking. pilates isnât his thing; give him weights any day, but the way you move? heâs obsessed. he loves how you can effortlessly hold a position, legs stretched out, hips openâshit that drives him crazy. every time you strut out of the studio in those tight leggings, heâs already planning how heâs gonna have you later. âcâmere,â he pulls you close, hands sliding down to your hips, his lips brushing against your ear. âgonna bend you just like that, baby, but youâll be screaming my name this time.â later, when heâs got you pinned beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, heâs using all that strength to make you tremble. âthis what you wanted, huh? my strong arms holding you down while you canât even think straight?â heâs panting, half from exertion, half from the way youâre squeezing around him.
joshua tries to join you in pilates once, thinking itâs all easy stretchesâwrong. the burn in his abs makes him regret every gym session where he skipped core. but watching you? the way your body moves with such grace, heâs a goner. he canât stop thinking about how itâd feel to have you on top, moving with that same fluidity, every roll of your hips calculated, perfect. âyou really have no idea what you do to me,â he murmurs, pulling you into his lap after your session, his hands sliding up your thighs. âseeing you like that.. itâs fucking hot. now let me show you what it does to me.â heâs not shy about letting you know how you drive him horny, his hands moves to grind your hips on his boner, your legging a thin layer that makes you feel his hard cock.
wooziâs always been focused, disciplined, but pilates tests his patience in a whole new way. âhow is this harder than deadlifting twice my body weight?â he grumbles, struggling to hold a boat pose while you casually chat, barely breaking a sweat. afterward, when heâs got you in a deep arch on the bed, your back nearly bending in half as he thrusts into you, he finally understands the appeal. âthis⊠shit, you look so good like this,â he breathes, eyes locked on your body. the way you stretch to take all of him âall that fucking pilates⊠worth it just to see you like this.â he grips your hips, pulling you even closer, rolling his hips inside you.
mingyuâs the type who thrives on challenges, so when pilates kicks his ass, heâs frustrated. but seeing you in action? itâs like watching a masterpiece. every stretch, every controlled breath, itâs got him all kinds of turned on. especially when youâre wearing those cropped tops that show off your toned body, and your boobsâheâs obsessed. âyouâre gonna kill me with those damn leggings,â he groans, pulling you into his arms the moment you step out of the studio, sweaty and glowing. âcanât stop thinking about how those legs would feel wrapped around my head.â so when he finally gets you in bed, heâs eager to try out all the positions youâve perfected in pilates, his hands roaming your body like heâs trying to memorize every muscle, every curve. âshow me what else you can do, princess.â
hoshi âhow do you make it look so easy?â hoshi grumbles, trying to hold a plank while youâre effortlessly transitioning into some advanced move. heâs competitive, hates losing, but damn, pilates humbles him. every time he struggles, you flash him that teasing smile, and itâs game over. heâs down bad, not just for how you move, but for the confidence you exude. when youâre in those tight shorts, showing off every line of muscle, heâs barely keeping it together. âyou know what iâm thinking, right?â he asks, grabbing you the second you finish your session. âthinking of how good youâd look under me, legs wrapped around my waist, using all that strength to hold on tight. letâs see if you can stay in control when iâm the one making you feel good.â he whispers in your ear, knowing the effect his dirty talk will cause.
chan, when you drag him to pilates, heâs gameâuntil he realizes just how much core strength it actually takes. but damn, does he love watching you. the way you move, the control you have over your body, itâs enough to drive him crazy. and when youâre wearing those tiny shorts, showing off your toned legs? heâs struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. âhow do you make everything look so fucking hot?â he mutters, following you into the locker room after your session, his hands already sliding up your thighs. âyou have no idea how hard it is to focus when youâre looking like that.â later, when youâre tangled up in his sheets, heâs determined to see if all that pilates training has paid off, âletâs see how flexible you really are.â he mumbles to himself.
wonwoo canât deny the way his pulse races when he watches you in pilates, all hot and firm. heâd never admit it, but the thought of you being able to move so fluidly, so powerfully, has him imagining all kinds of things. especially when youâre in those high-waisted leggings, the fabric hugging your curves in a way that leaves little to the imagination. âyou know, you could teach me some moves,â he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out rougher than he intended. âlike how you can stay so damn composed even when youâre about to fall apart.â when youâre in bed, he canât help but test that theory, his hands guiding you into a position that leaves you breathless. âletâs see how long you can hold this one, babe.â
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okay sooo mae i have this idea for emt!marauders! you know how some people have mistaken appendicitis/ruptured appendix for bad period cramps (bc period education is so abysmal). im imagining a reader who thinks theyâre having the worst period pain ever and the marauders are trying to help, but once reader describes their symptoms the boys are like âuhmmm no babes you literally need an organ removed rnâ.
i hope you are having the best day <3 sending you all the good vibes!! <3
Sending good vibes back, thank you lovely <33
cw: stomach pains, mention of hospital/surgery
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠974 words
âShh, I know, baby.âÂ
âYou donât,â you moan bitterly, pushing your face harder into Siriusâ lap and clutching your heating pad to your stomach.Â
âIâyeah, I guess youâre right. Sorry.â He continues to toy with your hair, fingernails scratching lightly at your scalp in an attempt to soothe you. On the other end of the couch by your feet, James watches you with a sad puppy look. Siriusâ hand brushes across your temple, and he makes a sympathetic whining sound. âOh, sweetheart, youâre hot.âÂ
âIt hurts,â you whine in earnest.Â
âDo you want some brownies?â Remus peeks out of the kitchen. âIâm almost done with these, but youâre welcome to some batter if you canât wait.âÂ
You nibble your lip, looking at him apologetically. âI donât think I feel well enough to eat anything.âÂ
Remus gives you a compassionate look and disappears back into the kitchen. Another wave of sudden, sharp pain makes you suck in a breath, curling tighter in on yourself. Sirius coos.Â
âFuck, what did I do to deserve this?â You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to breathe through the pain. âItâs never usually this bad.âÂ
âDoes it hurt in your back, too, angel?â James leans forward, rubbing tentatively at the base of your spine.Â
âNo, notânot this time. Itâs so weird.âÂ
His eyebrows bunch. âWhy donât you at least have some of your tea? That usually helps, doesnât it?âÂ
You press your face into Siriusâ stomach. He palms the back of your head protectively, thumb rubbing the skin by your ear. âHonestly, thank you, but I really donât think I can.Â
âYou should, dove,â says Remus, coming in from the kitchen to crouch by your head. He takes your tea and presses it into your hands, brushing a kiss against your hairline when you take it. âSit up and have a few sips before it gets cold.âÂ
Reluctantly, you do as youâre told, allowing Sirius to help you into a seated position. He pulls you gently into his lap, making sure your heating pad stays situated, and you raise the cup to your lips. James rubs your ankle encouragingly while you drink.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks at your pinched expression.Â
You mash your face into Siriusâ shoulder, ashamed. You feel horribly dramatic. You must have the lowest pain threshold in the whole world. âI canât decide whether to go to the toilet. I feel like I could be sick, but moving makes it hurt worse.âÂ
Remus takes your cup from you, setting it back on the table. Heâs frowning. âMoving makes it worse?âÂ
You nod miserably.Â
He touches his knuckles to your forehead, brows stitching together. âHow long have you been feeling nauseous?âÂ
You make a low, piteous sound. It feels impossible to think clearly with your stomach radiating hurt. âI dunno. I think itâs because of the pain.âÂ
âWas it the same time that the cramps started?âÂ
âI think so.âÂ
âAlright, thanks, sweetheart.â He kisses the space between your brows. âDo you mind if we check on something really quickly?â
You feel your eyebrows furrow. Youâre about to ask what he means when James takes your heating pad, pulling it off of your middle.Â
âJust for a second,â he promises at your distressed expression. âIâm gonna feel your stomach, okay?âÂ
You nod, wanting whatever this is over with so you can get your heating pad back, but when Jamesâ fingers push gently into your lower abdomen, the pain triples. You cry out.Â
âItâs okay,â Sirius coos, holding you tighter to his chest while James backs up to allow you to fold your knees in again. âItâs okay, baby, heâs done.â
âJamie,â Remus asks softly, âwould you get us a bag ready, please?âÂ
You blow air out through your mouth, trying to calm yourself as the pain fades back to the way it was. Sirius pets the back of your head, his other arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. âA bag for what?â you ask weakly.Â
Remus looks at you, his face conveying both apology and tenderness. âWeâre going to go to the hospital,â he says slowly.Â
âWhaâwhy?â You feel immediately frantic. Tears press at your eyes. âI donât want to go anywhere.â Â
âHeâs telling you why, baby, listen.â Sirius kisses your head.Â
âYouâre not having period cramps,â Remus says patiently. âThe good news is, we can fix it. The pain will go away, and youâll be completely fine. But to do that, we need to go to the hospital so you can have your appendix taken out.âÂ
As he explains, Sirius is pressing kiss after kiss into your hair, holding you close and rubbing your back when you get upset. You make your dissent known, but Remus is calm and understanding. He answers your questions honestly, tells you about the procedure, promises theyâll be with you for as long as youâre awake. Before long, James has returned with a backpack of supplies for an overnight stay and your pillow under his arm.Â
He sets them both down on the coffee table. Slips one arm behind your shoulders, another beneath the crooks of your knees.Â
âNo sense in walking when youâre poorly, right angel? Sirius, you can carry her things, yeah?â
Sirius groans as he slings the backpack over his shoulder. âFuck, did you pack all her books?âÂ
âJust the essentials.â James kisses the bridge of your nose. âWouldnât want you getting bored in there. You doing alright?âÂ
âI donât see how it can get worse,â you manage. You know you must look awful, eyes red from withheld tears and face creased with pain. Jamesâ brows hook sympathetically.Â
âAt least youâll feel better in a few hours, yeah?âÂ
âYeah,â Remus answers for you. He sets a palm on top of your head as he moves past you both to get the door. âWeâll have you all fixed up soon, dove.âÂ
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hii!! congrats on 1k! ^^ can i perhaps get 47 + 75 with jungwon? <33
"jungwon, please! it's too much!" you cry out, tears staining your cheeks while your boyfriend relentlessly pounds into your pussy. he has you sitting on top of the bathroom sink in some random person's house, the music from the party downstairs vibrating the walls around you. it's the one thing you try to focus on in order to hang onto your sanity. jungwon has already made you come twice now and he's showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
he watches the spot where your bodies connect carefully, lips parted slightly as he pants with each hardened thrust. his tongue pokes out to swipe along his bottom lip before he looks into your eyes, his own cloudy with determination.
"not stopping," his words come out ragged as he continues to put everything he has into each thrust, "someone else thinks they can fuck you better? im gonna make you come so many times on my cock that you'll never doubt that i'm the only one who can do this to you. only i get to ruin you like this, you hear me?"
"wh-? what are you talking about?" your eyelids are fluttering now and you're desperate to ignore the way your bruised walls clench around him.
"heard some guy talking about you, eye fucking the hell out of you too. said he could probably make you come in less than five minutes," jungwon scoffs, "well i made you come in one minute. and i bet i can do it faster if we were at home." a darkness flicks across his iris's and suddenly he's gripping you even tighter, moving your legs higher up on his waist.
"i want you to scream my name," growling, jungwon grabs your hips and pulls your body in pace to his thrusts, each one harder than the last and it's a miracle you can even understand what he's saying with the way you're so fucked out.
"th-there are people outside this door. you want everyone to know we're having sex?"
"well, this isn't about them now is it?" he grows more aggressively, lips now attached to your collarbone, nipping and sucking on your flesh until pretty little red marks appear.
you try to hold on, you really do. but jungwon lifts you off the counter and holds you against his body, using his upper body strength to bounce you on his cock while he leans against the bathroom wall. the squelching is getting louder as your ability to hang on dissipates.
"fuck! yes! jungwon right there! oh my god jungwon please!" you dig your nails into his shoulders and flex your leg muscles around his waist, his pace still not letting up.
you were doing just fine until suddenly, jungwon's voice drops to a lower register, his tone even and demanding, "that's it baby. tell everyone i'm the only one who can ever make you feel this good."
suddenly, without any warning, you're releasing on his cock once again, his name leaving your lips with a scream that rips through the house right as the music goes silent between changing songs.
for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ⥠masterlist
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pairings. jungkook x bookworm!reader (f)
genres/aus. fluff, established relationship
warnings. jk loves calling reader âsweetheartïżœïżœïżœ, mentions of readerâs anxiety, and a short kiss(makeout?) scene, not proofread!
notes. i actually loved writing the first drabble of jungkook x bookworm!reader and i canât sleep and currently rewatching the twilight movies as im writing this so hereâs this :D likes and reblogs are appreciated <33
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you canât remember when you had told yourself, one more chapter. but apparently itâs been long considering itâs almost three in the morning. the ice in your coffee has melted into a smaller ice cube, so you take a big sip. not wanting the ice to water down the sweet, creamy taste.
coffee late at this hour doesnât affect you no more. you drink it now for the taste more than anything. you can thank school and those tiring days of studying hunched over a table. the amount of energy drinks and coffee youâve consumed should be concerning but you gotta do what you gotta do.
if jungkook was here, he wouldâve had a fit and told you drinking caffeine at this hour is bad for you.
but heâs not. heâs at a late night practice and he told you heâs not sure heâll be able to come over.
you have your two pillows propped up against your headboard, your book nuzzled against your thighs and your stuffed animal under your arm. your bedside lamp creating the perfect lighting for you to see and the perfect atmosphere.
youâre deep into your book, too engrossed in the plot between the love interests that you donât hear keys jingle and a door softly shut and echo in the quiet night of your home.
you still donât hear the soft feet padding towards your bedroom until your door opens, revealing your boyfriend.
he looks as if heâs freshly showered, the ends of his hair are damp and stringy, and his face is bare and cheeks a soft red. thatâs how it looks after he finishes his skincare routine, he must have rushed over here.
he grins when he sees youâre awake and so do you when you see him, placing your bookmark inside and setting it down next to you. you sit up on your knees, eager to touch him and kiss him, realizing again how much you miss him despite seeing him this morning. that was almost 24 hours ago.
but his eyes maneuver to the coffee thatâs condensing, making a puddle on the coaster.
he squints his eyes at you. and it feels almost as if youâve been caught as a child. you lower yourself to sit on the back of your shins.
âhi kookie,â you smile, acting innocent.
âdonât kookie me. how many times have i told you to stop drinking coffee so late, itâs almost three. youâre not gonna sleep.â he tells you again, sternly. reaching behind his neck to take off his crewneck in one swift movement, the shirt underneath scrunches up with the sweater, revealing his abs. and you canât help but ogle while youâre being scolded. you canât blame me.
you frown, âi know, i know. but you know reading and drinking coffee goes hand in hand. i wanted to enjoy reading my book andââ
he moves towards you, placing his knee on the foot of the bed, crawling shortly til he reaches you. his nose brushing yours and his eyes half-lidded. the soft scent of his shampoo and brief smell of mint swallows you, bringing that familiar comfort.
âsweetheart, i know. but caffeine also doesnât mesh well with your anxiety. you know that. itâs fine to drink it once or twice during the day but late at night is a no.â he softly warns, tilting his chin upwards to catch your lips with his.
it was meant to be a quick kiss but your fingers reach to hold his face, tugging him closer to you until youâre lying on your back and heâs on top. his hands placed on both sides of your head, caging you in, straddling you. both your hands trail its way down from his neck down to his chest, stomach and then they find its home at his waist. pulling him down til his front weighs pressure on your sensitive spot.
both of you moan into the kiss, and your sweet sound sends an alert to jungkook. before you both get carried away, he pulls back, kissing you once more before pulling away.
he hums, deliciously. âthough coffee does taste best coming from you.â he gazed at you, eyes shining and lips slightly red. no doubt, you look the same.
âi thought you werenât coming tonight.â you say questioningly, watching him move your book next to your coffee so he can lie underneath the covers with you. once heâs settled in, he has an arm resting behind his head and the other resting around you.
âi wasnât, but i really wanted to sleep with you and i wanna make you breakfast in the morning. i saw a recipe i wanna try.â you hum in response, trying to nuzzle your head deeper into his warmth but his t-shirt is blocking what you want.
you tug at his shirt without saying anything and he understands. he sits up quickly to shrug off the fabric, tossing it across the room to land beside his bag before lying back down, holding you.
he lets out a dramatic sigh, âahh, this is my favorite thing in the world.â turning on his side, you following so youâre both facing each other, legs tangled together.
âi missed you too.â you whispered. he didnât say it but he didnât have to, his answer was enough.
your head nestled underneath his chin and against his chest, you kiss the skin.
âwhat chapter are you on?â he asks, his voice deeper than it was, slumber almost taking over him.
âtwenty-eight, iâm almost done with it.â
he hums. âdid you start the book today?â
he feels you nod. âmy little bookworm.â he coos, scratching your back softly with the tips of his fingers. âgo to sleep, sweetheart.â
and you do.
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đ : YOU CUM FAST W/ STRAY KIDS (reaction) Ö¶ÖąÖž !
content warning. cumming fast, unprotected sex, dirty talk
request: your you coming fast with enhyphen reaction was so good can you do sams for skz plzssss <33
authors note. anyways i hope you like it đ€đ«°đœ!!!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
đ : BANGCHAN Ö¶ÖąÖž !
you're so cute , and sensitive; he knew your pretty little pussy was super sensitive, but this was on a different level , he didn't do anything expect pull his cock out , stroking , your whining for him to hurry made him giggle down at your cute voice â shushing you up with a sweet kiss , pushing into your needy cunt , only to be met with your high pitched moan â the moan you made when you were cumming. "sweet girl , did you just cum?" you covered your face in embarrassment , he stroked your clit with his thumb. "don't hide from me baby." he took your hand away from your hand. "so sensitive pretty girl." he lined his cock back up with your twitching hole.
"that's okay , that means you'll just have to give me another one yeah ?"
đ : LEE KNOW Ö¶ÖąÖž !
gonna tease you about it , even after you're finished â he's a fucking menace. you weren't even sensitive honestly , he just knew what buttons to press , and he loved to tease and this particular night he teased you a bit to much , teasing your clit , not letting you cum over and over , leaving you a already teary mess as he pulled his cock out , slapping it on your clit a few times , and it was just enough times to make you cum right then and there. "you're joking." he laughed. "did you just cum?" you whined. "shut up this is your fault." you ended up , switching leaving him on the button while you slotted your body in between his legs , putting his cock into your mouth , sucking him off until he finished. he still was teasing you as he cleaned you up. "what's so funny?" he shrugged.
"I've fucked you so many times but i didn't know your cunt was that sensitive."
đ : CHANGBIN Ö¶ÖąÖž !
makes him even harder if that's possible , the fact he got you so worked up that you're cumming just from him stretching your cunt out. "you want my cock baby." slapping his fat cock on your cunt , you nodded , biting your lip as he lined up to your hold , holding your waist down as he entered you. "binnie." you moaned, your nails digging into his bicep. "fuck binnie im gonna cum." he cursed feeling you cum around him , your eyes rolling to the back to his head. you felt him grow harder inside of you if that was even possible. "oh fuck , baby." he pulled out , pushing back into your sensitive cunt. "binnie - m'too sensitive."
"you can give me another baby, don't be selfish."
đ : HYUNJIN Ö¶ÖąÖž !
he knew something was different â he knew your body , and he could tell someone was different â you moaned a little too loudly , your legs were shaking more than usual , so he knew , but that didn't stop him from being shocked as you came as soon he as he entered your warm and wet cunt. "fuck princess." he let out a dry laughed. "i knew you were sensitive today , but i wasn't expecting this." he pulled out , slapping his cock on your cunt. "can you take another?" you moaned nodded , moaning as he filled you back up. "there we go." he sighed.
"cum again for me love."
đ : HAN JISUNG Ö¶ÖąÖž !
shocked as fuck because normally he's the one cumming fast , especially when you're riding him â but today you both were just a bit too sensitive , because he could feel himself about to cum prematurely as soon as you sunk down on his , whimper as your cunt swallowed him ; this was expected of him , for him to cum but you would keep going. what you both didn't expect is for you to cum , legs shaking as you held yourself up. "shit yo-you came too." he his voice was shaky as you began to move actually , moaning your name. "wa-wait -fuck- baby slow down. both of you tired as hell , drunk off each other , fucking until you both couldn't take it anymore.
"fuck you are right it is hot watching you cum so fast."
đ : FELIX Ö¶ÖąÖž !
our sunshine boy here will be so confused â like are you okay , you're never that sensitive. was something off today? where you not feeling that good , he would never make you have sex if something was wrong , but you seemed to want him as much as he wanted you , he even skipped foreplay because you both needed each other so much , freeing his cock from it confinements , lining up with your perfect cunt , sighing as he finally entered you. "lix-lixie wait." it happened so fast and before he could pull out you were cumming. "baby are you okay?" he said full of concern. "you've never came so fast." he waited for answer , but instead he was met with you stroking his cock , lining him up with your cunt. "fuck baby , hold up i need â" you whined. "lixie please."
"please fuck me."
đ : SEUNGMIN Ö¶ÖąÖž !
he's gonna be mean as hell , even though he was the one who was edging you for over and hour â like what did his expect? snatching his fingers away from your needy cunt , laughing as you whined from the sudden lost , slapping your swollen cunt. "fucking slut, so needy for my dick." he freed his cock from his pants , stroking his cock , slamming into your waiting cunt without warning. "seung-seungmin." you tried to warn him , but it was too late , you had already came before he even started moving. "did you just fucking cum?" you whimpered. "i-im sorry." he pulled out slapping your sensitive cunt over and over until you were screaming his name, legs shaking from overstimulation. he wasted no time slamming back into you.
"you wanna cum slut, you're gonna keep fucking cumming."
đ : JEONGIN Ö¶ÖąÖž !
shocked as fuck â how did you even do that? he didn't even move? why was that so hot? he's confused and turned on all in one. "fuck jeongin." you moaned as he circled your clit , sliding back in. "sh-shit you came just from me putting it in." he groaned. "you like my cock that much?" he smirked. "love it so much." you whimpered. "please more." he pulled out, slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed as he kept going , fucking you through your prematurely orgams. "innie."
"take my cock , i want you to cum until i tell you to stop."
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I finished watching the new spiderverse movie- Im OBBSESED with miles M, Miguel and hobie tbh.
Sooo.. if itâs not a problem, could you write hcâs for either miles m, hobie or Miguel please? :)) itâs fine if you donât want to, I really do not mind <33
Luv youu <3
Miles Morales, Miguel OâHara, Hobie Brown
Relationship Headcanons
How about some relationship headcanons for all of them?
Miles Morales
Heâs so sweet when you guys are dating. He doesnât have much to any experience when it comes to dating, so heâs kinda basing it all off of media heâs watched or read, and from what heâs seen between his parents.
He brings you cheesy gifts on your anniversary, like flowers or those really big teddy bears thatâs holding a big plush heart. Hed also go out of his way to get your favorite cake or dessert, and if you donât like sweets, hed get you something else.
He loves kissing, Miles would do that thing where he lifts one of his legs when you kiss, like in the cartoons. The best way to distract him is to kiss his cheeks or lean over and kiss him on the lips. It always makes him lose his train of thought, and makes him cover his face and giggle.
Miles loves holding your hand, you two can always be caught holding hands in one way. Be it by intertwining your fingers, or just locking pinkies when you walk. Its one of the best ways to help ground Miles when heâs stressed, since just feeling you hold his hand helps him focus on something other than stress.
His parents love you, since you are nice and respectful, and never refer to them by their first names, and you make Miles so happy. Theyâve seen how mushy Miles gets, and he almost has hearts above his head when he talks about you, so theyâre happy that heâs happy.
Miguel OâHara
Miguel is a little more subtle and quiet about his love for you. Heâs a pretty jaded guy, and has a deep fear of losing you. So, when you guys start dating, he might be kinda standoffish or scared of getting close to you, since he fears he would love you too much or somehow scare you away.
Shows his love in quieter ways, like bringing you your favorite drink or letting you lean against his shoulder when you are tired. It would take a while before he would cuddle you back or kiss you on the lips, but Miguel would always kiss you on the forehead or the top of your head.
Is a little insecure about his fangs or claws, since they come right out of the bottom of his fingers and donât act like normal claws. When he sees you donât mind though, it helps lighten the insecurity a bit and after a while hed grow comfortable, and would stop hiding them.
When he feels completely safe and secure in your guyâs relationship, you see a whole new side of him. Heâs such a secret cuddlebug its insane. Look at him and tell me he isnât touch starved. And now that he has you, there will be no way for you to escape his strong arms. Donât get it mixed up though, heâs the little spoon and cuddled against your chest, not you against his.
He always kisses you like you mean the world and the stars to him, like its gonna be your last. This is because a small part of his brain is still constantly scared he will lose you, or that heâs gonna die on missions. Because of these fears he might need some hugs and kisses after missions.
Hobie Brown
Hobie is an easygoing guy, so he wouldnât make the biggest thing out of you two dating. So, if you are one for big displays of affection of devotion, he wouldnât be your guy. He likes to keep his love more subtle and on the quiet side, just for you two and no one else.
Would still bring you small gifts, like his guitar picks or a cool shirt or jacket he made for you. He loves when you wear his clothes and will wear yours too if possible. The moment you agreed to date him you pretty much signed up for him raiding your closet for anything he likes. And he probably looks better wearing it than you ever did too.
Isnât a mushy guy, but still likes to cuddle as much as the next guy. Doesnât care about being big or little spoon, just wants to get close to you, especially after a long and stressful day, or if youâve ever gotten hurt in one way or another. Because dating Hobie would probably end up with you getting hurt every now and then, but dating Hobie also means you know how to defend yourself too.
Hobie is the kind of guy to start wearing a chain with a lock on it when you two get serious, itâs the most visible he is with his love for you. Heâs also extremely loyal, no one could even catch a smidge of his attention with you around, so you would never have to worry about him cheating.
Writes songs for you and about you, they can get a little cringy sometimes, but you love them anyways. He would also just make up songs on the spot when you guys are doing stuff. Like about how much he loves your hair, or your outfit, or how you smell good today.
#male reader#miles morales#hobie brown#Miguel OâHara#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#miles morales x reader#miles morales x male reader#miles morales headcanon#miles morales imagine#hobie brown imagine#hobie brown headcanon#hobie brown x male reader#hobie brown x reader#Miguel OâHara imagine#Miguel OâHara headcanon#Miguel OâHara x male reader#Miguel OâHara x reader#spiderverse imagine#spiderverse x reader#spiderverse x male reader#spiderverse headcanon#across the spiderverse x reader#across the spiderverse x male reader#across the spiderverse headcanon#across the spiderverse imagine#marvel imagine#marvel headcanon#marvel x male reader#marvel x reader
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Your first lesson in riding
Cowboy minotaur my beloved<33
TW: nothin! i just love minotaurs and this has been sittin in my drafts for like months. forgive me if the dialogue isn't the best, im not used to writing it
In an attempt to get a fresh start on life, you and a really close friend had recently moved to a new small town in the south thinking it'd be the perfect place. And after a long first day at work, you decided to go to the local bar, wanting to let loose a bit after the stress of moving and your job.Â
Standing at the bar, you rest your crossed arms on the wood, ordering a drink. Keeping to yourself because, let's be honest, none of us have the confidence to ever go up to anyone, only to hear someone come up and stand next to you. Flicking your eyes over to see who it is and being graced with the sight of a big, burly, minotaur. His brown short furred body ripples with muscles still visible even through his shirt, shaggy hair slightly covering his eyes, white hat sitting on his head nuzzled between his big sharp horns.Â
"Oh... oh he's fuckin' pretty" is all you can think as you stare unabashedly at the man. After a second he feels your gaze and turns slightly to face your direction, the both of you locking eyes. Blushing hard you quickly rip your gaze from him, mentally crying that you no longer get to drool over his Herculean body, a Greek tragedy indeed, but you're far too embarrassed at being caught to try again.
He huffs out a laugh though his cute cow snout at your reaction, the gold bull ring shining in the fairly dim lighting.Â
"You must not be from 'roun here, haven't seen you before. Names Mason." He growls out softly, staring down at his drink, a smile on his lips. It takes you a second to understand what he said, your mind lagging like my old ass computer. Turning to him you give him your name then answer him, "I just moved here bout a week ago." You respond, downing your shot, hoping it'll give you some courage, but all it does is burn your throat. He takes a slow sip of his own drink, setting it down, and facing you, "Pretty name for a pretty girl."Â
Turning around to lean your back against the wood, you tease him, laughing, "Bit generic." All while trying to ignore that, generic or not, it still made you feel a few butterflies.Â
He chuckles, moving to stand in front of you, "Sorry, darlin', I don't get to flirt much with women." You raise your eyebrows slightly at that comment, clearly not believing he doesn't get attention.Â
"Mhmmm'' You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. "What? M'bein' serious! I mean sure, they come up to me, but 'm rarely interested enough to actually hold a conversation." He defends, raising his hands and chuckling. "Oh? Well lucky me, being deemed worthy of your presence," you tease. He nods, leaning over you to grab his drink and take a sip while looking down at you, jokingly humming in agreement.
The tension is thick in the air as you stare at him, lips slightly parted. Without taking the time to actually think about your next move, you raise yourself on your tiptoes, just managing to reach the brim of his hat and pull it off. Placing it on top of your own, you grin up at him.Â
He takes a deep breath turning his head to the side and clicking his tongue quietly, just barely managing to contain himself at how damn good you look wearing his hat.Â
"You done got me riled, sweetheart. You can't be waltzin' around wearin' a cowboy's hat like that. Gonna give folks the wrong idea."
"Mm, and why is that?"
"There's some old sayin about if you wear a cowboy's hat, you gotta go home wit' 'im. Means nothin' to me, but, everything gets exaggerated and rumors spread like a wildfire in a small town like this." He warns, but that only fuels you more, "What if I want that?" You purr in a low tone, grinning as you run the pad of your thumb on the brim of the hat.
"Fuckin' tease," He growls in response. "You really want that?"
"M'wearin' your hat, aren't I?"
He takes you by the hand, leading you outside to his truck. It's extremely stupid to get in the car with a stranger but you do it anyway, he's just too good to give up. You do send your friend a quick text explaining the situation and give her your location, so at least you weren't completely defenseless.
If anyone were to ask you what his house looks like you'd have no answer, the both of you were far too busy messily kissing to notice literally anything around you. Kicking the door shut and throwing you down on the bed, he starts to slowly undress you. All except the hat.
He spreads your thighs apart, squeezing them while kissing up and down the inner part, leaving little bite marks in his wake, teasing his tongue just around your cunt.
"Stop teasin'!" You whine, bucking your hips slightly, furrowing your brow and pouting. "Yes Ma'am," he lazily salutes, before burying his tongue deep inside your cunt, moaning into your pussy at how good you taste. The vibrations make your eyes roll back, your leg kicking slowly in pleasure. He keeps intense eye contact with you as he laps at your pussy, sloppily making out with your cunt. Flicking his tongue on your clit, he slowly pushes one of his thick fingers inside, beginning to stretch you out.
Three fingers deep, you cum all over his hands and face, your thighs shaking as you pull his hair harshly and scream his name. That only encourages him to go faster, sucking on your clit til you push his head away.
He gives you a cocky grin, licking his fingers clean and giving you one more kiss on your thigh. Tapping your ass twice, he pants, "C'mon, baby, wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Up." Still shaking slightly, you get on you knees, throwing your leg over his body to straddle him.
Groaning as you grind down on him, his fingers press into your skin, leaving little indents on your hips. You lift off of him for a moment to pop the tip in before slowly sinking down on his massive cock, whimpering at the stretch. Stopping half way to catch your breath, he rubs little circles on your skin to soothe you, "You're doin' such a damn good job, darlin', real proud of yah."
He continues to praise you as you begin to take the rest of him. Cautiously, you begin to ride his cock, moaning as he hits every single spot deep inside you. "M-mason! Fuck, so deep!" You rest both of your hands on his chest, using them to help you bounce up and down, whining each time his dick slams deeper into you, tears already beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.
He groans, throwing his head back and slapping your ass, moaning out more praise, loving to watch you keen at his words. After a while he notices your thighs trembling and starts helping you lift your hips. "G-gonna cum!" You choke out, he grabs your face, forcing you to look down into his eyes.
"Don't you dare look away." Mason growls, your body forces you to listen, trying your hardest not to let your eyes roll back as you clamp down on your cock, milking him for all he's worth. He holds your hips still as he rams up into you, filling you up with his hot cum.
You collapse onto the bed, the both of you sweaty and panting, Mason reaches over, hooking his arm over your waist and pulling you into his chest, putting his head atop your own.
You're never giving this man up.
#ik the dialogue isnt good shhhhut the fuck up about it#anyways#smth about country guys saying ma'am#oh#oh it gets me#darlin' too#is the hat rule and actual thing?#fuck if i know#fuck if i care#ill write it anyways#do i remember how to properly format dialogue?#no#but that will do little to stop me#minotaur#monster x human#monster x reader#monster x you#monster x female#monster fucking#monster guy#monster lover#monster boy#monster fucker#monster#monsterfucker#monster fuqqer#terat0#terat0philliac#terato#teratophillia
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calling skz clingy headcanons ⊠ot8
Paring⊠ot8 x reader
Words⊠3,578
Genre ⊠hurt and comfort
Warnings ⊠reader blows up at the boys a few times, mild cussing I think, hyunjin is lowkey toxic in this but the reader is more toxic, honestly all of our boys are pretty dramatic lmao, they keep getting lazier and lazierđ, I fucking hate y/n in this like fr I'm gonna kick her sorry little ass, seungmins is... suggestive...dirty talk and fingering only for like one line, so is hans lmao all happy endings because I am not sadistic... or realistic
Taglist ⊠@thetoastghost222, @ur-fav-lvr
A/N ⊠honestly this is my super random chaotic thoughts I had at 2am bc I was really hating the way I was writing a love lived between the stars and the sea so I wanted to take a small break and clear my pallet I hope you all like it even though it lowkey sucks lmao <33
Also im lowkey fucking with making headcannons this is kinda fun...
~cookiecreates đȘ
chan
I feel like Chan would be the most emotionally mature about the whole thing, especially when he sees the storm brewing in your eyes before you even spit those venomous words.
"Fuck Chris, do you have to be so clingy all the time?" You shout, your mouth curling in a disgusted sneer.Â
You've never flinched away from him like that, never been so mean-
He's first hurt then he sees it-
There are cracks in your demeanor; large gashes in your heart; he could read you like an open book; the stories your soul wished to tell resided in your glassy eyes.
Hurt people hurt people.
You didn't think he was clingy; no, you loved his touch. You were simply overwhelmed, overflowing with so many simmering feelingsâhis love did not have room to shimmy through.
So he makes room-
He tilts your chin up with a sincere voice and asks, "What's the real reason why you are shutting me out?"
The unadulterated dedication in his words leaves you in shambles.Â
Chan would tear open his heart before your eyes just to prove that there are openings for your soul to pour all your pain into him.
and he would still find a way not to spill a drop
"Itâs so hard,â you sob. âThey told me you were too good for me, that I wasnât enough. They said I should shut you out, run away before I got too attached. I had to make you hate me so that I could never weigh you down again."
Chan is fuming.
He wants to ask who said that? He wants to ask where they live? He wants to ask if you want to witness their destruction? He wants to ask if he should use a knife or a gun?
But instead, he says, âDarling, you would have more luck breaking the bounds of the moon than untangling the way you are threaded into my soul."
what. the. fuck.
Chan the next William Shakespeare up in here
...was this based on something I wrote for my new series...yes. am I ashamed... no.
I'm a hopeless romantic who wants to marry a poet.
Sue me.
You never thought the apocalypse would be so rewarding, because you are reeling, spinning out of orbit, a meteor spit out into space, hurling towards unknown destructionâdestruction that tasted like fresh morning dew.
Chan was perfect.
what the fuck were you thinking?
He holds you through the night, chasing away the whistling of the cold winter wind, his warm arms creating a home around your heart.
lee know
do not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever call Lee Know clingy unless you are willing to dedicate your life into creating the next wheel of time because after you plant the seed in his head, he will blossom a garden of newfound insecurities.
"Can you please not be so clingy right now? I'm having a really bad headache," you whisper through the thick fog clouding your brain; you have been living with a red hot rod skewed through the back of your brain all day. You didn't mean to say the word clingy, but it is futile to search a thesaurus from a blurry page, and right now the world seems to be nothing more than a piece of abstract art.
He just wanted to hold you and you call him clingy??
To others, the sentence would be like water rolling off their backs, but to him, it was a ragged shard of glass stabbed straight into his chest.
Lee Know is extremely inexperienced in the world of intimacy, often clumsy with his actionsâhesitant with his words, so why would you say such a thing?
Knowing how insecure he is??
You would only ever say it if you meant it fully and completely??
Honestly, in his head, he would be lowkey, really dramatic, but he's so beyond hurt, feeling like you're just picking at a gaping wound.
like I said, dramatic.
justified. yes.
dramatic... also yes.
I am a firm believer that his tough-guy act is only that.
an act.
He was pretending like he didn't care what you said, but when he gets into the other room, it takes everything in him not to shatter into a million different pieces, feeling so overwhelmed with how many emotions are coursing through him.
No matter how much you apologize after that, no matter how much you prove what you said was nothing more than your head foggy and in pain, it still will take lifetimes for that scar to fade.
and he will only ever get over it with a million reassurances and a thousand conversations
which you are willing to do as long as he needs it
changbin
Honestly, I dont really have a clue with this one, but I am definitely leaning towards him being more like Chan in the emotional mature way he handles it, but instead of comforting you at the drop of a hat, he just leaves the room and lets you stew on your sorrows.
"Your so clingy," you groan, shoving his arm off; rolling your eyes as the mattress shifts with his weight. You just want to be left alone. You weren't sad. You weren't mad. You were just tired and did not want to be touched.
In perspective, could you have handled it better? Yes, but what can you do now? I'm going to punch this bitch in the face I swear I hate y/n and I'm creating her
He's first very confused, then the hurt hits like a falling star crashing into his chest.
What do you mean he's clingy??
"Fine," he states, still dizzy from the utter whiplash you were giving him.
like what the hell?
Sleeps on the couch that night (bad idea don't do this)
He stews about it far past the dreams in his head
That is, until you trudge out of your bed in the morning with red-rimmed eyes and a face filled with regret.
After a shitty nights sleep without the heat of your boyfriend's arms, you realized very quickly what it would feel like if you were to never feel it again, and all of a sudden, you never want to be left alone like ever again.
The grudge he was previously trying to hold drained out of him, and in that instance, he jumps up, pulling you into his arms.
He is very quick to forgive you, when you voice your reason for snapping at him, was nothing but compressed frustrations manifested into the wrong source.
hyunjin
hyunjin. hyunjin. hyunjin.
I feel like in a fit of both hurt and the toxic trait of self-isolation, he would be petty and stay at the boy's house for a few days.
He had tried to give you a good morning kiss that day, but you were stressed and late for work, rushing to put on your clothes. The way he whined about wanting to be touched ground your gears beyond belief. You got stuck in your shirt, which was too tight after you shrunk it in the dryer, and your firm has yet to give you another one. Hyunjin's flighty hands wrapped around your waist, trying to help you untangle yourself from the mess of fabric, only for the button to get caught in your hair, pain ripping through your scalp.
"Stop it hyunjin!" you shout, attempting to unthread the way your hair has meshed into the slits of the button. "You're so fuckin' clingy."
It was all a messâyour heap of shifting fabric and jerking limbs, hair sticking up at every angle. His heart was crushed somewhere in a pulp on the floor in front of him.
He just wanted to help...
Your red-hot anger quickly bled into a tightening anxiety that pulled underneath your ribs as you imagined the look on your boss's face when you came in disheveled and late.
"I just wanted to help," Hyunjin sniffles, bouncing his eyes around the room, filling with tears. You heartlessly roll your eyes.
"Here come the waterworks," your voice is steady, flaming with annoyance mixed with a sickening tilt of mockery. His jaw drops.
you're being so mean
His ears burn when you glare at him, disgusted by the tears streaming down his cheeks. He desperately wipes his emotions away with the back of his hand, suddenly embarrassed to even be showing you the cracks in his soul.
He runs away, like, quite literally runs out the door, sprinting to his car and driving straight to the group's house, collapsing in a fit of sobs in Chan's arms.
He stays there for a good 3 days, ignoring all your calls and texts.
No matter how much it hurts his heart not to talk to you, he shuts you out in a weak attempt to show you what it would be like to live without him.
But this tactic is short-lived when you arrive at the boys' house, snot sobbing into his chest.
"i-im so sorry," you repeat over and over and over into his skin, hoping the further you dig into his chest, the closer the words will hit his heart.Â
He's not going to lie; no matter how much you cry, a little bit of pettiness will still stay during the conversation, a small scar of his hurt dictating his choices.
"Why didn't you come home? I thought we were over?"
"I thought that asking to sleep in the same bed as you would be too clingy"
Your heart cracks. He sees it, immediately regretting all his words.
"I'm sorry!" he yelps, pulling your head straight into his chest again.
You shake your head remorsefully, "No, I deserved that."
Even though so much of him still wants to be petty, his love for you trumps the feeling.
(I'm not forgiving you though wtf)
han (this one is long asf)
Han is freaking out.
I mean like the devil's bony hand gripping at the base of his spine, stale breath wafting down the skin of his neck type of freaking the fuck out.
You had a job that required you to go on-site, on-call often, like Hanâsâthatâs why you were so understanding about his busy schedule; yours was just as bad.
Today was a nightmare. Your coworker, the devil in disguise, didn't show up for the presentation she had created, and since she threw you under the bus saying you helped her (you didn't), you were forced to come in and present it.
Leaving Han at the restaurant waiting for you to arrive-
You forgot-
It was debatably the biggest presentation of the year, showing off her new design to multiple new investors, and yet your phone kept buzzing.
You told Han this was important
You never sent the message
You don't think you have ever seen your boss so furious
From Han's point of view, he's been sitting here for 2 hours, and you are still not here.
There are so many scenarios flying around in his headâ
Are you okay?
Did you stand him up?
Are you breaking up with him?
Did you get kidnapped??
Han got tunnel vision when he was scared, his restless brain shooting out dire scenarios faster than he could decipher the impossibility of them. It was overwhelming. The walls were closing in on him. Nowhere in the world was safe. His head was swimming, the room was spinning, the earth was popping through space.
He keeps texting and calling and voice mailing. The icy anxiety crystallizing in the pit of his core turns his fingers brittle, creaking as he jams them into his phone screen.
He can't breathe.
Too many possibilities.
Untill-
Your boss got fed up with your phone ringing, screaming at you to go answer it since it was clearly more important than your job.
he was a prick
You answer it, the heat of your building anger curdling a deadly brew inside your soul. Without looking at the 200+ messages Han had sent you, you answer the 50th call of the day, immediately hissing into the speaker, "Do you know what you just did, Han? I got yelled at by my boss in the middle of a presentation because your clingy ass canât exist without constantly needing my attention for more than 5 minutes. Stop texting me." Your finger smashes the end call button before unruffling your skirt and walking right back into the room.
Han feels like he might just melt straight into the seats, the way his whole body burns.
The whole world stops for a moment, the earth bleeding down the walls, swirling into pools of muddy color. He was sinking, lungs filling with the ink of a million different sweltering elements.
He ruins everything.
He was so wholly overwhelmed he could barely crawl into his car, desperately gripping the steering wheel while the earth collapsed in on him.
He ruins everything.
It's almost impossible to get to his house the way his tears blur the road.
(that's actually fr dangerous don't drive while crying)
He ruins everything.
He doesn't cry when you walk through the door.
He doesn't touch you when you run to him, standing over him, huddled on the floor.
He doesn't breathe as you cry over his body, twinkling in and out of consciousness.
He ruins everything.
Your makeup runs down your cheeks as you try to shake him awake.
He fainted in the kitchen. It wasn't uncommon when he was alone during his panic attacks, the anxiety ripping harsh bouts of oxygen from his lungs.
You squish his cheeks together, forcing his lips into a pout, shoving your faces together, pouring unadulterated passion into his system.
He short c i r c u i t s.
"I'm so sorry," you sob against his lips. "I didn't mean to be so mean. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just stressed, and I thought I sent the message telling you not to text me, and I didn't. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Your voice is high and wet, pushing his mouth deeper into yours.
It would be sceintifically impossible for your lips to get any closer-
and yet his tries.
He pulls your trembling body into his lap, fireworks exploding from the ashes where your words had lain.
"So you don't think I'm clingy?" His voice cracks, fresh tears collecting on the outer corners of his eyes. You have never shaken your head so adamantly in your whole life.
"No, never, never ever."
"Then come here."
You two have never been so close before in your life, hearts tangling in your chests as he presses your body into his.
You were going to prove just how much you loved his touch.
:D
felix
Oh Felix, my kind sweethearted boy that deserves nothing less than prince treatment. Heâs so kind, even though heâs so hurt. Heâs actually scared heâs annoying you, so he makes himself more distant so he doesnât bother you.
""Fuck, Felix, can you not see I am clearly just trying to relax? I mean, you donât always have to be up my ass all the time," you snap, curling back up into the sheets Felix ripped off. You were exhaustedâthere was no excuse; you were just really tired. Felix, being the loving boyfriend he is, wanted to hold you while you slept, but of course, you being the dumb idiot you are, shouted at him.
are you stupid like fr cause like THE LEE FELIX WANTS TO HOLD YOU AND YOU SHOO HIM AWAY
you deserve federal prison
Felix is so many synonyms for destroyed that it should be physically impossible to still be alive with a heart that lies shattered in the pit of his stomach.
Felix doesnt know how to feel sad, angry, hurt, upest, embarrassed.
He just clenches his jaw, trying to keep his bottom lip from trembling.
Felix has always been secretly self-conscious about the way he expresses his love toward people, often being very touchy-feely. He understands that this isnât everybody's favorite thing and how it can get fairly annoying.
Heâs already so terrified youâre going to leave him; he overanalyzes every interaction.
But this interaction did not need to be analyzed to know what you meant. You were very direct about that.
The way your venomous words attached to his stomach, pumping him with poison that swirled his stomach sick.
You donât apologize when you wake up, not believing you need to justify yourself. He was being clingy, and you had every right to express your opinion about it.
im going to punch this bitch in the face
As surprising as this is, he actually doesnât cry about it. He doesnât cry about it because he is so worried that him crying about it would annoy you, so he would rather let his sadness seep into the back of his brain than show you emotions that could potentially turn you off.
Like I said, destructively kind.
He really takes what you said to heart, trying his best not to give you any skinship unless itâs to guide you through a crowded room or pull you away from the bustling activity of the road, holding your hand until you get to your destination.
He actually feels like he canât function without your touch, but he muscles through it, relishing in the small actions he can get.
He tries to show his love in other little things that arenât physical touch. It gets to the point where he is so deep in his head he shies away when you try to initiate skinship, terrified heâs going to get back into the habit of the joy of touching you and make himself seem annoying again.
Heâs so beyond scared of being a nuisance.
Itâs been two weeks with this flighty physical touch, and it all finally starts to click when you notice his smile isnât nearly as bright anymore and some of the stars in his eyes have faded away.
"I want you to be clingy again, please, please, please. I mean, cling wrap, Kola. If you ever think youâre being too clingy, please hug me a little tighter. Iâm an idiot, a complete and utter moron. Really, I should be evaluated on why I am even able to exist in society."
His heart literally bursts so relieved he can finally touch you again.
He gives you the most dopamine-coddling, brain-boggling cuddles known to mankind that night.
Your skin is so close together it feels like there isnât a part of your body Felix doesnât occupy.
He has created a home in your heart that no other man will ever stay, where he will rest until the day you fade away.
seungmin
Oh bro is pissed
"You're so clingy," you deadpan as his arms wrap around your waist. You had seen a stupid TikTok prank on your For You page and had the brilliant idea to try it on your boyfriend. But the way his whole body tenses against your skin, muscles rippling underneath your fingertips, you know you are so beyond fucked. "What did you just say to me, baby?"
well you just signed your death certificate
So many ideas brewing in that beautiful head of his-
Like, your ass will be red, your stomach will be painted, your mouth will be filled, and you will be descending into the grave. Like all the rest are lovey-dovey 'Iâm sorrys,' noâyour sorry will be told on your knees.
He will edge you intill you are teetering on the ledge of oblivion
"You want to cum, baby?" He's so condescending, easily lifting your waist from the sheets, his sticky fingers creating bruises when he pins your legs down to gain more access to ruthlessly abuse your g-spot.
"Yes, Yes, Yes, please," you beg, body trembling on the bed, large qaukes of pleasure rushing through your bones as his mean fingers plunge into your messy cunt.
"But that would be too clingy wouldn't it?"
oh how i want his fingers
(this one is really short bc i hate writing smut but i feel like this would be smutty)
jeongin
I honestly have no clue. I feel like heâd be more confused than anything because, like, me?
clingy?
mf I barely touch you?
Honestly, kind of annoyed more than sadâlike pissed that as soon as he wants to touch you, you think he's clingy. But he's like Chan in the fact that he sees past your words and into the anger brewing in your eyes, allowing both you and him to cool off before he says something he will regret.
He just walks out of the room and lets you calm down.
I am also a firm believer that this man is healthy as hell.
He could tell that his heart was starting to beat a little too hard and his head was getting a little too fuzzy with all the raging words he wanted to say. But instead, he just walks away and lets you calm down, then talks to you about it before you go to bed because he is also an extremely firm believer in the fact that you should NEVER go to bed angry.
this one is shorter bc like I'm lowkey running out of motivation and ideas
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đŠč pairing â bf!seungmin x reader
đŠč word count â 1.5k+
đŠč warnings â hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst, veeeery small misunderstanding, pet names of babe and baby, seungmin had a bad day and accidentally released it on reader đżđđ»đđ»
a/n â result of sentences formed on multiple of 3 am-s (also posting this at 3 am), hope you enjoyyy <33 oh and there may be a few like undercase letters lolol we'll see if i am willing to find them
You were resting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. As soon as you heard the sound of keys jangling, you immediately got up and opened the door before he could even try to unlock it.
You were standing there, waiting for him to come in, but he judt stared at you as if not expecting to see you. "You're here," he said, his face full of signs of exasperation, tired after a long day at work.
"Am i not supposed to?" You joked, raising your eyebrows. but he just muttered a 'nevermind' before walking past you. "Long day?" you asked, attempting to make conversation with him, in hopes that it could distract him from the tiredness.
"Yeah. Think im gonna shower then take a nap," You had made a joke then, about him getting old and acting like an old man, attempting to lighten his mood. "Whatever," he replied to your jokes, making his way to his bedroom and you followed.
"Ah, come on. Old man can't take a joke anymore?" You giggled, poking at his sides when he just stopped in his tracks and turned to you.
"Can you just stop? I'm already having a bad enough day so you can you please stop bothering me?" He snapped, eyes tired but also glaring at you at the same time.
You were shook by the slight raise and edge to his voice so you couldn't really think of anything to reply to him. A few moments passed with you just staring at him and him you.
"Why are you even here," You heard Seungmin mutter before turning away from you, closing the bedroom door and leaving you alone.
"Right," you said to yourself. "Why am i even here?" it wasn't unusual for you to appear at Seungmin's house at random times, and he even made a spare key for you. But that didn't mean you could just come whenever you wanted to.
You gathered your things and got out of the house to drive yourself home. You weren't mad at him, far from it even. Of course you weren't, you didn't have the right to be.
You were more worried about what he said though. Were you really bothering him? Should you just stop going to his house unannounced again? You probably should. He probably just gave you a key just in case he lost his.
When you got home, you immediately started an assignment that was put on hold for quite long, hoping that it could distract you. It seemed seungmin had wanted some distance and space, so you were set on working on it until he reached out so you'd know when it was okay between you.
ËâËËâąÂ°.
You were typing away on your laptop, earphones plugged in, slightly bobbing your head to the song playing, when you heard a knock on the door. You yelled, allowing your housemate to come in. Except it wasn't her, and when you turned back you were surprised to see your boyfriend with a frown on his face.
"Min?" You paused the song and took off your earphones, turning around to your boyfriend directly behind you. "Min, what are you doing here?"
"Why didn't you answer my texts?" He asked, ignoring your question. he looked absolutely tired, you wondered if he even got to sleep before coming here.
"Texts? My phone..." You looked around the desk you were working on, searching for your phone, discovering that it was on your bed. So you walked over to pick it up to check your notifications but the screen remained dark as you pressed the power button. "Ah... my battery ran out," You lightly chuckled, looking at Seungmin.
"Why didn't you charge your phone then?" He asked, his facial expression serious. It almost scared you how serious he looked, worrying if he had texted you about something important.
"I didn't notice my battery was low... and i was using my laptop for work, so i didn't check," You gestured to the laptop sitting on the desk. "Did you have something important to tell me? I'm so sorry Min, for not being there, I-" Your words were cut off when seungmin just pulled you in for a hug. You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist.
"So you're not ignoring me?" He asked. Usually, you were the one who had to reach up slightly to hug him since he always insisted on seeing you on the tip of your toes. But this time it was him who lowered his body, tucking his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Min, why would i ignore you?" You asked, genuinely curious as to how he had come to that thought. Then he sighed, as if relieved his worries were only what-ifs afterall. You started to rub his back then, and he had started to give in to your body warmth, almost letting his whole weight fall into your care.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did."
You racked your brains for a while, honestly having forgotten about what happened back at his house.
"Oh, that? You don't need to apologize, Min. You were tired, I understand."
"No, it was unreasonable. I shouldn't have let my tiredness out on you," He insisted.
"Then it's fine, I forgive you," you replied, to which he silently thanked you by placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, still not breaking the hug. "But... do you really think so?" He hummed, questioning what you meant. "Do i really bother you?" he slowly pulled away, looking at your face.
"I won't get mad or upset Min, i promise. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable because of me. So just tell me what you feel, and I'll act on it, I promise." You said, holding his hands in yours, affirming him that whatever his reply was, you were going to be fine and it won't cause even a slight damage to the relationship, if that was what he was worried about.
He only looked at you then, eyes darting from your left eye to the right, back and forth, mouth a bit downturned, and you were starting to get afraid that what you said made him upset when he cradled your left cheek in his hand.
"You're so good to me," he muttered, frown slightly deepening. "No, i didn't mean it, I don't know why I said that," he threw his head back and blew from his mouth, like he always did when he was about to but didn't want to cry.
He hugged you again pressing his nose even more into the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowing at his efforts to not cry. "I'm so sorry babe. You'd never be a bother to me, never. I- I love it when you wait for me to come home, I always do, but today I just- Today was so hard that I just-" He choked on his own breath so you pat his back, trying to get him to calm down. After gaining a steady breathing again, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"Well... A bit, but I knew you would never say that without a reason. My sweet boy would never," You chuckled, your hands patting his head, your fingers going through his hair.
He pulled away, meeting your eyes. "I'm so sorry," His eyes were slightly red, the bags under his eyes more prominent now you were seeing them upclose.
"Don't cry, Min, it's okay," You wiped the tears stained on his cheeks, caressing his under eyes. "Did you get any sleep? You look tired, my poor baby," You coo, trying to lighten the mood.
He shook his head. "I couldn't. Was thinking of you," Your heart ached at his soft eyes looking at yours like a puppy lost.
"Oh baby," He leaned into your hand that was cradling his cheek. "Should we get some now? Hm?" When he nodded, you continued, "You go lay down first, I'll go turn off my laptop."
As soon as you reached the bed, Seungmin took you in his arms, your head resting on his chest while one of his hands was on your waist, the other in your hair. Yours were wrapped tightly around his waist, melting into his warm embrace, contrast to your cold skin.
Suddenly he took one of your hands, his thumb caressing the back of it. "Thank you, Y/n, for always thinking of me... I love you."
You raised your head to look at him. "I love you too, Min." You pecked his lips, smiling softly, before laying your head atop his chest again. "Now sleep. Who should I look at after this if you really do turn into an old man?"
He lightly chuckled, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head, as you slowly drift into sleep, hand in hand.
Seungmin wanted to show you how in love with you he was. Everything about you he adored and cherished and he was always on the verge of combusting from how much love for you he contains. Maybe someday that day will come, but for now he'll slowly take small steps into making that moment come true.
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