#im imagining him just going really quiet and then breaking down crying in his arms

[teethburger]

this is way too angsty to ever become canon but if schnozmo ever reunites with papa cosma it's going to be heartbreaking

[bonbonly]

Thinking about Jealous Lewis x secretary reader!

I can just imagine reader getting to close to another male colleague. Maybe them lightly chatting in the break room or something and Lewis just not having it.

Maybe him making her sit under his desk cock warming him with her mouth.

OR maybe not letting her cum for like a week, but using his fuck machine chair (from the one anon you posted) to REALLY edge reader while she tries to work. And just all around keeping her desperate

Idk im just a slut for Lewis🤭

-❄️

❄️ anon you have outdone yourself i am going to be thinking about this for HOURS now

bon's thoughts (18+)

you're on break, eating your sandwich peacefully because your cunt is free from that machine. and in comes an intern who sits down next to you. he's talking about how he's almost done with his undergrad degree, and how he's hoping to get a job here soon permanently. you're smiling at him because he reminds you a lot of yourself when you were his age. young, curious, and... a lot innocent. you're laughing at his jokes, and you don't even know what the time is when a firm knock is heard. you snap your head to the doorway and see your boss, standing there with a glare on his face, arms crossed.

"lunch ended 15 minutes ago, you're late," he says, and then vanishes into the corner. you gulp, waving goodbye to the intern and heading back to your desk.

only to find a stack load of papers that's definitely going to have you working over time and the machine's already on, thrusting up and down, patiently waiting for you to come sit on its glorious cock. you glance out into the hallway to see lewis staring at you with a smirk on his face through the glass walls of his office. sending him a quick frown, you sigh out loud and head to your desk.

you spit on your fingers, rubbing your clit to prepare yourself before seating firmly onto the cock. it's almost routine at this point, and you're choking back moans because lewis has placed it on the highest setting. you grab the papers, and begin to look through the numbers, inputting them into the database on your monitor. work efficiency tests are important, lewis emailed you one day. he wants to make sure his employees can work through anything, whether it be distractions or simply put, cock.

and he's so cheeky about it too, because while you're trying to do your job properly, he's toying with the settings on his phone and he has cameras in every room anyway to make sure his employees are on task (your room is in his favorites tho) and he's watching you squirm and bounce. he edges you for the next 2 hours, and as the employees slowly trickle away one by one, he's turning the settings onto high and immediately turning it to low, making your whines louder as you're struggling to be quiet. you're screaming in frustration, knocking your keyboard onto the ground as you're planting your face onto the wooden desk, screaming about how you hate this and just want someone to fuck you for good. your office phone starts ringing and you grab it, holding it to your ear.

"feeling tired yet?" lewis's voice asks through the phone and your stubborn ass is quick to respond with,

"an employee is never tired when she's working."

to which in turn he giggles and your machine's on once again to the highest setting, which has you moaning out loud, crying tears of frustration. you're bouncing on the machine and you hear lewis on the other side, "no, no, no, stop it right now or i won't let you cum for an entire month."

"please, please, lewis-"

"mr. hamilton."

"mr. hamilton," you say, gritting your teeth because the last thing you could care about is giving him the title he wants, "please let me cum, i really want to cum."

"and why should i? you were more than happy to talk to that intern today," he scoffs, "i think you're good just like this sweetheart. i love hearing you beg for me like this."

"no, no, please... please i can't anymore," and then you scream out loud when he stops the machine altogether, "fuck! no, please, please im begging! im begging you, mr. hamilton, please let me cum, no, no, no, you need to let me cum!"

you hear a satisfied chuckle on the other side of the phone, "come to my office right now." and you're scrambling to his office, your pussy begging for the attention you believe you finally deserve.

but here you are, crying your eyes out as he has you sitting there, extremely still with his cock in your mouth under his desk. he's writing something on a piece of paper, twirling a fancy pen in his hands before he looks down at you and smiles, "how's my favorite secretary feeling?" and you're mumbling out a "horrible what about you" which makes me laugh out loud. he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away your tears, "now you'll think twice about talking to that stupid intern," he smirks, "and no cumming for an entire month." which has you whining and screaming out loud, "ah, ah, ah, don't make me extend it to two months."

that shuts you up real fast. but, hey, at least he promised to give you a raise!

[fantisyoflove]

Relationship Stoplight ~ Neville Longbottom

Relationship stoplight is a level by level relationship imagine post. You decide how far you want to go with the character and keep scrolling until you reach a point you don't want to read about or until you finish the post. (gender neutral reader)

I hope you enjoy!

Friends:

Being friends with Neville includes...

Working on homework together

Talking about plants

Working late in the greenhouse for Professor Sprout

Bringing one another snacks and treats when you spend the weekend looking for plants along the shore of the black lake

Neville likes physical touch and will lean against you when you two stand next to each other. His leg will press against yours when you sit next to each other. And he will loop arms with you while you walk together. He craves the pressure of another person

Sitting in front of the fire Dean and Seamus are on the couch you and Neville on the rug. You are reading over Nevilles essay holding it in one hand while the other cards through Nevilles hair, his head in your lap, eyes closed, and hands folded over his stomach. "You might as well come out and say it" Seamus snaps slamming his book shut. "We are only your bloody friends for crying out loud!" Neville scrunches his face in confusion and looks to you for clarification. You were also startled by this sudden outburst and had dropped Nevilles essay. Seamus looks pointedly between you and Neville before looking at Dean for help. "He is right, you guys can tell us we are happy for you" Dean said. "What are you on about?" Neville asked. Seamus stood throwing his hands up in the air. "You and y/n are going together" you and Neville exchange a glance and then burst out laughing. "We are not together Seamus. We are just friends" you giggle. Dean raises his eyebrows in shock and Seamus looks completely bewildered. "Fine! Don't tell us!" He snaps and sits back down next to Dean.

You love playing with his curls at the nape of his neck. You beg him not to cut his hair.

You both are "shy" and "quiet" so you are often overlooked by your friends and classmates. You use this to your advantage to eavesdropping, gossip, and people watching together.

You are over the moon when he starts dating Ginny. You had been hyping him up to ask her to the ball for weeks!

When she breaks up with him you are there to comfort him and help him move on.

Relationship:

Being fluffy with Neville includes...

Nose boops

Him tucking your hair behind your ear before he kisses you

Pressing your forehead against his

Nuzzling into his neck

He likes to tickle you by blowing on your stomach

Always having to touch you

Having you sit between his legs during quidditch matches, you leaning back against him with his arms over your shoulders holding you close to keep you warm

Wearing his sweaters

Meeting his gran for the first time, she doesn't particularly like you but then again she doesn't really like anyone

"I appreciate you"

"You are the heavens and the earth to me"

"I love you" he whispers against your temple the back of his hand brushing against your cheek and the other holding the small of your back, pushing you against him. Your turn your head to kiss his fingers and whisper back "I love you too"

Neville doesn't bring you flowers but whole potted plants. Once you move in together you get him an aquarium full of live aquatic plants.

"Im so proud of you" you whisper when theh call his name. Neville receives the Herbology award at Hogwarts and is almost to shocked to move. You have to give him a little push off the bench for him to start walking up to recieve it.

Being smutty with Neville includes....

He worships your body

The first time together was silly and awkward but you both giggled and kissed and reassured each other through the whole thing

He loves you on top so he can admire every inch of you

Kissing you from your feet to your nose

He has a wicked tongue

The full definition of "making love" Neville is sweet and giving

You love the little huffs of breath that come from him and when he moans in your ear

You both arnt very risky so each time you both know you have as long as you need to be together

The first few times were quick but once you both learned each other's bodies you were able to make it last at least an hour every time.

Spending all day in bed together was your favorite and in his little house in the country you could walk around naked without any worries of someone seeing you

Your toes curl as you throw your head back chanting "Yes, yes, yes " as you slide up and down on his cock. His large hands firm around your hips helping you bounce up and down. He gasps and you know he is close. You looks down at him, one hand on his chest to balance and the other cupping his cheek. His mouth is slightly open, his breaths heavy. You cum hard, your walls squeezing tight around him, and try your best to keep the rhythm. Neville cums close after you. His hips come off the bed slightly, pressing into you. Finally your body relaxes and you lay on top of him gasping for breath. He lightly traces his fingers across your back, humming with pleasure.

[yumiis]

haiii i was wondering if u could do yumi with bipolar reader. im bipolar and saw u r too 🐞🐞

of course. here you go ml <3

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 six months ; blake

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genre; hurt/comfort

type; imagine

tw + a/n // crying, reader has bipolar 2, medication mentions. this is all solely based on what i have gone through since my diagnosis of bipolar 2. i hope this can help comfort some of you.

read below.

Six long, tiresome months of taking those three stupid, little white pills every night at 9pm sharp. Not to calm your nerves. They were for your bipolar disorder, y'know, your lovely personality disorder. The thing you've lived with for years, but only just recently got a name for.

The day you were diagnosed was the day the puzzle pieces finally snapped into place. You finally knew the reason you'd get these bursts of happiness for a day or so, and then quickly spiral back into your depression hole for another two weeks. Bipolar II causes manic depression, manic episodes, or depressive episodes. You've experienced all three of them. None of them were fun.

Sure, when you were manic, you seemed fun. You were easily excitable, ready to do impulsive things, ready to conquer the world, it seemed. It was your brain searching for any strand of happiness. Searching for anything, searching for any kind of adrenaline. You were not happy, you were not ready to take over the world. You were struggling.

Your boyfriend could notice when you were having a manic episode.

"You okay?"

"Nope!" You'd say, in the happiest voice you could muster.

You got up, shaking your hands, stomping around his bedroom and pacing in circles.

Hey, it's okay. Calm down," He spoke in a more stern voice, trying to get your attention. You stared at him, "Calm down? Calm down?! No! I can't!"

Shortly after that, you'd break down in his arms. You didn't know what was wrong with you. You couldn't keep doing this.

That was the night that he suggested maybe looking into seeing a psychiatrist who could prescribe you some medicine to help with your issues. Once you were in a better state of mind, you warmed up to the idea.

That was six months ago. This is now. These medicines have made you numb. Anyone who spoke to you felt like they were speaking to a stack of bricks. Barely any vocal responses, only nods of the head and occasional "mhm"s.

These days, you mostly stayed in bed, aside the days you had to go to work. The days you had to go to work, your boyfriend drove you. The car rides were quiet aside from the music. Some days you'd be nonverbal before work. You couldn't form words. Couldn't find the strength to talk. Couldn't open your mouth. Sometimes the reason was all three. Blake understood that.

One day though, he tried to start a conversation in the car. "Babe?"

"Mmm?"

"Well uh, first, are you verbal?"

You sighed, "Kinda."

"Okay. Is the medicine even helping you? You seem kinda like a.. a fuckin' husk."

"Don't know. All I know is that I can handle a job now."

Blake sighed. "You really don't even need this job.. I make enough for us both, really, if you need anything you can just ask," You stopped him. You hated the thought of him supplying for you. "No, Blake. I'm not making you buy everything for me. That makes me feel all pitiful and useless."

You pulled up to your shitty retail job.

"I get off at 5," You grabbed your bag, "Love you." He nodded, sighing. "Love you too."

You put on your fake smile for every customer that walked through the front doors, checking them all out with a smile. The words "Have a good day!" were ingrained in your head by five in the afternoon.

You had to stay a few minutes late because of a small rush you had, but it wasn't anything too bad. You clocked out, saying bye to your manager, then walking out the front doors. You spotted your boyfriend's Honda, walking over to it and sitting in the passenger side.

"Hey," He spoke softly, "How was your day?"

You shrugged, "Another day."

He sat up a little, this was progress. You normally just groan in response, he was actually getting an answer.

"... Are you hungry? We could go get dinner or somethin'." He suggested. You tilted your head, thinking. You didn't pack a lunch today, but you really weren't hungry, and you didn't get paid til next week. "No, I'm okay. I brought a kinda big lunch." He smiled, you never bring lunch. "Oh! Okay. That's good then."

That's another thing. One of the medicines demolishes your appetite. You're never hungry, even if your body tells you that you are. You haven't eaten a proper meal in days.

You two make it back home. You go to Blake's room, setting your bag down, and lying in his bed. Blake goes up to Tanner, "Dude, they packed lunch today. That's huge for them, they never eat anymore." Tanner laughed, "What the hell are you on about? They didn't pack shit. They were down here all morning before they had to leave," He paused, taking a bite of his burger. "Never packed shit."

His face dropped. So you hadn't eaten, and you lied. "Oh. Uh, never mind. Ignore my dumbass." Blake went up to his room, seeing you on his bed, scrolling through your phone. "Hey.. What'd you pack for lunch? I'm curious." He asked you, picking your brain.

You panicked for a second. "Oh, uh.. I fixed two sandwiches before I got you to bring me." Blake nodded, "Uh huh," He sat down in his desk chair, "That's kinda funny you say that, 'cause we're out of sandwich meat, and Tanner also said you didn't pack anything this morning."

It was days like those where you felt like your boyfriend would leave you, but he never did. He stuck by your side, always. Even if you told white lies, even if you didn't eat, even if you're on medication, even if you cried in his arms, and even if you god damn hated yourself.

You were lying in his arms, crying into his chest. "Hey, breathe.. Breathe.." He softly spoke, cradling your head in his hands. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'm always gonna help you out, and I'm always fucking here for you. Always."

[tadpoletiddles]

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌

John Dory x Reader Headcanon

☆. ° .•° . ☆.. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *° . ☆. . • ☆°:. *₊ ° . ☆

Even though John Dory was uptight at times, he did enjoy a prank or two. Most of his pranks were harmless, where he'd put something spicy in your food or hide your toothbrush. These were things he would have done with his brothers, of course, that would be if they still were on good terms. However, ever since they split up, he'd been alone, aside from Rhonda. That was until he found you (I'll let you think of your own backstory), and the two of you have been inseparable ever since.

This prank of his would go too far. If he honestly would have taken the time to think it through properly, he would have realized that it wasn't a good idea at all. I mean the Prank was so bad even Rhonda was stressed.

His plan would start by sending you off to get some things so he could have time to set up the scene.  Rhona would be parked in her usual spot so that nothing seemed out of the ordinary until you got up close. There was blood splattered on the ground that led up to Rhonda. You would quickly drop whatever it was that you were holding and rush to Rhonda. The trail continued up her steps, with a smear on the door's handle. Once inside, all was quiet other than your footsteps.

You would be filled with worry and dread, calling out his name cautiously, "J-John?" When you get no answer, things only get worse. Looking around, you could see the smeared bloody hand prints that followed the droplets of blood on the floor. Stumbling across the room, you follow them.

To your horror, you see your lover, John, lying on his side facing away from you. He would try so hard to hold his breath and keep up his play-dead act. But he imagined it would all be worth it when the prank was over.

You'd run to him and fall to your knees on the floor beside him, clutching onto his vest. "No," you would cry out. "No, no, no," you would turn him over. Your heart would shatter into a million pieces when you'd see his 'lifeless' face. The same blood that soaked his clothes would now coat your hands. Peering down at them, you'd begin to get sick.

In a hurry, you'd release him, and run outside. He would hear you gagging and hacking. He decided he would wait until you had got it all out before he broke the truth of the prank. When a few minutes past and everything was quiet again, he would come outside, hoping to surprise you. But, you would be gone.

Now, his heart would drop. Shit, he'd think and rush to find you. He would check all the places he could think to find you. After searching most of them, he was really starting to get scared. It would be at this point that he'd realized the prank was a shit idea.

When he finally does find you, you're curled up under a tree sobbing. The sight of you would break him, just as he'd done to you. "Y/N?" he would call out to you. Your head would whip around, and your eyes would widen. "John?!" you would scuffle up and run to him. He sweeps you up into his arms and squeezes you tight.

"W-what," you'd be so confused for a moment until you realized what he'd done. Then you would be so angry at him for doing something so cruel and scaring you like that. You'd say some things that would be rather harsh, but he would probably deserve them.

He would get down on his knees in front of you and beg fro your forgiveness. He would so definitely burry his face into your stomach, sniffling. then, he'd give you the biggest puppy dog eyes. Anytime he would use that it makes you melt and give into him.

You do forgive him, but on the condition that he never pulls anything like this again. He promises to be done with the pranks for good.

He would spend the evening pampering you. You would be snuggled up into his chest so that he could hold you close.

"Im never going to do that again"

"Im not going anywhere, I promise"

"Im so sorry sweetheart"

He would be such a cuddle bug until he knew for sure you would be okay.

He loves you so much and he realizes he never wants to see you that upset ever again.

[gongyooluvr]

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

--

you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

[f0reversharky]

hate comments - Aj Shabeel

Pairing: Aj Shabeel X Plus sized reader (reader named Ashley)

Summary: Ashley got famous by being in the beta squad and her tik tok account etc..but since she got together with Aj Shabeel she has been getting a lot of hate comments about her body etc..

Warning: body shaming,cursing, SH

"fat""imagine aj dating her""aj deserves better tbh""eat a salad hon""what does aj like abt her so much cuz honestly ""obese""someone take her away from fastfood"

Ashely sat there scrolling thru all the comments she got on her tik tok video and it broke her heart, i mean why are people so rude these days, ashely knew that she shouldnt think about the hate

but she has been thinkinh for days about how she looked and how aj looked i mean there was a huge difference and it made Ashely feel more insecure but she didnt wanna worry anyone so she kept quiet

she had kept quiet for so many months and its honestly breaking her into pieces she has gone quieter then usually and has no appetite anymore

"FOODS HERE" Ashley heard niko yelling from downstairs but she was to lost reading the comments that she didnt even hear aj walking into the bedroom

“Baby?” Ashley snapped out of it and looked at him closing her phone “yes?” she asked looking at him

“U okay?” aj asked with a look of worry, Ashley gave him a nod and a small smile “hm alright come on foods here” aj said grabbing Ashley’s hand

Ashley got up from the bed and walked with aj downstairs and they sat down at the table while everything was placed down already “dig innn” Kenny said

And everyone took they’re food but Ashley just stared at the food swallowing thickly and chunkz looked at her with a confused look “Ashley why u not eating it’s Chinese ur fav”

“Uhm im not really hungry I’ll just save it in the fridge for tomorrow or something” Ashley said nervously and everyone just nodded with a confused look

Aj grabbed Ashley’s hand rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand softly while Ashley just smiled at aj

AFTER DINNER

Ashley was in the bathroom looking in the mirror and pulling onto her stomach and arms while frowning she took her phone and went back to reading the comments

Not realising tears were rolling down her face she put down her phone sniffling quietly so aj wouldn’t hear her she looked around and her eyes landed on something in the shower

A razor she walked towards the shower and picked up the razor and then she walked back infront of the mirror she bit her lip nervously and lifted the razor up against her arm and she made her first cut

She felt relieved when she felt the pain she felt like she deserved it

She quickly started making more cuts and she watched the blood dripping down her arm she loved the pain

Ashley panicked when she heard a knock on the door “uh y-yes?” She asked trying to make her voice sound Norma she heard aj talking “u doing okay in there?”

“Yes I’ll be out in a sec!” Ashley said as she wiped her tears and grabbed a paper towel trying to clean the blood and she threw the paper towel in the trash and put the razor back in the shower and she walked out trying to hide her arm and she walked passed aj

To her closet and picked up a hoodie putting it on quickly “were u crying love?” Aj asked with visible worry again and Ashley shook her head no trying to act confused

“What no that’s ridiculous I just yawned so my eyes teared up you know”

Aj nodded not really believing her but letting it go for now “wanna watch a movie in the cinema room with the other members it’s ur favorite avatar the way of water”

Ashley quickly nodded and she walked with aj to the cinema room and she saw the others sitting there and she also sat down aj sitting next to her and sharky played the movie

everyone watched the movie quietly, aj kissing Ashley’s hand once in a while halfway throught the movie kenny spoke up "ash aren't you hot, its so hot in here"

Ashley just said "no im cold" aj raised his eyebrow as he looked down at ash "you aren't getting sick are you"

ashley quicky shook her head no as she gave Aj a reassuring smile as Aj just gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head

"im gonna go get some popcorn anyone want some?" sharky spoke up and everyone said yes although ashley didnt say anything and Aj gave her a soft nudge saying

"love you want some?"

ashley looked up at aj and muttered quietly "no im okay thanks"

aj gave ash a look with worry but didnt say anything, as everyone was talking waiting for sharky to come back so they can start the movie again

ashley started to feel numb and empty again, "ill be right back" ash said as she quickly stood up and left the cinema and walked upstairs to her room

and then she walked into her bathroom taking her razor from out of the shower she unlocked her phone and started looking at the new youtube video she made with the beta squad

and looked through the comments, she felt her eyes tear up as her hands shaked

"oh Jesus why did you make me like this" ashley muttered to herself as she lifted her sleeve up and put the razor to her arm for the second time of the night

she was about to cut herself until she heard aj his voice from the doorway "love, i need you to put down the razor for me"

ashley froze as she turned to face the doorway and infact Aj was standing there with a tears in his eyes, ashley sobbed as she fell to the ground and Aj quickly walked over to her

Aj sat down on the ground and pulled ashley in his arms, Aj took the razor from ash and threw it somewhere on the ground as he held a sobbing ashley in his arms

"whats going on?" sharky his voice was heard in the doorway where the other members of the beta squad were also standing

Aj didnt explain as he just said "can u bring me some disinfection and some bandages please"

sharky nodded as he quickly left the bathroom leaving the other few beta squad members there with aj and ashley

"baby could u lift both of your sleeves for me please" Aj muttered softly as ashley nodded sobs leaving her mouth as she lifted both of her sleeves

the right side of her arm scattered in scars and cuts, you could hear the gasps coming from the doorway and sharky coming back with some disinfection and some bandages

"thanks" aj said as he took the stuff from sharky and looked down at ashley lifting her head up from his shoulder as she brushed her hair out of her face

"im gonna put some disinfection on ur arm alright it might burn a little love" Aj said softly as ashley nodded and Aj put the disinfection on her arm and then bandaged her arm up

"come on love lets go to your bed" Aj said softly as ash nodded and stood up with the help of aj since her legs were shaky and then walked to her room and sat down on her bed

"we will give u guys some space" chunkz said as aj nodded and gave them a tight lipped smile as a thank you as the members left the room and aj sat down next to ashley "how are u feeling love?"

ashley just shook her head as she stared at the ground with tears running down her face

"take ur time darling" aj whispereds as he held her hand

"i feel so numb Aj, i get so much hate about how i look a-and whenever im alone my thoughts come up and i dont know if i can do this aj"

aj frowned and rubbed the back of ash her hand with his thumb "baby i need you to listen to me very carefully alright, your a child of God, you are his qreation you should be happy and proud, you are such a beautiful person love you are strong and gorguese why would you listen to the haters"

ashley shrugged as she stared down at the ground

aj lifted her chin up with his index finger "Ash, you are beautiful believe me alright, i mean God created you baby you should appreciate his art work"

ashley chuckled softly as she nodded "i know but i know im big but hearing it from other people hurt me you know"

aj nodded quietly "baby how about we go look for a therapist that can help you"

ashley muttered "i guess maybe then i will be more confident"

"i love you ash, dont forget that" aj muttered as he pulled her in a soft kiss

YALL THIS TOOK ME A FEW MONTHS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT AND GOT BACK IN MY WRITING ERA, im not feeling the best rn thats why its sad but God will help me through this rough patch, God bless all of you xx

[jayrxds]

my eyes hurt from so much crying, everything is so quiet i can hear my own heart beating, it feels off it feels like the days when i was so alone again i feel alone and it feels nice but at this moment of time it’s the worst feeling ever, i have no words im just uncontrollably crying, it feels like i got hit in the gut. i feel like i can’t breathe anymore like i feel so weak unable to move, the air is so thick and still. now i have to have to fill this time with anything idk maybe find some new people, try acid again, do shrooms, hang out with my friends, idk i will have to live my life like nothing happened, if someone needs to leave let them leave no matter how much it hurts or however painful it’s going to be, they might have really changed my life but it doesn’t mean we are going to be together, and theses are the worst break ups because we both love each other but if we both love each other than why should we hold each other back from being happy, i love him so i have to let him go, we both grew in different interest, i will miss him i indeed will, to me he was end game.

i’m going to miss the day when i could hear his heart beating when i was falling asleep and when our bodies intertwined on a cold night im gonna to miss it. there was nothing more i wanted than to just drift off in the arms of the one i loved dearest, he must always be my easiest hello but he’s always my hardest goodbye which absolutely sucks ass i’m just a hopeless romantic when it comes down to it.

you let your heart sob in the memories knowing this is the end and my hands are shaking in the worst way imaginable i’m so sorry and i just feel bad, i love him and i just didn’t know how to express it properly, i didn’t know how to communicate with him properly because i felt like a bother to him and i shouldn’t have felt like that, i fucked up on my part a lot. tomorrow i have walk into school and put on a smile and act like nothing happened but completely break down once i get home, work is going to be hard, but i have to mask it and put it down where i can’t feel it idk maybe drown myself in new drugs idk i will find something.

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

[noritoshiikamo]

WE! NEED! KAMO! NORITOSHI! AS! A! FATHER! AU!

hddjjdjdb MAAM I REALLY DO WANT TO WRITE NORITOSHI AS A FATHER but jddjjdjd my nori content dont get much attention and im tad demotivated to write especially on him so djdjdj but enjoy my tiny hc of how i imagine him as a father if i ever write about him again

noritoshi kamo dad thing:

likes the idea of having kids in even number (2,4,6 etc etc) so no one be left behind or ignored

like the idea of having twin

prolly would have 2 girls (itching to have more)

breaking clan norm by having first born female that carries his clan inherited blood manipulation technique

train his kids better than he was trained before, less emotional and physical abuse

prolly a strict but lowkey cool dad vibe

keeps picture of his kids in wallet AND the back of his phone vibez

drives around the neighbourhood just to make the babies sleep

likes to let his kids explore shits like not force them to just master weaponry or jujutsu like go head take an art class his kids prolly take advantage of that by signing up for multiple classes and abandoning but hes rich so its okay

always make it for every moment. archery competition? he’s there. piano performance? he’s coming. gymnastics competition? he’s there. parent-teacher conference? he’s there. daughter for called into principal’s office for beating a kid up? he’s there proudly

accidentally become committee of his kids’ parent-teacher club

his clan can talk shit about him but he would beat them up the moment they talk about his wife or kid

he tied his bangs people he surely knows how to time his kids hair!!! would save tutorials from youtube and practise on his kids hair!!! which lead to:

THE FACT THAT HE WOULD WEAR SCRUNCHIES AROUND HIS WRIST ALONG WITH HIS WATCH!!! KEEP SCRUNCHIES IN HIS CAR!!! JUST RANDOMLY PRODUCE SRUNCHIES WHEN ANYONE ASK FOR HAIR TIES

would spent an hour of his every night in his kids’ room just talking!! even if hes tired and he wont even talk he just listen to his first born talking about how she’s getting good with her bow and how his second born is squeamish with blood. would read stories if asked. sometimes would talk about his day instead while his daughters listen attentively.

“you know,” he said, gently twirling the braided hair between his finger, “it’s okay if you don’t want to do the family thing. i’m not going to force you but i hope you can understand why are you going to be so important to me and our family.” he looked down to the sparkling eyes of his first born, lips pursed and concern in her face. “i-i’m not sure i’ll be good enough.” she said quietly, face slowly warmed up. he smiled, “you’ve always been enough to me and your mother. just, enjoy your life for now okay? it’s okay to be a child first, heiress later. i’m still here to take care of you.” he planted a kiss on her head, gently tucking her into the bed. “you don’t need to grow up too fast okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, his daughter nodded eagerly. he caught her gentle i love you, murmuring his own before heading to the door.

would let his kids have more options on their own lives, he’s there to help financially and emotionally

would use the kids to make his s/o jealous, dropping picture to his s/o at work with the kids with caption “on date without u lol” but would pick his s/o later for lunch with kids to make up

deffo the type who would kiss the scraps on knees, while his s/o calmed the kid down and just heal the wound without the kids knowing and be like look at you all healed, you’re such a strong girl and if the kids just start crying even louder he would take over and they’ll just be quiet in his arms in few minutes

would fall asleep with his kids in arms in random places in the house

could be in conference call on one ear and still holding his youngest in his arms

damn good at colour coordinating with his little family ✨aesthetic noritoshi kamo✨

just overall best dad ever 10/10 i wish i have one am i projecting in this one idk man probably

bonus, just me and my breeding kink talking, nsfw:

ceo of breeding kink™

just his wife round and full with his kids!!!! let him have more kids (responsibly ofc)

if the kids are out he likes to gamble and like to have a quickie in the most public places like she’ll be panicking and like “kids coming home soon” face down on the kitchen counter, tits out and hes just taking his time like the kids not gonna burst in any minute

the hand over mouth, holding tears, legs trembling, whispering “if youre too loud they going to hear” kind of fucking

s/o will definitely 100% get pregnant or he will put her back in her place (on his dick) wink wink

im projecting again can u see it

[zsgia]

ok i thought i was going to write a blurb (to escape from having to do work) but she ended up being a whole IMAGINE and now my brain is fried. i didnt proofread this so ignore the errors pls if there are any

its almost 3am and youre trying to complete a brand book for the company you work for within the next hour because 1. you were exhausted and 2. if you dont get it done, your boss was going to have your head (not really but you cant help catastrophizing sometimes). 

mat had an away game tonight which you couldnt attend or even watch live, not that he minded though. he understood the demands of being the only employee in a start up where you had to juggle different roles. you two havent been together for long but he's been there for you through most, if not all of it. from carrying you to bed whenever he finds you passed out at the dining table and letting you cry in his arms until you calm down after a shitty day at work then proceeding to shower your face with kisses to celebrating even the tiniest achievements. your boss liked the post you designed? he comes home with your favourite takeout and you spend the night watching movies together. he even scribbles little things in your notebook sometimes which you find so endearing. mat's always there for you, just like youre there for him too. it was difficult not to fall in love with him but you were afraid to rush into things so youve kept quiet about your true feelings, a little hesitant to say those three words first. 

the isles had won so mat had a little more energy to stay up on facetime with you. you wouldve been done with your task if not for the last sentence that had to be paraphrased so you came to the conclusion that taking a break and staring at your boyfriends face instead of the forsaken document would be of help. "baby, its late and you have work in a few hours. go to bed soon, yeah? please?" mat pouted and you swore it was the cutest thing ever. "says you. dont you have early practice?" you stuck your tongue out at him that got him chuckling. "i promise i'll sleep right after i figure this out. tell me how your day went." you continued as you sat up, pulling the laptop onto your lap.

even seeing him through the screen made you feel way better than you were. you missed him so much and you couldnt wait until hes back in your arms again (he feels the same way too). you listened as he went on about the game and that the goal he scored was for you which left you feeling a little bad for not tuning in to be honest but all that disappeared when he made a passing comment about what to write for the last bit of your work. "wait, say that again." you frantically typed down whatever mat had said before letting out a sigh of relief. "you literally just saved my life mathew just when i thought i couldnt love you more." it didnt even take a second for you to realize what you just said. your eyes went wide and you quickly slammed your laptop shut. you wouldve thrown it off the bed if it wasnt for your phone ringing: mat was calling. out of all the possible times you couldve told mat that you love him, your brain decided doing it over facetime when hes not physically in front of you was best. you contemplated on answering because what if he thinks youre moving too fast? putting those stupid thoughts aside you tapped on answer and held the phone up to your ear waiting for him to speak. you could literally feel your heart in your throat.

"i love you too, by the way. ive been meaning to tell you for a while now and i had it all planned out i was going to take you out to that place you like when i get back. god i-" he was rambling and you felt yourself falling deeper in love with him. you let out a small giggle, feeling all the anxiety leave your body. "im sorry for ending the call earlier. i wish i told you face to face though." you buried your face into the pillow and groaned in embarrassment. "well, you can tell me again when im back. throw in a a kiss too, maybe ten." rolling your eyes, you could picture the smirk on his face. "you bet i'll do just that, barzal." 

[introloves]

Aone having a FAT crush on a tiny quiet barista at his new favorite cafe, they’ve memorized his order and even makes sure to keep his favorite seat open every morning for him- maybe they go to his school too but they never really talk? They kinda smile at him and wave in the hallways but never talk?

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!!!!! nd bc im me i turned it into smut :( sowwy

— first times + big dick aone, embarrassed abt his size + size kink + brief summary of aone x reader’s relationship before we get to the smut + hard smut towards the end + f! reader

he wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything but you’d know by the way he he’s always mumbling when he gets to the counter, eyes shying away from your own, hands shaky everytime he’d hand you money, 2.25, every morning for his favorite cup of tea.

it’d always take you a couple seconds to put yourself back together, your own shaky hands tenaciously putting together his drink, perhaps making it with extra care.

he’d usually come alone, but on rare days there’d be a couple other faces. one in particular with brown sleek hair, would push him to mumble out words other than, ‘thank you’.

the teasing laughter and bright red coloring to his face was a dead giveaway. you’d only mess with your friends like this if there was crushing involved.

it’d make you burn up at the thought that he had a crush on you, he’s so big and intimidating and at first you’d have your guard up everytime he stepped inside, a looming presence not hard to notice.

but as the days went by, you’d see how much care he’d put into things. he’d take time to clean up his booth, make sure to recycle his cup, and always shyly nod his head towards you in a silent goodbye. on days where he feels especially brave, aone leaves a flower, one that he thinks most closely resembles your beauty.

on those days, when its your turn to clean the tables and you see a single, delicately picked flower, your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

you’d started falling for him before long.

and of course the dating starts shortly after.

you swear you’ve never felt love before him. he’s everything you needed, a nice security in an otherwise tumultuous and very scary world.

he holds you with arms that are twice as thick as yours, could squeeze you tight enough to hurt so very easy, but instead cradles you to sleep with so much care.

hands that work tirelessly, calloused, veiny and wide touch your face with a delicacy that doesn’t come naturally to someone of his size. he works at it, works at making sure he’s careful.

and you appreciate it, you do, but when you see him open jars for you with ease, reach over your head to pluck whatever you need from the top of shelves in stores, pick you up with no groan or strain, it makes your mind wander.

everything with him is so easy, so you don’t know why, when you’re slick between the thighs, throbbing with want for him, he makes it so hard.

he refuses your advances, pulls you off with a sad smile and jumbled words of,

“he’s not ready.” when you can clearly see he’s hard behind his pants.

it makes you cry, wondering if you’re not good enough. was the flustered flirting, kisses, and confession all just a big joke?

your tears break him, he hurriedly explains that it’s him. he won’t hurt you, can’t, refuses to.

“what are you talking about.” you hiccup, whipping away the tears.

“i just...” he sighs, running a palm down his face.

“i’m too big.”

your jaw nearly drops at that. the heat of embarrassment and lick of something hotter burns at your neck and tummy.

you’ve never heard or seen a man shy away because of his size, usually they boast and brag and have very little to boast and brag about.

you tell him it doesn’t matter, you want him. eyes wide and pleading, hoping he doesn’t shy away because you want him so bad.

his resolution is broken, he’s attracted to you after all. but you’re so small, so cute and plush and curvy in all the places he wants to sink his fingers into.

“i’ll be gentle.” he thinks when he finally grabs you, pulling you onto his lap.

he doesn’t miss the way your mouth shuts closed when you feel him, hips giving a small push against him to make sure you aren’t imagining him like this.

the kissing starts, fevered lips painting eachother in spit, shy moans leave the both of you.

foreplay is skipped, you’ve both held back long enough, and you wouldn’t let him anyways.

“not a good idea.” aone mumbles, but you don’t listen. you want him now.

one again you push at his weak spots, everything he does, he does to please you. but you make it seem that it’s quite the opposite, you want what he wants.

and aone is anything but an aroused man with a cute, soft, tiny girlfriend beneath him.

the first meeting of his cockhead against your leaking, twitching hole has him clench his teeth, hand placed heavy over your tummy to still your hips.

“it’s going to hurt.” he reminds you, but you still don’t care.

“i want you.” you breathe, it makes him hiss.

there were many steps you’d both taken together to get where you were.

from the first time he saw you at the café, bustling around with a smile that tugged at his heart, to a couple minutes ago, when you panted wantonly into his ear about how much you fantasized of him burying himself in you to the hilt, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes in is his favorite so far.

he’s not that expirienced, but knows that the growing wetness dripping onto his thighs with every squelch of your pussy as he sinks in is a good sign.

“g-god. nobu, you’re so big.” you chant.

he knows, he warned you.

but it’s not a bad thing, he thinks, because with just a few pumps in, the stretch he gives you, along with hips brushing against your clit, you’re already creaming around him.

he doesn’t blink the whole time you do, zeroed in on the shake of your thighs, fat squishing him against you, pussy equally trying to milk him of his own.

he thinks the best thing to do is to stay still and wait until you’re okay.

aone knows you are when the talk starts back up.

you can see the sweat glisten against his chest, you know he’s holding back, giving you shy thrusts once more.

it’s good, the same shy, tentative thrusts just made you cum so hard you couldn’t hear for a second, but there’s a hint of raw power he’s holding back.

“takanobu.” you call to him with a shaky voice.

he responds with a worried glance.

“use me.”

he looks at you in disbelief,

“n-no. i’ll hurt you.”

your hips rut, swiveling around the very hard cock of him in absolute desperation.

“i want you to hurt me.” you say. and he sees red.

there’s a tinge of fear at the hardened gaze he gives you, he moves you with an ease, making a show to grab your hips in both hands, lifting you off the bed as he kneels down.

he does as he’s told, moving you how he wants, impaling you down on his big cock over and over, watching the soft parts of you jiggle with the intensity of it, meeting the fat of your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. he digs already darkening splotches the shape of his nails into you.

you can do nothing but scream, trying to hold on to the bed so you don’t slam into the creaking headboard. but you don’t really have to worry, even now he makes sure to keep you from moving away from his pounding.

you can’t feel your legs with the second orgasm that takes you, knees lock and pussy once again creaming all over him while he drills into you.

this is what you wanted, your own pleasure being driven by aone. just like everything else, he makes sure to take care of you so good, your cunt numb and fucked open by the time he’s done.

he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, there’s so much.

he finally comes back to you with a noise that sounds apologetic.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off before he can say anything, grabbing his face in both hands with shaky arms thanks to him.

“don’t.” you begin, telling him that it’s okay to not be careful, something he’s always been.

you let him know that with you, he doesn’t have to tip toe, that in the safety the two of your shared, he was free to do everything those who didn’t know him whispered about him. he was allowed to be mean, allowed to use those muscles he’s built, allowed to be scary.

finishing with a kiss to his lips,

you’ve loved him since he left you flowers at work, and you’d still love him even after drilling your pussy into submission.

[jeonfiles]

better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the  Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite,  however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go. 

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?” 

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat. 

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget. 

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You  [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing. 

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.

[harryconcepts]

part 43

harry would be so good when you're on your period 😔 he comes home and you're curled up in a ball on the bed, he says "are you sleeping baby?" in a quiet voice, you groan a little bit and he comes over to investigate and says "is something wrong?" and you say "I got my period, just don't feel good" and he frowns saying "I'm sorry baby, do you need anything?" and you don't look at him, you just reach one arm out behind you to grab at him 😔 he smiles and climbs into bed with you, curling himself around you and putting his hands on your tummy where he knows it's hurting 😔 then he asks what you want for supper and you just shake your head saying "i don't wanna get up" and he says "that's okay we can just order in" and he gets whatever you're in the mood for 😔

i know we always think of harry as being so cool and confident when he's flirty but I'm thinking about him having a crush on you and he's so blushy and nervous to talk to you 🥹 he comes up to you bc his friends hyped him up so much and finally convinced him to, and then he's trying so hard to be confident and his normal self even though he's nearly shaking from how wound up he is 🥹 he tries to say something and ends up stumbling over his words and then he's kicking himself and trying so hard to keep it together, but you just smile gently at him bc you like him a lot too and you nod for him to go on, and he's so so happy you're not shutting him down 🥹 you end up talking and he gets more comfortable with you, he offers to get you another drink when yours is empty 🥹 later that night when he can tell you're ready to leave the party he asks if you maybe want to get some food with him, and he's so excited when you agree right away 🥹 he's such a gentleman for sure and opens all the doors for you, and he holds your hand the whole time 🥹

I unfortunately do not do well in the heat like i get really dizzy and nauseous and get bad headaches but I feel like harry would be so good about that 😔 always taking care of you and making sure you're drinking enough water, sitting down with you when he can tell you're not feeling well, and always reassuring you that he's not upset at all when you need to take a break 😔 and if you do end up getting a headache he gets you home as soon as he can, he brings you medicine and keeps the room dark, then he lays with you and rubs your temples gently to help it feel better 😔

for some reason ankle bracelets are so sexy to me so im imagining harry getting one for you and helping you clasp it on 😌 kissing it afterwards and then giving a few kisses up your leg as he stands up 😌and then when he has your legs over his shoulders later that night he turns his head to press a little kiss to the bracelet 😌

harry would love love love watching your confidence grow 😔 he knows it's a long process and you have good days and bad days, but he's always there with you just trying to give you whatever you need 😔whether that's reassurance that he really loves you or eating snacks with you so you won't be alone or telling you how pretty you look in every outfit you try on, he's just always with you being such a sweet boy 😔 and soon you start wearing clothes that used to make you anxious, trying new styles and wearing things you never thought you'd be confident enough to wear and he's just watching you like 🥹 all the time 😔and when you do have bad days he knows and he's so good about it, as soon as he comes home he can just tell you're not feeling your best before he even talks to you but he knows you'll be needing a little extra love right then so he comes up and gives you a big hug 😔 he can tell you've been crying, but he doesn't say anything about it he just holds you tighter and sways you back and forth gently 😔 he whispers "I'm here for you, whatever you need" and then you look up at him, and your eyes are swollen and your face is stained with tears but he still thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the world 😔 he uses his thumb to brush away a few more tears that slip out and then he leans down to kiss your forehead 😔

harry would love you so much in the morning when you're still sleepy 🥹 your hair is all a mess and your eyes are barely staying open as you shuffle over to him in the kitchen and lean on him 🥹 he wraps his arms around you and says "good morning baby" and you're basically halfway asleep again with your head in his chest 🥹

mmm yes meeting up again on vacation and (not) surprisingly you end up going back to his hotel with him 😌 he's on you as soon as he gets the door closed, going straight for your favorite spots and everywhere he knows will make you weak at the knees 😌 you're clutching his hair while his lips work at your neck and you manage to say "you haven't forgotten, huh?" and he shakes his head saying "could never forget a single thing about you, i know you like the back of my hand" then he sucks harder to leave a pretty little mark 😌 then you say "wanna show me what else you remember?" and he's nodding so fast and he literally picks you up to bring you to the bed bc he just can't wait 😌then he's all "I seem to remember you liked this..." and moves his tongue or fingers a certain way and he's smirking so big when you nearly scream 😌 he says "guess I was right then!" and keeps doing it😌

him taking off your wedding dress and he's getting frustrated bc he's a little tipsy so he's not so coordinated and he's antsy bc he's been watching you all day and you look absolutely gorgeous and you're his wife now and he just wants to get his hands on you 😌 he huffs and says "why the fuck did you pick the dress with five million buttons" and you're jokingly like "oh so now you don't like my dress?" and his eyes immediately go wide and he says "no no, I love the dress, it's a fantastic dress, actually i think you should wear it every single day, and we should get married again" and you're giggling at his rambling as his fingers work as fast as he can make them go, and finally he gets the last part undone and then he's pushing the fabric down your legs and grabbing everywhere he can reach 😌 he says in your ear "I've been waiting all day to have you like this, you know that? now I just wanna please my wife, show her what a good husband I am... gonna let me do that?" and you're nodding so fast, he smirks and slides his fingers down to slip between your legs 😌 he mockingly gasps in your ear and says "you are wet for me, aren't you?" and you're trying not to let him fluster you so you just say "I've been waiting all day too, just like you have" and he says "oh yeah? my pretty wife is needy, isn't she, so why don't we do something about that?" and he pushes you down on the bed 😌

you're standing offstage with your baby, pointing at Harry and saying "look there's daddy! he's right there he didn't go anywhere" and then he looks and sees the two of you and he waves and blows a kiss 🥹 then she calms down a bit and rests her head on your shoulder while she watches him 🥹

harry would be so emo watching you stretch in the morning idk why that concept is so cute to me but he's just staring at you with the biggest heart eyes while you stretch your arms over your head and your legs out in front of you, you let out a big yawn and say "good morning" and he's just like 🥹 yeah good morning 🥹

harry for suuuure loves your tummy 😔 when you're laying down he comes over and lays his head on it, you're so soft and warm and he just loves you 🥹when you're cuddling he always has his hand on your tummy🥹

the first time Harry hits your g spot from actual sex and not just using his fingers all you can do is bury your face in his neck and whimper "I love you" over and over 😌 he holds you tight and says "i love you too baby... gonna cum for me? i know you're close, just let go for me, be a good girl and let go"

no bc cockwarming with Harry is literally the hottest thing in the world... you're trying to move your hips and get him to give you more but he just holds you still and says "not yet baby, have to be patient or you won't get what you want" 😵‍💫

today I'm thinking about being a normal person who somehow lands a date with harry, maybe you had a few mutual friends or something but you don't really know him that well at all and then your friends set you two up bc they all think you'd be cute together and bc they know he has a crush on you even though you have no idea 😋 so you go out for dinner or something and he's suuuuch a gentleman, holding all the doors and pulling out your chair and complimenting you a million times 😌as you're finishing up dessert his face kind of falls when he looks behind you and he says "don't turn around but we've been spotted" trying to keep his voice light and joking but you can tell he's a little upset, your eyes go wide bc you're not used to anything like this, but he just waves one of the waiters over and asks if you two could possibly go out the back door so you don't have to go through the crowd, and he's very polite but very firm because he wants to keep you safe 😔 you kind of sneak out to the car and once you're driving away he's apologizing and saying he feels so bad, you shake your head and say "it's not your fault, not at all" and then you hold his hand the rest of the drive 😔 when he walks you to your door he looks kind of nervous and says "i had a really great time with you tonight, i understand if you don't want to do anything like this again for a while" and he has kind of a sad smile because he really thinks this is the last time he'll be seeing you, but you just look at him confused and say "why wouldn't i want to do this again?" and he's surprised but he says "I mean, most people can go on dates and be afforded a little privacy" and you're quiet for a minute but then you look up and say "well you could come in with me... it's pretty private in there" and he's never agreed to anything faster in his life 😌

and then he comes in, you offer him something to drink and you end up on the couch watching a movie 😌but he's not really watching, he keeps glancing over at you, so finally you look up and say "what?" and he blushes a bit shaking his head and saying "nothing, you're just really pretty" and then you're blushing, saying a quiet thank you 😌 then he takes a deep breath and says "at the risk of completely embarrassing myself, I've always had a little crush on you" and your eyes go wide, you say "really? i didn't think you knew who I was" and he laughs lightly, "of course I know who you are, every time the group gets together you're the first person I look for" and you really can't believe that the guy you've liked since forever apparently feels the same way about you, so you don't say anything but he says "I never thought you'd agree to go out with me, and then i really thought you'd be scared away after dinner earlier... so I guess I'm just saying I'm glad to be here with you" and you manage to get out "yeah, I'm really glad you're here too... and at the risk of embarrassing myself I've always had a crush on you too" and then he's smiling so big, putting his arm around you and pulling you a little closer 😌

then he would start being sneaky and doing all the grocery shopping when you're at work so you can't argue over who's gonna pay for it 😌 you text him and say "stopping for milk on the way home do you need anything" and he answers "don't both i already got it" pretending to just be helpful but really it's bc he wants to pay for stuff without you fighting him on it 😌

hi yeah so harry definitely stares down at where you're connected during sex bc he loves the way he stretches you out

feeling like a whore tn so I'm thinking about telling harry you want him to t*ckle you 🫶🏻 and yes i censored that bc I'm embarrassed 🫶🏻 but not too embarrassed to send you this so here we are 🫶🏻 maybe you're having a little conversation one evening about things you want to try, things that you both like doing, and just discussing your relationship like that, and you decide this is a good time to bring it up so you're pretty nervous but you say "actually there is one thing I've been wanting to ask about for a while..." and he can tell you've been thinking about this for a long time now so he's really happy you feel safe enough with him to bring it up, so he nods and leans closer to look at you and says "of course, you know I'll give you anything you want" and you're blushing but you keep talking "you're going to think it's so weird, like i know it's a little odd, but just keep an open mind ok?" and he's a bit amused saying "I don't think there's really anything that could shock me, baby, give me some credit, and honestly even if it did shock me i would still do it for you" and you nod, taking a deep breath and staring down at your lap when you say "I want you to tickle me" and he doesn't answer right away and you're basically losing it from nerves but when you finally glance up at him he's just smiling a little bit and he says "that's what you were so scared to ask me for?" and you're blushing so hard it hurts but you nod, and he just shakes his head saying "that's really not that weird, it's pretty common actually, so I'm not sure why you're so worked up about this" and you're pretty surprised how well he's handling this, so you say "I don't know, I thought you would think it's strange and not be into it" and he just says "how many times do I have to tell you: i will give you anything you want? if this is something you want to try then we're gonna try it" and he pulls you close so he can hold you 😌

he thanks you for sharing with him and trusting him enough to tell him that 😔 then he doesn't bring it up until a few days later, then he randomly goes "so... that thing we talked about the other day?" and you're already feeling your face heat up bc you knooooow he is going to be a little demon and make you talk about this, but you try to keep your face normal and you nod, he says "did you want to try that sometime soon? maybe today? 😌" not in a pushy way just letting you know he's down for whatever you want 😌 you manage to say "yeah, we could do it today" and he's all "well get over here then 😌" and he's just so ready to give you anything you want 😌 he definitely starts with some kissing first, he wants you to be relaxed and he doesn't want to freak you out by any means so he just does stuff he knows you're comfortable with to get started 😌 he has his hands resting on your sides where he normally has them, but this time it feels a little charged bc you know what he's about to do 😌 he for sure teases you with it, every so often he runs his fingers so lightly over your skin just to feel you shiver but not enough to actually do anything 😌 then he slowly starts to do more, I think he would sit up so he can focus on his fingers and he probably sits on your hips so you can't squirm away 😌

you're already blushing from the way he's looking at you and bc you're in such a vulnerable position, and he has the evilest smile on his face when he says "not even gonna try to fight back?" and you shake your head saying "it's not like i would be able to get very far" and he goes "maybe, but it would still be fun to see you try" and he's so cocky about the whole situation that it just makes you 😵‍💫 then he doesn't waste any more time before he brings his hands down and gets into it 😌 he scrabbles his fingers over your sides and ribs, and immediately you're gasping and trying to arch away but he just follows you wherever you move 😌 he's laughing right along with you because he loves the way your face scrunches up and bc he's just obsessed with your laugh, but he calms his movements down for a moment to say "oooh I'm gonna have fun with this" and then he goes back to it 😌 this time he attacks your shoulders and neck, and like before you keep trying to turn away but since he's on both sides of you that's really not very effective 😌 you're nearly screaming and trying to wiggle away when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, but he shows absolutely no mercy and just goes to town on you 😌

then he decides to try a few different spots at the same time, so he has one hand tickling at your tummy and ribs and and one still up by your neck, and this is when you really lose it 😌 whenever you do manage to look at him he has the biggest smile on his face bc he loooves having you like this and being in control, but mostly because he loves how smiley you are 😔 he can't help but lean in and kiss your cheek since you're just so adorable 😌 you're trying so hard to move away from him and finally one of your hands comes down to grab at his, but he just says "how that's not very nice" and wraps his hand around your wrists to hold them above your head 😌his other hand is still all over you everywhere that he's found is sensitive, not letting up at all, and he's laughing with you and saying stuff like "oh yeah? right there?" whenever he finds a really fun spot 😌 finally you're starting to feel like you can't breathe so you gasp out for him to stop, so he lets go of your arms and moves his hands away, he watches your chest heaviness and how you have your eyes closed and he starts to get a little worried that he went too far, so he says "are you okay? i didn't do too much did i?" and you're shaking your head, you take his hand in yours and hold it over your heart so he can feel how fast it's beating, and you say "no, it was good, you did exactly what i wanted" and he's so relieved, but ofc he can't go 5 minutes without being a pest so he says "you know I'm never going to leave you alone now, right?" and you're blushing again bc you know he most certainly will not 😌

harry leaving for tour and you're both so sad but trying to keep it together because you know being sad won't help anything, so he gives you a good long kiss and then holds your face between his hands and says "I'm gonna miss you so much, my favorite girl" and you're holding his wrist, you say "I'm gonna miss you too" and you can see a few tears in his eyes but he's trying so hard 😔 finally he picks up his bag and heads for the doors, when he's standing in the doorway he looks back and says "I'll be back before you know it, hm? you'll barely even know I'm gone" and you're getting choked up so you just nod and don't say anything 😔 he closes the door behind him and you finally let yourself cry 😔 but then you don't even have a full minute because the door flies back open and he runs to hug you 😔 you're confused and not quite sure what's going on but he's holding you so tight and he says "I can't do it, i can't go without you, I need you to come with me because I can't do it without you" and you're shocked, the idea of this hadn't really come up, at least not in a serious discussion so you say "what about- harry I have a job" and he shakes his head saying "you can quit and I'll take care of you, I'm always gonna take care of you, I need my girl with me no matter what" so you decide you're gonna stay with him, no matter what crazy place he jets off to you'll be by his side 😔

[cdroloisms]

haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

[yunhostinyuyu]

bunny, bunny

pairing: friend!yunho x fem reader

gerne: pwp (im sorry), uni au, friends to friends with benefits

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: when your friend and you ended up in a bed in between each other’s thighs, your friendship was in danger of being disrupted. thankfully, you two came up with a solution…

warnings: cock warming, public play, exhibitionism, grinding, descriptions of past sex scenes, use of pet names, orgasm control? a little praise and a little degrading thrown in too because why not

authors note: this is not proof read and I wrote it at 1am please be kind <3

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It was a summery afternoon, Yunho and you spend it per usual at the park near campus, studying for your final exams. The last rays of sunshine shining though the pine trees that spend shade to the entire space decked in greenery and flowers. It was especially quiet at this time, which was the reason you went there regularly. Yet the specific place in the very back spend and enormous amount of silence that the both of you enjoyed thoroughly.

But despite the breeze that fanned over your legs and arms, your insides were burning. As if someone poured hot chili sauce in your gut, focus not present and the notes you compared and tried to burn into your memory were wasted efforts. The burn inside churning your stomach in all shapes, trying to sit still - but to no avail.

Why? Because your friend right next to you railed you last weekend, and since then acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you. Never had you ever thought of him like that, but ever since it happened, you couldn’t pull your mind off it. It was a thought chain that disrupted every effort to study, reimagining the things that went down in his bed. But anytime you tried to hint at it or even talk about the incident, he avoided it, changed the topic, or even flat out pretended he didn’t know what you were referring to. And it was exhausting. You were even considering forgetting about the whole thing to continue on with your friendship and not to get the mush of sexual fantasies and your blatant neediness between that.

But still, you thought about it. You couldn’t not think about it. Never had anyone… fucked you the way he did.

“I love the way your boobs bounce, the way you clench around me like that- fuck, like that. You feel so snug around my cock, so good bunny. Just for me.”

Panting. Moaning. Maintaining your rhythm. Repeat. He stretched your walls so well, the constant dragging against your velvet walls make you go crazy. Orgasm pending as your legs got more tired, yet trying your best to continue riding your friend.

“Dumb little bunny, getting tired already? Don’t you want to cum?” He teased, seeing and feeling your struggle, releasing a incoherent chain of moans and complaints. His smirk still ever present on his lips, clearly enjoying himself. After a few more attempts on continuing to get your release on him, he rolled over to change your positions, moments before your thigh muscles would have given out.

“Bunny, answer when I ask you something. Do you wanna cum on my dick, huh? I guess you don’t want to then…” he provoked, knowing exactly what he was doing while slowing his movements. “Yun, no! No I wanna cum, please don’t stop, I’m begging you, please please please, I’m just a dumb little bunny. Make me cum, please Yunho. I need-“ he muffled your pleas with his giant hand, pushing his fingers against your tongue while snapping his hips harder then before, sounds of skin slapping filling the room. Crying as he gifted you with your well earned orgasm.

“Snap out of it, Y/N. You’re off somewhere in Dreamland.” his deep voice woke you from the depth of your naughty mind.

“Fuck- Yunho! Don’t startle me like that!” Playfully hitting his arm as you try to compose yourself again and at least pretend to study, so you can find an excuse to get home and take care of the blinding ache that was slowly bubbling up in between your legs.

Yunho got another book out of his backpack, flipping through the pages as he side eyed you again and again. “What did you think about? You’re been really distant today, I’m almost offended.” His voice sounded calm. And yes, he was right, you acted strange - but to your defense, you didn’t know what the late events made you two. Mind rattling without coming to a conclusion, you simply sighed and looked up from your study material. Rolling over from laying on your stomach, to now rest on your back and searching for Yunho’s attention.

“Yunho, I don’t - no I can’t anymore. You idiot make me crazy, all I can think about is you fucking me and I can’t get this image out of my head. And I can’t stand how you keep on pretending it never happened. I hate this so much. I cannot get over it, and you certainly don’t help with your whole spiel.” words hitting him square in the chest, and even while they came out more forceful than you imagined in your head, it seemed to work in your favor… well more or less…

“Bunny, bunny, if you want me to touch you, just tell me. I can tell by the way your thighs rub together…”

“That’s not what I mean Yunho. You’re doing it right now, again! You’re avoiding the issue at hand, and if you don’t man up I’ll leave until you grow a pair of balls.” You shake your head, denying your arousal pooling in favor of getting your point across. His features turned serious for a moment. Closing your eyes in frustration and hiding your face behind your fingers to avoid his stare boring through your skull. But before he said anything, you felt something along your legs-

“You’re too riled up. But let’s talk this though if it bothers you - which it clearly does. But before that-“ his fingers traveled up until they felt the damp material of your panties, moving it to the side to push his own digits in. Mentally cursing at your choice to wear a skirt today of all days. “- let’s relax. Please, just sit up.”

Trying your hardest to keep any signs of newly found ecstasy to yourself, one hand moving in and out of your hole, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you up from your lying position and bring you onto his lap. His chest pressing against your back, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. Whispering, only for you to hear “good bunny, now-“ he pulled his fingers out of you, which contracted a short whine from your end, and despite trying your best to play coy, you failed. Feeling a grin on his face as he continued to work you up. One hand untucking his half-hard member out of his sweatpants. Your mind went blank as you felt him teasing your entrance, hands searching for him to stop.

“Yunho, we’re in public, someone will see us. Please-“ you whine, slowly loosing control of yourself and almost grinding against him, begging for stimulation. Without answering, he slipped inside effortlessly thanks to your arousal that drenched your core. Lewd moans leaving you as his grip found your hips again, holding you close to him, while not giving you a chance to fuck yourself on him.

At this point all the built up composure was thrown out the window and you tried your hardest to get any stimulation from him, which his death grip on you prevented. “Stop clenching, let’s talk.” He commented, not letting up on you. Brows furrowed in confusion while glancing back at him.

“I didn’t expect you to be this needy for me in public. It explains a lot. But in all seriousness…” he started, and despite everything, you could think clear thoughts again, his rough touch comforting you in a way. “Let’s talk it through.”

Deep sighs escaped while chewing on the inside of your cheek. “You know, I don’t know. It was all so awkward since we… you know, did it. I don’t want to loose our friendship but at the same time my mind is filled with you. But not my friend from Uni-Yunho, instead it’s just ‘bunny looks so good doing this and that’-Yunho.” You found it surprisingly easier to talk your mind without having to look into his eyes. But your voice was thin and could break off any moment to turn into whispers.

“I’m- I don’t know what to say, honestly. Did I ever make you feel uncomfortable, or push you to do things you’re not okay with?” He asked out of the blue, and you shook your head vehemently at his question. His grip on your hips let up, feeling that his hold may cause a few bruises, but that was the last of your concerns. “Never. If it did, we would have never gone that far. You know me, I’m quick to reject people when I feel iffy.”

A soft, breathy laugh left him and you felt his warm breath against your neck. “I know. Suppose I’m lucky then.” Hands coming back to lift you off his cock, and you turned around to face him. Slowly sinking back onto him and finding his hands once you bottomed out.

You both were nervous about this, but nonetheless you were determined to get this topic over with, to come to a conclusion. A proper result to see where you both stand at.

“I have a proposal then.“ he spoke, hands leaving yours again to hold you and make you sink onto his boner once again, this time moaning louder than the first time, and a heat crawled up your neck and cheeks. “What if we…“ he guided you up and down, your hands frantically grabbing onto his shirt to deal with the sudden stimulation. Tiny groans tumbling from his lips as well, “Let’s keep this casual. Make it our thing. We don’t have to get caught up with any feelings or attachments. We can simply keep going as friends, and when… you know. We get desperate, we can play with each other.” He suggested while keeping a steady rythym, bucking his hips ever so perfectly, hitting your spots better than anyone before him did.

“Are you suggesting that we- oh fuck! T-that we… become friends with benefits? Mmmh- you sure about this?” trying your hardest to talk properly without drawing too much attention to your situation. Even if any bystander wouldn’t think you were getting off in public, your skirt hiding both of your private regions perfectly. Your sounds and movements would prove anyone otherwise.

Yunho slowly but surely slacked off and stilled his movements while staying snug inside you again. “That’s what I’m saying. You think you can do that?”

In all honesty, this newly found confidence surprised you, but it suited him so well, ever since becoming intimate with him. And having this side of Yunho, alongside a normal friendship, a friendship you cherished and celebrated? Where he still was that funny, yet slightly clumsy and sarcastic person? It seemed like a jackpot.

Breathily, leaning your forehead against his, and nodding at his suggestion. “I can. I want to. I mean, I wanna try this thing with you. Please-“

Suddenly, lips slotting against your own sloppily. Hands touching you everywhere, heavy breathing and panting.

“Let’s take this back to the dorms then, bunny. Be good and I’ll make you cum as much as you want. Sounds good?”

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