#im very soft for him being not perfect and talking to himself or to his corner to find ways to turn the game around

[halfdeadwallfly]

fighting to hold myself back from saying i love you every time he says something that reminds me of it

[sinnerista]

I ran here to check up on yall and I’m glad we are all doing ok…. 🫠🫠🫠

[sleepyhoon]

✰ pairing. — emo!hs x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayal (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!hs, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and hs are both 18+, minors dni. very cliche shit. reader doesn’t know much abt sex tbh.

✰ synopsis. — Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of, "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ a/n. revamping this from my bts acc with heeseung this time bc im absolutely obsessed with this couple and need them to exist in every possible universe :P revamping part 2 as we speak and ill post in a few days hehe

✰ perm taglist. @intromortal @aanniikkaa @meetletsinmontauk @lovelyyf @right-person-wrong-time

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Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him.

Lee Chaeryeong isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Heeseung is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Heeseung very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible.

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Chaeryeong for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him.

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Chaeryeong, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Chaeryeong delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Chaeryeong knows Heeseung won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Chaeryeong if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Heeseung's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Heeseung stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Chaeryeong is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Heeseung to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Heeseung interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you.

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister.

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Heeseung definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Heeseung hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway.

So you leave.

You tell Chaeryeong you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Chaeryeong posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Heeseung posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Heeseung farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Heeseung responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Heeseung's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him.

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Chaeryeong brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Heeseung on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Heeseung's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Chaeryeong (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco.

Heeseung was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Heeseung finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Chaeryeong moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Chaeryeong for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Chaeryeong about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Chaeryeong has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Chaeryeong. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Chaeryeong looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Chaeryeong has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Chaeryeong even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Chaeryeong would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen.

"Thirsty?" Chaeryeong questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Chaeryeong pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Chaeryeong suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did.

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Heeseung. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Chaeryeong's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Chaeryeong towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning."

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Chaeryeong squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Chaeryeong throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Heeseung steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Chaeryeong's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Heeseung looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Chaeryeong, you wait with her in the hallway until Heeseung arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Chaeryeong protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Chaeryeong is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Heeseung says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Chaeryeong glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Heeseung, takes a deep breath, then agrees.

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Chaeryeong to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Heeseung scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Chaeryeong nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Heeseung is your brother, anyway.

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Chaeryeong mumbles, barely able to look Heeseung in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Chaeryeong glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Heeseung flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Chaeryeong shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Heeseung's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Chaeryeong asks the exact question you had.

Heeseung shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Chaeryeong exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Chaeryeong questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Heeseung says he's taking the two of you home. Chaeryeong, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Chaeryeong is really good at getting what she wants, or if Heeseung was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Heeseung scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Heeseung! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Heeseung just referred to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Heeseung had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

—

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Chaeryeong has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Chaeryeong," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Chaeryeong is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Heeseung's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Chaeryeong gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling.

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Chaeryeong snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Heeseung? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Chaeryeong gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Heeseung's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Chaeryeong shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Heeseung.

You go to respond, but Heeseung, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Chaeryeong opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Heeseung calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Chaeryeong more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Chaeryeong and Heeseung bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Heeseung even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it.

Heeseung parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Chaeryeong questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Heeseung turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Chaeryeong points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Heeseung had in her.

You turn to go, but Heeseung's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Heeseung shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Heeseung because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Chaeryeong, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Chaeryeong shushes you, gesturing that Heeseung is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Heeseung genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Heeseung resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Heeseung humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Chaeryeong was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Sunghoon, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Heeseung does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Heeseung. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Heeseung, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Chaeryeong get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Chaeryeong is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice.

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Chaeryeong clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Heeseung strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend.

Chaeryeong wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Chaeryeong makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Chaeryeong bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Heeseung's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body.

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Chaeryeong wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Chaeryeong if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Heeseung directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Heeseung's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted.

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Heeseung raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Heeseung looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Heeseung asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Heeseung on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another.

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap.

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Heeseung can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger.

"Heeseung…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Heeseung doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you.

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Heeseung makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Heeseung is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym.

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Heeseung.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Heeseung catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Heeseung was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Heeseung must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Heeseung nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking.

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Heeseung picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Heeseung finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Heeseung in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Chaeryeong will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Heeseung awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest.

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Heeseung reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty.

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Heeseung had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to?

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Chaeryeong you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Lee sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Chaeryeong finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

[simpjaes]

rimming enha and them just taking it im so hornyygfeww

this wasn't what u asked for but im feral rn so here is hyung line + ass eating. warnings: ASS EATING [my specialty]!!!!!!!!!

☆ jay:

jay would fight you at first, but he's very aware that you have far more energy to win the fight considering he spends all day every day being the perfect man for you. wouldn't take that much to have him giving in either, but he'd be nervous. Probably pulls away at the first lick or touch of his hole ;o; definitely wouldn't let you near it unless he's showered and double checked it in the mirror either. his moans tho, when he realizes how good it feels....oh boy. soft little gasps into his arm while he covers his face, feeling more vulnerable than usual bc he's so used to being the one eating you out. eventually he'd probably shyly ask for it, like "babe, remember when you..." and you[me] would be like "SAY NO MORE" while throwing his legs up in the air and holding those cheeks open with a grip that god himself couldn't tear away.

★ jake:

The type to spread his cheeks for you with both hands and look back at you with sparkly tired eyes. idk, i think you guys are aware of how i feel about jake and how biased i am towards eating his ass. he'd constantly stay cleaned up and groomed too just in case, because he's always going to ask you for it. Definitely loves when you lick the mixture of your own slick + his huge loads of cum off of it too. He would make you stay on it if you're on top, waiting for the mess to drip all the way back between his cheeks, then ask you to lick it :D and you would, because you're both nasty together and i just think thats super hot and very neat.

☆ sunghoon:

you'd have to ask him approximately six million times before he eventually lets you. wouldn't really admit that he's into it either, but you'd know solely because of the way he tries to hide jerking himself off through it. he'd never tell a soul, and feels lucky to have you remain so quiet about it too. it's like a little secret you guys share, and you'd eventually make him feel so safe with the secret that he'd maaaaaaybe start asking you for it from time to time. like, "you don't have to if you don't want to..."

★ heeseung:

you don't ask, he doesn't ask. he forces your face between his cheeks and makes you lick it as a form of humiliation. He doesn't even like it that much, but loves to call you gross because you just....you just do it? like you'd do anything for him if you're willing to eat his ass. suffocate you on it, really. I'm talking on his knees straddling your chest, face fucking you before quickly whipping around with a laugh and planting his hole right on your gasping mouth. *sigh* he's a freak.

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ ok throat goat!!

the plan was simple: channel his inner chenle to make yn dislike him.

easy.

hyuck knew that if he were to be himself, yn would instantly fall head over heels for him, just like any other woman would.

acting like chenle should, in theory, make him off-putting and unlikeable, thus keeping yn away from him.

it was going to be a difficult feat for a smooth guy like him, but he needed to push away all his charisma and charm for mark's sake.

the first two hours of his shift consisted of hyuck planning out what he was going to say while kun was trying to train him and then subsequently getting scolded for messing up.

"no that goes in the romance section, not young adult. remember to read the barcode donghyuck."

"right, right, my bad."

"it's ok man, you'll get the hang of it eventually" kun said, flashing him a sympathetic look from the other side of the bookcase.

they sorted books in silence for a while, hyuck slowly getting the system down when the bell on the door chimed.

kun turned towards the door but hyuck didn't have to look to know who just walked in.

yn.

he recognized your scent the second the door cracked open.

usually, all the different smells of people blended together, creating a sort of dull aroma. but your scent was unique. it was stronger than all the others, overtaking the bland stench as it flooded his nostrils.

you smelled naturally sweet, like honey if it was cultivated by the hardest working bees in the most productive hive, using the prettiest flowers, on the most perfect spring day.

all he could do was stare at you wide-eyed as kun stood to greet you.

"hi are you yn?"

"yes i am, its nice to meet you!"

kun extended his hand but quickly stopped when he saw the white bandages wrapped around your right hand.

"oh i didn't see that, my bad." he awkwardly studdered.

"no its totally fine, don't worry about it." you asured him, holding your injured hand to your chest.

hyucks eyes immediately locked on the small red stain showing through the covering, his mouth staring to salivate.

realizing what was happening, he aggressively slapped his cheeks to stop his growing thirst, drawing the attention of his coworkers.

"donghyuck are you alright?" kun questioned.

hyuck fervently nodded in response, eyes still trained on your hand.

"anyways, im going to grab some paperwork for you from the office real quick. feel free to look around in the meantime." kun smiled as he headed toward the back of the store.

hyuck tried to look busy sorting the books, keeping his head down to hopefully deter you from coming over. he was for sure putting everything in the wrong place but that was of no importance to him at the moment.

despite his efforts, you immediately walked to the shelf he was at.

"you're donghyuck right? we met the other day when i came in for an application."

he slowly turned to face you, readying himself to be a complete ass, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt his tongue graze against two very sharp fangs.

"i-" , he slammed both hands over his mouth, "i'm donghyuck."

you stared back at him, caught off guard by his actions.

"um so what made you want to work at a bookstore? personally, i just really needed a job but i would imagine other people that work here probably like reading or something."

"yeah i-", his mind was blank, all other thoughts covered by the notion of drinking your blood again, "i book."

"you what? sorry i missed that because your hands are covering," you waved your hands over your lower face, "your mouth."

hyuck's eyes followed your hand as it moved, quickly darting back and forth. you caught this, furrowing your eyebrows in further confusion.

being this close to you had only caused his thirst to grow tenfold. he knew that if he were to open his mouth again, his fangs would once more find their way into the soft flesh of your palm.

so instead of talking, he turned around and sped walked into the office.

"kun, i don't feel good and if i don't go home right now im going to spew chunks all over the sci-fi section." he faked heaved into his still cupped hands to really sell his act.

"oh um yeah sure go home. text me tomorrow if you're still feeling bad and i'll cover your shift." kun replied, slowly backing up to get out of hyuck's potential splash zone.

"thanks man!" hyuck yelled as he raced to the door, avoiding your puzzled gaze as he passed.

previous ~ masterlist ~ next

a/n: sorry for not updating this for a literal year (5 days), wont happen again guys !!

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[miaoua3]

could you possibly do spicy hc and soft hc for joshua and mingyu??? i came from your tiktok lmao

sure i can! im gonna do joshua now and mingyu later separately so i can organise it better in my masterlist, i hope that’s okay for you!

Joshua Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

according to his birth chart (lol), he has a very hard time feeling the spark with his partners, as well as building the relationship to a deeper and more intimate level, so i feel like for him to have felt the spark for the first time with you would definitely make him fall in love with you immediately and he would be so smitten with you

so so so very gentle, he always has this soft look in his eyes when he’s looking at you, the guys want to make fun of him for it but can’t since they’ve never seen him this happy and in love

biggest forehead kisses enthusiast ever, will do it every morning to you and will melt when you do it for him, over time became something very special and intimate to you both

loves hugs more than anything, at night when he comes home to you, he just hugs you for awhile, slowly swaying with you in his arms to the music playing in the background, he always says that you are his charger, always giving him energy when he has none left❤️

also very big lover of hand kisses, whenever he’s driving he’s always holding your hand, so it’s only right that he kisses the back of it every few minutes, just to reassure both you and himself- you that he’s thinking about you, even when you are right next to him, and himself, that you are really real and his

does this little things that make your eyes water without so much as blinking or thinking about it twice, ie wiping the corner of your mouth if you have a little bit of food left there, tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you to the side so you don’t collide with strangers when you are walking but not paying attention as to where you are walking, standing behind you when you are wearing a short skirt/dress in case the wind messes with it etc❤️

if the flower shops were opened at the time when he’s going home, he would buy you a bouquet every day❤️ so instead he opts for plants that will last longer than a bouquet would and that are just as pretty

subconsciously always pushes your hair away when you are standing face to face and either talking or just…staring at each other, he loves your face so much like everything about it is perfect to him and he could spend hours just…watching you smile at him

would rather die than admit this but definitely bought a bottle of your perfume to have with himself to spray on his pillows when he’s on tour, he just can’t fall asleep without your smell surrounding him, he’s gotten so used to sleeping next to you that he now literally can’t fall asleep otherwise :(

started seeing you and associating you with the colour yellow because you are literally his sun, and he is your moon, he doesn’t exist without you, so he will just unconsciously smile when he drives by a field of sunflowers❤️

• (nsfw! hcs):

feel like inside the bedroom his personality does a whole 180° change, suddenly there’s this dominant and not rude per say but definitely firm joshua, teasing and controlling everything-your body, your movements, even your mind

definitely has a thing for power play, just loves restraining your movements and pinning your hands with his own big ones, turns him on so much knowing that you let yourself be at his mercy

low-key into choking, not too much, just a little bit when you can barely remember your own name due to pleasure, to get you to pay attention back to him

can see him also being into hair pulling, ie when he’s fucking you from behind he just grabs a handful of it and pulls your head back so he can see your face better or well, as best as he can from that angle, sometimes even quickly switches from pulling on your hair to pulling your head back by your neck until you can make eye contact

which brings me to the next point- he’s big on eye contact, for one, he loves your eyes and loves seeing your glossy eyes as he’s fucking you and two, so he can see it if everything is still alright or if he needs to stop for a bit

isn’t into degradation per say, he’s just very firm, he’d want you to use your words always, if you are too gone in the pleasure he will spank you and demand that you answer him

can definitely see him being into cream pies, loves just watching his cum dripping out of you and stuffing it back in with his long fingers, to the point it overstimulates you so much that you start to cry

on the nights where he’s feeling vulnerable however, he will abandon this whole dom persona and fuck you so gently and deeply, will worship your body and mind, will just be all up in your ear and telling you “you are so good, so good to me, my girl, my darling, fuck, i love you so much, love this pussy too, so perfect for me, you are all mine, right? you are my good girl? say it, please, need to hear you say that you are mine, mine and mine only”

LOVES it when you give him a blowjob, just seeing you on your knees in front of him while he’s sitting on the couch, your innocent eyes looking up at him, your hair pulled behind either in a ponytail or in his hand is enough to make him cum down your throat, never mind the feeling of your warm mouth and your tongue swirling around his tip

KING OF AFTER CARE, nobody comes close to him, he will clean you first, maybe make you take a shower with him (where he will do all the cleaning of your body), then dressing you in his comfy clothes because he knows you like his smell and find comfort in wearing his clothes, maybe get you a snack or even cook something if you are feeling extra hungry and then he. wont. let. you. leave. his. arms. he will just hug you and cuddle you and stroke your face and hair and back until you fall asleep, will make sure to let you know that he didn’t mean to go that hard on you, will make sure with you that everything was alright-all in all, he will TAKE care of your body, mind and soul, always❤️

[idontknowanyonesblog]

Mirage rise of the beasts x gn reader

Mirage is kinda obsessed with reader and a bit of a perv. Slightly nsfw (mirage watched reader get undressed and watches them shower through their window and jerks off) BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING LMAO

This was like my second fanfic I’ve ever written and I was to shy to post it but because I don’t have much experience writing this might not be very good and I didn’t feel like reading this over

Ever since your friend Noah had introduced you to his friend Mirage (who happened to be a 15 foot tall alien robot from space) he developed quite a liking to you. Anytime you went to the shop Mirage was always trying to talk and flirt with you. But if you were being honest, you didn’t mind it. Little did you know, Mirage had a special little “talent” which included being able to clone himself and turning invisible. One day he heard you huffing and cursing as you made your way to the door to enter the shop and Mirage wanted to test something out. He turned invisible and sat in the corner, waiting for you to enter and when you did you were absolutely soaked due to the heavy rain outside. You noticed nobody was in the shop which was a bit strange but you were too uncomfortable in your soaking wet clothes to care so you began to take your clothes off before grabbing some fresh clothes from your bag. For the few moments you were bare and stripped of your clothes, Mirage was secretly watching you with wide eyes clearly enjoying every second of it. You huffed as you put your wet clothes in your bag and went off somewhere else in the shop to get some work done and wait for the rain to pass by. After around a hour later the rain was only a small drizzle so you decided to pack up and go to back home. You walked around 10 minutes until you made it to the parking garage where you had parked before the rain came in. If you had known before hand about the rain you would’ve parked a bit closer to the shop but it didn’t matter now. It was late so Mirage knew you were heading home but he needed to see more of you. He had to or else he thought he might go feral. You’d asked him for a ride home a few times when your car was getting serviced so he knew where you lived thankfully for him.

He knew it was wrong to follow you home but he just had to. He followed you home, poor you, not knowing Mirage could become invisible and had used that to watch you undress and now he’s using it again to follow you home. Mirage felt bad about it, it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. You were just too perfect for him to keep his sanity. Once you got to your house you went upstairs to take a nice hot shower, after such a long tiring day you deserved it. And Mirage deserved the view you gave him from the bathroom window. Your soft beautiful skin under the hot water mixed with the steam in the bathroom was such a mesmerizing site for the mech. And you wouldn’t expect a thing. Mirage was a nice mech, so funny and caring. He would never do something bad like this right? As you scrubbed your body and washed yourself, Mirage watched the whole thing happen. His spike beginning to throb with need. The panel slid and his spike was freed. His servo tightly wrapping around it and moving rapidly as he watched you. Small groans and whimpers left his mouth the closer he got to overloading. You turned towards the window for a moment and that’s when he overloaded transfluid all over his servo. The site of your body on full display from the angle you stood at. You were like a God/Goddess to him. Breathy whines left his mouth as he watched you step out of the shower and cover yourself with a towel. He wished he could’ve seen more but he had to go back to the shop before Noah got suspicious. He transformed back into his alt mode and drove away, hoping you’d come by the shop again tomorrow and hopefully give him another show.

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING IM SO SORRY😭

[wonzzu]

apple of my eye ; l. chan

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

rions post it note: this was purely self indulgent because after i saw a twitter post about someone talking about all of chans moles and they were all i could think about all week and this is the result of that LOL this was also supposed to be around half of the word count but i locked tf in thinking about chan in this scenario and it made me really soft

chan doesn't struggle with his vision, he has perfect 20/20 eyesight if you will, and the optometrist will always praise him for having a clean bill of health at the end of an eye appointment. so why he currently has your glasses on his head, is a mystery to all really..

hes sat on the couch in the living room, glasses perched on his nose, and taking photos of himself in them. some photos where he's pulling silly faces, like pouting his lips out like a duck and posing with a heart against his cheek– and others where he pulls the glasses down his bridge and showcasing his jawline. the duality of man, specifically of lee chan, is astounding and hilarious to you.

and you would be enjoying this moment of cute selfie taking if the glasses chan were using weren't yours– your glasses that you needed in order to be able to see everything and not traverse your home with everything looking like blurry blobs of color everywhere.

“hey channie, have you seen my glasses by chance… i left them on my nightstand and now they're gone.” you wander into the living room and see his very blurry figure sitting on the couch… doing something you couldn’t make out.

and instead of being the very helpful, kind best friend that he swears up and down he is, he decides to pull a little prank on you.

“mmm.. no i don't think i have, im sorry. did you drop them on the floor somehow? maybe underneath the bed?” he says while stifling a giggle.

“already checked there before coming to ask you.” you groaned and went to take a seat next to chan, your hopes in finding said glasses dwindling by the second and you resign by plopping down next to him, turning your body towards him and pulling your knees up to your chest. and while you may be lacking in the eyesight department, you definitely know what your glasses look like,

“so…. why are they on your face?” you lift your head and look at chan through squinting eyes, partially to try and see his face clearer. he didn't think he would be caught so fast in his short lived attempt at pranking you, he raises his eyebrows and his eyes shift from side to side. “not sure what you’re talking about.. they definitely aren’t!”

he quickly took hold of one of the legs and slid them off his face, holding the pair of glasses behind his head and feigning innocence. you shook your head and snorted through your nose, “you aren't very convincing channie. hand them over.”

chan is not one to give up easily, especially in an attempt to recuperate a prank, “mmm, no!” he scoots down to the other side of the couch, his lips curling into a big smile and giggling as he moves over.

“hey!” you move down the couch as well, extending your arm out and grasping as far in front of you as your arm could reach, and right as your fingers graze the rims of your glasses– he lifts his arm high above his head and laughs, “i’m not making it that easy for you [name]-nie!” he elongates the end of your nickname in a cute way that you can’t help but smile at.

“come on chan, give them up!” his back knocks into the arm rest at the other end of the couch, leaving him with nowhere to go and resorting to keeping his arm as far from you as he could. you prop your arm up with the backrest of the couch and reach over his shoulder and up to his hand with your glasses in them.

in the midst of desperately trying to retrieve your glasses, you don't realize how close you had gotten to chan’s face. the tips of both your noses grazing each other slightly, and the air from laughing breezing over his cheeks and your eyes lock with one another. there’s a beat of silence between you two, the fit of giggles and creaks from the couch falling still.

chan feels the warmth coming off your body, and

the way the air coming out of your nose from your breathing tickles his skin. he notices the way your eyes trace every detail of his face and your eyelashes flutter with every blink you take. his eyes pan downwards to your lips– supple and plush. chan takes note of the way your lips twitch and the way you slip your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous tic, the proximity between you two making your heart thump in the depths of your chest.

“-the moles you had…”

“what?” it comes out as barely a whisper, as he was too focused on taking in all your features to realize you were speaking.

“i never noticed how many moles you had, channie.”

you take your free hand and use your index finger to mark every spot.

there were the most noticeable ones: one right underneath his left eye closer to his nose, the most prominent of the moles he had. the second one being on his right cheek, an inch or two above the corners of his lips. the third one being right on the apex of his right cheekbone, eye catching and beautiful.

then, there were the moles where you really had to look: the most hidden mole being one that hugs his hairline, slightly covered by the trimmed hairs in the area but visible nonetheless. the second being one that nears his jawline, and the last being near his earlobe on the left side.

you tapped every single mole on his face, connecting them as if they were some kind of constellation unique to only chan’s soft face, like stars decorating milky skin. you let out a small giggle as you connected each mole, down, up, down again, over the bridge of his nose and to the side– tracing an invisible string between each one and ending with your hand cupping his ear, and tapping the final mole against his hairline with your thumb.

with every spot you pointed out, he felt his cheeks burn brighter and his ears heat up. this form of attention was electrifying– with eyes studying his features and every pore and sign of texture being under your scrutiny in the position the two of you were in; your arm still holding you up, his leg hugged in between the both of yours on the couch, your body being fully above his own as his back bent backwards to keep your glasses from your reach–

right– your glasses.

being too concentrated on the way your face brushed against his and the way your eyebrows furrowed together taking in everything that was chan, made him forget how you got in this position to begin with. and of course, right as he noticed–

“you let your guard down channie!” you quickly stretched your arm as far as you could and snatched your glasses from his hand, poking your tongue out at him to tease him. and honestly, he can't be too upset that his prank had fallen through, his heart was too busy trying to beat out of his chest to be concerned about it.

[ellecdc]

helloo i’m freaking out

i just re-read “surprise! we’re making love” bc dah it’s a masterpiece and i’m obsessed w that fic and “a man with a plan”. (the way u write remus it’s just 🤌🏼FUCKING PERFECT ILYSM) and idk if i dreamt it or if there was a second part to that fic and pls if there was WERE IS IT I CANT FIND IT AND IM FREAKING OUT and if there wasn’t, im not gonna ask u to write one bc i don’t want to be annoying, but could u tell me how there story ends?☺️ i need to know they lived happily ever after in a beautiful cottage with lots of flowers and birds chirping

byeeee!! ilysm you are amazing hope u have a great week!!!💕💕💕💕

hahaha aweeee thank you, I'm so glad you loved it - I really like that fic too

and you must have dreamt it because there isn't a part two! I know how I want it to end but I don't think it would actually make an interesting or engaging fic (it would fall painfully flat in comparison to it's first part)

essentially, I imagine them talking more that night - reader saying to Remus "I'm engaged to be married....." and remus going "I know..............I'm a werewolf" and reader going "I know......"

turns out she was just as invested in him, she just hadn't realized it. but since being top of her class in astronomy (i.e., tracking moon cycles) and noticing peculiarities about Remus following such cycles, she managed to put two and two together.

they do sort of 'date' but it's quiet and soft and timid and maybe perhaps a bit awkward at first - Sirius is sort of against it and says something like "mate, you need to be careful - she comes from another world entirely, and they are not kind to their own let alone anyone else", which sort of pisses Remus off but he understands where he's coming from.

Remus plays a little bit of interference between Avery and reader while at school; showing up and sitting between them if Avery approaches her etc

now it's important to note that in this AU, I do have Voldemort BUT he's not the crazy fuck like he is in canon and it's not a war of sorts, but rather a political campaign and a lot of internal strife within the ministry

like canon, the purebloods/sacred 28 support riddle, with the exception of Crouch sr who agrees with pureblood supremacy but is running for Ministry of Magic himself

but my thought is that they get off the Hogwarts express at platform 9 3/4, Remus stands with his parents and Sirius and James with the Potters.

reader steps off the train with the Rosier twins, Regulus, and Barty and are chatting when the opposite half of the platform grows eerily quiet and readers name is called.

reader et al. look over to see readers parents standing with the Avery's and a very smug looking Avery jr., the Rosier's looking as severe as ever, and the Black's looking at Regulus expectantly.

Crouch sr shows up too, not standing with the other pureblood's but essentially on that side

and the group realizes they need to make a decision - the Rosier's don't feel like going back home to grey walls and apathetic parents who only had children to further their blood line and parade them around at balls, Regulus doesn't want to go back home without his brother to maniacal parents who use Regulus for political gain, and Junior doesn't want to return home to his abusive father who has never felt anything more than disdain for his son anyway.

and reader....well....she's not marrying Avery.

so the five of them shrink their bags, put their belongings into their pockets and they run

they head for the brick wall to cross into the muggle side of the station while dodging curses and hexes being thrown at them from their parents - an unforgivable from Crouch sr which actually finds him in Azkaban in the end

James, Sirius, and Remus find them all hiding in an alleyway in muggle London - the Potter's insist they come to their place, hire lawyers, sue their parents/are emancipated

and Remus ends up bringing reader home to Wales where they live in the Lupin's cottage and she's never been happier

lol

the end

[jaeyunluvr]

someone talk to me ABT Jay smut fr

warnings :: SMUT MDNI, sub!jay, kissing, mommy kink, cock riding, overstimulation, cockwarming

a/n :: not proofread, sorry for giving such a late reply bae i needed time to cook T_T

you see jay lying down on your bed, shirtless, lazily scrolling through his phone. you notice his tired eyes and it's days like these that he wants comfort from you in all ways.

"you seem like you want to be taken care of, baby?" it was more of a question from you as you stared down jay's toned abs.

he smiles up at you, putting his phone down while you walk towards him and get onto the bed to straddle his lap. you wrap your arms around his naked shoulders, as he places his hands at the back of your waist pulling you closer to him.

just the closed distance between you two is enough to get you worked up, he's always had an effect on you like that. you run your fingers down his chest, and he shivers under your touch. you loved it when he's soft and vulnerable under you, even though it was absolutely rare.

you stare into his eyes with desire filling up your entire body and you press your lips against his, pulling him into a very heated kiss. the kiss was open-mouthed, dirty and sloppy, your tongues battling against each other.

you lifted yourself off his lap, getting onto your knees so you could tower him for more control. you pull him closed by his nape and jay's head tilts back as he melts into your fiery touch.

he could sense your impatience growing as you sucked a little too hard on his lower lip, making him wince. but that did not make you pull away from him but instead, you kissed him harder to numb the pain.

he felt helpless under you, his hands finding no destination against and under the silk cloth covering your body. you slowly pulled away from him. his eyes glimmered with lust and so did yours.

you slipped out of your night gown, leaving you with no clothing on. jay stripped himself meanwhile, his eyes meeting your oh so beautiful body and he let out a sigh as he got physically weak at the sight.

you perched yourself on top of him once again, as you grabbed the end of his thick shaft, his tip coming in contact with the entrance of your hole.

the slight contact made him shiver and you teased him, instead of giving him what he wanted.

"mommy please don't play." he lets out a whine, his lips curving downwards.

"oh sorry babyyy." you replied as you pulled him closer to place a kiss onto his lips followed by his forehead.

you let out a sigh of pleasure as you lowered yourself onto him, his warm cock entering your hole like it was made to fit in there all along. jay's eyebrows knit together as his eyes close shut and his mouth hangs open at the feeling of being engulfed.

your hands reach his shoulders as you steady yourself as you start moving up and down, mainly for his pleasure.

jay let's out a whimper at the sudden movement, his hands grabbing a handful of your asscheeks, more like he's holding onto them.

you fasten your pace and bounce on his cock as his balls clash against your skin, elating your senses.

jay's body feels numb as he gets lost in this feeling of ecstasy. a low moan escapes his lips, harmonizing with yours as you feel him hit the perfect spots inside you.

his grip on your waist gets tighter as you feel him twitch against your walls, and you know he's nearing his release so you move even faster stimulating your orgasm as well.

"mommy im- go- 'm gonna come-" he breathes heavily between words as he comes undone inside you. you feel his warm release inside your womb and it drives you insane.

you slow you pace down as you continue to ride him, overstimulating jay to the end, finding your own pleasure as you shudder around his cock, a loud moan slipping past your tinted lips as you reach your climax.

jay's eyes brim with tears as his chest heaves up and down at the immense amount of pleasure that he has received, your heavy breaths tangling with his.

you bend forward to kiss his eyelids and his lips, then hugging his waist as you fall asleep on his chest, your womb still keeping his cock warm, as both of you doze of with your skins in contact for the rest of the night.

perm taglist :: @pockettwinzz @alvojake <3

[idontego]

Sweet Sweet Fantasy| Kaji x Reader

✧˚ · .Summary: Gamer boy Kaji enjoys your streams and joins, only things end up a little different this time…

✧˚ · .A/n: This is my first time writing something like this, so bear with me. Let me know if you like it or not- im really nervous about posting this since it’s out of my writing style comfort zone :sob

✧˚ · .Warnings: smut, cum, swearing, oral sex, cream pie, dry humping.

It was no secret that Kaji spent a lot of time on his phone. That being said, he was very tuned into gaming and streamers and followed up with his favorites, and that included you. Lucky for him, you were local. Kaji was looking forward to your almost daily stream and made sure to be home at 7pm that night. You were undoubtedly attractive to him and that was one of the reasons why he watched your streams, and you of course coincidentally played one of his favorite games. He sat up in his bed with his headphones on, naturally and opened up your stream on twitch.

Your face appeared on the screen and his heart immediately began to flutter-blood rushing to the surface of his face. He was so pathetic. Blushing over some girl on the other side of a screen- you. You began greeting your viewers and started talking about music and such. He always commented when you mentioned music. He wanted your playlist. He was a firm believer that the type of music you listen to shows what kind of person you are.

he examined every inch of your face on the screen and specifically staring at your plump lips and lit up eyes. You were so perfect to him. he couldn’t help but be completely consumed by his craving for you. His thoughts began to run ramped.

You were playing a pvp game and you were almost knocked by another player, which caused you to let out a shocking sound from your mouth. Although this was a shriek, it could have been portrayed as a moan to his wild thoughts. It was so light and airy coming from you and this sound sent an almost electric shock down to his groin area. This feeling caused his eyes to widen. He never felt like this before while watching your streams.

The sound of your “shriek” began to replay in his mind, but he simply couldn’t help it. He clenched his eyes shut in embarrassment for thinking that of you but also shaming himself for enjoying it. You readjusted in your seat, getting in a more comfortable position with your face cam pointing a little more downwards giving a visible view of your cleavage and he couldn’t help but blush again when he noticed the top half of your thighs were now visible- swallowed by your small cotton shorts.

It was almost out of instinct that he lifted up the bottom of his hoodie to slip his hand under his grey sweatpants, which was now soiled by pre cum. Kaji groaned under his breath at his first touch, squeezing the base of his cock as more pre dripped all the way back down to the bottom. He began to get irritated as he imaged the thought of other guys doing this to you.

“C’mon guys, you know that was a scream that did sound like.. you know what.” You said, defending yourself.

His hand was now completely soaked in his own juices which only made it easier for him continue stroking it- up and down. He began to think you straddling his waist with your thighs in those same exact shorts. You sitting right on top of him in his grey sweatpants pleading to him that you need him. Right then and there. He imagined how soft and warm your legs could be right now. Would you wrap your legs around his head for him while his tongue clashed against your cunt, toying with your cunt going in circular motions with his tongue- just as he did with his lollipop? He wanted to know how sweet you would taste too, he imagined it could only be compared to raw honey or his favorite choice of lollipops.

You would submit to his needs and wrap your freshly manicured nails around the back of his head, digging into his scalp, grasping for the tufts of his icy blonde, perfect hair.

Every airy scream you released while playing the game only kept edging him. He grunted at the most recent one you let out. He gritted his teeth and kept tugging at his swollen cock.

“I’m making such a fucking mess over you.” He said out loud.

His strokes went from slow and paced to a much quicker pace and now lazy.

You won this match and stood up in victory, jumping around your room and giving his eyes full access of your figure. This immediately set him off. Kaji breaks his edging streak and cums the hardest he ever has-his white sticky liquid shooting up almost to the ceiling and behind his head, nearly dodging it. His chest rises and falls at a fast pace and his breathes began to get more shallow- bucking his hips upward as he releases the last load.

He let out a big sigh and threw his arms out to either side of him, laying in his own mess and catching his breath.

“Holy Shit.” Was the only thing he said as he exhaled once again.

[parkerluvsu]

okay wrote a request for chiropractor!art or some type of body worker!art a few nights ago very late and stoned so sorry if it was messy or phrased impolitely. if you would be so kind as to bestow some of your artistic talent upon the proposed concept, i would be very grateful, obviously no pressure or rush. please and thank you!

if you’re open to it, picture art being immediately smitten upon seeing you. you’re a little taken aback by his appearance and charm, but resolve yourself to focus on tending to your long aching body and focusing on pain management and healing to whatever capacity you may achieve.

little do you know, art is growing exponentially enamored. he was initially smitten by the way your eyes met his, your voice when you greeted him, and countless other little wonders about you.

he is the picture of professional, externally. no one needs to know he anticipates your sessions all week. schools himself into not losing his composure over the forced proximity prompted by the setting. he grows obsessed with trying to untangle and pinpoint the layers of your smell when he’s all up in your space. he’s being so normal about pushing up your legs as far back as they can go, slowly gaining more and more ground. he definitely doesn’t think about the ways he can bend and fold you right here right now, or the positions he could use his profession to help you work up to. he doesn’t feel his ethics hanging by a thread every time another lovely sound is pushed out of you. tells you to breath makes intense eye contact while coaching you through breathing in spite of overwhelming pain when addressing a tight spot. tenderly talking to you through any pain. touching every inch of you, to get to the root of any discomfort only, of course. he has immense respect for you, especially considering you’ve been carrying immense pain so gracefully for so long.

he knows he can’t date a patient but that doesn’t mean his mind can’t wander…

wonder what he thinks about… gets up to…

anyhow, thank you for entertaining this ask and full respect however you choose to engage with it or not.

thank you good sir.

holy fuck 😭😭 i mean what can i add to this perfect ask?!?!

im imagining that you didn't exactly know that your chiropractor would be a man.. i mean all your previous ones weren't, so when you walked into the clean, organized office and were met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.. yeah, you were a little surprised.

but you tuck those feelings deep down and try to be professional, telling him how it hurts when you raise your arm too high, and how your calves keep cramping no matter what you do. and art listens, nodding his head every once and a while and taking little notes on his clip board. but despite trying to he professional, you can't help but look away when his pretty blue eyes meet yours.

then he gets to work, telling you to lay on your stomach while he digs his thumbs into your leg muscles, and you're fighting the urge to make absolutely embarrassing sounds, but art couldn't even notice that if he wanted to.. he's in his own world, letting his hands massage and bend your legs gently, the soft skin sending him almost into a trance, sometimes interrupted by thoughts of rubbing lotion into other places on your body.. wondering if you're this soft everywhere.. wondering how far he could take this without you noticing his erection in his pants.. but art is a professional.. he wouldn't put his job on the line just to get his dick wet.. but that doesn't stop him from thinking about it..

in the next session you two have together (which art has been not so subtly preening himself for), art works on your shoulders, asking you to sit up while he presses his palms into your shoulder blades, biting his lip when you make a noise of discomfort, torn between wanting to comfort you, and wanting to hear more..

after he books your next appointment, art sends you on your way with his signature sweet smile, before shutting himself in his office and cancelling all of his appointments for the rest of the day.. definitely not because hes rubbing the sweet lotion that he always uses on you at your appointments into his hands.. groaning and spreading his legs in his chair to grant himself better access to shallowly thrust his hips into his hand.. the pink head of his cock peeking out of his fist every once and a while.. when the thought of your noises from earlier that day pop into his head.. arts a goner, shooting white rivulets onto his navy blue work pants.

cleaning himself up, art sends you an email insisting that it would be in his best interests if you would have a session with him 2 times a week.. of course just to help you feel better quicker, not because he needs more inspiration for those lonely nights alone at the office <33

[klttn]

sensitive bunny!reader x valentino where he needs to learn to be softer with the little bunny <3

- 🧸🫧

𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 valentino x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : val gets shouted at by his sensitive little bunny and asks her to teach him how to be gentle. nsfw. degrading. name calling. crying. dacryhilia. val is manipulative. bunny!reader. this is extremely toxic.

valentino thought he was the perfect boyfriend. the boyfriend of you’re dreams. how could he not be? he was rich, powerful and oh so very — sexually —experienced. and fuck did you love that. but he made you cry more than he gave you butterflies and he slapped you more than he touched you softly. yes that part was enticing, especially to your cunt. but you also just craved him treating you like the little baby conejita he told you were, his soft bunny to hold and take care of. hell, you wouldn’t care if he abused you as long as he babied you. you couldn’t stand being called his slut when you knew that’s all he told everyone at work. you didn’t want be just another one of his whores. a bitch to breed and discard.

part of you wondered if he even knew how cruel he was to you. if he knew that you cried over him so often, never pleasure filled or love intoxicated.

he didn’t.

he treat you like this because that’s all he knew. was it right? no. but it pained your heart either way that he genuinely thought he was treating you right. and it did his too when you broke down at feet, kneeling, broken sobs begging him to just stop.

“conejita, i don’t understand. why’re you being like this baby?” all his multiple arms surrounded your vision — and body. “you usually love it when i tell you how much of a whore you are for me.” a sob broke through, your arms held tightly to your chest no matter how badly you wanted to let him take control and just succumb to his touch.

“i am not a whore.”

valentino scoffed a little at that, his voice still smooth as honey as he condescendingly spoke to you. “conejita, yes you are.” he sighed, hating how the tears rolling down you face was from him and wasn’t anything pleasurable. “you’re my little slut and you always have been.”

you flinched in his grasp when he said that. small, salty droplets sliding down onto val. “then why do you call me your girlfriend, why do you say i’m so special when i’m just a whore to you like everyone else?” your voice was weak but crystal clear, the broken sobs only inching there way through a little bit. “the only difference is i can leave of my own free will, or can i? we both know you’re not above hurting and forcing people to do things they don’t want.” low blow. even if val deserved it.

his heart dropped, his touch receding in disgust at the venom laced on his pretty bunny’s lips. did she really think so low of me when it came to her? “bunny…” for the first time in your life val sounded.. soft? his confidence fleeting just like is hold on you did. “there is a difference. i love you, i don’t love those other whores.”

it was as if a knife was thrown right into your chest. he loved you. did he really? your voice was barely above a shy whisper as you spoke, sobs muffled now but your eyes still brimmed with tears unshed. “then why do you hurt me so much? why do you treat me like i’m nothing but replaceable?”

“i thought you liked it when i hurt you baby? when i slap you and be rough with you, you told me you liked that.” val sounded hurt, confusion evident. but he never was very smart. “there’s only one bunny for me and she’s right here and all mine.”

“im not-“ your voice trailed off a touch. “im not talking about sex.” you whispered, fully ignoring the last half of his words.

“then what? he dipped himself back down to you, his arm wrapping around you in a possessive hook, ignoring the flinches and small protests falling from your lips. “please conejita, tell me what, i can’t stand to see you like this and it not be because of my cock.”

your bunny nose twitched and sniffled involuntarily, soft ears coward further into your hair, your gaze refusing to meet his as you looked at your knees, still kneeling. “you’re mean to me n- i don’t like it.” you huffed in frustration but you still sounded to weak, “i just- i don’t wanna be the same as all the other girls you sleep with.”

vals eyes widened in shock as you spoke, he didn’t mean to make you cry. for once. these types of relationships were what he was used to, not real but built on sex and control and whilst you still loved him in control of you, you were just a sensitive baby after all. “other girls? conejita, you’re so stupid.” you show him a glare at the word. “baby, im sorry but you are, i haven’t fucked anyone but you for months. now im not one for monogamy but why would i fuck anyone else when i have my pretty little girl who lets me do whatever i want to her?” he smirked at the last part, knowing you’d react. and you did.

a small blush crept up your cheeks, eyes still glassy but now innocently wide and staring straight up at val like a lost puppy. “you haven’t, really?” val nodded, pointy teeth being shown as he smiled down at you. “but- your job, it-“

“requires me to direct porn, not to star in it.” val sighed, kissing his teeth and looking around the room. “conejita, look at me.” there was no room for arguing. his finger hooked under your chin lifting your face to meet his towering gaze. “you look so pretty like this, little bunny.” his fingers traced the tears bleeding down your face. “can you do something for me?” you nodded weakly. tension so think it could cut diamonds.

“teach me.” the words fell from val’s lips so delicately, you could pass out from the soft tone in his voice.

“wha- what do you mean?”

“i don’t know how to love you right, teach me.” he traced his hands down your face, touch somehow rough for such a gentle notion. “teach me how to love you, kiss you, hold you, teach me how to be yours like you are mine.” you arched into his touch everywhere his fingertips trailed, chasing the way it felt to have him like this.

“like this-“ your resolve was starting to fade. “need you to be soft with me, please, val jus- please don’t hurt me.”

“you just need to be my baby bun, don’t you? not my whore but my precious girl?” his voice had the same addicting honey to it without the poison and this was so much better. you nodded your head, tears now falling from the relief and need for more of this.

“can- can you hold me?” it sounded pathetic but you didn’t care. val wordlessly hooked two of his arms underneath your thighs, his other two still trailing your body, small bruises forming on your knees from the harsh floor. he stalked over to the large bed, satin sheets and silk covered it, sitting atop the pillows at the height of the bed. the hands on your body softly moving you, forcing your legs into a straddle and coercing your neck to dip into his collarbones, before wrapping around you and drowning your senses in only him.

“like this?” his thumb ran over your floppy ear, stroking the fur then and revelling in the small whimper of submission that raked through you. you nodded your head, nuzzling further into him. “good girl.” you nuzzled more, getting impossibly closer.

valentino sighed in frustration at himself. “you’re so cute, little conejita. so adorable. all i want to do is protect you like this.” you clung to him as if he would disappear or return to his mean words and harsh grip if you didn’t savour it.

several minutes passed before he pulled you out of the crook of his neck by your hair, it was a hard pull but the way his hands were caressing where he yanked and the look in his eyes had you melting. “my sensitive little girl,” val’s thumb traced over your bottom lip, your mouth quickly enveloping his thumb before he could move it, sucking softly, innocent eyes staring up at him. “i fucking love you conejita. don’t ever forget that or question it ever again.” you whined in agreement, sending vibrations over his thumb. the same thumb that now rubbed over your tongue in such an addicting way.

“is this all you wanted, baby? fuck, i don’t have to hurt you to get you exactly how i want you, do i? i don’t have to slap you into submission because you’re already my obedient little bun.” you nodded, rolling your hips slowly. val didn’t need teaching on how to treat you like this. he just needed to realise you were his without having to be mean to you to prove that. “this is more addicting than when you’re fighting me.” he groaned, pushing up into your hips and losing himself a little in the wet heat of your mouth. tears brimmed in your eyes from the sting of him pushing his fingers down your throat and the overwhelming scenario happenening. his is all you wanted. needed. and it was better than you could’ve ever imagined.

you pulled off his thumb with a pop, panting cutely as you caught your breath. “i need more, please — closer.” you begged, the tears that had brimmed now spilling for the millionth time that night. “please don’t stop treating me like this.” val swore in that moment he didn’t deserve you. his lips crashed into yours, long tongue twisting around yours, controlling and guiding your kiss, enveloping your mouth in the heat of his. small whines of bliss made their way into the kiss before val could pull back, your tongues still connecting with a string of spit.

“is this okay conejita?” his roaming hands going under your clothes but still so soft in comparison o anything you’d felt from him before. a breathy ‘yes’ left your lips and the tears were still pouring. “so pretty when you cry, baby, so pretty.” you felt his fingers carding through the soft locks atop your head. “youre just a little bunny that needs taking care of aren’t you? not a slut, just my pretty girl. just needing to be treat like the most precious thing in the world?” you were crying harder now, frantically nodding and pathetically grinding into him now.

“guess what, conejita. that’s what you are to me.” his accent thick and raw. “and ill kill anyone who dares hurt you — even myself if you asked me to for what i’ve done to you.” you could tell he was losing composure. “how could anyone possibly hurt such a pretty little thing like you?” the question was rhetorical but his voice drew out the most lewd reactions from you, bunny instincts causing the need to rub your face into his chest.

his hands dragged you back to look at him again, drinking you in, zoning into your wet and messy face, “shit, cry for me conejita, ill lick all your tears away.”

and he did just that for the rest of the night as he took his time absolutely cherishing and worshipping his baby bun. only laying a hand on you if you begged for it. and he found he liked that much better. you willingly being pathetic for him was much more enticing than him forcing it.

[ediewentmissing]

Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

[celesteleoves]

“BUT IM IN SO DEEP, YOU KNOW IM SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU.”

choso kamo x reader.

warnings: very fluffy, implied height difference between reader and choso (he’s taller), KIND OF A DIFFERENT REALITY where everyone’s alive and well.

summary: in which, choso doesn’t like listening to those who aren’t close to him but he’d do a lot for you!

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choso was new to the whole “being a human” thing. he didn’t quite understand how humans interacted fully, especially around those they were interested in.

yuji has helped him get a better understanding of human interactions, telling him modern day, how to start a conversation and how to keep it going, and lastly, in yujis words the most important part, how to treat a woman you are attracted to. choso is very thankful for his brother and he knows his other brothers would’ve helped him the same way if they could.

so, small interactions between himself and those around him are very important to him. he’s also starting to realize how important you are to him aswell.

“hey, choso, can you give me that chocolate bar?” nobara yelled from her spot on the couch. yuji had invited a few of his close friends over, not realizing choso was going to be home (which meant he had to invite his teachers, he knows choso would be happy you were here though).

“i’m doing laundry for my brother, maybe megumi can grab it for you.” choso avoided her question, not really enjoying the fact she was so comfortable with ordering him around. megumi immediately held his hand up to shut up nobara as she went to ask him.

choso was not doing laundry, he was sitting on a couch with you sitting beside him, part of the reason why he didn’t want to get up and do anything for anyone. he’d rather be close to you than not.

“kamo! my favourite little man, can you lend me your time and grab those chocolate bars.”

choso’s eyes twitched at gojo’s words and his use of his last name as he let out a annoyed sigh, scrolling on the phone yuji had given him. he ignored the older man’s words and continued scrolling through instagram.

“hi.” you whispered to the man beside you, ignoring those around you as they talked loudly.

“hello.” choso’s voice was soft as he scanned your face, taking in how perfect you looked today.

“i don’t want to be a bother but can you maybe, please, help me grab some snacks for everyone in the kitchen?” you smiled softly at the man beside you, his attention directed to you immediately.

“of course.” choso spoke as he stood up surprisingly quick to help you, despite the fact he had brushed off many of those around him when they had asked him to do something.

you both began to walk to the kitchen, ignoring everyone’s banter.

“sorry, i just couldn’t figure out how to get to this thing.” you pointed towards a cabinet that had chips in it. it was too high for you to reach.

“no need to apologize. i’d do anything for you.” choso’s words came out on instinct. it took him a minute to realize how crazy he sounded after saying something like that to you.

his back was turned to you as he reached for the cabinet with shaky hands, obviously thinking about what he had just let slip out.

he failed to see how flushed you had become, a nervous laugh escaping your throat at his words.

you’d do the same for him, if you were able to reach the cabinet.

“oh! haha.” you said, stammering for words as choso turned to look at you with embarrassment evident on his face.

“i’m sorry, yuji told me i can’t just say words out loud like that.”

he began rambling, apologizing and trying to justify what he meant. you felt the same way, guess this is the right time to tell him.

“choso, i would do the same for you.”

“you would?” choso blinked at you with wide eyes as his head was tilted slightly in confusion, you almost cooed at the sight. he was so cute.

you moved closer towards him, looking around to make sure nobody was near the kitchen, thankfully you could hear everyone chattering in the living room still.

“yeah. of course.” you whispered, being so close to him you felt you didn’t need to talk loudly. he would listen to you no matter how loud or quiet you talked.

“your lips are pretty.”

your eyes widened at his words, now becoming flustered as his eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes.

choso was so nervous, he was just saying anything that came to mind!

you stared at him for a moment, debating on what to do.

you only had one thought on your mind, yet you didn’t want to let your nervousness stop you from doing it. the two of you being so close to each other made you sweat.

you have found choso endearing for a while but you were too afraid to voice your feelings as he seemed very closed off. one thing you learned about him, was he hated others giving him options or orders.

“can i kiss you?”

choso hated being given options or orders (see what i did there), he enjoyed the sound of this one though.

he stumbled over his words, choosing to just nod his head instead.

you leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him.

choso was in awe as he kept his eyes open for a second, closing them after feeling the touch of your lips against his.

his had made its way to your waist, while the other held your face.

the kiss felt so perfect to choso that he almost failed to remember you both had to breathe.

you pulled away with a pant as you looked at the flustered man infront of you.

his eyes were lidded as he panted, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

you grinned, feeling like a school girl with a crush.

“yuji told me that normally kissing means you take interest in the person… is that true?” choso shyly asked and you couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed the chips beside him.

“yes, it’s true, i’m very interested in you cho’. let’s get these snacks back out there, yeah?” you smiled happily at him and choso almost felt his heart stop.

“yeah.”

this interaction had certainly taught choso a few things.

he would do anything you asked him to do, he’s interested in you, and you’re interested in him too!

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a/n: ahhh this is so bad. anyways, i’ve never written anything for choso so this was a first! it was kind of cringey but let’s also keep in mind choso doesn’t get a lot of action like this before becoming “human” 😭

leave requests please or recommendations!

[marcelloshdz]

work out just fine

summary: after meeting marcello at a mutual friend's get together, you hit if off very well. requested by anonymous. *”h/n” = “host’s name”

“y/n! are you ready to go?” your roommate called from your living room. 

“yes, im coming down right now!” you called back. you finished putting on your jewelry, spritzed on some perfume, and bounced down the stairs. you and your roommate were headed out to brunch that they’d been invited to, and were gracious enough to bring you as their plus one. 

the restaurant was thankfully close to your house, so it was okay if you were running a little late. once you arrived, you gave the host your name, and were taken back to a large room that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. you didn’t know many of the people here, so you were a bit uncomfortable at first, but you knew once the drinks started coming, you’d feel better. you and your roommate said hello to their friend who was hosting the brunch, and you took your seats at the table. there weren’t too many people there yet, so you had plenty of options to choose from. 

you didn’t realize it at the time that your seat was gonna end up being the best one at the entire table.

small talk began flowing at the table as the servers brought out the first round of mimosas. you poured yourself a glass and immediately felt at ease. you waited a bit longer for more people to arrive before placing orders for full meals, but you were able to snack on the various charcuterie that filled the middle of the table. 

you were snacking on some cheese and crackers when you heard a voice next to you.

“is this seat taken?” they asked.

“no, go for it.” you answered. you turned in their direction, eyes landing on the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. he had soft brown eyes, with a perfectly messy head of brown hair to match. butterflies began swarming in your stomach as he flashed you the most perfect white smile you’d ever seen.

“i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m marcello.” he said to you.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” you said with a smile.

“how do you know h/n?” he asked.

“oh, i don’t really. we’ve met a couple times in passing, but i’m here with my roommate, who’s good friends with them.” you said, and he nodded. “you?” 

“we used to work pretty closely together. they were a bartender at a comedy club i used to do stand up at for a while. they used to always make my drinks nice and strong, especially on nights when i was performing for tougher crowds.” just then, h/n came over, marcello standing from his chair to say hi and wrapped them in a tight hug.

“oh! i see you and y/n have met. good. keep talking.” they said smugly. you shrugged it off as marcello sat back down next to you.

the rest of the attendees finally arrived and you were finally able to order your food. as you ate, you and marcello spent the entire afternoon talking and getting to know him pretty well. you told him all about your relationship with your roommate, how you met and ended up in new york. you told him about your job, about your family, and your hobbies. he told you about his family, his work in comedy, and how proud he was of himself for getting to work on snl.

“that’s where i recognize you from! i’ve been sitting here wracking my brain about why you looked so familiar to me. i thought you just had one of those faces.” you said.

“do you watch the show?” he asked.

“not as much as i used to. i used to watch it weekly in like, mid to late 2000s. like, around '05 when andy samberg was on the show. that era is one of my favorites, and i had such a crush on samberg growing up.” you admitted.

“i started watching around the same time. i was a big fan of fred armisen as a latino growing up in comedy.” he said, and you nodded. 

“that’s so cool that you get to live out a dream.” you said to him.

“it’s very cool. i still can’t believe it sometimes.” he said, and you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. 

you and marcello spent the rest of the afternoon talking to each other. once you were all finished eating, the party moved to a near by bar for more drinks. you and him continued hanging out, dancing and singing to the music that played at the bar.

you and marcello were hitting it off so well, you were internally kicking yourself for not having met him at some other event that you’d found out you both were at and just missed meeting each other. 

“i cant believe we could’ve met three years ago if i hadn’t left that birthday party early.” he sighed, finishing his drink and ordering another one. 

“nah, it wouldn’t have been right. we weren’t meant to meet until now. the universe was keeping us apart for a reason. you just told me that three years ago you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and were on the rebound. we wouldn’t have worked out back then.”

“would we work out now?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“maybe.” you said, raising a brow at him.

it was starting to get late and you and marcello made your way out of the bar and started walking down the street. you linked your arm with his, partly because you wanted to be close to him, and partly because you were too drunk to hold yourself up on your own. 

you walked a few blocks, and before you knew it, you were outside your apartment building.

“hey,” you hiccuped, “i live here.”

“i know.”

“how? are you a stalker?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. marcello just laughed and shook his head.

“no. your roommate gave me the address so i could make sure you got home safe.” 

“well, i’m home. so you’ve fulfilled your duties.” you said, but he shook his head. 

“youre not home yet. ill wait out here and you can text me when you get upstairs.” he said. 

“but i don’t have your number.”

“a minor setback that we can easily fix.” he said. you gave him your phone and he typed in his phone number. you smiled to yourself when you noticed the flaming heart emoji he added after his name on his contact profile. 

“i had a really great time tonight, thanks to you.” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“so did i.” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours. you stood silently for a moment before marcello spoke again. “can i kiss you?” he asked, just above a whisper. you nodded with a smile, his lips quickly meeting yours. 

“oh, yeah. i think we’re gonna work out just fine.” you said after he pulled away.

“glad we’re in agreement there.” he said. you finally pulled away and made your way up to your apartment, texting marcello as soon as you got back to your room. he text you his entire ride home, and for a little bit after he got home.

you didn’t realize it at the time, but you were already falling hard for marcello. and he was already falling hard for you. you were certain that the two of you were gonna work out just fine.