#it’s so embarrassing i refuse to look back

[roseapprentice]

This is why, as a anxious kid, it always made me SO MUCH MORE STRESSED when people would tell me "you'll do fine" to try to calm me down.

Like thank you. You have just informed me that not only would my failure embarrass me personally, but it would also be incompatible with your current conception of reality. Now I have no way to predict how badly you'll react if I do fail, because you flat out refuse to acknowledge the possibility.

You just removed a layer of safety from the situation, and doubled down on my belief that failure is incomprehensibly bad. So helpful. You shouldn't have.

Looking back I know the subtext was, "Whatever you do is fine," but. But how was I supposed to know the subtext was the OPPOSITE OF THE TEXT??

When I did start gaining confidence in my teenage years, so much of it was figuring out that if I made a mistake I could try to mitigate it, or fix it, or ignore it and keep going.

WHY DIDN'T ANYONE EXPLAIN THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE???

Once I was listening to a podcast and one of the hosts was like “the key to confidence isn’t never making mistakes and knowing everything, but making mistakes and being totally okay w the fact because everyone makes mistakes and it’s not a statement about your worth” and oh my god okay. My trauma bond w shame is dying a slow death.

[flwrstqr]

愛 𓈒 THAT'S SO TRUE ✶ FAKE DATING ENHYPEN ╰—— 𝓲. ⸝⸝ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅

❪ PROLOGUE. ❫ enhypen & f!r 1OOOwc. ❜ fake dating, fluff, head canons, oneshots ⎯⎯ being drunk skinship, petnames partying . . ADORE

다니 : after much contemplation.. i decided to post this. it's a slight remake of my old fake dating fic i made during the summer TT ++ jenni told me to post this one

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 heeseung’s hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer as you laugh at a joke neither of you are really paying attention to. his eyes, though, don’t leave you—not for a second. they roam over you shamelessly, lingering on the curve of your lips, the way your hair falls over your shoulder, the dip of your collarbone. “you’re really making this easy for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. the pet name rolls off his tongue effortlessly, like it’s meant to be there, like you’re meant to be there with him. you try to ignore the heat crawling up your neck, but he smirks, clearly noticing. “what?” you ask, trying to sound annoyed, but it only makes his grin widen. “nothing,” he says, eyes flickering to your lips. “just thinking how good you look tonight—for me, of course.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 "okay, first tilt your head a little—no, not like that, jay, just... here," you mutter, guiding his chin with your fingers. he’s sitting on the couch, and you’re perched on his lap, knees tucked around him like this is the most normal thing in the world. “then, you hold the girl’s waist, like this.” his hands hover awkwardly before settling, a bit hesitant, on your hips. “now lean in, slowly,” you instruct. his lashes lower as he leans closer, “like this?” before you can answer, his lips brush yours, and you’re startled by how effortlessly good he is. your breath catches, hands gripping his shoulders for balance. when he pulls back, cheeks flushed, you blink at him, utterly speechless. “did i... do it right?” he asks, grinning shyly, and you hate how smug he looks now.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 jake sits cross-legged on the floor beside your couch, the plastic bag with the soup crinkling as he pulls it out, his brows furrowed with worry. "you look awful," he murmurs, but his voice is so gentle. you groan, tugging the blanket higher over your face, your cheeks burning—part fever, part embarrassment. "don’t look at me," you mumble, hiding the fact that this is the first time he’s seen you without makeup. but jake just pouts, his hand brushing your forehead to check your temperature. "how could i not look? you’re still my pretty girl," he says softly, and it’s almost enough to make you forget you’re supposed to be fake dating. his fingers linger at your temple as he pushes a stray hair back. he’s worried sick, but god, you’ve never felt so cared for.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 sunghoon’s hand finds the small of your back as you stand by the snack table, his touch grounding despite the fact that your blood is boiling. the girl hasn’t stopped shamelessly giggling at his every word, her manicured hand brushing his arm like it’s hers to hold. "you’re glaring, sweetheart," he leans in, his voice low and teasing against your ear. your stomach flips at the pet name, but you refuse to let him see how much it affects you. "i’m not," you snap, crossing your arms, but his smirk only deepens. you swear sometimes you forget its some fake date. "jealousy looks cute on you," he whispers, stepping closer until his chest is almost flush against yours. "you’re imagining things," you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 “princess, you okay?” sunoo’s voice cuts through the awkward tension, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you against him. you barely have time to answer before he turns to the guy who’s been laughing a little too loud at your jokes. “sorry, we have to go,” he adds sharply, smiling but not really. the guy steps back, startled, and sunoo’s grip tightens just enough for you to feel the heat of his jealousy. “don’t mind him,” you whisper, trying to diffuse it, but he’s already walking you away, jaw clenched. he stops suddenly, turning you to face him. “seriously, what was that?” his fingers brush against your cheek as his thumb lingers at your jaw. “you’re too good for them, you know that, right?”

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 the room spins slightly, laughter and music blending into a hazy blur as you clutch jungwon’s arm, his steady warmth grounding you. “kiss me already,” you slur, voice low enough to get lost in the noise but just sharp enough to make him smirk. he tilts his head, eyes dancing with mischief, lips so close you can almost taste the unspoken answer. “hmm, be patient, babe,” he murmurs, voice like velvet, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you closer in a way that makes your breath hitch. his other hand grazes your cheek, thumb brushing over and it’s too convincing—how his lips ghost over yours but never quite meet. for a second, you forget it’s all fake, that he’s not really yours, and you wonder if he’s too good at this or if he just likes the way your eyes beg for him.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 you glare at riki as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, his smirk infuriatingly smug. "can you not be so handsy?" you hiss, shoving at his chest. "relax, sweetheart," he teases, leaning in close, voice dripping with mock affection. "we’re supposed to look convincing." you scoff, crossing your arms, but his fingers lace through yours, a saccharine grin plastered on his face as he whispers, "smile, angel." you shoot him a glare instead. "don’t call me that," you mutter, but the warmth of his hand lingers, distracting. "aw, jealous much?" he quips, lips brushing your temple briefly—just for show, of course. your heart betrays you. "jealous? of you? keep dreaming, lover boy." his laugh is soft, teasing. "sure, darling. whatever helps you sleep at night." his grin is infuriating, and god, you hate him. almost.

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[carnalcrows]

PUNISHMENT - HYUNJU

pairing: professor!hyunju x ftm!reader

synopsis: Math isn't the only thing that's hard.

content warnings: 18+, teacher x student, blowjob, pre-transition hyunju, face fucking, slight choking, facial

word count: 1.4k

The lecture hall was eerily quiet as the last of your classmates filed out, their chatter fading into the hallway. You stayed behind, clutching your bag strap tightly, watching as Professor Hyunju erased the board with calm, methodical strokes. The squeak of the chalk against the surface was still fresh in your ears, the sound mixing with the rapid beat of your heart.  

You’d known this conversation was coming. Her sharp eyes had been following you all semester, and not just in the way that professors check in on their struggling students. There was something in her gaze—something that made your stomach flip, even as you avoided eye contact. You couldn’t decide if it was intimidation, curiosity, or something darker that kept your nerves on edge every time she called your name in class.  

“Wait here,” she had said earlier, her tone even but leaving no room for argument. It wasn’t a request.  

Now, you stood awkwardly by the door, your feet refusing to move any closer. She hadn’t said much else, letting the silence grow heavy as she finished erasing the board and organized her papers into a neat stack. The tension was suffocating, the space between you filled with all the words you were too afraid to say.  

Finally, she turned to face you, leaning casually against her desk, arms crossed over her chest. Her sharp, fitted blazer and pencil skirt made her look more like a corporate CEO than a college professor. Her presence was commanding, the kind that drew your eyes even when you didn’t want to look.  

“Close the door,” she said simply, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.  

You hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, the click of the door shutting making you flinch. When you turned back to her, her gaze was fixed on you—steady, unwavering, and entirely unreadable.  

“You know why you’re here,” she said, her tone calm but tinged with disappointment.  

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I’m failing.”  

“Failing doesn’t begin to cover it,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re barely scraping by, and if this keeps up, you won’t pass my class—or this semester.”  

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, even though you already knew the truth. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.  

“I… I’m trying,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“Are you?” she asked, her sharp tone cutting through your feeble excuse. “Because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.”  

You flinched, your gaze dropping to the floor. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been trying, but between juggling other classes, working part-time, and dealing with the weight of everything else in your life, something had to give. Unfortunately, it had been this class—and she wasn’t letting you forget it.  

Her heels clicked softly as she stepped closer, the sound echoing in the empty room. You froze as the scent of her faint perfume wafted toward you, a subtle mix of floral and spice that made your head spin.  

“You’re capable of so much more,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “But you’re not putting in the effort. That’s not just disappointing—it’s unacceptable.”  

The way she said it, her words laced with both criticism and something almost… personal, made your throat tighten. You hated how small you felt under her gaze, like you were back in high school, getting scolded by a teacher. But this wasn’t high school, and she wasn’t just any teacher.  

Hyunju had a presence that couldn’t be ignored, a charisma that made her stand out even in a room full of people. It was more than her looks—though you’d be lying if you said her sharp features, immaculate style, and piercing eyes didn’t make your chest tighten every time you saw her. It was the way she carried herself, the quiet confidence that demanded respect and made you want to prove yourself to her, even if you weren’t sure why.  

And now, standing here alone with her, that presence was overwhelming. It pressed against you, making the room feel smaller, making it impossible to think straight.  

“Do you want to fix this?” she asked, her voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.  

You nodded quickly, desperate to end the suffocating silence. “Yes. I do. I’ll do better, I promise.”  

Her lips curved into a faint smile, but it wasn’t comforting. If anything, it made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving yours, and you felt your knees weaken under the weight of her attention.  

“Good,” she murmured. “Because I’d hate to think you were wasting my time.”  

Her words lingered, heavy with something unspoken, as the air between you grew charged. You couldn’t look away from her, even as every instinct screamed at you to run. This wasn’t just a lecture anymore—it was something far more dangerous.  

She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. The scent of her perfume—something subtle but intoxicating—filled the air, and you suddenly found it hard to breathe.  

“You don’t take yourself seriously,” she continued, her voice dropping to a softer, almost teasing tone. “And that makes me wonder… should I take you seriously?”  

Your eyes snapped up to meet hers, your heart racing at the implication in her words. There was something in her gaze now, something darker, something… playful.  

“I-I’m trying,” you stammered, your words faltering under her piercing stare.  

“Are you?” she asked, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve been waiting for someone to put you in your place.”  

Her words hung in the air, charged and heavy, and you felt your knees weaken. She took another step forward, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from her.  

“Do you want me to put you in your place?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes boring into yours.  

Your breath hitched, and before you could think, you nodded.  

That was all she needed. Her hand shot out, gripping your chin firmly but not painfully, tilting your face up to hers. “Good,” she murmured, her breath ghosting over your lips. “Then pay attention.”  

Her lips crashed against yours, and for a moment, the world stopped. Her kiss was fierce, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt. You melted against her, your bag slipping from your shoulder as your hands found her waist.  

She didn’t pull away, deepening the kiss instead, her other hand threading through your hair and tugging just enough to make you gasp. The sound seemed to please her because she smirked against your lips before pulling back, her eyes blazing with satisfaction.  

“You do want your grades to improve, yes?”, she daunted, her gaze never leaving yours.

“Yes professor,” you mumbled, eyes staring up into her own.

Wordlessly, she pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties to reveal her aching cock. You marveled at the sight before she gently pushed you onto your knees.

With a look of understanding, you took her length in your hands, slowly pumping it up and down before giving kitty licks to the angry red tip.

You slowly wrapped your lips around the head, before trying to take her whole. Your hand fondled over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach, while your other hand went to the hem of your waistband, sliding through your boxers to reach your leaking cunt.

As you took her deeper in your throat, you rubbed circles over your clit frantically, trying to bring a release to you both.

When you finally managed to swallow her whole, she let out a breathy moan before grabbing you hair and moving your head back and forth herself.

“Breathe through your nose m’love, that’s it…”she cooed, gazing lovingly at your watering eyes.

Soon, she felt herself at the brink of a climax, so she released the grip on your hair, only for her to come undone all over your face, strings of pearly white essence sticking to you. Your ministrations over your clit had worked, making you arch your back as you came with a loud groan, staining your boxers.

The professor gently but firmly held your chin, forcing you to face her.

“Maybe now you’ll start listening,” she teased, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’ll do better, won’t you?”  

You nodded breathlessly, the words catching in your throat.  

“Good,” she said, stepping back but not before trailing her fingers along your jawline. “Because if you don’t, we’ll have to do this again. And next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”  

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[sinstear]

need more sub!vi !!! 😔😩

don’t we all <3

vi’s legs; those legs that are so strong that sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about them, looking at them for far too long, stay twitching and flexing on either side of your waist, widening ever so slightly with each curl of your fingers in her cunt. her chest is flushed, covered in new bites from your teeth and lips and you have the gaul to laugh when she’s biting down on her arm to muffle her whimpers. “you shy, baby?” you murmured.

“m’not shy,” vi huffed but made no effort to remove her arm from her face, not wanting you to see her flushed skin, or the crimson blush down her neck.

“course not, you’re just hiding from me,” you grumbled, leaning your head down and pressing it against her arm. “baby,”

vi removed her grip from the bedsheet and cupped the back of your head, keeping you close to her, but still refused to remove the arm over her. “no,” she gasped, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip when you’re rubbing tight circles on her clit with your thumb.

“my love,” you continued, fucking your fingers into her gently. “my beautiful girl, love of my life,”

“what do you want?”

“for you you look at me.”

her heart flutters at your pet names and she peels her arm away from her face shyly, looking at you with an involuntary pout that has you placing a few kisses on her lips and then on her forehead. “hi,”

“hi, baby.” vi giggles and wraps her arms around your neck. your body is slumped half onto of hers comfortably and you smile against her shoulder at the soft touch of her hand gripping your arm, grinding against your fingers greedily. “that feels good,”

burying your face in her neck, you simply hummed and sucked at her skin, nipping as you went. “good,” you murmured. “i like to make you feel good, makes me feel good.”

your words send a shiver down her spine, and she clenches around your fingers tightly, trying to hide the deep blush that coats her cheeks when your deep chuckle vibrates against her skin and causes her to pinch your shoulder. “don’t laugh at me.”

“m’not laughing,” lie, but she lets it go once you’re slowly, agonisingly slow at that, thrusting your fingers in and out, rhythmically in beat to the pace of her hips. “you’re just cute,”

“cute?” vi scoffed and sunk her nails into your arm. “i’m letting you fuck me, and m’cute?”

lifting your head up from her neck, you smiled lazily at her and nodded your head. “i think you’re always cute, actually. no matter what you do or are doing. i think you’re cute even when you’re riding my fingers or my cock, so,” you trailed off, flashing her another innocent smile.

“you’re insufferable,” she bites, but there’s no malice and anger behind her words. “so goddamn insufferable—” she whimpers and you grin at the sight of her throwing her head back and gripping your wrist tighter. “fuck, fuck you.”

“m’already doing that” you replied cockily, leaning your head down and wrapping your lips around her nipple. your eyes flutter closed with a soft hum when her hand cups the back of your head, keeping you there and a shaky moan slips past her lips.

your fingers slide in and out of her cunt with vigor, her body curls more into yours with each thrust, and her face heats up more and more at the obscene sounds falling from both of you, and between her legs. she doesn’t have it in her to be embarrassed, not anymore. a long time ago she would have been, but you treat her with care and love, she never had anything to be embarrassed about with you.

clinging onto you with all her might, vi blinks away the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes and throws her head back with a guttural moan. a moan that has you grinning against her cheek and locking her lips in a brushing kiss.

teeth clash, lips smack, and vi really tries to keep up with you, keep up with your movements, she really does but the way your fingers feel inside her, fucking into her with more precision, she pulls away with a gasp and her lips part against yours. not really kissing, but more so for the closeness you both share. “you’re so cute, especially the face you make when you need to cum.” you smiled and pressed your forehead against hers.

blushing at your words, vi bites her lip, her eyebrows furrow cutely and you can’t refrain from kissing all over her face, eliciting another soft giggle from her while her hand reaches up to cup your face. “i love you,” you whispered, leaning into her touch.

vi tenses and your lips are quickly back on hers when she cums. you swallow the soft whines and whimpers that fall, and her hips still continue grinding, fucking herself on your fingers and riding through her orgasm as her fingers almost break skin on your neck. “really wanted to know how long it would take for you to cum just by me saying i love you,” you admitted with a soft smile once you pulled away and rested your head on hers.

“stop,” vi grumbled but whimpered in defeat when you’re carefully removing your fingers from her. slick covered fingers grip her chin, and your eyes darken when her lips suddenly wrap around your thumb. “i love you.” she grins before sucking.

“you’re gonna kill me.”

[littlelamy]

rafe asks you out

warnings: no warnings

lamy's notes: i'll post a couple requests tomorrow!!

rafe leans against the doorframe like it’s a throne, all loose-limbed arrogance and a smirk that could melt steel. the afternoon sun cuts across his face, sharp and golden, illuminating those striking eyes that always seem to be laughing at some joke only he knows.

"so," he drawls, dragging the word out like he’s savoring it, his voice smooth as sin, "when are you gonna stop pretending you’re not into me?" he tilts his head slightly, his lips quirking higher into that cocky grin that makes your heart do something embarrassing.

you blink at him, caught between irritation and… whatever the hell that flutter in your stomach is. "excuse me?" you manage, though it comes out less biting than you’d hoped.

he steps closer, the smell of him—clean skin and expensive cologne—invading your space like he’s already decided you belong there. "oh, don’t play coy," he teases, his tone laced with mock disappointment. "i see the way you look at me. you think i’m hot, don’t you?" he says it like it’s an undeniable fact, like gravity or the sky being blue.

heat rises to your cheeks, but you cross your arms, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a flustered response. "you’re ridiculous."

he chuckles, low and warm, the sound curling around you like smoke. "ridiculously charming, maybe," he counters, closing the distance between you in a few smooth strides. his confidence is maddening, but it’s also… magnetic. he stops just shy of touching you, his voice dropping a notch. "admit it. one date. that’s all i’m asking. one night to prove i’m worth all those stolen glances."

you scoff, but it’s weak, your resolve cracking under the weight of his gaze. "and what makes you think i’d even say yes?"

his grin deepens, and he leans in, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him. "because you haven’t walked away yet," he murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin, making your pulse trip over itself. "and because you’re curious. admit it, you want to know if i’m as good as i look."

there’s a challenge in his voice, a dare, and it’s infuriating how tempting he makes it sound. your lips part to fire back some sharp retort, but he’s already straightened up, stepping back with a smirk that says he knows he’s won this round.

"think it over," he says casually, turning to walk away, his hands slipping into his pockets. he glances back once, his grin as cocky as ever. "but don’t take too long. good things don’t wait forever, sweetheart."

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[ell6ied]

blue lock men as love island contestants

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

pairings: (separate) sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rensuke kunigami, oliver aiku, ryusei shidou x f!reader

sae itoshi

i’m so undecided about this man. i feel like he could be either a lover boy or a heartbreaker.

like i can see him either coupling up and not even batting an eyelash for a bombshell, or he’s literally getting to know every single bombshell, keeping you constantly on your toes.

either way, i can see twitter going crazy once he enters the villa, love island producers knew what they was doing putting the itoshi siblings in the same villa.

it’s definitely one sided beef though, he doesn’t entertain his brothers side comments about him during challenges and even tries giving him girl advice on occasions 😭

is so unbothered by the challenges, especially the twitter one. this man couldn’t care less about what the public had to say about him or his girl.

he always makes sure to be so half assed about them too, never putting in full effort because he thinks they’re ridiculous.

i can imagine him telling you to stop embarrassing yourself on tv for a silly challenge.

after his clip plays on movie night, he’s genuinely confused why you’re mad about it since it happened 2 weeks ago.

you can’t tell whether he’s being manipulative or oblivious.

i feel like he’d also be that one boy telling the rest of them that if they’re not exclusive they shouldn’t hold back on getting to know the other girls, ESPECIALLY during casa.

doesn’t understand why you think it’s a big deal that he said that since he was still being loyal to you. twitter keeps calling him a red flag.

despite everything though, i feel like he’d also be the guy to have your back in any argument you have, but making sure to correct you where you went wrong in private.

rin itoshi

idc what ANYONE says this man is a lover boy.

he locks in with one girl (you) and stays loyal the whole show even with you having ups and downs, you both always make it through and the public just love you both.

i feel like he’d be the first bombshell to enter the villa and the girls are ALL OVER HIM. like when miguel entered the villa on love island usa and the girls just kept pulling him away 😭

he gets so mad when he sees his brother walk in as a bombshell a week or so later, definitely causes sm drama to the point the public are divided 50/50 about who’s side they’re on.

literally so competitive in challenges and games, especially couple ones.

he’s always stressing at you to pick up the pace so that you both can win, which gets him clowned on twitter.

you both end up winning though.

lowkey gets into beef with the boys on movie night since his clip just showed him talking shit about them all 😭

he def hated casa amor too, refusing to kiss the girls for the challenges, causing the main villa to win the points. also sleeps outside on the day beds, looking at pictures of you on his phone.

yoichi isagi

obviously an og. i feel like he’s also the type to find you early on and settle. though, i can see him still getting to know the bombshells, he just thinks they don’t compare to you in the slightest.

is the maid and chef of the villa. always the one to clean up after people. he’s also the first boy to make breakfast and coffee for his couple.

overall, he’s very sweet to all the islanders, he’s like the main boy all the girls come to for advice and a shoulder to cry on when their couple has done them dirty.

however! we know how this man can be and when he gets jealous omg, the villa absolutely kicks off.

i feel like everyone watching got so surprised when they saw him turn into this territorial guard dog over you when a new boy tried kissing you.

so yeah, all the bombshells kinda left you alone after that, which he was definitely pleased about.

lowkey gets rinsed in the twitter challenge and genuinely doesn’t understand the publics beef with him.

“i don’t even get that jealous.”, the rest of the islanders just keep quiet.

i feel like during casa he wouldn’t be completely innocent but he wouldn’t do anything bad enough to cause you to break up with him, just him having little flirty chats which definitely get shown at movie night.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, especially the couple ones, like your both notorious for being last place each time.

meguru bachira

this man would be so sweet and cheery, definitely the comedic relief of the group. i feel like he’d be on the og lineup.

but i can see him being an accidental heartbreaker, like he’s in a couple and during casa amor there’s this one girl who shows him so much attention and he’s missing you so much so he shares a bed with her and gives her a kiss outside a challenge 🫣

i feel like it’d get exposed during movie night or during the casa recoupling when he comes back alone and one of the girls expose him.

surprisingly brings everyone watching to tears when he’s apologising, begging on his knees for you to forgive him.

definitely becomes a huge thing on tiktok and twitter like kordell and serena after casa.

eventually he makes it up to you, and the public seem to love you both even more, landing him in the final 4.

seishiro nagi

he’s such a sweetheart but i can see him being a bit of a slow burner. i feel like he’d struggle opening up and showing affection to the girls which cause them to fall back on him.

like if you want him you’d definitely have to play the long game, but i don’t think he’d entertain anyone else so i guess there’s some benefit.

when the both of you were a new couple the public definitely made so many comments thinking he was so uninterested in you until they see the unseen bits and see how much more affectionate and loving he is with you.

i feel like that would also be what’s highlighted during movie night, like a conversation with isagi where he’s telling him he’s not sure if he feels a connection with you yet. you can tell it was when you was both just getting to know each other but he doesn’t escape the foul side eye you give him.

during casa i feel like he’d talk to the girls so condescendingly 😭

like, production make him join the conversations with the girls and he says the most backhanded things to them, causing isagi to snicker at him while the girls just look all confused.

hates challenges so much. he tries a bit harder for the couple ones but you always end up getting second to last place.

“at least i’m not as bad as isagi.”, he’ll say when you roll your eyes at him after he miserably failed yet another challenge .

renuske kunigami

oh everyone would love this man.

i feel like he’d struggle finding a connection at first until he’s at risk of being dumped and then you, a bombshell walks in and just completely clicks with him.

such a romantic type, i feel like the islanders would let you and him get the chance to go to the hideaway first.

even after going to the hideaway, he remains so respectful, even though his mind is going crazy with the lingerie you wore for him.

is also weirdly good at challenges. seems to know who all the questions are about, even if it’s a guess.

during movie night he just sits there munching on his popcorn, watching the boys get exposed while he knows he’s one of the only boys getting a peaceful night in his couple.

this man also despised casa. it’s the only thing him and rin really bonded over. he was also sleeping on the day beds but i feel like he’d kiss in challenges if he hadn’t made you his girlfriend before casa.

probably the only man to not have any arguments or problems with his couple.

oliver aiku

this man is either hated or loved by the public.

can’t find a genuine connection for the life of him. he definitely comes in as a bombshell, and steals someone from their couple, then just keeps getting his head turned by every single bombshell that enters the villa 😭

he genuinely can’t help himself

always says, “i can’t put all my eggs in one basket.” or “do you wanna go for a chat?”

gets nervous when any of the boys talk to one of the many girls he’s pursuing.

i feel like at first people would have zero idea this man is a player, but then eventually the public just start getting sick of him, chanting on twitter to get him out next.

the boys take him as inspiration on what NOT to do.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, always gets them wrong and dreads every time a text comes through on someone’s phone, praying it isn’t a challenge.

ryusei shidou

he’s always getting into trouble with production, i feel like he’d end up getting kicked out after maximum a week for prohibited behaviour.

definitely gossips with the girls telling them what their couples have been saying behind their back, like this man is MESSY. i can imagine him saying like, “oh, yeah he’s definitely into the new girl, he was telling the boys how she’s his type on the outside.”

the boys absolutely despise him for this 💀 ESPECIALLY OLIVER.

gets awarded messiest islander in the awards ceremony night.

speaking of, i feel like he’d LIVE for the challenges, especially movie night or the twitter game. he wouldn’t even hold back on who he thought the tweets were about, which would cause drama after the challenge 🫢

in terms of coupling up, i think he will just go for whoever wants him, he doesn’t seem too picky. but once he gets attention from multiple girls his head is definitely turning and he wouldn’t care about how you felt.

gets absolutely rinsed on social media once he gets back home.

[kiesbrainjuice]

— SMELL THAT ! rintarou suna

➥ pr : timeskip!suna x fem!reader

➥ syn : your husband decided to prank you by doing this

➥ tw : wife reader, pure fluff.

➥ a/n : omggg I found this in my fyp it’s so funny lmao (am i alone?)

The day had started off quietly for you. Suna had left early in the morning to hang out with Atsumu and a few of his friends, and you used the peaceful hours to enjoy your book and relax around the house. After lunch, Suna finally returned home. He looked a bit tired but still greeted you with a quick kiss on the forehead before retreating to the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

You didn’t think much of it when he disappeared for a while, though you were amused at how his outings with Atsumu always seemed to exhaust him more than a full volleyball match. By the time the late afternoon rolled around, you had curled up on the sofa with your book again, completely engrossed in the story.

That’s when it happened.

Suna strolled into the living room with a furrowed brow, his movements deliberate, almost ominous. His tall frame loomed slightly over you as he stopped at the edge of the sofa.

“Smell that?” he asked, his tone sharp and accusatory.

You blinked, slowly lowering your book to look up at him. “No?” you replied, confused.

“Exactly!” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where is dinner?”

Your brows furrowed as his words sank in. For a moment, you thought he was joking, but his face stayed serious. You glanced at the clock—it wasn’t even close to dinner time yet. Still, his sudden irritation threw you off guard.

“What do you mean, ‘where’s dinner?’” you asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s barely past four! You just got home—what’s your problem?”

He crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m starving. I’ve been out all day, and I come home to… nothing? Nothing, babe?” He emphasized the last word, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.

You felt your face heat, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Excuse me? I didn’t realize this was the 1950s, and I was supposed to have a three-course meal waiting for you the second you walked through the door. If you’re hungry, you know where the kitchen is!”

“I work hard!” he shot back, his tone dramatic and theatrical now, though you were too flustered to notice it right away. “I play volleyball to keep us in this lifestyle, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked, your voice rising. You stood up from the couch, squaring off with him. He towered over you, but you refused to back down. “I do plenty around here, Rin! You think just because you’re tall and handsome, you can talk to me like this?”

He opened his mouth, but the moment you caught the faintest twitch of his lips—the beginning of a suppressed grin—it clicked. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Wait… what is this?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding your gaze.

“Rintarou Suna.” You folded your arms across your chest. “Is this one of Atsumu’s stupid ideas?”

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious expression crumbled, and a wide grin broke out on his face as he doubled over with laughter.

“Oh my god!” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “It is! You absolute idiot! I really thought you were mad at me!”

He was laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Babe, your face—” he wheezed. “You looked so offended—oh my god, Atsumu’s going to love this.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re the worst! I can’t believe you fell for one of his dumb ideas.”

“Come on, it was funny!” he said, straightening up and wiping at his eyes. “You’ve got to admit it was good.”

“Good?” you repeated, your voice climbing an octave. “You scared the crap out of me, Rinnie! I was about to start thinking you were misogynistic!”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was just a joke. You know I don’t expect you to make dinner every day. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You’d better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re making dinner tonight.”

“Done,” he said, grinning. “Anything you want.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Lucky and smart,” he teased, leaning back slightly to look down at you. “I mean, I could’ve married someone without a sense of humor—”

“Don’t push your luck,” you interrupted, glaring at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin still firmly in place. “Fine, fine. But seriously, baby, you should’ve seen your face.”

You sighed, shaking your head. But then your eyes landed on the sofa pillow, and an idea struck. Before he could react, you grabbed the pillow and swung it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Hey!” he protested, laughing as you swung again. “What are you doing?”

“You deserve this!” you said, chasing him around the living room with the pillow. “You and Atsumu are the absolute worst!”

He ducked out of reach, laughing so hard he could barely get a word out. “Okay, okay, I give up! Baby, stop—”

“Not until you apologize properly!” you yelled, whacking him again.

He caught the pillow mid-swing, towering over you as he smirked down at you. “You know you’re not scary, right? You’re, like, half my height.”

“Don’t test me, Rinnie!” you said, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight despite your half-hearted protests. “Okay, okay,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “I’m sorry. You’re amazing. I love you. And I’ll never prank you again—well, unless it’s a really good idea.”

You groaned, leaning into his chest despite yourself. “Oh hell nah.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

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[antinousletmehit]

Just imagen reader making a flower crown for telemachus (odyssey version) and convinced him to wear for the day (he's just going to take it off when reader isn't around cause he would maybe be lowkey embarrassed)

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Telemachus crossed his arms, glaring at the flower crown you had just finished placing on his head. The soft petals of pink and white blossoms rested awkwardly against his messy hair, a stark contrast to his usual rugged, war practiced demeanor. “There,” you said with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire him. “You look so adorable.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a scowl. “Adorable?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. “I’m not a child, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, already used to his grumpy attitude. “You’re not a child, but you are my lover. Which is why you’re going to wear that for the rest of the day. Promise me, Telemachus.”

He sighed dramatically, reaching up to adjust the crown that now felt like it was burning into his scalp. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do,” you said firmly, poking his chest with your finger. “You’re wearing it, and you’re going to look great in it. No arguments.”

“Fine,” he muttered, glaring at the ground. But as soon as you turned to leave, his face shifted into a full grimace. He tugged at the flower crown slightly, testing how easily it could come off. Once you were out of sight, he groaned and yanked it off his head, tossing it onto a nearby table like it was cursed. “What am I, some kind of garden ornament?” he grumbled to himself. “A flower crown. Of all things. Gods, she’s lucky I like her.”

For a moment, he stared at the crown, feeling the slightest twinge of guilt. But the thought of being seen by anyone—anyone—while wearing it sent shivers down his spine. He could already hear the mocking laughter from the men in the palace. “Nice crown, prince! Did your lover braid it for you? Going to battle with petals, are we?”

“Nope. Not happening,” he said firmly.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Telemachus carefully avoiding the room where the flower crown lay abandoned, all while grumbling under his breath about how “ridiculous” the whole thing was. When you returned later, the first thing you noticed was his bare head. “Telemachus,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Where’s the crown?”

He froze, guilt flashing across his face for a moment before he covered it with a haughty expression. “Oh, that thing? I, uh… took it off. It didn’t suit me.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped. “You took it off? After you promised me you’d wear it all day?”

“Well, yeah,” he said with a shrug, crossing his arms. “It was embarrassing. I’m not walking around looking like a floral bouquet just so you can have a laugh.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “It wasn’t for me to laugh at, Telemachus! I made it for you because I thought it would look nice on you! Because I thought you’d appreciate it!”

He flinched at the hurt in your voice, but his pride refused to let him back down. “Well, maybe next time make something less… humiliating.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “You know what? Fine. I won’t make you anything ever again.”

You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” For the rest of the evening, Telemachus sat in the quiet space, the flower crown still sitting on the table where he had left it. Every time he looked at it, he felt a twinge of guilt. Eventually, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I was a little harsh,” he muttered to himself, picking up the flower crown. When you returned the next morning, you found him sitting at the table, the flower crown perched on his head. He looked up at you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Look,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “I… I was a…bit rude… yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “And?”

“And… the crown isn’t that bad,” he admitted grudgingly, avoiding your gaze. “It’s actually… kind of nice.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you walked over and adjusted the crown on his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re groveling, Telemachus.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

[tateypots]

The Shower

18+ MDNI

Pairing : Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader (sorry no Tommy in this one).

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Ok so I'd like everyone to take a second to appreciate the amazing new Collared moodboard/banner (not sure of the correct terminology) that was sent to me as a gift by the completely wonderful @aurorawritestoescape/@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. I think we can all agree that it's totally awesome!

I'm so insanely touched that she took the time out to create something so beautiful for my story and I thought as a thank you I would drop an extra little Collared chapter.

When I was writing the last chapter (before the story got away from me and derailed all my plans) I actually drafted out a version of the shower scene that Joel tells Tommy about. And as the bare bones were already drafted I have fleshed it out to be it's own chapter. So this will sit between Surrender and Uncle Tommy's Mistake. I hope you enjoy.

Please note that the moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is never described past having boobs and a vagina.

Warnings: Non-con, dark!Joel, kidnapping, Daddy kink, talk of squirting (Joel not really having a clue how it works), restraints, joint showering, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m), cum eating.

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You awaken from your nap to Joel pulling out of you, your pussy aching at the prolonged stretch of having him inside you. A small whimper escapes before you’re even fully aware of what is happening.

“I know baby, I know. It’s a lotta cock for your little pussy to hold inside for so long hmm?”

You nod against his chest, still fully lying atop him “yes Daddy.”

Joel’s cock throbs at hearing that name fall from you with such ease after months of resistance. Before he can get carried away he rolls you off him onto your back on the bed and gets up with a groan.

“Need to clean us both up baby, you made a big mess,” he tells you, basking in the memory of your little pussy squirting all over him. He was surprised how arousing he’d found it. It was never something he’d given much thought in the before but fuck, how he’d enjoyed knowing he’d pushed you to the pinnacle of pleasure.

You pull your knees to your chest and tuck your head in, aiming to make yourself as small as possible, raw with vulnerability after finally surrendering yourself to Joel.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to,” you whimper, worried you’re about to get in trouble, “I don’t know what happened, I’ve never wet myself before. I’m so sorry Daddy, please don’t be mad at me!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, crouching down to tug your face up to look at him. “I ain’t mad at you baby, you made Daddy so happy with what you did. C’mere,” he sits on the bed and drags you into his lap. “You didn’t wet yourself baby, you squirted, you know what that means?”

You shake your head timidly at him as he strokes your arm and you sink into his embrace. He wasn’t entirely sure on the mechanics of it himself but seeing your confused little face peering up at him the urge to soothe you burned through him, even if he had to bluff a little in order to do it.

“Well, you know how wet your little pussy gets when Daddy’s makin’ you feel good? Well some special girls, like you, when they feel especially good, their pussies can squirt out some of that wetness. That’s why it made me so happy baby, showed me how much you were enjoyin’ yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to reply, not really sure what to make of what he was telling you, still unsure as to whether to be embarrassed or not. It had felt really good but you couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed by your body again. You had started to bare yourself emotionally to Joel, still a little scared and unsure but it seemed like your body was refusing to hold anything back. It would not keep any secrets from him.

He watched your face scrunch up as you contemplated his explanation. God he loved how innocent you were. You’d clearly led a very sheltered existence pre-outbreak and now he got to teach you everything you’d been missing out on. His cock throbs again at the thought.

He placed you back on the bed, getting up and disappearing into his room briefly and returning with the key to your collar.

“Come on baby, lets take a shower, get all cleaned up.”

He kept a hand tight around your bicep as he unlocked you. It’s not really necessary, there’s no way you’d attempt anything. You couldn’t beat him in a fight. And even if you were fast enough to slip away from him you wouldn’t survive long outside, naked in the freezing temperatures. And that’s without the added complication of also managing to slip past Tommy. But Joel refuses to take any risks with you after all the progress he’s made so his grip remains tight and bruising.

Guiding you into the bathroom he sits you down on the toilet, closing and locking the door behind him before turning on the shower head and waiting for the water to heat up. Once it was warm enough he guides you under the stream before climbing in after you.

You relax in the heat of the water, enjoying the comforting patter of it on your skin as Joel hastily washes himself behind you. Before long you feel his big soapy hands on you, making sure he captures every inch of skin on your back half before pulling you back into his chest to reach around you and repeat the process over your front. His hands linger on your breasts, squeezing and massaging softly before tweaking the nipples. You moan at his ministrations, pangs of arousal shooting to your core, so pleasurable despite your poor, abused pussy aching with every pulse and throb. You feel Joel harden behind you as his hands drop lower. He pushes your top half against the wall, bending you slightly at the waist and takes the shower head from the bracket to rinse off your seam. This is typically the point of your shower that whichever brother has the job of washing you would fuck you hard against the tiles. You brace yourself for it but instead Joel replaces the shower head and kneels behind you, planting a kiss on each ass cheek before spreading them to inspect your pussy.

“She’s all red and swollen baby. She sore?”

You sniffle out a quiet “yes,” hoping he’ll take pity on you. And he does in a way.

“Don’ worry baby, Daddy’s goin’ to kiss this all better.”

Before you can even question what he means he starts placing soft little kisses on your pussy. You startle at the contact, a shocked little cry escaping you.

“Daddy what are you doing?!” you gasp, unable to fathom why he would want to put his mouth on you there.

“Mmm baby, Daddy needs a taste of you,” he mumbles into your folds, continuing to leave kisses around your entrance and over your lips.

“Daddy it’s dirty!”

“Ain’t dirty baby, bet you taste so fuckin’ sweet. It’ll feel good baby I promise, just trust Daddy k?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before slowly easing his fat tongue inside you, swirling it around before retreating and pressing in again. You can’t deny it feels incredible but you can’t help but feel uneasy at this new form of debauchery you’re being introduced to. Your head spins, the pleasure and the anxiety at war within you.

“I was right baby, you are fuckin’ delicious,” he babbles before pushing into you again.  

He slowly tongue fucks you for a few minutes and in the recesses of your brain you register how tender he’s being, how careful he is not to worsen the ache caused by his cock. He’s being kind to you. That thought alone has your heartrate soaring.

He withdraws his tongue from inside you and kisses his way down to your clit. You moan at the sensation of his tongue gently laving over it, swirling around it in ever decreasing circles before starting the maddening circuit again.

When he feels your clit start to throb under his tongue he starts alternating his little licks with softly sucking the swollen nub between his lips. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build within you. He can see your poor little pussy clenching around nothing and with a shudder and a cry you come for him. His tongue abandons your little bundle of nerves when he sees your arousal starting to leak out of you. He gently circuits your entrance before easing the hot, wet muscle back inside of you, careful not to waste a drop of your sweetness.

With a groan and a final kiss to your clit Joel detaches himself from your pussy. Standing he turns you to face him and pushes you to your knees. Gripping his angry, leaking cock in his massive hand and stroking it with urgency.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out baby.”

You hesitate for a beat before following his instruction. He growls at the sight of you on your knees for him, mouth ready and waiting. He can’t wait for the day he can sink into the wet heat of it. But he’d promised Tommy. Promised that Tommy’s cock would be the first in your mouth. This would have to be enough for now.

With a moan his balls tighten and ropes of his hot seed spurt over your face and tongue. You try to flinch away but Joel catches you with his free hand keeping you in place

“Keep that tongue out baby, be a good girl, stay right there.”

With a grunt he finishes emptying his balls on your tongue.

“Ya look so pretty all painted baby,” he tells you as he gently rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, smearing his cum over your skin.

“Now, swallow.”

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[ang3lmoans]

There was an abundance it seemed of what was happening in Garam’s mind. Angel could see he was conflicted and turned on. He stayed quiet as he typically did allowing his best friend space to speak. But also Angel was conflicted himself. Seeing the man before him turned on and flustered his imagination ran wild. Those red cheeks would look so good if — Angel scuffed and shook his head attempting to shake the thought out of his head. Everything about Garam turned Angel on. And now that he got taste he was hooked. Hearing the desperation in the others voice was making his lower half twitch. He was showing his excitement and refused to conceal it. Hearing Garam refer to himself as not being a good boy Angel was ready to jump that very second. Instead he licked his lips with his gaze burning a hole through the man. It wasn’t intentional but Garam was driving him wild. “All I’m hearing is that you need to be punished” Angel finally spoke barely above a whisper. He didn’t bat an eye when Garam changed the subject to food. He was ready to eat but it wasn’t pancakes. Even the way he was sitting was driving him insane. How could someone be this cute? However, Garam had a point. Angel had no idea when the police would release Axel. Not wanting to risk his retaliation he knew it was best to get their day going. “While I’m cooking you hop in the shower first.” Angel offered as he moved forward cupping the man’s cheeks. Caressing his cheeks as he looked down into his eyes, “By the way I don’t think you are a sex addict. It’s been a while since someone focused on your pleasure. It’s only natural to want more” he leaned down and kissed Garam. Carefully moving his mouth over Garam’s allowing his tongue to gently push against his lips begging for access. As their tongues massaged together he let out a low moan making sure to savor Garam. Wanting him to think of his kiss all day. After a minute or so the man pulled back and released him, “Shower. Meet me in the kitchen when you are done” Angel climbed up and grabbed his shorts from the floor and slipped them on before he disappeared from the room. He held back but Angel needed to get away from Garam quickly. He couldn’t let on how badly he wanted him. Angel didn’t want to scare off the man with his sex drive. But also was trying to tread lightly not knowing how his body would react going into something like this so quickly. Angel let out a shaky breath as he walked to the kitchen mumbling to his length to go down. “We aren’t ready. Go away” he groaned in a whispered as he tried to focus on breakfast hoping for the best. He began whipping up the pancakes which didn’t thankfully distract his mind enough. Angel also didn’t want Garam to think he was a sex addict either. But their sexual chemistry was undeniable. Add that to their chemistry in general, Garam would have to prey Angel off of him if given the chance. It didn’t take long for the pancakes to be made. He enjoyed cooking for Garam. Taking care of him and making him feel wanted in the apartment was his top priority. Angel took everything Garam said to heart. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to misunderstand his intentions. It seemed Garam was working through some things that Angel didn’t particularly understand. They were best friends and spent so much time together but now he was worried he would smoother him? Or annoy him? He couldn’t help but think about Garam’s shitty ex. All he could think was he really didn’t a number on him. What type of shitty boyfriend would be embarrassed by someone they claim to have feelings for? Angel made a mental note to be mindful of how he treated Garam even in anger. And to watch how he worded things. He really wanted whatever was happening between them to be more than a rebound. As Angel finished the pancakes he placed them on the table and checked his phone as he waited. Multiple text messages and calls from Darius which he chose to ignore. He would handle that cluster fuck another time. Today Angel only wanted to focus on Garam. He sat quietly at the table scrolling through his phone.

it only made sense, to garam at least, that he'd worry about disturbing anybody's peace. he was my boyfriend and i had to worry about annoying him. the words garam thought but didn't dare actually verbalizing. he'd already eluded to axel enough, he didn't want to directly speak of him and risk ruining the air between himself and angel right now. he was also afraid of angel possibly being hurt by the fact that garam was thinking about his ex in a moment like this. "just tell me if whatever i'm doing bothers you." at least if he found out early on, he'd know how not to behave going forward. "and i mean anything. if i snore too much when i'm asleep or if i chew too loud, talk too loud, or breathe too loud." the last one was a habit he only found himself doing when his focus was intense while gaming, something he had to break himself out of since it was commented on a lot pretty early on in his career. but outside of his fanbase, nobody else had found the sound of his breathing to be bothersome. it took him a moment to gather the courage to drop his hands from his face and, when he did, his cheeks were so red. he was beyond just embarrassed, especially after angel continued to question him. everything after good boy essentially went in one ear and out the other without his brain having the chance to process what was said to him. he was only pulled back to reality once the other tugged at his earlobe, a soft moan leaving his lips snaping his attention. then most of angel's words began to register, his brows beginning to furrow as he instantly moved his hands to his lap to provide himself what little coverage his hands could give. "you can't say things like that to me." he whispered, shaking his head. it just wasn't fair, anybody could get garam to do whatever they wanted with the smallest amount of appraisal. even if it wasn't necessarily in a sexual or physical context. his gaze dropped down to his own lap, brows furrowing even more as he grew frustrated with himself for getting turned on by those words; good boy. he really did want to eat breakfast with angel, he wanted to go out shopping together and just spend the day with him. but his body wanted something more than that, more than what was already given to him. garam looked back to up angel, doing all that he could not to look as desperate as felt he was to be touched by the man again. "i don't want you to think i'm some sex addict or anything like that, because i'm-i'm not." but how could anybody believe that when angel had gotten him hard, in some sense, three times now in less than a twenty four hour timeframe. maybe it was because it'd been such a long time since he felt excited for something as simple as physical touch, knowing that there was true emotion behind angel's words and his actions weren't driven by the desire to come by any means. "you've always been so careful with me, you've always gone out of your way to care for me. how am i not supposed to be turned on by you? emotionally—" he felt guilty, knowing that others could see that garam used angel emotionally before he had the chance to realize it, himself, "i'm so sorry for having done this to you. i mean, i'm sure you've had lovers in the mean time but waiting and watching the things i've done, how i've behaved, who i associated with... i'm not a good boy, i shouldn't be rewarded when i've been so bad." he slowly moved his hands away from his lap, letting them fall from his thighs to rest on top of the mattress on each side of his calves; his fingers grasping at the material below them. "we should eat," he blurted out, thinking if he changed the subject quick enough, angel wouldn't have a chance to process what he'd said and respond. "you're hungry and i'm hungry. and-and there's a lot i have to buy and i don't want to be out too late... you know, just in case." the last thing he wanted was to risk running into axel and have their day together ruined.

[k9divine]

knotting with werewolf vi perchance?

fem reader x pathetic werewolf vi

cw ; really short, overstimulation, knotting, breeding kink, vi being in a ‘rut’.

“gonna, ugh, knock you up. fill your pretty womb with my puppies. make you a momma.”

vi’s been wanting to do this for fucking ages. cock buried in you all the way up to her inflamed knot, swelling as time passes, aching to be buried in your sweet pussy. sharp teeth gnaw at the back of your neck to leave a plethora of love bites behind, claws biting into the swell of your hips to yank you back onto her. forcing herself deeper.

“ya gonna take, huh? f- fuh-cking, take it.”

she can feel the heat in her belly, the coil waiting to snap. shes trying her hardest to be attentive; to let you cum first like the good mate she is.

then, her pace falters. ears flattening against the blackened roots of her hair, she lets out a low howl into your ear before she’s stuffing you full with her seed. huge knot forcing its way in and locking your bodies together in the most intimate way possible.

you whimper, but it’s no match to what violet’s doing.

she’s practically drooling all over you, eyes partially rolled back as she tries to buck herself deeper. the curve of her dick bullies against your g-spot, hot walls clamping around her girth to make it almost impossible to move.

you’ve never knotted before, until today. she’d been bitching about, bothering while you work, even pleading. violet does not plead.

..until today.

“can you f- feel me?” she croaks, tongue rolling over your cartilage before sucking it into her mouth. desperately trying to find something to distract herself from the constant ejaculation. her balls and damn near empty by now, and her knot still hasn’t deflated. not even she thought it would go on this long.

“d-does it, uunf, does it feel good for y-you? ah.”

her fingers reach down between your legs to rub trembling circles against your clit. breath momentarily stolen away from you.

“it feels fine, vi..” you sigh, face smooshed into the pillow in front of your. you can feel your own orgasm building, the tingling sensation between your thighs forcing you to rock back against her. and was just about to pull out.

“you don’t have to..- mmm.”

her knot had went down, and she was overstimulated as hell. but, she couldn’t let you got to sleep without relief. refused to.

so, swallowing the sob that’s definitely clawing up her throat, she thrusts back in. wanton cry fresh on her tongue as you clench down against, her pace sloppy but enough to get you going.

tears fall from her lashes and onto your spine, forehead resting limply against your back as she fucks you with her softening cock. her tail is wagging now, overjoyed that she can finally feel you coming around her, clit pulsing against her fingertips.

“oh, violet..” “hm.?”

your body melts into the mattress, liquid bliss dripping onto the sheets, making it even more messy than it already was. soft groans and sighs filling the air.

it’s then, in the afterglow of it all, you realized you hadn’t pulled out.

“violet?” you call out, raising your head to look back at her. looking like puppy who just got caught in the cupboard. “what’s wrong, honey?”

“i, uh.. i just don’t want to pull out, yet.” she mumbles, tail still wagging, although nervously this time around. what a cutie.

“that’s fine, just.. lay down with me, hips ache.”

her face warms with embarrassment as you laugh at her, maneuvering yourself into your back so she can lay against your stomach, face buried between your breasts.

tonight was definitely worth it.

[flo-zoinks]

How would the gang react if you reveal ur a time traveler

Okily dokily!!!!

HOW EACH RDR2 GNG MEMBER WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING A TIME-TRAVELER (MY OPINION)

This is VERY vague. So I'm going to imagine this scenario you're from 1920 USA with lots of inside info on the vld gang cuz theres more I can do w that lol, and a person similar to John in terms of age/likeness/physicality. Imagine this is aprx chap 2.

Arthur - probably not have many questions really, just ask you why you'd come to this time of all times (he thinks you're stupid)

Hosea - only asks if John finally left with his family, and if everything actually does fall to bits. Doesn't really care for asking how he dies himself - In fact he doesn't want you to tell him

Dutch - Immediately asks if he dies for an ideal, or if he becomes someone of great reverence post mortem. When he doesn't like the answer he says he can't be kept by the lines society has decided for him so will disobey and flee "like Cain was once he was shun"

Reverend - says you're either deep in substances or have demons in you. Insists you must be a satanic lunatic and leaves with his head up. Later drunk he reveals he worries you're real and asks if God ever gives him a chance

Pearson - "heh...lemme guess...I'm in the books..ain't I?" "Ok you're lying though"

Sadie - asks when she will die and see Jake, and (if before this) asks if she gets to avenge his death

Charles - questions only on the land, and if the colonists finally destroy all of it by then, and on behalf of the natives. Otherwise tells you he's not interested in what will be otherwise

Micah - knows he's in the history books, so just walks off trying to be nonchalant. "Then I guess you know who I am.." (hes really close and breathing quite loudly)

Abigail - forgets herself to bombard you with questions about Jack and John, if they ever move away, if Jack grows up proper and they live till old. She starts sobbing after

Jack (1907) - wants to know if he becomes a writer, then whilst embarrassed quietly asks if his Father stays for real this time. Later tells you about a book he read with a similar premise. Your answer makes him quiet and hee doesnt speak for a while

John - Can't even think of what to ask, so just says like "ok- do-" then says he'll get back to you when he has something good to ask. Later: "wait-wait I got a good one... (some stupid question about future inventions)"

Trelawny - "I am a magician, too! I suppose we are both similar as such.." however he gets too freaked out and goes back to his family for a while

Javier - IMMEDIATELY only wants to know about the Mexican Revolution; was it successful? Did his family live? Does he return to Mexico? He refuses to believe your answer about him in Mexico in 1911 working for the government, insisting he would never pick that over his own life. Refuses to believe John would be the one to kill him, too. Angrily storms off after threatening you if you spit lies like that again (even if you proved to him ur fr)

Bill - gets scared of you thinking you have some other powers too, but then tries to toughen up and look unafraid. Demands, asks to know if becomes respected and feared in the future. Air punches when he hears he runs his own gang, then just looks straight up HURT hearing John kills him (trying to mask it) "But why wouldn't we be friends?"

Uncle - "you should be well aware then...of when the Lumbago gets to me.. where in the history books is that?"

Molly - quietly asks if everyone grows to like her (very embarrassed). She gets silent after your answer and goes to sit far away in camp for a while. Dutch later says to you that "you better not have put her in some mood"

Karen - says shes too sober for this, promptly grabs a drink and tells you she doesn't have anything to ask, but wishes she did. Avoids you afterwards fearing she was too open with you then.

Tilly - asks if she has a run-in with the foreman boys again. Otherwise then that she asks what cool things have been invented since

Mary-Beth - fascinated by future books, and asks if you have a novel from the future you could show her. She doesn't believe she could ever be a writer so doesn't ask.

Grimshaw - thinks you're a freak for coming here, saying "we are doing just fine! She does inquire about her girls though, if they all do well. She grows very strict with Karen there on, but also nicer

Sean - "do I become the big dog of the camp? Replace ol' king Arthur? Hahaha" a string of random questions , giving you no time to answer each one. He actually walks off before you can answer them thinking of more questions

Lenny - starts thinking if its okay to know about the future before responding, if theres no consequences, or if we as people should be able to. Decides he's better safe then sorry, and asks camp to be responsible. Dutch and him debate this

Kieran - asks if they finally accept him, and if the O'Driscolls come back. Grows very anxious at your response and spends the day cleaning the horses whilst trying to gather his thoughts to act upon.

[33max]

3 times GP uses the force to speak to Max | 1000ish words of padawan max and master lambiase ✨

“Max,” Gianpiero sighs, “would you mind?”

It takes Max a moment to understand what his Master is talking about, Max hadn’t been doing anything… copiloting is boring and he had completely zoned out while Gianpiero navigated them around the fourth moon and into the nearest hyperspace lane. Max was just daydreaming about getting back to the temple and finally having his own quarters, away from his Master, where he could- oh.

“Sorry,” Max blushes, looking over at his Master and shifting in his seat uncomfortably. He can suddenly feel where the leather belts are digging into his shoulders and his groin.

It’s embarrassing how often this happens. He shares a strong training bond with his Master, as most Padawans do during their Jedi training. They can share thoughts, feelings, and even images across the bond when they concentrate – Max both loves and hates it, especially when GP insists on cracking the most ridiculous Dad jokes directly into Max’s brain in the middle of briefings from the Jedi Council.

Max does try to shield his personal thoughts from GP, but he’s not very good at it yet. His peers seem to have mastered this skill, and his Master worries that Max is not practising enough. GP is probably right, Max is very good at shielding from others, but his bond with GP is too strong… when he shuts it out it feels like part of him is missing. So he doesn’t shut it out.

“It is okay, Padawan,” Gianpiero smirks, “It has happened to us all.”

“It doesn’t happen to you,” Max groans. His Master never shares anything without intending to.

“No,” Gianpiero laughs, “but that is because I practised shielding from my master, Max.”

Max glares at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gianpiero says, calmly. “You need to practice.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t like it. I like having you there.”

“I know, Max, but it is an important skill that you must learn before you can become a Jedi Knight. Not to mention I do not want to be sent indecent thoughts of Padawan Leclerc while I am flying.”

“You could have let me fly,” Max says, shaking off the embarrassment of GP witnessing some of his more lewd daydreams.

You can fly when you practice your shielding.

Max frowns. “Fine.”

—————

If there is one thing that Max knows he’s good at, it’s lightsaber combat. He knows all of the lightsaber forms well, he can fight in any of them, and he knows that he’s the best in his class. Padawan Leclerc is very good, especially at Djem So, but Max refuses to lose. Especially to Charles because Charles is good at everything. Even hyperspace theory. All of the Masters love Charles.

Anyway, Jar’Kai comes naturally to Max. And he’s not just good at it, he’s the best.

The first time he had tried Jar’Kai, he knew. He felt it in the force. He didn’t even have to think about his next move, his body already knew it, and the force hummed around him pleasantly.

He was practising Ataru with his Master, and Gianpiero had looked at him, tilted his head, and said “You’re fighting like something is missing. Maybe you should try a second blade in your left hand.”

And then Gianpiero was handing across his own blade for Max to try.

“Are you sure?” Max asked, holding his Master’s weapon so carefully. The hilt was still warm from where Gianpiero had been gripping.

“Of course,” Gianpiero laughed. “Come on, let’s set up the training droid.”

The moment Max ignited both blades it felt right. One orange blade and one blue, glowing in each of his hands. He had found his lightsaber form, but it was not just that, holding his Master’s ignited blade he felt like he was two halves made whole.

“It suits you,” Gianpiero commented as Max took his opening stance against the training droid.

Guess we found your form.

Can you feel that, Master? The force…

Yes, Padawan. I can feel it. ——————

“This sucks,” Max shivers.

It has been three days since their ship crashed in the middle of fucking nowhere on an ice planet of all things.

He is sick of being cold. He is sick of having to light a fire to defrost ice to have water to drink. He is sick of eating ration packs. He can’t feel his toes. He wants to go home.

“Sharing a tent with me or being stuck on Hoth?” Gianpiero asks, amused. He’s way too relaxed for someone who might freeze to death soon.

Max doesn’t blame his Master for the crash, not at all, very few star pilots could have avoided being shot down by the seventeen vulture droids that the separatists had sent to ambush them. He just can’t help but be irritated at his Master’s inhuman ability to stay completely calm and level-headed about their current situation.

“Both,” Max says, curling up further into his sleeping bag and turning his back on his Master. This isn’t the time for jokes.

“Max…” Gianpiero says, “Someone will come for us.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I can feel it.”

“You said that three days ago.”

“And I was right three days ago.”

Max lets out a frustrated scream into his stupid too thin and slightly damp pillow. He is sick of waiting for a rescue that might not be coming.

Padawan, come here.

“No.”

Max, you’re cold. Come here.

“I am not cold,” Max says stubbornly, even though his teeth are chattering.

“Padawan,” Gianpiero sighs. You don’t always have to be so strong, part of being a Jedi is being able to acknowledge what we are feeling and be vulnerable before letting that emotion go.

Max’s eyes water. He’s fine.

His Master must feel Max’s misery in the force, because the next thing Max knows he is being force-pulled, sleeping bag and all, into his Master’s arms.

It startles a laugh out of him. “Master!”

I’ve missed this, you’ve not snuggled your old Master in years.

I’m too old for this.

You’re never too old to be comforted, Max. Remember that.

[strawbearyxx]

꒰୨୧◞ 。some namgyu hcs⠀.ᐟ

~~how he acts when he likes you~~

no nsfw !

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⟢ he will never ever tell you he likes you, you’re gonna have to figure that out yourself

⟢ refuses to make eye contact, even when talking to you

⟢ looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching

⟢ will make a lottt of kind gestures hoping you get the hint (you don’t)

⟢ always messing with his sleeves when he’s around you, def making sweater paws

⟢ lowkey suuuper awkward but it’s cute

⟢ whenever you talk to him he gets really red— you always ask him about it but he just says “n-no, i’m not!! why would i be blushing right now anyway…” while looking away

⟢ absolutely hates it when thanos calls you “señorita”

⟢ will definitely call him out on it— says “you know she’s not into you right? it’s obvious” while getting visibly jealous

⟢ has to hold himself back from being touchy with you

⟢ one time, he put his hand on your arm without thinking and when you looked at him, his eyes widened and he apologized profusely— “ah.. i’m sorry! it was an accident i swear! don’t hate me!” while you reassure him that it’s alright

⟢ always vents to thanos about how embarrassing he is around her

⟢ tries to partner up with you during mingle (but gets too nervous and ends up going with thanos instead)

⟢ has a hard time controlling his facial expressions— will be smiling staring at you without even realizing

⟢ convinces you to vote o just so you guys are on the same side

the end~~

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[theamarischapter]

He's Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 02; denial

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 1.5k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: you both refuse to give in to your dumb friends’ teasing. beomgyu doesn’t even know where this shipping stuff came from! he never told anyone about his crush on you, not even his best friend. and without that, he’s moved on. he doesn’t like you anymore. his heart belongs somewhere else, and it's not like you want him, eiether. how annoying...

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

Beomgyu’s been quite irritable lately. It’s weird, honestly. Kai has never seen his best friend so…distant. I mean, since the day you all ate lunch together, Beomgyu seems kind of distracted. The teasing has settled but he refuses to even mention your name at all. He’s in one of your classes, but he seems to avoid your gaze and keep interactions short. It makes sense, you think; things are going to be inevitably awkward considering the fact that every word, every glance, every moment is being scrutinized and made sense of by your friends.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Beomgyu hates this. He’s mostly confused, but also a bit annoyed. Why has all of this started so suddenly? It just brings back bad memories. It brings back the part of himself he’s been trying to bury since freshman year—the insecure, quiet loser in the corner of the classroom whose eyes, which hid behind overgrown bangs, focused on you.

He, honestly, thought he could be in love with you. He wasn’t though, no way. He couldn’t even muster the courage to speak to you, so he couldn’t have known you well enough to love you. Still, being in your presence made his heart race and his ears burn. His chest would tighten and swell and his stomach would flutter and he wouldn’t be able to focus, instead occupied “fixing” his hair for the umpteenth time; you deserved his utmost effort. Since he was young, he thought you were pretty, but never paid much mind to you. It was the first day of 8th grade when he walked into math class and you waved with a small, kind smile that he really saw you. And, well, he was a goner after that.

He began to notice the gentle flutter of your pretty eyelashes whenever you’d look down at your paper. A small crease would form between your brows when you were confused and you’d push your lips into a cute, concentrated pout as your eyes scrutinized the paper. Then, the answer would come to you suddenly and you’d nod to yourself in understanding. When you were bored, he’d see you across the classroom folding a sticky note into a butterfly, smiling softly to yourself. He’d find himself smiling, too, before feeling embarrassed and looking away. It was always like that. He’d hear you laughing with your friends and feel urged to laugh too. Your laugh was contagious and bubbly. It was gentle and sincere, giving others confidence in their humor. He’d longed to be by your side. To have your attention and validation. Maybe he was a loser, maybe he was insecure, but if he could just get you, he’d be okay. Everything would be fine and perfect.

He contemplated many times if he should ask Kai for help, but never did. In fact, he never told Kai—never told anyone—which makes the current predicament all the more confusing. Did someone know? Was he obvious? Was it a coincidence? Either way, he got over his feelings by now. He forced himself to do so once he was disillusioned by your charm. He realized that despite being your cousin’s best friend and despite going out of his way for your attention, you never truly acknowledged him. He felt like an alien. Like he was a little ant reaching for the moon; It was stupid to ever entertain the thought of you, so he moved on and accepted that he was nothing. And since high school started, he’s been better than ever. He’s changed himself into someone he can be proud of. He’s confident, more outgoing, and more passionate about his hobbies. More important, however, is that he’s completely over you.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

He sits beside Kai in their shared history class, the sound of mumbled chatter filling the room. The teacher had given the class time to work on their assignment, allowing them to work together quietly (which was emphasized) if need be. The bright, fluorescent lights shine brightly overhead, illuminating Beomgyu’s soft, concentrated features. He hums in thought, slouching in his seat slightly, arms resting atop the wooden desk.

“I think you should give y/n a chance,” Kai whispers suddenly, lips pulled into a smug smile. He leans into Beomgyu’s space, his imploring gaze analyzing the subtle shift in Beomgu’s expression. He senses the upcoming rebuttal from Beomgyu and quickly explains. “I mean, you have nothing to lose!”

Beomgyu sighs, a little exhausted, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. His brows furrow and he focuses narrowed on the empty worksheet in front of him. His lips purse as he slowly shakes his head. In a quiet, sincere tone, he replies. “I don’t like her though.”

“But you could! If you gave her a chance,” Kai refutes quickly, earning a small huff from Beomgyu, who rolls his eyes and slouches in his seat a little. Kai isn’t wrong, per se, but it’s not something he’d like to entertain. Or, more accurately…

“I can’t.” He replies, looking down thoughtfully. He holds a pen, spinning it carefully between his fingers as he hums in thought. There’s a hint of hesitation, his ears turning a faint shade of pink before he looks back up at Kai. “I don’t want Yeji getting the wrong idea.”

Yeji? As in…cheerleader, class president Yeji? Things seem to click for Kai—Beomgyu’s been so bothered, so defensive, because he likes someone else. He has the urge to feel a little offended at the fact that his best friend hadn’t mentioned his feelings sooner, but it’s no matter now.

“You like her?” Kai asks, head tilting inquisitively. His eyes hold a curious wonder that encourages Beomgyu to explain. There’s a beat of silence, interrupted with the quiet rustle of fabric as Beomgyu shrugs. Kai interprets it as a resounding yes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, I’m trying to keep things chill. But none of you are helping.” Beomgyu sighs, a tinge of annoyance in his tone—not necessarily directed toward Kai, just at the situation.

He was determined, since the start of the semester, to finally make a move on the girl who’s caught his eye since freshman year. Well, let’s be honest, she catches everyone’s eye, but Beomgyu’s feelings had developed through small gestures and interactions. She’s friendly and easy to get along with, but also competitive and high-achieving. Not to mention her looks, which are unreal. Long, dark hair frames her round face. Her skin is soft and glowy, always looking perfect no matter the circumstance. She has a cute smile and pretty, elegant features. She’s, at least in the curated perspective of a rather whipped Beomgyu, perfect. He could care less about any supposed flaws, because in his opinion, they only add to her desirable image.

He thinks his chances are pretty okay…ish. They’ve only gotten worse with all the shipping. Truly, he’s quite annoyed with the whole ordeal and has pinned the blame on you. He doesn’t want Yeji thinking he’s off limits or something. Even if he were to tell her that it means nothing, he’s afraid it might turn her away from him. So, that’s why he’s been so defensive everytime someone utters that dumb ship name. Just last week, he got so annoyed with Soobin that he temporarily blocked him…

He’s serious about winning Yeji over. Apparently, they’re “talking” (he seems to use the word pretty loosely…), and things are going well.

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After much reflection, you’ve landed on the conclusion you knew since the beginning. You absolutely do not want Beomgyu. It’s nothing personal against him! He’s just, decidedly, the complete opposite of your type—from what you remember, at least. You don’t know him too well, but you remember him being more introverted, and the same amount of nerdy as Kai. He plays guitar, but doesn’t do any sports or participate in any clubs. The only thing you can give him is that he’s pretty funny; he always seems to have perfect timing, even if the jokes he makes tend to be odd or immature. And, around his friends at least, he’s not as quiet, but still…

You prefer guys like Choi Yeonjun. Athletic, popular, confident. Not to say that Beomgyu isn’t confident! You’re sure he is, but there’s something about the way Yeonjun carries himself that draws your attention and forces you to admire him until he’s out of sight. He walks with a natural comfort, as though nothing in the world could knock him over. He’s not humble, no, he parades his achievements around with confidence. He’s hot and he knows it. He’s the star player of the basketball team and he’s not afraid to admit it. Yet, despite that, it never feels like he’s putting anyone else down. He’s kind and quick to pick others up, he treats everyone equally. And something about all that is insanely attractive to you. Beomgyu’s cool, but he’s too soft, too quiet, too much of a loser.

It’s clear now: you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you. That’s that, and your friends can all stay in delusion land if they think you two would ever get along as more than friends...

Well, like...he could be worse, right? Maybe if you’re desperate, you’ll give him a chance.

a/n: not much interaction this chapter, mostly background stuff and setting up for future chapters. trust!! next chapter things will start kicking off !! a bit of forced proximity i suppose...but not too forced. hope you enjoyed this one, though. comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thanks for your support :)

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previous: chapter 1

upcoming: chapter 3 - your friends manage to trick you into hanging out together...you'll kill them for this!!!

[fandomnoire]

five more minutes

a/n: idk i just woke up thinking about nuzzling against patrick’s thigh like a cat

(there's no smut just some suggestion; also i wrote this super quickly after an embarrassing amount of time of not writing so thank you for your attention!)

You half-breathe out something that could be Patrick's name as you stir slightly at the momentary din of his alarm cutting through your bedroom before he silences it. You’re vaguely aware enough of him to nuzzle against his face when he kisses your cheek, clinging to him – and to sleep – a little tighter. He buries himself against you, his arms wrapping around you, his long legs tangling with yours. He's still barely awake as he holds you against him, his heart warm at the way your body instinctively curls into his, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. He sighs in contentment, his eyes closing again as he holds you against him for a long moment.

It takes every single ounce of willpower he has in him to pull himself from the softness of your embrace but he’s supposed to be meeting his trainer for a run. He reluctantly untangles himself from you, even as he aches at the loss of your soft skin and the curves of your body as you seemed to melt over him. 

You make a noise of protest as he pulls away, disrupting the perfect cocoon the two of you had created together in the blankets. Even half-asleep your body registers his absence with keen clarity as you're shifted by his moving and left with an empty place where he had been. You wake more fully a moment later, blinking sleepily, mouth down turned when you realize that he’s pulled on a pair of trackpants and is currently in the middle of pulling on a t-shirt. "Come back to bed," you whine, your voice hoarse with sleep. You fold yourself forward to lay in the space where his body had been as you lazily clutch the sheet to yourself.

His resolve nearly breaks. He’s hardly known for his self-restraint and he has been embarrassed to realize that he’s particularly weak-willed when it comes to you. "I can’t, baby."

Though he’s already crossing back to you.

You may be drowsy but you manage to look rather pleased with yourself as he sits next to you on the bed and kisses the crescent shape of your bent body left uncovered by the sheet – your side, the faint ridge of your ribs, your back, your shoulder, your neck.

You murmur out a contented sound and shift, curling further to lay your head on his thigh, the muscle firm and yet soft under your head – the perfect pillow. He strokes a hand through your dark curls and you think you’d purr if he asked you to.

"You're making this difficult," he complains without malice or annoyance.

"Just kiss me good morning," you say in the sweetest voice you can manage and you know that you’ve got him on a leash right now. He shouldn't. He shouldn't just give in this easily. But how can he deny you anything?

“Okay,” he tries to grumble but then you shift up onto your knees and let the sheet slip away from your bare body as you lean up, your arms wrapping around Patrick's neck as you pull him in closer. And then he’s helpless at the feel of you, soft and warm under his hands, the softness of your breasts against his chest. 

He knew this was a trap.

"Five more minutes?" You negotiate, your lips against his as you refuse to completely break the kiss.

His eyes close in resignation. "Fine," he groans, his voice low and husky, "Five more minutes."