#it's really not that emotional at all but damn that got me just a little bit

[napofawhalien]

This was so depressing, and that's a compliment because your writing made me feel every thing that I was supposed to, as if I was going through what both of the characters were. But when you said angst you meant pure ANGST and I was not prepared! Like I genuinely need to go and read something soft and happy now because my heart just got trodden on repeatedly reading this (in a good way) 😅

It's actually sad how much I related to this story and it brought up so many memories and emotions lol you really hit the nail on the head with this, pen game so strong. Here are some highlights I made on my ereader while reading:

"I don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you, and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!"

–as if he can't fathom why you'd be upset. as if he's not watching you break down in real time. You captured this perfectly

maybe he'd find someone to change for someday ... but for whatever reason, you weren't her.

what did he get you for your birthday again? anything?

each word feels tailor-made to slash at his heart. I really liked this line

Seeing her happy and treated right by Taehyun after all that though 🥺💓

I swear I got the best chills when she used his words back to him! Because I was feeling what both sides were feeling I was conflicted between satisfaction and my heart sinking, but I think my vengeful side won a little bit because damn, that was good!

i know it's over | oneshot

read the alternate ending here!

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you

summary: you love beomgyu — you truly do — you just wish he loved you back, but after a particularly humiliating night in which he shows you just how little he cares, you finally decide enough is enough. enter kang taehyun, a sweet boy who's the polar opposite of beomgyu; but while you begin to develop your relationship with him, beomgyu realizes exactly what he's missing.

genre: ANGST, romance, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end

warnings: toxic relationships

word count: 7.3k

notes: repost/rewrite of one of my first works (formerly titled: to know him is to love him, and i do) THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING, YES the best friend's little brother!beomgyu au won the poll but i'm so hesitant to post it because i hate it so i thought i'd post this for now until i'm able to edit the other work enough to where it's not an actual eyesore.

you're tired. really tired. exhausted, even, as you stalk through the doorway of beomgyu's apartment. you practically tear off your coat, letting it land harshly on the living room floor with a slight thud. beomgyu rolls his eyes and picks it up with a sigh before hanging it up on the rack.

"i told you it was nothing. why are you freaking out?" he asks flatly.

"she was fucking you with her eyes, beomgyu!" you exclaim in frustration.

"and that's my fault how?"

"it's not your fault, but i'm sick of you entertaining women, let alone your actual fucking ex, while i'm standing right next to you!" his ex is just another fish in the barrel, or at least that's what he says, but the thought that they were intimate together at one point still makes you feel sick. truthfully, your boyfriend is handsome, so you've spent the better part of the past 10 months warding off the women who circle him like vultures. you wouldn't mind as much as you do if he seemed at all interested in helping you do so, especially when faced with his ex that you suspect he still has feelings for, but he does not. quite the opposite, actually. it's like he thrives off of the attention and, god, it hurts. 

"i'm not entertaining anybody. i told her i have a girlfriend now," he, well, you would say argues, but it's said so nonchalantly it doesn't warrant the term. 

"a girlfriend you proceeded to ignore while she hung off of your shoulders and laughed all night! i just don't understand how you don't understand how much it hurts my feelings. i'm a human, too! how would you feel if my ex, who was very clearly interested in me, hung around me right in front of you?" and it's like you're explaining empathy to a child. 

"me? i wouldn't give a fuck because it's not that serious," he replies with a slightly irritated shake of his head. 

it's always like this. always. you're always the one who cares more between the two of you. you were the one who asked him out in the first place. you were the one who initiated your first kiss. your first fight. hell, even your first reconciliation. you're not stupid, you know he doesn't feel quite the same way you do, but he has to feel something, right? otherwise, why would he say yes to you when he's rejected so many other women? your brain hurts trying to wrap your head around it all.

 "you're missing the point! if you were me, you would—" you begin frustratedly, but you cut yourself off. "you know what? i don't even have the energy to explain this to you. i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you, and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" you all but shriek.  

"you don't have to do shit, just leave if you're that fucking unhappy," he spits out angrily, which is the first real emotion — besides mild annoyance —  you've seen out of him this entire conversation. he gets impatient when you're like this, which usually results in you relenting, but not tonight. you're far too hurt to let go so easily.

"you're right! i am unhappy! i just — why don't you care that i'm unhappy? what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" you have a brave face on but you can feel your eyes getting hot and your voice trembling ever so slightly. 

"you could try not being so damn needy, maybe that'd help."

your eyes redden even further and your lips unintentionally twist themselves into a sour frown. you hate it when he calls you needy because you do need a lot from him, it feels like. his time. his care. his attention and affection. yet you never seem to get it.

"do you not love me? like at all?" you ask. all of the venom in your tone has been sucked out mercilessly and you sound more helpless than angry.

"do you not realize how fucking crazy you sound?" he scoffs as if he can't fathom why you'd be upset. as if he's not watching you break down in real time. 

"why won't you give me a straight answer?" you question, voice softer than it was before.

he does nothing but scowl, and that's enough of an answer as it stands. he doesn't care. never has. probably never will. 

"then why'd you even say yes to dating me?" you truly don't understand. you thought you were different. you thought he saw something in you he didn't see in his harem of other suitors, and trust that there were many.  

"i dunno. i was just bored, i guess," he answers with a shrug and your world as you know it collapses. the man you love sees you as nothing more than a way to kill time. he's picking you up right now just to toss you away when the next shiny toy presents itself, and so far, you've let him drag you around because you love him — that's how much you love him — but looking at him now, at how unbothered he is, you wonder if you've even got anything left to give.

"i really do love you," you manage to squeeze out with a bitter smile. your poor heart is on display for the naked eye to see, and it seems like he really couldn't care less, but that won't stop you from asking: "does that mean anything at all to you?" 

"well, i'm sorry you feel that way," he says simply, "but that's not my fucking problem."

your heart sinks to your stomach and you feel like you're going to throw up. in this moment, as you watch the love of your life dismiss you like you're a fucking dog begging for scraps of food, you feel an overwhelming sense of clarity as you realize he doesn't love you. he doesn't even like you. he probably hates you, actually. like a mental montage, every moment in which he showed you that exact sentiment plays all at once in your head.

all those times you let him choose everything from movies to dinner because the idea of a compromise was inconceivable. all of those occasions, special and otherwise, where you were supposed to go out on a date, but he'd bail without a word and you'd forgive him with no apology. even something as menial as when you'd offer him your share of dessert because he ate all of his and you knew he wanted more, and he'd take it without so much as a thank you. how you'd sit and listen to him tell stories about how amazing his friends were, but he'd never even ask about your day. when those same friends would jokingly call you the perfect girlfriend, and you thought it was an indication of how good your relationship was, but in reality, it was a way to tease him because the thought of actually being with you was so abhorrent and ridiculous that it must be a joke. nobody likes a desperate girl, after all. all those times you told him you loved him and he'd just smile and kiss you deeper. memories like these flood your brain with a vengeance so cruel it makes your head ache, and in a way, you realize it's ridiculous to be surprised when there was so much proof of his feelings in the first place.  

"oh. okay," you say with what you hope is a soft and unbothered laugh, but comes out more as a choked one. "i guess there's nothing left to say. i'll get my shit and go." 

you hesitate for a few excruciatingly awkward moments before collecting yourself enough to start gathering your things, which are scattered haphazardly around his apartment from his bedroom to his bathroom. it's like a walk of shame, almost, and you feel even shittier when he plops down on the couch with a long suffering sigh as he begins to massage the bridge of his nose. you feel so small in this moment — like a petulant child who just got done throwing an unsuccessful tantrum — and you're now soaking in the sobering aftermath and sitting with the thought that he just watched you have a meltdown like he was watching a monkey putting on a show. how much more is he going to humiliate you? enough is enough, you think, so before you can actually finish collecting all of your belongings, you're scurrying out of the apartment. before you go, you glance back at him one last time. 

"beomgyu?" you ask tentatively, tears clouding your eyes. 

"yeah?" he replies with a sigh. this is it, you think.

"i don't want to see you ever again," you say firmly. before he can reply, if he ever intended to in the first place, you slam the door. 

-

there's a lot to love about beomgyu. for one, he's handsome, which is obvious, but he has a certain allure you could never help but be drawn in by. he's always been a charming man, but even more so when he's talking to a woman he's interested in. as interested as he could be, that is. he's funny and comically pompous when he wants to be, but still somehow down to earth despite it all. 

he's been described as a mood-maker, and while he grew to resent that term, you thought it was at least partially true, if only in the context of your relationship. when he's sad, you're devastated. when he's happy, you're over the fucking moon. his feelings are your whole world — or were, you guess, since all that's over now.

it wasn't all bad all the time, you think. there were times where you thought he really might reciprocate even a fraction of what you felt for him, and most of the time, that was enough. you could work with that. love looks different for everyone, you would reason. maybe he just had a funny way of showing it. 

there were days where you'd laugh together and end the night lying in each other's arms while you'd cradle him like he was the most precious thing in the whole world because, to you, he really was. he was normally so boisterous when with his friends, but while he would never admit it to anyone else, he'd tell you about some of his insecurities while you gently combed your fingers through his long, silky hair. he'd speak of regrets and longing for people to take him more seriously. he'd never say it, but he wanted people to see you like you saw him. the real him. you'd let him cry while your hands cupped his cheeks and you'd shush him while he fiddled mindlessly with your hair like a child. you'd kiss the tip of his reddened nose until he laughed instead of cried. times like those, you'd really think you were someone special to him, but now you realize you were wrong. you were just an outlet for him, and anyone willing to be an emotional dumping ground would do the trick, too.

after a few weeks of moping, your sadness has begun to morph into anger and resentment. you spent nearly a year of your life trying to make an emotionally stunted man care about you, and that's not even counting the years of pining over him before you finally worked up the courage to ask him out. it was difficult to see it in the moment, but after being away from him for so long, it's crystal clear that he was honestly just an asshole who didn't really like you. nothing more, nothing less. maybe he'd find someone to change for someday, maybe he'd even work things out with his ex, but for whatever reason, you weren't her. that's just the way it goes, you guess. what really bothers you are the "what if's" of the situation. what if you were prettier, or smarter, or kinder; would he have seen you for who you really are? would he have grown to appreciate you if you had given him more to appreciate? 

either way, there's no use crying over spilled milk now. you won't be going back to him any time soon, and he certainly won't come crawling back to you. you'll continue to think of him less and less until your time together fades into a distant (and unpleasant) memory. you smile at the thought.

-

the first time beomgyu realizes just how impactful your absence is, nothing in particular happens. it's a regular tuesday night a week or so after your "breakup" and he's bored out of his mind. he showers, listens to music, texts his friends and makes himself dinner, but something is missing. 

as he sits on his couch, he realizes what it is: you. right about now, you should be pestering him to hang out and showing up on his doorstep to watch a movie. he'd roll his eyes at first, but eventually relent as long as he got to pick the movie, of course. he wouldn't say it, but he'd actually enjoy glancing over and seeing your reactions. you were comically expressive and every twist and turn of the plot had your eyes bulging and mouth agape, turning to him for confirmation that he was seeing the same things you were. when you watched inception for the first time, it absolutely rocked your world.

he's alone, but he puts on a movie, anyway. every so often, his head turns to the side with the corner of his mouth raised, but you're not there to give a reaction. he should be used to your absence by the third twist, but he still finds himself subconsciously turning to you throughout the rest of the movie. when the credits roll, he's half expecting to hear you chatter on about how crazy it was, but it's silent. the only time that would happen would be when you'd accidentally drift off in spite of how engrossed you were. you'd try to fight it off like a stubborn kid, but would succumb by the final act. he smiles at the memory before shaking his head in disbelief. what's wrong with him? 

moments like these plague him more and more frequently, but the most notable one is the night before his first day at a new job. he briefly talks to his friends about his excitement, but he's too embarrassed to divulge just how anxious he is. times like this, he'd come over and complain for however long he needed. you'd sit and nod, asking questions during his pauses to encourage him to continue, always adding appropriate and thoughtful commentary. 

his thoughts wander to how you're doing alone. you really love him, it seems, so he can only imagine how you're faring without him. he wishes you hadn't blocked his number so he could at least ask how you are. maybe you'd even tell him you miss him. not for the first time, he begins to wonder if he pushed you too far this time around. you've gotten angry and given him the silent treatment before, sure, but you've never blocked him and you've certainly never done it for so long. 

he looks you up on instagram for the first time since your breakup. he's not terribly surprised when he sees he's blocked on there too, but all it takes is a switch to his photography account, which you had forgotten to block, to see what you're up to now. 

the first thing he notices is a picture of you sitting outside with an ice cream cone in hand, sun encircling you. your smile is beaming and your eyes are crinkled and he can almost hear your giggle through the screen. the caption reads "ice cream date with my best friend!”

he scrambles through his memories to try to remember a time in recent history when you two did something similar, but he comes up blank. what he does recall, though, is you mentioning a new frozen yogurt place you wanted to visit with him for your birthday. he nodded in response, but he knew he wouldn't go with you, opting instead to get shitfaced with his friends. in retrospect, maybe you knew it, too. he had checked his phone the next morning and saw he had at least half a dozen missed calls and well over a dozen texts from you. when he finally texted you back, you took almost a full 5 hours to respond, which was uncommon. usually, you'd text back within minutes. it occurred to him later on that that was your version of the silent treatment, and it amused him that you could only hold out for a few hours. he honestly found it kind of cute. 

he remembers what you did for his birthday. how you had secretly invited his friends over to his apartment to surprise him after an especially shitty day at work. he came home to an elaborately decorated apartment and all of his favorite people greeting him. he remembers how happy you looked when he opened up your present to him, which was the guitar he had always secretly wanted but could never quite justify buying for himself. you were so excited, any spectator would think he had gotten you the gift of your dreams and not the other way around. you were practically buzzing with excitement when he pulled you in for a kiss. his friends had whooped at the display of affection, and you giggled shyly at their reaction. what did he get you for your birthday again? anything?

he spends days pondering over this and similar circumstances, which eventually turn into weeks upon weeks. what starts as a nagging feeling that he may have gone too far in his neglect for you becomes guilt and anxiety. he recalls just how torn up you seemed the last time he saw you. to be honest, at the time, he was mostly just irritated. but he never thought you'd actually leave. all he can see is that awful look on your face when you finally ended everything, and all he can remember is the fact that he put it there. he knows in his heart that he has no right to feel this way, but he feels it all the same. 

-

you would have never imagined you'd actually like somebody other than beomgyu, but taehyun makes it as easy as possible given the sticky circumstances. you met at a club your best friend dragged you to, both you and taehyun had to remain sober (designated drivers, of course) and ended up having a surprisingly engaging conversation amidst the blaring music and strobe lights. after that, the rest is history. 

he can tell you've been hurt before, but he gently coaxes you into opening up as you spend more and more time with him. you're afraid of being overbearing and coming across as a lovesick puppy again, but taehyun is gentle and seems to enjoy your attention and affection, even if he's a surface level tsundere. more than that, he actually reciprocates it. 

do you still think about beomgyu? of course. do you miss him? well, you'd never admit it to a single soul, but the way you see him in everything has to be an indicator that you do. it's getting better, though. more bearable. 

a month or so into your relationship, you post about taehyun for the first time. you don't know why you're so nervous about announcing to the world that you have a boyfriend again, but happiness overwhelms your fear when you're met with nothing but positivity. 

-

beomgyu is shellshocked, to put it mildly. the picture of you and your so-called boyfriend is sickly sweet. it's not over the top or anything—just a candid of you in a café holding hands with him while looking over the same menu. the caption is nothing other than a heart and squirrel emoji (why?) and both he and your best friend are tagged. his finger jumps to the boy's profile and he sees the same photo. he scoffs at the cheesiness of it all, but his heart aches at the way all of your friends have commented on the post expressing their happiness for you — they had never approved of him for reasons he's only now beginning to understand.

you always defended him in front of your friends no matter what he did or didn't do. you'd "comfort" him after your friends said something snarky and explain that they just didn't understand him. you'd say that if they knew the real him, they'd see him differently. at the time, he'd scoff and say something along the lines of "i don't need for them to see me differently because i couldn't give less of a fuck about what they think”. you'd be hurt, of course you would be, but you'd never say so.

more and more, like an outsider looking in, he can see just how awful he was to you. it's to his horror that he realizes this must be the case for you, too. the chances of you getting back together with him seem slimmer and slimmer, especially now that you've got that pretty boy on your arm. your words echo in his mind as if to haunt him: "what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" leave, apparently, and don't look back. 

he can't keep living like this. 

-

a knock on your door is all it takes to ruin your night — you had actually had a really good day up until now. you and taehyun had gone on a breakfast date and napped together until he had to leave in the afternoon, so you're humming now in contentment while applying your nightly skincare, thinking relentlessly about the boy you think you might be starting to love. it feels different from the love you felt for beomgyu, but in a good way. you still think about him and wonder how he's doing, but you always derail that train of thought with a god-given force previously unknown to you. he doesn't care about you, you chant to yourself — it's almost like your daily mantra. in the midst of your thoughts, you hear a knock on the door. you smile widely when you surmise that it's probably taehyun again. you don't realize just how big your grin is until it drops. 

standing before you is not your lovely boyfriend, but the man who made you question whether or not you were even lovable in the first place. he has a small smile on his face, and if you were to look a little more carefully, you'd notice that he actually seems a little nervous. 

"hi," he says, breaking the silence. his heart is racing a mile a minute, and potential scenarios battered his mind the entire way here. what would you do when you saw him? smile? he could handle that. cry? he could also handle that, even if he didn't want to see your tears. what he is not prepared for is the blankness of your features when you ask: 

"what are you doing here?" 

his smile falters almost imperceptibly.

"i, uh, i just wanted to see you." you're merciful enough to give him a nod of encouragement to continue. "a-and i wanted to tell you that i haven't stopped thinking about you for the past few months, and that i, um, i think i'm finally ready to be with you," he finishes with a shaky breath.

you're quiet for a moment and squint your eyes as if you're deep in thought.

"but i thought you were dating someone now? your ex?"

"i'm not!" he says almost a little too quickly.

"i heard you were," you counter, not quite believing him. you heard he had been seeing his ex from one of your friends who happened to live in her apartment complex. she had seen his car in the parking lot a few times in the last couple of weeks and had no reason to lie to you.

"w-well, i've seen her a few times, but not seriously. i — to be honest, i was just trying to get over you, but i've finally realized that i can't becau—"

"so, just to make sure i understand, you're not over me so you're seeing her?" his eyes widen in shock before his head hangs in shame as he realizes exactly what he's done and how he must look to you right about now, but you're not finished. "isn't that what you were doing with me?" your voice is low and indifferent, but each word feels tailor-made to slash at his heart. "wow, i guess some things really never change, but don't worry, i'm sure once she moves on, you'll finally see the good in her instead of me," you spit out.

"can you listen to me? please?" beomgyu is so ashamed he wants to die. he fumbles for the right words, but when he accidentally makes eye contact with you, they die on his lips. he wishes you would give him time to process what you're saying and mull over what to respond with because you always knew he was bad with words, but he supposes he lost the right to your patience a long time ago.

"you want me to listen to you so you can fuck with my head until the next person rolls around?" the latter words are strangled by the tightness in your throat, and he can't help but wince. when he thinks it's over, you continue. 

"nobody has ever made me feel as small as you have. i hated myself because of you," your lip trembles and before he can say a word, you're raising your hand to shut the door.

"wait, wait, wait! just let me say this," he pleads as he gently grasps the doorframe. "i... i love you." he almost thinks he hears you gasp, but he's too busy looking into your unreadable eyes to know for sure. he has never said anything like this to you before. you're completely silent for a few moments before breaking the tense atmosphere.

"j-jesus, i mean, i guess i just don't know what to say," you sputter and his eyes alight with what looks suspiciously like hope. "except maybe that... i'm sorry you feel that way?" you finish with a sardonic smile and a roll of your eyes. before he can respond, which he actually intends to do this time around, you slam the door in his face.

-

if you were to ask beomgyu if he loved his ex mere months ago, he'd say he didn't know for sure, but probably. they ended things rather messily, which seems to be a trend for him, but if he really thinks about it, he doesn't know what he liked about her after all. if he had to pinpoint it, he liked the thrill of the chase and the idea of never knowing how explosive things would inevitably get between the two of them. he liked the toxicity. only now does he understand that that wasn't love at all, but some sort of sick game of hurting and being hurt he doesn't want to play anymore. he doesn't want to hurt the people around him, especially not you, but it would appear that that sentiment has presented itself a little too late. 

there's always been a lot to love about you. always. you're so kind and so incredibly patient, at least with the people you love. you're thoughtful and intentional with your words and actions. you're not perfect, but you try your best to be a good and fair person. and you listen. like, really listen. the kind of listening where you're not just waiting for your turn to talk, but the kind where you genuinely want to know what the other person has to say. even if he didn't know it at the time, beomgyu always did love you. was it in the way you deserved? obviously, with the way things are now, it's perfectly clear it was not. 

even if he does bump into you, it's completely pointless. you made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with him. the last thing you said to him echoes in his head with an unspeakable viciousness. 

"i'm sorry you feel that way." he didn't realize just how cruel those words were until they were falling from your lips instead of his. he didn't realize just how cruel he was in general. 

he ponders over how succinctly you summed up your entire dynamic:

"i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you, and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" to be honest? he doesn't understand why you had to do that, either. 

contrary to what one might suppose about him given his overall shitty personality, he had actually had a pretty good go at life. he was innately able to make the world sit and watch him go, and he wouldn't let anyone forget it. but what should he do since you don't want to watch him anymore? what should he do since you don't want anything to do with him anymore? 

as he sits in the extremely uncomfortable chair of his new least favorite bar, he's confronted by this truth over and over again. he's not completely sure why he's even here — he hates this place, but he remembers you mentioning you liked to come here. in hindsight, there's no doubt that that was a way to hint that you'd like to come with him, but what use is it to recognize it now, after all this time? 

not much, apparently. or at least that's what his conscience is telling him. he should leave, he thinks. he should stop coming here every night hoping he'll run into you because it's wrong to make you uncomfortable when you've said in no uncertain terms that you don't want him anymore. he should, he should, he should. and he will, really. in just a minute. that's what he tells himself, but he just watches the door as he gets drunker and drunker, still.

he's on the brink of literally passing out when he hears a sound he'd recognize anywhere: your laugh. he actually thinks he's hallucinating just because he wants to hear it so fucking badly, but it takes the sound of your voice to convince him it's real. you're actually here. he's incredibly drunk, so the idea of being tactful escapes him. he can't miss this chance.

-

you try, and try, and try some more, but you can't seem to forget beomgyu's last words to you. he loves you? you scoff at the idea. does he even know what love is? it doesn't feel like it —  truly, it doesn't. if that's what his love feels like, you'd rather not feel it at all. 

that's what you keep trying to hammer into your head along with the idea that you're doing well, and you are doing well. seriously. things with taehyun are better than ever and you can really see yourself building a life with him. everything feels so pure and brand new. your feelings for him may lack the intensity that you felt with beomgyu, but that was years in the making, so it's only fair that you nurture the love that's blossoming between the two of you while smothering out the embers of what used to be with beomgyu. it's only right, right? it should be, but the way you're so torn makes your head spin.

so you decide to go to your favorite bar and forget about everything for the night. it's been a long while since you've let loose, and you're excited. you're surrounded by your friends and you're ready to let go. it's only when you excuse yourself to get some fresh air that you realize fate has other plans. 

when you're walking to the curb to take a seat, you feel a tug on your elbow and whip around. 

"who —" you stop dead in your tracks as your eyes meet with beomgyu's misty ones. the ones you used to love so much. 

"hey," he says weakly.

"what do you want?" you seethe while harshly yanking your elbow from his grasp. his lips purse and even in the dim lighting outside of the bar, you can see his eyes water even more. he's always been such a baby when he's drunk. 

"i just wanna talk," he pleads. he sounds so out of it and looks so pathetic you almost feel bad for him. almost.

"i have nothing to say to you," you reply coldly. 

"but i do." he sounds desperate to a degree that you sincerely never thought you'd hear.

"what, are you gonna tell me you love me again?" you retort with a roll of your eyes. you're obviously being sarcastic, but all he can think in his drunken state is how pretty your eyes shine even when they're impatient to look away from him.

"if you're not gonna say anything, i'm leaving," you snap, turning away, but beomgyu is awoken from his daze and gently pulls you back.

"n-no! i mean, yes. i love you, b-but that's not what i wanted to say."

"well, what did you want to say?" you ask, tone laced with annoyance. 

seeing that you'll actually give him a chance to hear him out, he scrambles for a moment before clearing his throat. he’s so anxious that you can see his hands shaking as he wrings them.

"i just want to tell you that i’m sorry. i know i��ve said it before, but i want you to hear it again, and i’ll tell you as many times as it takes for you to believe me. i want to make it up to you — i really do — and i know that i can change. i'm — i just miss you so much i can't stand it. i-if you don’t feel the same way, or don’t care, or however it is, i understand; but i meant it when i said i love you, and i mean it now when i say that i'm so, so fucking sorry," his voice cracks as he finishes and hot tears threaten to find their way down his face. 

"beomgyu..." you begin, not really sure what to say. what is there to say? and any hope he has of being with you is almost extinguished when he sees how much you pity him in this moment, but he'll hold on for as long as you'll let him.

"you said you saw the real me. you know i'm not all bad, right? i'm a piece of shit, but i can't be all bad," he pleads, tears now streaming unabashedly from his eyes. maybe if he can just find the right words, you won't leave him.

"beomgyu," you sigh, "i've never thought that about you. i know you're not all bad," his face perks up at this and he's tempted to bury his face in your neck and sob in pure relief. the pain he's been feeling for the past few months is about to be over because you understand him. always have. even though he's like this, you can still see the good in him. just the thought alone is enough to fill him with pure ecstasy. he goes to close the distance between the two of you to pull you into his embrace, but you gently place your hand on his chest before he can come any closer.

"thank you for telling me how you feel, beomgyu, but if you think you can fix everything with a few words, you're delusional." his face crumbles at this and a sense of panic and dread pools in his stomach.

"w-what? b-but you said —" 

"i know you're sorry, and i know you'd probably try to make it up to me if i let you, but that's not enough. you really hurt me, okay? and it's just, you know, i'm finally happy now, and i have taehyun. i really like him, beomgyu. and he really likes me," you say with a fond smile, as if you're thinking of taehyun right now, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. 

"it's okay," he smiles bitterly, tears still flowing freely. "i... i understand. i just want you to be happy. i want you to be so happy. you deserve it."

"but..."

"go back in," he sniffles. "you don't need to stay here with me anymore." he swipes at his eyes with his sleeve and tries to send you off with a smile, but it's so forlorn, you wish he'd just keep frowning.

"... okay." you turn away, and even though he told you to do it, he can't help but feel an even bigger lump in his throat now that you're actually listening to him.

"beomgyu?" you say softly, before you enter the door. 

his damned heart can't help but flutter again against his will. 

"yes?" 

"don't wait for me anymore, okay?" and he knows you’re being kind, but it feels so final, it hurts more than any hateful words ever could. he should agree, but the ugly and selfish part of him refuses to lie, so he just shakes his head and waves you off. his love is ugly and his heart is broken, but it's still yours to have. 

"I'm sorry," he murmurs again to nobody but himself as you enter the bar.

-

“tyuuunn,” you whine into your phone’s speaker. you can’t tell how it's been since your final conversation with beomgyu, but now you’re drunk and all you can think about is taehyun. about his kindness, how happy he makes you feel, and how much you want to give him all of that in return.

“what is it, baby?” he coos. even in your inebriated state, you can hear the smile in his voice and it makes you wanna smile, too. 

“miss youuu,” you groan. he laughs at your childishness, and you can feel just how much he’s doting on you. it’s a relatively new feeling, being cared for like this, but it’s one you welcome with fervor.

“let me pick you up from that stupid bar so you can stay the night. how’s that sound?” 

“mmm, hurry up,” you pout, and he just laughs again. god, you’re gonna feel so embarrassed by your neediness come tomorrow morning, and he can’t wait to tease you. 

taehyun is so eager to see you, he almost gets pulled over twice while making his way to the bar. he just can’t wait to see how cute you’ll look in his arms, all whiny and grumpy and begging for affection; and he’ll baby you, like he always does, because you deserve it. when he had heard about your appalling history with beomgyu, he couldn’t believe how someone could treat a person as sweet as you so cruelly. truth be told, you do have a bit of a softer personality, but that only evoked the need to protect and cherish you in taehyun. he can’t fathom the idea that somebody would see someone so pure and decide to take advantage instead of nurturing that innocence. his friends keep saying he’s a sucker, and they’re probably right, but he’ll happily be one for you. 

he’s lost in his thoughts when he pulls into the parking lot of the bar you’re in, but his dopey grin drops the second he sees your dreaded ex stumbling away from the building. his face is red, and he’s feverishly wiping away tears and snot. taehyun is a smart man, so he can easily piece together what must have happened, but the thought that you were still thinking of taehyun in this moment comforts him. you had run into your ex, and instead of running back to him, you’re thinking of your new boyfriend. what a relief. taehyun has always known you were still a little broken up about your split with beomgyu. he came into this relationship fully knowing that, but he liked you so much, he really didn’t care. maybe it was rash of him, but he thought it was worth taking a chance. he thought you were worth taking a chance, and so far, he had been correct. 

he parks and stays in his car. if he were a petty person, he might ignore beomgyu and just walk right by him with his arm wrapped around your waist. taehyun, however, is a good person. so good, in fact, he waits for beomgyu’s friend to pick him up before leaving his car to find you.

when he enters the bar, he scans the crowd before he finds you sitting with your friends. your phone is to your ear and it only takes a few seconds for his own to ring. he smiles when he sees your contact photo (the one you both took on a date to your favorite frozen yogurt shop) appear on his screen. he rejects the call and watches you pout before striding over to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. you turn around with a scowl, but your features immediately melt, and you grace him with a toothy grin. you excitedly squeal and wrap your arms around him. he matches your enthusiasm as he peppers your face with kisses.

beomgyu, who has very unfortunately come back to get his phone, watches it all and it’s enough to make him nauseous. he’s in such a daze as he watches you two that he barely registers his own friend honking at him to hurry up. he sees the afterimage of you leaning into taehyun’s touch and accepts the fact that you’ve truly moved on and won’t be coming back. he replays the last conversation you had and he decides he’ll hold onto your words forever. they’re all he has left, after all.

-

you’re so used to taehyun’s apartment that even though you’re drunk enough to see stars, you’re still able to navigate it with ease. taehyun sits you down on his couch and kneels while removing your shoes for you. 

“so chivalrous,” you giggle. 

“anything for my princess,” he replies cheekily with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. 

“why are you so nice?” 

“because i like you,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“i like you, too.” you whisper while your face warms. your gaze becomes heated, and he cups your cheeks while gently guiding your face towards his. his touch is soft, and his lips? even softer. 

he doesn’t push for more. you’re drunk and vulnerable at the moment, so he graciously grabs some of his clothes for you to change into and waits for you to come to bed. when you do, you plop down and he pulls you into his arms. you smile at his earnestness. he locks his arms around you, and for the first time in your life, a man is making you feel so happy and secure you can’t help but melt into the feeling. you feel safe. you feel loved.

“i really like you, you know?” he whispers into your hair, and it’s all you can do to keep your heart inside of your chest. 

“i know. i really like you, too.” and you do. things with taehyun are still new, but as his breathing slows, you realize this is how love should be, and you think you want to be with him for a long, long time.

notes pt. 2: yes there will be an alternate ending where she ends up with gyu :,)

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scottys reaction to u wantin his babiezz :3

he always has to be the wise one because he’s a little older than you, bigger than you, smarter than you. it had been a new obsession of yours, probably the product of a few pregnancy videos making its way onto your for you page on tiktok or seeing a tiny pink knitted cardigan fit for a newborn at the thrift store that had set you off — suddenly making it your life’s mission to get impregnated by scott.

but that’s just what it was, a little mission. a phase. he was convinced you liked to push the boundary with him because you were spoiled and wanted to see just how far he’d go to give you what you want. he knew damn well you couldn’t handle a baby right now. you just wanted to be creampied.

he’s barely got his jacket off once he’s through the door to your shared apartment, your needy hands pulling at his clothes all whiny and pouty.

“dont start.” he warns, which to your ears means — go.

“wan’a baby. want your babies.” you slur, voice thick and mewly with need from waiting around for him all day. you really needed to get some new hobbies.

“what’d i say, huh?” he entertains the conversation, large veiny hands skilfully undoing his thick black belt to hopefully subdue your whinging, showing you that he’s somewhat going to give you what you’re pleading for, some dick.

“you don’t get it scotty, i’d look so cute pregnant!” you’re honestly getting a little teary, and when you work yourself up like this — it often means you need him to step up and be firm with you to a) put you in your place, and b) give you that emotional release. it was a science. scott could do science.

he’s manhandling you effortlessly in an instant, not even really trying to rough-house you when he wraps a hand around your upper arm and turns you around, then grabbing at your waist to bend you over the same table he’d dropped his keys on. as he does so, he talks. “i don’t know how many times i need to tell you that you cannot handle a baby right now. you are a god damn baby.”

you let out a little sad cry and he does feel a little bad, crushing your dreams like that — but as soon as he yanks your panties down and you’re widening your stance a little to part your sticky folds, looking round at him curiously from where your cheek was pressed to the table, he forgets the feeling. “jesus. ‘you just sit around thinking about me knocking you up all day while i’m making us all the money?” he makes it sound like a complaint, but really his cock is pressing so hard against the black fabric of his cargos he thinks it could soon tear a hole.

“i do other stuff.” you use the last of your brain power to protest. he spreads your fat folds with his thumb and your knees buckle.

“is that right?”

“no.” you submit easily and he presses his lips together with a tight smile, shaking his head lightheartedly as he pulls his cock out.

“yeah, didn’t think so.”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Power: a Bloodline x Rhea Ripley fic.

Chapter 5: Aftermath

This story falls into the dark romance genre and includes non con/reluctance themes that may be triggering and unsuitable for some readers. This is a work of fiction and I in no way advocate for this type of thing in real life. All characters are operating under the PRICK acronym, Personal responsibility in consensual kink. If this is not for you please keep scrolling.

Jonathan leaned back into Demi’s couch, his scotch swirling lazily in the crystal glass. The ice clinked softly as he brought the drink to his lips, savoring the smoky burn. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he glanced at the screen. Joe.

Jonathan smirked as he answered. “Damn, you really went all out, huh?” Joe’s deep voice rumbled through the line.

“Oh yeah,” Jonathan replied with a low chuckle. “Pulled out everything for that one. I think she knows her place now.” He took another sip, the satisfaction evident in his tone.

“Good,” Joe said, his voice carrying a mix of approval and finality. “That’s what she deserves. Let me know how everything goes later—I’ve got to handle some things.”

“Will do,” Jonathan replied, ending the call. He set his phone down and drained the rest of his scotch, the warmth spreading through his chest. Rising from the couch, he placed the empty glass on the kitchen counter before making his way to the bedroom.

He pushed open the door and found Demi exactly as he had left her—curled up on the bed, her body trembling beneath the covers. Her silent tears had dried, but the redness in her eyes betrayed her emotional turmoil.

Jonathan’s expression shifted, softening slightly. He stepped into the adjoining bathroom, turning the knobs on the tub until steam began to rise. The sound of running water filled the quiet room as he poured in a generous amount of soothing bath oil, the scent of lavender quickly permeating the air.

Returning to the bedroom, Jonathan gently pulled back the covers, revealing Demi’s fragile form. She flinched at his touch, but he didn’t waver. Without a word, he slid his arms beneath her and lifted her effortlessly. Demi’s body was limp, her resistance depleted.

He carried her to the bathroom and slowly lowered her into the hot water. A sharp inhale escaped her lips as the warmth enveloped her, easing the tension in her sore muscles.

Jonathan knelt by the side of the tub, picking up a washcloth and wetting it before running it gently over her arms and shoulders. His movements were deliberate, almost tender.

“You did well,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of its usual harshness. “You endured what you needed to.”

Demi didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the water. The physical relief was welcome, but the emotional wounds lingered, raw and painful.

Jonathan sighed, sensing her internal struggle. “This isn’t just about obedience, Demi. It’s about trust. Trusting me to guide you, even when it’s hard.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “Trust?” she echoed, her voice barely audible. “How can I trust someone who takes pleasure in breaking me?”

Jonathan’s hand stilled for a moment before resuming its gentle motion. “It’s not about breaking you,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “It’s about reshaping you—showing you your strength in surrender.”

She turned her head away, the words offering little solace. Jonathan stood, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. “Stay in the bath,” he instructed. “Let it calm you. When you’re ready, get dressed and come out.”

Without waiting for a response, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Demi leaned back against the tub, the scent of lavender wrapping around her like a fragile shield. Her mind raced, but for now, she let the water carry away some of her pain, knowing the night was far from over.

—

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, eyes fixed on the bathroom door as Demi finally emerged. She was dressed simply in joggers and an oversized t-shirt, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. Every step she took was deliberate, slow, as though each movement sent shockwaves of pain through her body. Jonathan's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable but intense.

He patted the couch beside him, a silent command. "Sit here."

Demi hesitated, her heart pounding. The memories of the day lingered like a shadow over her, and every shift of her body reminded her of the torment she'd endured. But there was also a strange pull-an invisible tether that drew her toward him despite the pain. Slowly, she made her way over and lowered herself onto the couch with a wince, careful to avoid sudden movements.

Jonathan studied her for a moment, his sharp eyes taking in every flicker of discomfort, every labored breath. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Then, leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together.

"Look," he began, his tone deceptively calm.

"How about this?"

Demi glanced at him, wary. “You can leave," he said, his voice almost casual. "Right now. Walk away from all of this-from me, from Joe, from Joshua, from Joseph."

Demi's eyes widened, her body going rigid.

"What?" she whispered, barely able to process his words.

Jonathan leaned back again, his expression cold and calculated. "You heard me. You can leave. It's in the contract-if you'd bothered to read it thoroughly. You're not a prisoner, Demi. You never were."

Her heart raced as the weight of his words sank in. He was offering her an escape-a chance to leave behind the pain, the humiliation, the intense dynamics that had consumed her life. Yet, with that offer came the threat of losing everything else. The moments of pure, unfiltered connection. The way her body responded to theirs, the way they made her feel both vulnerable and powerful in a way she couldn't explain.

Jonathan's gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering. "This is your chance," he said, his voice low. "No strings, no consequences. I will walk out that door, and it all ends here."

Demi's mind spun, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to run-to escape the intensity, the fear, the degradation she had endured. But another part of her, a deeper, more primal part, clung to the memory of the highs. The euphoria that only came when she surrendered completely. The moments when her world narrowed to just the sound of their voices, the feel of their touch.

Jonathan watched her closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as the silence dragged on.

He could see the battle waging within her, the way her hands trembled slightly in her lap, her lip caught between her teeth.

Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling but resolute. "No."

Jonathan's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. "Good," he said softly, his tone laced with satisfaction. "You've made your choice."

Without another word, he reached out, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her close, their faces mere inches apart, his breath warm against her skin. His eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Demi's body responded instinctively, melting against him despite the residual pain. His kiss was demanding, filled with the dominance she had come to crave. When he finally pulled away, his hand remained on her neck, his thumb brushing lightly against her jawline.

"Trust me," he said, his voice low and commanding.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "I do," she whispered, the words now sure.

Jonathan's smile widened, a mixture of pride and something darker. He pulled her fully into his lap, cradling her as though she were something both fragile and precious. Demi rested her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding her.

For a long time, they sat in silence, the tension from earlier replaced by a strange sense of peace. Demi knew she had crossed a line, one she could never uncross. But in Jonathan's arms, she felt a sense of belonging-a certainty that, despite everything, this was where she was meant to be.

Jonathan stroked her hair gently, his voice breaking the silence. "This isn't easy," he said quietly. "But nothing worth having ever is. You'll learn that."

Demi nodded again, her eyes fluttering shut.

She didn't know what the future held, but for now, she was content to let Jonathan lead.

Jonathan looked down at Demi, his expression softening. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Demi shifted slightly, wincing at the lingering pain. “I’m still hurting, Master,” she admitted quietly.

Jonathan leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “Demi, you can call me Jon again,” he said, his tone warm. “We’re out of the bedroom.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and trust. “Okay…Jon.”

He smiled, then stood and walked over to the kitchen, where a small paper bag sat on the counter. Demi hadn’t noticed it before. He rummaged through it and pulled out a few items, along with a bottle of water from the fridge. Returning to her side, he presented two ibuprofen tablets, a bar of dark chocolate, and a small jar of vanilla bean paste.

Demi furrowed her brows. “What are these for?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Jonathan handed her the water and placed the pills in her palm. “The ibuprofen is for the physical pain,” he said. “Take them first.”

She nodded, swallowing the pills with a few sips of water. Jonathan then unwrapped the dark chocolate, broke off a piece, and held it out to her.

“The chocolate,” he began, “is for your endorphins. It’ll help boost your mood and ease the tension. Trust me, it works.”

Demi hesitated, then took the piece of chocolate, letting it melt slowly in her mouth. The rich, bittersweet flavor seemed to wrap around her senses, offering a small comfort amid the soreness and fatigue.

“And the vanilla bean paste?” she asked, holding up the small jar with a questioning look.

Jonathan smirked, leaning back slightly. “This you smell.” he said. “Vanilla has calming properties. It’ll help you unwind.”

Demi smiled as she focused on the subtle care he was showing her, appreciating the thoughtful gestures more than she could express.

Jonathan reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’ve been through a lot, but you handled it,” he said softly. “You’re stronger than you realize, Demi.”

His words settled over her like a warm blanket, and for the first time since their punishment session, she felt a sense of peace starting to return.

Jonathan held Demi close, wrapping his arms around her as they lay on the couch. He knew how important physical closeness was during aftercare, especially with how severe her subdrop had been. He gently stroked her hair, his voice soothing as he whispered, “Tomorrow, I have something planned just for you.”

Demi lifted her head slightly, her eyes searching his. “What is it?” she asked, her voice soft but curious.

Jonathan smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “I thought we could start the day at the lingerie boutique we have an account with. You can use your stipend to pick out whatever you like.”

Demi’s face lit up. “I’d love that,” she said, her tone more enthusiastic than it had been all day.

Jonathan nodded, pleased with her reaction. “After that,” he continued, “we’ll head over to Zales. I’ll let you pick out something special.”

Demi blinked in surprise. “Zales? But…I already have my anklet from you all. It means so much to me.”

Jonathan shook his head gently. “That anklet was from all of us, Demi. This will be different. It’s a personal gift, just from me. Each of us gets to give you one thing that represents our individual bond with you.”

Her cheeks flushed with warmth at the thought, and she smiled softly. “I’d love that too,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Jonathan leaned back slightly, his expression turning serious but still tender. “Before we do all that, though, there’s one thing we need to take care of.”

Demi tilted her head. “What’s that?”

“Your job,” Jonathan said, his tone calm but firm. “You’re going to email your boss and tell him something that’ll get you a week out of the office. You need the time, Demi.”

She hesitated, her mind racing. “But…what should I say?”

Jonathan smirked. “Come on, you’re a writer. You’ll think of something. Tell him you’re working on something big and need uninterrupted time to focus.”

Demi chuckled lightly, the tension in her body starting to ease. “You make it sound so easy.”

Jonathan gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Because it is. Your health—both mental and physical—comes first. The work will still be there when you get back.”

Demi nodded, finally feeling a sense of relief. She reached for her phone, composing the email as Jonathan watched over her shoulder. Once it was sent, she sighed and leaned back into his embrace.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Jonathan kissed the top of her head. “That’s what I’m here for, baby. Now, just relax. Tomorrow’s all about you.”

— Meanwhile..

Joshua sat rigid on his couch, his jaw clenched, hands gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles turned white. Across from him stood Joe and Joseph, their expressions cold and unyielding. The tension in the room was suffocating, the silence only broken by the low hum of the air conditioner.

Joe had just ended a call with Jonathan, his lips curling into a smirk as he tucked his phone into his pocket. “Would you look at that?” Joe said, his voice low but sharp. “She went through everything.” He let out a sinister chuckle.

Joshua’s stomach twisted at the words. He could barely breathe as Joe continued, his eyes narrowing. “Now, how does it feel, knowing Demi endured it all?”

The implication behind the question sent a surge of anger through Joshua. He shot up from the couch, fists clenched. “You think I’m just going to sit here and listen to you?” he snapped, his voice shaking with restrained fury. “I’m done with this—”

Before he could finish, Joe moved. Quick, calculated, and with the force of a freight train, he shoved Joshua back down onto the couch. Joshua landed hard, his chest heaving, and glared up at Joe.

Joe loomed over him, his voice calm but menacing. “We don’t do that around here anymore, Joshua,” he said, his tone dripping with authority. “Did you forget how this works?”

Joshua’s face twisted in defiance. “How it works?” he shot back. “I’m the only one out of all of us who prefers to lift her up instead of tearing her apart! You all treat her like she’s nothing but a plaything, but I actually care about her!”

Joe’s response was a laugh, but it wasn’t light or humorous. It was dark, filled with malice, and it made the hair on the back of Joshua’s neck stand on end. Joe leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You haven’t even endured your punishment yet.”

Joshua’s blood ran cold. “What’s my punishment?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

Joe’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light. “Friday night, the only thing you will be allowed to do,” he said slowly, “is listen.”

The meaning of those words hit Joshua like a punch to the gut. His face paled, and he shook his head in disbelief. “All I did was take her to dinner!” he shouted, his voice cracking with frustration.

Joe’s calm façade shattered. His face contorted with rage as he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. “YOU LIED!”

The sheer force of Joe’s voice made the room feel even smaller, the weight of his authority pressing down on Joshua like a vice. Joe took a step closer, towering over him. “You went behind my back,” Joe continued, his voice like a growl. “You broke the rules, and now you’re going to face the consequences. You’ll listen and you’ll learn. Because if you ever pull something like this again…”

Joe didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he held over all of them.

Joshua sat back, his breathing shallow, his mind racing. He wanted to argue, to fight back, but he knew it was useless. Joe had made up his mind, and there was no escaping the punishment that awaited him.

— Friday. December 6th.

Demi sat on the edge of yet another hotel bed, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, blending with the gentle rhythm of her own heartbeat. She had just arrived with Joseph, her body still humming with anticipation. Her hair was styled neatly, every strand in place, her makeup subtle but enhancing. She wanted tonight to be different. After the emotional crash of her last subdrop, she was determined to approach this session with a sense of purpose and control. She needed to reclaim her strength within the dynamic, to feel empowered rather than overwhelmed.

The sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. Joseph stepped inside, his presence filling the room with quiet authority.

His dark eyes sparkled with warmth as he crossed the distance between them, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.

"Hi," Demi replied, her voice soft but eager.

She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face. "What type of session will we do today?"

Joseph smiled, his expression both tender and calculating. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a gentle touch. His fingers trailed along her cheek, the light caress sending a shiver down her spine.

"I got permission from Joe," he began, his voice calm but layered with meaning. He tilted her chin up slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. "Demi... my beautiful submissive..."

He paused, taking a moment to drink in her features-her sharp cheekbones, the softness of her lips, the vulnerability in her eyes mixed with determination. His thumb lightly traced her jawline, a gesture of both affection and control.

"Would you be interested," he continued, his tone steady and deliberate, "in being intimate with me first... and then, after a break, be intimate with Jon?"

Demi blinked, her heart skipping a beat at his proposal. The idea caught her off guard, yet the thought of experiencing a softer, more intimate connection filled her with unexpected warmth. She smiled, her lips curving upward as she considered his words.

The notion of a more tender, vanilla session sent a wave of serotonin through her, lifting her spirits.

"I'd like that," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and relief.

Joseph's smile deepened, pleased with her response. "Good," he said, leaning down to kiss her again, this time lingering just a bit longer. "Tonight is about you, Demi. Let's remind you of how strong and cherished you are."

Demi nodded, feeling a renewed sense of trust and comfort. For the first time in what felt like ages, she allowed herself to fully relax, knowing she was in safe, capable hands. Demi patted the spot next to her, inviting Joseph to join her. Joseph sat down and wrapped his arms around Demi, kissing her deeply.

Demi moaned as Joseph's tongue explored her mouth, and she felt a familiar heat building between her legs. She broke the kiss and stood up, slowly removing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Joseph's eyes widened as he took in Demi's breasts, and he leaned in to take one in his mouth. It was happening so fast.. the denial from Joe to have sex with the others and then all of a sudden, she can. It made her mind wander but those wandering thoughts were replaced as she leaned her head back, her body taking over with pleasure.

Demi gasped as Joseph's tongue swirled around her nipple, sending shivers down her spine. She ran her fingers through Joseph's hair, pulling him closer. Joseph moved his attention to Demi's other breast, giving it the same treatment. Demi moaned louder, her body begging for more. This was a different side of Joseph, something she was eager to experience, something that made her grow crazy for his touch.

“Daddy please..” Joseph slowly trailed his kisses down Demi's stomach, stopping at her thong. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down, revealing Demi's wet pussy. Joseph wasted no time, diving in and licking Demi's clit. Demi had not had this in so long, to feel this man taking care of her… it was so worth it.

Demi's legs shook as Joseph's tongue explored her pussy, and she moaned louder. Joseph slipped a finger inside of her, and Demi gasped as he began to move it in and out. Joseph added another finger, and Demi's moans turned into screams of pleasure. “Yes daddy… please.. fuck..”

Joseph continued to finger Demi as he sucked on her clit, and Demi felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She grabbed Joseph's head, pulling him closer as she begged for more. Joseph obliged, sucking harder and fingering her faster.

Demi's orgasm hit her like a wave, and she screamed “Daddy!” Joseph didn't stop, continuing to finger and suck Demi until she begged him to stop. Joseph pulled away, smiling up at Demi. "You tasted so good," Joseph said, licking his lips.

Demi blushed and pulled Joseph up, pushing him onto the bed. She straddled him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. Joseph's cock sprang free, already hard and ready for Demi. “I see you taking power..” Joseph said.

Demi positioned herself over Joseph's cock, slowly lowering herself down. “I love to be on top..” She said as Joseph groaned as Demi's pussy enveloped his cock, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down.

Demi started to ride Joseph slowly, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. Joseph's hands roamed Demi's body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. This type of sex is what Demi craved, she needed to feel his dick inside of her, the way she could feel it ache for her, it gave her power. Demi moaned, urging Joseph to go deeper. “Fuck me..”

Joseph obliged, thrusting up into Demi harder and faster. Demi screamed as Joseph hit her G-spot, and she begged for more. “You just need a good fuckin’ huh?” He asked as he fucked her. “Yes daddy…” She moaned, her vision becoming hazy. “Tell me what you need baby..” He groaned as he thrusted more, “I just need some dick baby..” Demi said, fucked-drunk, full of lust. Joseph grabbed Demi's hips, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. Demi’s body was reaching its climax as she felt the curve of his dick, it was driving her insane at the way he was giving it to her.

Demi's orgasm hit her again, and she screamed Daddy, once more as she came. Joseph followed shortly after, groaning as he filled Demi's pussy with his cum. Demi collapsed onto Joseph, panting and sweating. Joseph wrapped his arms around Demi, holding her close.

Meanwhile, Joshua sat stiffly on the plush couch in the dimly lit hotel suite, his fists clenched tightly on his thighs. His jaw was locked, and his chest rose and fell with barely controlled breaths. Across from him, Joe leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, while Jonathan sat in a chair nearby, watching Joshua with quiet intensity.

The room was silent except for the muffled sounds filtering in from the adjoining suite. Demi’s voice, soft at first, grew clearer, her words laced with a mix of pleasure and submission. Each time Joshua heard her, his muscles tensed further. He focused on a spot on the floor, trying desperately to block out the sound, but it was impossible.

Then it happened. Demi’s voice, sweet and filled with need, called out, “Daddy!”

Joshua shot up from the couch, his face a mask of fury. His nostrils flared as he turned toward the door, ready to leave. He couldn’t endure this any longer.

But before he could take another step, Jonathan was on his feet, blocking his path. “Sit down,” Jonathan said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Joshua’s eyes burned with anger. “Move, Jon,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Jonathan didn’t budge. “No,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “This is your punishment, Josh. You don’t get to run from it.”

Joe pushed off the wall, walking over with measured steps. “You think you can just walk out?” he said, his voice cold and sharp. “You lied to us. You went behind our backs and broke the rules. Now you’re going to sit here and listen.”

Joshua’s fists tightened at his sides, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage. He glared at Joe, but deep down, he knew he had no choice. The dynamic was clear, and he was at the bottom of the hierarchy right now.

Jonathan placed a heavy hand on Joshua’s shoulder and pushed him back down onto the couch. “You’ll stay,” Jonathan said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “And you’ll learn.”

Joshua sat, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. The sounds from the other room continued, each one cutting into him like a knife. His punishment wasn’t physical—it was psychological, a deliberate torment designed to remind him of his place. Jonathan and Joe watched him closely, ensuring he stayed put, his every movement a testament to his struggle. Joseph exited the room, a small smile on his face. Joshua watched as Jonathan then entered the room, he heard the door lock and Joshua felt his heart break.

As the minutes ticked by, Joshua sat motionless, unable to escape the onslaught of emotions that flooded through him. He could feel the tension in the room, the heaviness of the silence surrounding him, punctuated only by the faint sounds leaking from the next room. The muffled noises of Demi's increasing pleasure were like a constant, unwelcome reminder of everything he had failed to prevent. He clenched his fists tighter, his nails digging into the fabric of the couch as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

Every time Demi's voice rose in pleasure, his chest tightened. It wasn't just the jealousy— though that was there in full force-but also the realization that he was powerless in this moment. He had always believed in protecting her, in lifting her up, yet here he was, stuck in a room with nothing to do but listen as another man took what he had wanted for so long.

Her voice, sweet and broken with need, filled the room like a drug. The noises grew louder, more urgent, until it felt like the very walls of the suite were pulsing with the rhythm of her cries. Joshua swallowed, his throat dry, every breath coming with difficulty as he tried to keep his composure. He could hear Jonathan's low voice now, commanding, guiding, and then the sound of her responding, of her surrendering to whatever Jonathan had asked.

It was everything he feared, every insecurity and doubt about his place in her life confirmed by the intimacy unfolding just beyond the door. His stomach churned at the thought of her giving herself so completely to Jonathan. His mind raced with questions— Why was he so powerless to stop this? How had he let it get this far? Was this the price of his failure?

The sounds became more intense, punctuated by gasps and breaths, and Joshua could feel the burn of humiliation rising in his chest. His jaw tightened as the pleasure-filled noises from Demi became impossible to ignore, her voice echoing through the walls, a cruel reminder of his own inadequacy. The longer he sat there, the more it felt like the room itself was closing in on him. He could no longer focus on anything but the sounds, the weight of them, and the realization that he had no place here, no way to intervene.

A cold sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breath quickened. His heart pounded in his chest, and it felt like the room was suffocating him. The frustration of hearing what he couldn't have-the intimacy he craved but had been denied-was overwhelming. Every moan from Demi was like a stake in his heart, each one a reminder that he had been cast aside in favor of another.

Jonathan stepped out of the room, his gaze sharp and focused, the weight of the physical activity hanging heavily on him. He adjusted his clothes and that’s when Joshua could see the love mark on Jonathan’s neck.

Joe, now seated in his position with a glass of whiskey in hand, looked up immediately but spoke in a low voice. “How is she?” His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, as if he already knew the answer.

Jonathan nodded, glancing toward the closed door behind him. “She’s passed out,” he replied, his voice steady, though it carried a hint of satisfaction. “She enjoyed every last minute of fucking.”

Joshua refused to meet anyone’s gaze. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His body was rigid, tense with frustration and a deep, simmering resentment he couldn’t quite shake.

Joe took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn as he assessed his family. “Joseph, Jonathan,” he said, his voice low but authoritative. “You both did great today. She responded well. I’m pleased.”

Joseph smiled faintly, his demeanor more relaxed than the others, knowing he had done exactly what was expected of him. But Joe’s approval was always a game of stakes, and Joseph understood this all too well.

Joe then turned his attention to Joshua, who was still sitting with his arms crossed, every muscle in his body seemingly wound tight with anger and frustration. Joe’s expression hardened, his gaze unwavering as he took a slow step toward him.

“You endured, Joshua,” Joe’s voice was cool, but there was no mistaking the threat beneath his words. “You’re now good to continue your dynamic, but don’t think for one second I won’t be watching.”

Joshua’s fist clenched involuntarily, but he didn’t look up. The silence between them stretched, the weight of Joe’s words hanging in the air.

“You think I don’t know what you’re really feeling?” Joe continued, his voice now just a little sharper, cutting through the stillness. “You don’t get to pull away when it gets too much. You either stay in the game or you leave. There’s no middle ground.”

Joshua swallowed hard, the taste of defeat bitter on his tongue. He wasn’t sure whether he hated Joe more for the words or the fact that, deep down, he knew Joe was right. He had been weak, but he wasn’t ready to admit it—not now, not here.

Joe turned on his heel, signaling the end of their conversation for now. “You’ll have time to think about it. But remember, I’m always watching.”

Jonathan and Joseph exchanged a glance but said nothing. The tension had shifted, now focused entirely on Joshua, who was left to wrestle with the storm inside his mind. He didn’t know what was worse—enduring the punishment or having to live with the consequences afterward.

As Joe’s words echoed in his mind, Joshua’s anger swirled in his chest, but for now, he kept it inside, knowing that any outward expression of defiance would only make things worse.

Joe’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as he left the room, leaving the rest of the men in silence. Jonathan gave Joshua one last glance before heading toward the bar to pour another drink. Joseph remained in the same position, his eyes focused on the quiet turmoil playing out in his older brother.

Joshua? He was still trapped, unsure of what the future held but knowing one thing for certain: whatever came next, he couldn’t escape it.

—

Demi lay peacefully in the vast king-size bed, her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion of the sex she experienced with Jon and Joseph. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. Her mind had drifted into a deep, much-needed sleep, the kind that only came after physical fatigue had taken its toll. But the stillness didn’t last long.

She felt the bed shift slightly, the weight of someone else’s presence beside her. Her eyes fluttered open, slow at first, adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the curtains. She turned her head, her gaze falling on Joshua as he carefully slid into the bed next to her.

“Josh?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if she feared disturbing the fragile peace of the moment.

Joshua didn’t respond at first, his gaze distant, his face unreadable. He looked down at her for a moment before gently pulling the covers back over them. He didn’t meet her eyes, not yet, but his presence was unmistakable.

“Are you okay?” Demi asked again, her voice thick with concern. She could sense something was off, but she didn’t want to press him too much, not after everything that had happened.

Joshua exhaled slowly, his muscles tight, his mind still swirling from everything he had just endured—everything he had been forced to witness. He wanted to say something, anything, to let her know he wasn’t angry with her. But the words were stuck in his throat.

“Just don’t get up from the bed, okay?” he said, his voice rough, like the weight of his own emotions was slowly eating away at him.

Demi nodded, not asking any further questions. She could feel the tension radiating off him, and though she didn’t fully understand the depth of it, she knew better than to push him. With a soft sigh, she let her eyes fall closed again, sinking back into the warmth of the blankets and the cocoon of sleep that had embraced her so tightly.

Her body ached, but she felt comfort in the simple presence of Joshua beside her. Despite everything, she knew she was safe here—for now, at least.

The room grew silent again, save for the rhythmic sound of their breathing. Joshua remained still, his arm wrapped loosely around her, offering the only comfort he could give without saying a word. His mind raced, his heart still pounding from the chaotic emotions and guilt that weighed him down.

But in this quiet moment, he allowed himself the briefest respite, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a reminder that she was still Demi… still human and not property.

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

Someone tell me why the fuck I teared up over Leo blaming himself for not being there to protect his siblings in 2x26

[musubiki]

how was playing hsr? was there anything that you liked in the game and the story?

ITS BEEN AMAZING AS EXPECTED!!!!!!!!! i actually havent played genshin in a while since starting it, i have no motivation to do the filler event while a perfectly good star rail is sitting there waiting to be played :')

but for mechanics, i love they have auto battle so you dont have to nessecarily sit there and invest in every little battle you gotta do....and i love that the resin (resin??) system is a lot more forgiving with a higher cap, lower cost, and allow for overflow...thats nice...i also love that the mc and starter units are very useful. im so emotionally attatched to the star rail crew so im glad they never have to leave my team !!!!

storywise im LOVING IT SO FAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i started playing it at the beginning of spring break 2 weeks ago and im almost all caught up!!! i went through belabog and penacony and now im just doing those leftover intermission main quests which im only now realizing i shouldve done before going to penacony LMAO

and of course.....danmarch....im so soft for them......and also i love sampo i cant wait to see what they do with him

[volivolition]

Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I haven’t read it yet but I thought I should let you know 😎👍

awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33

[enigma-absolute]

…

[pandaspwnz]

TLDR: went to the hospital today because I had all the symptoms of a heart attack.

Thankfully though it was not a heart attack!

Most of my symptoms were explained by my low ferritin (iron storage) levels, which the doctor described as "basically completely empty"; It's at 12 µg/L (it should be 15-120, with anything under 30 clinically considered low), and she suggested I talk to my doctor about iron supplements, and when I told her I've been taking 2 a day for 6 months she legit made this face and said "and it's still so low?"

same bestie

The low iron and ferritin doesn't explain the chest pain or extreme nausea I've been having, but I'm assuming I've maybe just caught a cold or something, and it being an added stress on my body AND just after my period is maybe why I'm feeling so much worse than normal, because I went back and checked my last 3 blood tests, and though my ferritin levels are at 12 today, they were lower the last two times: yet I still felt worse today than I did then. My iron level however is currently the lowest it's ever been at 4 µmol/L (should be between 9-34). But I had an ecg and my heart is normal, and I do have slightly high blood pressure and a high pulse (usually both are normal although last month I did also have a bp test that was a little too high) but I'm sure some of that can be attributed to the stressful situation I was in.

So most likely I'll need iron infusions because my body clearly does not absorb iron correctly (IBD, heavy periods, and being a vegetarian definitely not helping babes) and honestly I'm so fucking excited. It actually feels like there is a solution, or at least a help for why I've felt so bad for so long and only gotten worse, and it's at my fingertips. It explains so much from my daily life, the fatigue, the body pains, the headaches, the difficulty forming sentences, it could be exacerbating my ADHD (like what if my ADHD isn't actually as severe as it seems but I just have a severe iron deficiency that's impairing my cognition?), how my hands and feet are always cold, how often I feel physically weak, my brittle hair and nails, etc and like imagine if these things could get better. What a wonderful life that would be, to feel almost normal?

But yeah I was very unsure about going to the hospital because I was pretty certain it wasn’t actually a heart attack even though I had all the symptoms because I already knew I had low iron and that it can cause arrythmia (I did not know my ferritin level though), and I even felt silly when I called the emergency room to ask if I should come in, but I figured it was a better safe than sorry situation. I felt so horrible earlier in the day and almost fainted when I was out shopping with my mom, and we talked about it and agreed that if she had been the one with my symptoms, I would want her to call in and make sure she was okay, and I feel better about it now. The nurse and doctor were very kind, and nobody made me feel like I was being silly, and they agreed it was better to check one time too many than one too few.

Also, kind of a sidenote, but when I was waiting for mom to finish up at the bakery at the mall (this was before I was concerned it might be a heart attack, I didn't think about that til I came home just to clarify), I had to sit down on the floor and cover my eyes while I tried to breathe right, and this older gentleman came up and crouched down next to me and asked if I was alright. And ya'll this man had the kindest face, he looked and seemed so compassionate and genuinely concerned for my - a total stranger's - wellbeing, and I actually almost burst into tears. I told him I was okay, I just had low iron and was feeling dizzy, and he asked if he could get me anything, and he was just so unbelievably sweet. I have never in my life had that experience before, and it just, as small a gesture as it may have been, really made me feel better about humanity as a whole. I don't think I'll ever forget that man for as long as I live, and even though it was like a 20 second interaction, it really meant and means so much to me.

[rosicheeks]

😔

[transyurikatsuki]

Brain still filled with so many fucking thoughts from finishing disco yesterday. More in tags (obv spoilers for end of the game)

[gonzodangerfeels]

I just passed the artwork on the wall again.

For the 1000th time wondering why she looks like my daughter with glasses on.

I don't even have a daughter.

[mrsbarnesblog]

the "it" couple

masterlist

requests are open

summary: you and Rafe being the hottest couple on the island

word count: 1.3k.

warnings: established relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of nude pictures, Rafe is reader's first everything, you're both lovesick

a/n: my obsession with soft and painfully in love Rafe is not curable at this point. but like could you imagine having him all to yourself?? ughhh the things i'd let him do to me😩

Everyone knew that there are couples that, at first glance, give you the impression that they just have really good sex. Like they are so hot and perfectly compliment each other, with a certain vibe oozing out of them, especially when they are together. 

You and Rafe were that couple. 

Before you started dating, no one ever considered that two polar opposites like you might even coexist. You were a kook, but still completely different from Rafe and his little gang. You were pretty, but more on the quiet side, never showing off or bothering anybody.

Rafe, on the other hand, was mean and sarcastic to everyone and everything. It was a good thing that you put him in his place the first time he talked to you, making it clear that you are not having his shit. And also making Rafe instantly interested and following you like a puppy.

You were annoyingly teasing and flirting with each other, and everyone tried not to get involved in whatever was going on. It was your first experience with a guy, because before that, nobody was really making their shots, or, at least, you never paid enough attention to notice it, choosing to focus on yourself. But with Rafe, it felt fun and so damn easy. 

Your first kiss set everything in its place because you finally gave in to your hidden emotions. It made sense why you were always arguing and pestering each other—you simply craved attention from one another and it was the easiest way to get it. 

Surprisingly, Rafe’s rough edges softened, especially around you, and he was so affectionate and craved you around him 24/7. Though, knowing that you’ve never been in relationships before, he never pushed you to do anything, just following your pace. 

But after your first time happened in the third month of dating, after the ice melted and your insecurities fully disappeared, Rafe almost got another version of his girlfriend. 

If he thought that you couldn’t be better, then he was wrong. 

He never understood his friends who said that they had to almost beg their girlfriends to have sex, mostly because Rafe had never been in actual relationships before. But it made even less sense for him because you, seemingly, had the same energy and high sex drive as him. 

The first few times may have been slightly awkward with you still learning and trying to understand your own body, but once you got confident, you became unstoppable. 

Whether it was early morning, the middle of the day, or way past your bedtime, you were ready to have sex right away, straddling Rafe's legs or luring him into a kiss while your hands slipped under his pants.  

It was crazy how much you both wanted each other. It was a perfect fucking match to have someone with exactly the same needs. You probably have been bent over every single flat surface in the house and not a single room was safe from the two of you. He wanted you all to himself and he could go hours just worshiping your body and fucking you into bliss. 

You were almost glued together, never coming to an event alone. Rafe was so obsessed with the way you looked, with your smell, and with the feeling of your skin on his, so he always had to touch you one way or another. His friends teased him that he was absolutely pussy whipped for you and he had never denied it. They also started calling you Mrs. Cameron because you acted like a married couple and neither of you were against that nickname.

To say more, the idea of that made Rafe so feral for you, so he didn’t let you get out of bed the following day. Not that you complained, though.

Rafe loved sneaking out with you. Whenever you two had to visit a gala with your families, he always snatched you from the main room to drag you to the bathroom or another hidden place to have a quickie or to burry his head under your dress because you were too hot to resist. Yeah, maybe other people noticed it, giving you their usual politely awkward smiles, but neither of you care. 

On his birthday, you gave him the best fucking gift, which was a stack of your naked polaroid pictures. You were really nervous to do that, thinking that Rafe might react differently, but he reminded you once again why he was your perfect match. After looking through the photos several times, he literally attacked you, throwing you back on the bed and giving you the best orgasms of your life. 

Since that day, one of the less explicit pictures of your ass has been placed in his wallet.

You were officially the “it” couple on the island, with everyone either admiring or being jealous of that spark, which never seemed to diminish. Everyone saw the way the Rafe Cameron gave you heart eyes, soft smiles and gentle kisses. The way he held you close to himself, protecting you, taking care of you, and treating you like a queen.

Some people told you that it was only the excitement of a new relationship, but after a few years of dating, with a promise ring on your finger, it was still there. You still craved each other's touch; you still craved being together whenever it was possible, always going on dates and trips, attending all of Kook’s events, but mostly spending lazy days in your shared house. Sex was even better than before—more passionate, fun, hot and full of unconditional love.

Despite the gossip on the island, Rafe didn't get “bored” of you. No, over time, he became addicted to you because you felt like home, and there was nothing better than being with you. 

He didn't need any other women. And he still couldn't grasp the idea of cheating. If he had you, then why on earth would he do that? Every time he came home, the best person in the world and the best sex of his life were in that exact location, so he never complained about anything.

You were his afrodisiac and whether you were in full glam, in a bikini on the beach or in his old t-shirt with messy hair, he couldn’t just keep his hands to himself and not kiss the air out of you. 

He liked how you stayed at home, doing whatever you wanted and treating yourself while he worked. You always greeted him with homemade food, but more importantly, you acted as if you had not seen him in months.

You were waiting on the porch or finishing up in the kitchen, but when you saw him, you ran and jumped into his arms and pulled him into a kiss. It always melted Rafe’s worries and bad mood away, as his shoulders sagged in relief from being in your arms again. 

You always ended up in your bedroom, with you on or under him, while your hands were tugging at each other’s closes. Rafe knew that it would eventually end up with him finally putting a baby in you—something that more and more flooded his mind—but for the foreseeable future, he first had to officially make you his Mrs. Cameron.

And the red box with the big ass diamond ring, which was currently sitting in the drawer, was just waiting for the perfect moment.  

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

kyoshi, out for (rangi's) blood, when rangi runs to the lake

kyoshi, sad, wishing rangi wasn't in the north pole but with her instead

kyoshi, panicking, as she and rangi race through the fire palace to get to Hei-Ran and rangi leads the charge

kyoshi, distraught, when rangi steps onto the lei tai in hujiang

[rafesslxt]

✧.* 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

જ⁀➴ your best friends get a hint of how sexually frustrated you are and offer their help

: ̗̀➛ nsfw, smut, teasing, making out, nicknames, cheating with Tom, fingering, oral on female, p in v unprotected, nipple sucking

「 ✦ Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Enzo, Draco, Pansy ✦ 」

Mattheo:

❥ It didn‘t took him long to notice something‘s wrong. You two sit together in potions, currently making a new potion. Normally you two would laugh and banter all the time, teasing each other but you were so quiet today and didn‘t even look at him

❥ "Y/n, is everything alright?" he asks and puts his hand on your shoulder, drawing a little whine from you. His eyebrows knitted and he took a step back, scanning you whole. He just then noticed your flushed cheeks, flustered expression, your thighs pressed together and your bottom lip between your teeth. You were turned on.

❥ He wanted to test his theory a little and started to prepare the ingredients for the potion in front of you two. He flexed his arms a little, knowing you liked his hands because you once told him when you two were drunk. He saw your hungry gaze at his hands, making him smile to himself.

❥ "Here, chop up the root. Can you do that for me, doll?" He softly breathed against your face, coming dangerous close to you. The nickname gave you visible shiver‘s, just feeding right into his ego. He had a crush on you since forever but never actually had the balls to tell you.

❥ After class was over and you guys were free he pulled you with him to his dorm. "M-mattheo what are you doing?" you wondered but followed him. He closed the door behind you and grabbed you by your hips, pushing you against the door. A gasp left your lips and you looked at him like a deer in the lights.

❥ "Care to tell me why you‘re so .. on edge?" Thats when you finally let everything out. You broke up with your boyfriend and the reason was simple: He couldn't fuck. Mattheo had to hold back a laugh at your outburst of emotions. "It's not funny! It's so frustrating you can't even imagine!"

❥ "Want me to help you? You know.. like a best friend would." he offers you with a smug smirk on his face. You thought he was joking until he had you trembling and shaking under him. He hit every corner and touched every part of your skin that was untouched by your ex-boyfriend. "What are friends for huh?" he moaned when you clenched around him, your nails digging into his back when your orgasm came nearer. Let's just say, you never ever had to fear bad sex again.

Tom Riddle:

❥ You and your best friend Tom sat together in the library when no one was there anymore, thank‘s to Tom‘s charm and good reputation. It all started with your leg bouncing the whole time until Tom send you an annoyed glare which made you stop immediately.

❥ But it continued with your sighing. It got so distracting that at one point Tom slapped his book down onto the table so hard that you flinched. "Please tell me why you‘re sighing like a hurt puppy the whole damn time."

❥ You really considered telling him but you were kind of shy when talking about things like that. On top if that Tom already hated your boyfriend and you didn‘t want to give him another reason to add to the list. "Nothing, just.. tired."

❥ Tired my ass was what Tom thought. He knew you were lying so he had to try a different way. It didn‘t took him long to get inside your head with his new found skill ' Legilimency'

❥ "He told you what?!" Tom suddenly shouts at you. "What?" you asked him confused. "He told you that when you asked him for some foreplay?" He didn‘t even tried to hide the fact that he read your mind. "Tom! Stop going through my head all the damn time!" "Did he seriously tell you it‘s not worth the time?"

❥ He scoffs when you tell him the whole thing that happened with your boyfriend. "No wonder you‘re that sexually frustrated." "Excuse me?" "Come on. All the sighing and leg bouncing the whole time? Your body needs release." He said in a monotone voice like he talked about the weather. "Well – it‘s not that easy Tom." "It is. Let me help you."

❥ Since he could read your mind it made no sense to even try and deny the excitement that went through your body at his offer. He had you laying all spread out for him on the library desk in front of him. Books and notes all over the place and even floor. Your skirt got pushed up to your stomach and his fingers skillfully played with your throbbing clit.

❥ "Look at that. How could this not be worth anyone‘s time hm?" Tom muttered while sucking on your nipples, switching every minute between them while pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit until you came around his digits. And that waw just the beginning of a whole night of foreplay.

Theodore Nott:

❥ That‘s exactly how your best friend looks at you when he overhears you talking to Pansy, telling her, you haven‘t slept with someone in so long that you would do abything for dick now. Obviously it was a joke. But obviously Theo wouldn’t be Theo If he didn‘t already formed a plan in his head.

❥ Teasing was the keyword. And patience. Theo‘s plan was to tease you little by little over days to get a reaction out of you.

❥ First day he brushed past you every here and there with his hips pushing slightly against you and his hands on your hips. It made your whole head spin and you tried to calm down, seeing him smiling at you innocently.

❥ The second day was just as simple. The whole day he whispered into your ear, laughing, joking, asking things about the class you two were having right now. And with every whisper he brushed his lips against your ear lobe or shell, his warm breath hitting your skin and leaving goosebumps behind.

❥ On the third day he got a bit bolder. When you started bouncing your leg or fidgeting with your fingers, he would put his hand on your thigh. High. He said "It‘s to calm you down a little bit cara mia." His big hands squeezing your flesh and his fingers stroking your desperate skin.

❥ Day four you and all your friends sat in the common room on the couch by the fireplace. You sat next to Theo of course, sharing a blanket since it‘s cold due the late night. At some point he had you leaning against his chest with his arms around you. While you lazily listened to Draco telling ya‘ll a story, Theo‘s finger started to dance over your slighty exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt mist have rosen up a little under the blanket. You sucked in a breath, trying not to melt right there in front of everyone.

❥ Day five and six were the hardest because he completely neglected you. He talked to you but never stood beside you or sat next to you in class or lunch. It drove you literally crazy. Why would he do this to you? He didn‘t even hug you. But you also couldn‘t ask him because how would that sound? 'Hey Theo why don‘t you touch me anymore?' No thanks.

❥ Day seven was when you actually broke. "Theo, we need to talk, please." You practically dragged him away from the rest of your friends to your‘s and Pansy‘s room. "How can I help you principessa?" he asked with a smug smile on his face. "Touch me." was all you blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked surprised at you. "What?" "Touch me Theo, please. I - I can‘t concentrate anymore when you‘re not near me."

❥ Well – what was supposed to be innocent touching and stroking, ended with you on your belly on your bed with Theo behind you, pounding his cock into your pussy. "Everytime from now on that you feel like this, you come to me, capito?"

Lorenzo Berkshire:

❥ You and Enzo were best friends since you could remember. You two have gone through everything together. Break-up‘s, first heartbreak, fighting with parents, puberty, seeing each other naked by accident, literally everything.

❥ You two were so close that nobody even questioned it when you were cuddling under a blanket in the common room late at night while your friends talked about how unfair the quidditch game today was.

❥ "Did you use that peach-shampoo again?" he whispered into your ear when you layed down on his chest and your hair was right under his nose. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, knowing it was his favorite. He sighs when he inhales it and wraps his arms around you, his fingers playing with the hem of your little crop top.

❥ Enzo was so concentrated at sonething Theodore told the group, that he didn‘t notice how he started to play with the top of her skirt, his fingers gliding under it so innocently. When you noticed you stopped breathing for a second, glanzing up at your best friend who didn‘t seem to notice what he was doing.

❥ At first it was okay but after ten more minutes, you felt yourself getting restless in his arms and shifted every now and then in his lap. You felt yourself get slowly turned on from his little touch. With his second hand he started to stroke your thigh mindlessly, not realizing how your cheeks started to get red and your pussy wet. You pressed your lips together.

❥ Then it happened. Your hips grinded against his lap out of the pleasure and desperation you felt. He froze immediately and stopped moving his hands and fingers. He gulped and looked down at you, your heavy eyes already looking up at him when you grinded against him again boldly.

❥ He swallowed down a moan when your ass grinded against his crotch. "What are you doing baby?" The nickname send shivers down your spine together with his raspy voice against your ear. "I think ��� I think I need out friendship to go to the next level." You breathed out. You saw him biting his lips when his hands startet moving again. One hand continueing massaging your thigh while the other slipped down into your underwear and went straight to your slick folds.

❥ "Shit you‘re soaked." he breathed when he dipped his finger into your wet pussy, teasing your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked up and you tried to be as quiete as possible so your friends around you wouldn‘t notice. Right when you were about to come around his fingers, he pulled them away, your eyes going wide.

❥ You glared up at him with a desperate look in your eyes and rosy cheeks. He licked his fingers clean when no one watched and smirked down at you. "Don‘t worry baby, you‘re gonna come around something way bigger."

Draco Malfoy:

❥ "Draco?" "Yes, y/n?" You currently were in his room at the malfoy manor due holiday‘s and since his parents really liked you – good reputation and behavior, pure blood family and a lot of money – they never had a problem with you over. The complete opposite was the case. They often hoped you two would be more than best friends some day.

❥ "Can you remember when you told me you would do anything for me?" You asked him with your voice cute and hopeful. "No.. but go on." You roll your eyes at his answer but go on like he said.

❥ "Well, there is something that you could do for me that I think you would enjoy too." you said carefully. His eyebrows rose up and he looked at you curious now. "Oh yeah and what would that be, doll?" That‘s the nickname he used on you everytime you asked him for a favor.

❥ Now or never, right? "I - I want you.. tofuckme." His eyes go wide and his jaw fell to the floor. "What did you just say?" he asks slowly, not sure If he understood right. "I said Iwantyoutofuckme." He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your chin. "Y/n.. tell me slowly what you said or I swear – " "I want you to fuck me, Draco."

❥ His lips crashed into yours just a second later, pushing you down on his bed. You kissed him vack, more confused than he was. "Are you- aren‘t you gonna ask why I want this so suddenly?" you gasp when he starts sucking on your neck and his fingers already opening your jeans.

❥ "Fuck no, you can tell me afterwards. I don‘t care." he breathes before he throws all of your clothes all over his room and fucks you into his mattress for the whole night.

❥ After you two were done he pulled you against his chest, still breathing heavily. "And? What was the reason?" he asked out of breath. "Well uh – I broke up with Colin. He just couldn‘t make me happy in and outside the bedroom so .. I wanted to ask you to help me since ai felt so.. worked up." He chuckled deeply and pulled you even closer. "Told you he‘s a loser.." you roll your eyes at his comment. "You‘re mine bow, hope you know that."

Pansy Parkinson:

❥ "Pansy, can I ask you something?" you asked your best friend. You two shared a dorm together and sat currently in front of the tv you had bought for the two if you. Her new favorite show "baby" was playing. It was a italian show and she loved learning new languages. "Of course, what‘s wrong?" "Why has something to be wrong?" "Y/n.. you never ask to ask something.. only when something is wrong."

❥ You had to smile a little at her answer and rolled your eyes playfully. "Since you‘re sleeping with boys and girls.. I wanted to ask you.. do you enjoy going down on girls?" Pansy looks at you surprised. "Why are you asking me that? This isn‘t coming from no where."

❥ I sigh and look at my hands. "Uhm – Brody said he doesn‘t like it and it .. freaks him out." I tell her what my boyfriend told me. Her eyes go wide and she almost shouts at me, "He said what?!" "Can you please just answer me Pansy?"

❥ She sighs and looks at my fidgety hands. "Of course I enjoy it and what kind of man is he that he says something like that to you?" "Is it possible that maybe it‘s.. me? That something is wrong with me and not him? Maybe it looks weird or-" "Y/n stop. I promise you nothing is wrong with you love."

❥ "But you can‘t know that Pans.." "Do you want to try?" Now you are the one who looks at her in shock. "You would ?" "Yeah but only If you‘re comfortable with it of course. I know that you only have been with boys." Your cheeks heated up a little at the thought of doing something so intimate with your best friend. You two have talked about that one time and Pansy knew how open you were to trying it someday with a woman too.

❥ Let‘s just say from there on you never questioned yourself again. "Pansy I - that‘s do good." You let out a whinper, your habds going through her hair. "Hmm such a pretty girl. You‘re doing so good love." She praised you, smiling to herself. She would have a lot of fun with you in the future.

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(dont) kiss me thru the phone

you were pissed that your boyfriend cheated on you and then had the audacity to ghost you after you confronted him about it. what better way to get that anger out than fucking his best friend

suna x f!reader ☆ smut ☆ 2.3k cw: fingering, dirty talk(?), penetration, cheating(?), cucking, phone sex(?), exhibitionism(?) a/n: all those damn question marks bc i cant tell if it would technically count anywho i dont condone cheating but like if someone told me they fucked their cheating bf's bsf i wouldnt judge also sorry for the osamu slander i was never a big fan of the miya twins bc i was too focused on suna so im sorry if i offend any miya stans </3

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you were pissed. you were beyond pissed actually. yeah, you were sad of course when you found out your boyfriend osamu had been cheating on you with some cheerleader from a neighboring college. but you were furious now that osamu had decided to ghost you after telling him you wanted to talk it out. it was pathetic and you were utterly offended. you were also upset with yourself, having not been able to see any signs that you had been dating scum of the earth. 

you know you couldve been the one to take the higher ground. just take his disappearance as the breakup and try to move on with the help of the people in your life that actually cared about you. but you just couldnt. he went low and you wanted to go much much lower. 

knock knock knock 

standing outside of suna’s townhome, you were growing a little nervous. there was a chance suna would push you away and go inform your cheating now ex-boyfriend. but you’ve seen the way suna looked at you. you weren’t stupid. everytime osamu dragged you to parties or hangouts with his friends suna always looked at you like he was fucking you with his eyes. you stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of your pajama pants as the cold night breeze swept over you. 

your body stilled when he opened the door, bare torso on display while a pair of grey shorts hung loosely at his hips. you could smell the faint scent of weed seeping out of his house. his hair was messy in the best way, green eyes narrowed at you slightly. you couldnt deny that he was attractive. but when you were still a loyal and doting girlfriend, no one else seemed as hot as your boyfriend. but things were different now. 

“hello?” sunas tone was indifferent, a bit raspy from whenever he was smoking. he craned his neck for just a moment, seeing if osamu was trailing behind somewhere. 

“suna i know you want to fuck me,” you blurted out, earning equally wide eyes from the man before you. he choked on his own spit, turning his head as he coughed. your face felt like it was on fire and for a second you regretted ever coming here. “im sorry i-” he was quick to put up a finger, silently telling you to wait as he got himself together. clearing his throat, suna stood up a bit taller with skepticism written all over his face. his eyes once again scanned over the area.

“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all. 

“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. 

“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,” 

the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.

“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway. 

“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,” 

excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him. 

his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides. 

“hey whats up?” 

your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly. 

“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,” 

the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up. 

“no shit really?”

you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple. 

“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch. 

you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now. 

“how wet is she,” 

“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit. 

the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.

“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder. 

“oh fuck i can hear her,” 

osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you. 

soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan. 

this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch. 

“fuck she sounds hot,” 

“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then. 

but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone. 

“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”

“wait wha-” 

he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you. 

“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”

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