#just had a 30 minute long cry on my boyfriends shoulder

[djarinova]

oh dear. i fear i shall not come out of the next few months unchanged nor unmarked

[6ix9inewiturmom]

The Scare- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you end up having one of the biggest pregnancy scares of your life while chris is in boston

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, use of Y/N, talks of sex, taking a pregnancy test

A/n: may be tmi but lowkey relate to this so this was easy to write LMFAOO, ENJOY

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR “inspiration” OR ANYTHING ELSE!!

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Chris has been in Boston for the last 2 weeks, and he's finally coming home. I decided to shower and shave before he came home because that man is the most sexually active 20-year-old I've ever met, the Facetime sex at 3 am for him isn't nearly enough to satisfy both of our needs.

After my hour-long shower, I'm digging through my shared bathroom with Chris in an attempt to find my body lotion to prevent my dry ass skin in this heat when I find my box of tampons, which got me thinking I haven't had a period in a while and Chris and I aren't the safest people when it comes to sex because neither of us can even remember to put a condom on, it always fucks up my mood.

“Shit,” I say to my self.

Chris and I are only 20 and with his career there's no fucking way in HELL we can have a kid or even raise a kid, I am nowhere near ready to raise an actual child.

I open my Flo app and see the little circle that's normally red is grey ‘1 week late’

“Shit shit shit,” I say out loud again, panicking.

I can't keep it from him, he's gonna see the pregnancy test in the trash. Would he be mad if I kept it from him? Should I just tell him? Should I go to Tara?

After about 30 minutes of standing in the bathroom looking at the message in my phone, panicking about what to do, I just decided I was gonna tell Chris, he loves me, and we've talked about having kids way later in life anyway, he couldn't be mad.

I finally built up the courage and got dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and a baby tee, with some Converse, and sat on the couch waiting for Chris to come home going through Tiktok and whatever else was on my phone.

“BABY IM HOME” Chris yells from the stairs

I squeal in excitement as I spot Chris and run towards him. Jumping into his arms, he effortlessly lifts me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Umm Y/N there are other people here too you know? Also, Chris get out of the fucking way so we can fucking put our shit down” Nick says in annoyance.

“Well hello to you too Nick,” I say jumping out of Chris’ arms moving out of the doorway, and letting Matt and Nick come inside the house.

“Sorry babes, we've all been up since about 6 am Boston time trying to catch our flight we almost missed because your fucking boyfriend wouldn't get the hell out of bed” Nick replies sending me a soft smile and giving me a soft hug.

“To be fair none of us went to bed at a decent time, mom was making sure we had everything packed so we didn't leave anything behind” matt defends.

“Thank you, Matt, now Y/N do you wanna take a nap? I know we were gonna go out to dinner but I'm very fucking jet lagged and kinda just want to order dinner and watch movies with you” Chris wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his head between my neck as my hands rest on his shoulders.

“Thats fine with me i don't mind” i pull away from his embrace and smile at him.

Chris grabs his luggage and my hand and guides me to our shared bedroom. As we enter the room he seats his luggage down and plops on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

“I have missed this damn bed, don't ask me how I slept in that bed at my mom's house for god knows how long because this one is so much more comfortable,” Chris says adjusting the way he's laying to rest his head down on the pillows. “Now after 2 weeks of no sex and just my right hand, I'm gonna need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you” he smirks at me patting his lap and signaling me to sit on it.

“Yeah so about that” give him an awkward smile “So I didn't know how to approach this to you, 'cause you know we're not the most responsible sexually active humans” I start babbling getting nervous of his reaction based on the puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N what the hell are you getting at? cause if you don’t wanna have sex with me right now that’s fine just say that, but considering our last facetime call the constant ‘oh chris i need your cock’ was really misleading to me” he says with a puzzled faced.

“Chris i’m late” i breathe out.

“late for what? did we have reservations for dinner? did you have something for work?” he says with frustration in his voice.

“No Chris my period, I'm late, my period is LATE, I'm 1 week late today,” I say aggressively from his lack of acknowledgement.

“wait we haven’t had sex in 2 weeks? i’m confused” he sits up moving to the edge of the bed.

“last time we had sex i was ovulating, remember when i told you like a while ago that if im ovulating means im FERTILE?” i say in frustration.

“Fuck” he runs his fingers through his hair “Did you take a test? Do you know for sure that you are pregnant?” he questions

“No, and no, I didn't wanna take a test without you, and I for SURE didn't wanna hide it from you,” I say softly sitting next to him on the bed.

“So why the hell are you freaking out now? You don't know for sure that you are” he asks placing his head in his hands.

“Because you and I are nowhere near ready for a fucking kid Chris, your career, and my inability to even fucking care for myself some days, yeah there's no fucking way I can care for a child who can't even speak on its emotions, Chris” I stand up out of frustration and start pacing.

I can tell Chris obviously got upset with my statement about our ability to care for a child but i was stressed and honestly wasn't thinking.

"I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Y/N. If you are indeed pregnant, please know that I will do everything in my power to support you and our child. Even if it means giving up my career, I will do it willingly. Let's go get a pregnancy test and we can talk about everything else later, okay? I am here for you, and I will always be." he says, his voice filled with empathy and understanding as he gently cups my cheeks in his hands, rubbing them softly up and down and warm smile spreads across his face.

As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return it. He takes my hand in his and gently guides me towards the living room, his grip firm yet gentle. The coolness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.

“Girl, were you guys arguing? Normally after we come home from Boston it's all ‘Oh Chris more, more’ typically a traumatic event” Nick says mocking me with a smile plastered across his face.

“Y/N and I are running to CVS so well be back in a little,” Chris says walking him and me down the stairs and to my car.

The drive to CVS was filled with a bunch of conversations and laughter, talking about if I was pregnant how we would raise our child, and Chris talking about the dad jokes he's gonna have, and considering he's a triplet he carries the genetic that I'm probably gonna twins or triplets.

“How many of these things do we need? What brand is best? why are there so many options?” Chris says holding 3 boxes of pregnancy tests and struggling to figure out which one to pick “fuck it why don't we buy all of them and use one pack tonight then we'll have the extra on hand in case our irresponsibility gets the best of us” he continues.

Chris and I walked up to the front counter and dropped the boxes of tests. The worker behind the counter took a look at the tests and then looked back at us, giving us a fake smile. After ringing up the purchase, we made our way to my car.

“So do you think you are pregnant?” Chris says breaking the silence.

“I mean normally my cycles are normal and a week late is not normal at all but it could be my hormones changing or something, but I do wanna make sure,” I say glancing at Chris nervously biting his nails.

“You were right about how irresponsible we are with our sex lives but when we first started fucking we knew the risk of everything and I mean our kids would be pretty cute,” he says placing his hand on my leg and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

Chris and I pulled up into the driveway. As we got out of the car, he held my hand tightly and carried the CVS bag in the other hand as we made our way into the house and up the staircase.

“did you get any snacks?” Nick says eating a bowl of popcorn on the couch with Matt watching the most random movie on Netflix.

“Uhm no I just got a couple of personal things” I say nervously holding up the bag and sending a warm smile to Nick.

Chris and I pretty much B lined to the bathroom, anxiously “So which one do we use?” Chris says looking down at the boxes.

“Just give me the one that says Clearblue” i say softly laughing as Chris opens the box for me and inspects it before handing me the little stick.

“Do you want me to hold the stick while you piss? I'm sorry I have no idea how these things work” he says laughing allowing his back to slide down the wall and sit with his back against the shower door.

“Chris it's fine i know how to use these, believe me my friends in highschool weren't the most responsible either” I say laughing beginning to pee on the little white and blue stick.

“So how long do we wait?” Chris says helping me take a seat on the floor next to him.

“5 minutes” I breathe out setting a 5-minute timer on my phone and leaning my head against the shower door.

As we sat in the bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test to show its result, the silence felt palpable. It wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a deafening one that seemed to fill the entire room. With just the two of us present, we anxiously waited for the five minutes to pass.

“Would it be a bad thing if I wanted it to be positive?” Chris chuckles.

“I wouldn't necessarily say a bad thing, there's a part of me that kind of wants it to be positive too” i smile back at Chris.

The alarm on my phone quickly broke the once-loving moment sending us into a panic. Chris and I stand up walking to the counter.

“Wait should we film it in case you are then we could always have it if you could be pregnant?” Chris’ gaze softens as he looks at me.

“Chris not the time” I softly laugh out.

“Right,” he nods smiling back at me. “WAIT” he grabs my hand “Whatever happens, I love you,” he says in a serious tone.

With a warm smile, I gaze lovingly at him and reciprocate his affectionate words, "I love you too Christopher." However, my attention is quickly drawn towards the counter where the pregnancy test lays face down, taunting my nerves. With trembling hands, I muster up the courage to pick it up and slowly turn it around to face me, my heart pounding in anticipation of the result.

‘Not Pregnant’

“YES, MORE CREAMPIES” Chris shrieks wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, and spinning me around as I giggle out of excitement.

He carefully seats me down back flat on my feet. Our moment was quickly interrupted by both Nick and Matt barging through the door.

“ARE YOU GUYS- wait is that a pregnancy test? Y/N ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Nick yelled as Matt's eyes widened at the little blue stick in my hands.

“Please for the love of god, I don't want a little Chris running around, or two, or even three” Matt places his hand on his forehead.

“No she is not” Chris chuckles at the boys’ comment.

“THANK YOU,” matt and nick say in unison.

“Wrap it before you tap it next time Chris,” Nick says walking away and back to the living room.

“Now I'll say it again, after 2 weeks of Facetime sex I would like to absolutely fuck your brains out” Chris says smirking down at me.

“Please do” I smile as he picks me up gripping the backs of my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist leading me to the bedroom.

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A/N pt 2: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSSSS AND TYSM TO @cosmicmistake42069 FOR THIS INSPIRATION!!

[kinardsevan]

30 days of fluff challenge: day 11

"crying during a movie"

Tommy doesn’t expect it. 

Evan picks the movie that night. It’s a newer one, from the past decade, and Tommy doesn’t really stay up on anything that isn’t a romantic comedy or an action flick, but Evan had found it in the midst of a twenty-minute search for something to watch while they have dinner, and he turns it on without either of them having much information on the movie. 

They’re not far into the film when Tommy questions whether it was the right choice. It’s heavy—a filim about a girl who loses her entire family in an accident, and then has to decide whether she wants to survive alone, or die to be with them—and before long, he can see the way it’s affecting Evan on a much deeper level than they generally go for. Still, as they watch, Evan seems enamored by the film.

Somehow, Tommy gets sucked into it too, even though he’s concerned about the way his boyfriend is being affected by it. Still, it isn’t until the credits roll, and he glances over to see Evan’s reaction to the end of the film, that he finds him nearly beside himself. 

“Babe?” 

Evan inhales a shaky breath as more tears run down his face. He shakes his head and holds up a hand, intimating that he needs a moment. Tommy watches him wordlessly for a time, gives him the requested time to reign it in. 

Except he doesn’t. Maybe he intended to, but Tommy sees him crumple and the quiet sobs that wrack out of his chest, and at that point, Tommy can’t just watch. 

“Baby,” he interjects, reaching up for Evan’s hand. He pulls it to his mouth and kisses the blonde’s fingers before shifting even closer to him on the couch and pulling him in. “What’s happening right now?” 

Evan forces in several deep breaths, which seem to help, because he’s calmer afterwards. Tommy pulls him in and presses his lips to his birthmark as he runs his fingers up and down Evan’s bicep. 

“I’ve had that moment,” Evan finally admits after five long minutes of silence. 

Tommy settles back, not letting go of him, but enough inches back into his own seat that he can see Evan. 

“What moment,” he asks. 

“After I was struck by lightning,” he explains. “When I was in the coma, I had this dream. A-and it was this life where Daniel was still alive, and Maddie never left Doug, and my parents actually cared.” He pauses, takes another breath, his eyes searching the floor. “Back then, I thought I decided to live because of everyone else. Because in the dream, Bobby didn’t live, and Eddie didn’t have custody of Christopher, and my sister wasn’t safe, but my parents cared and for a minute, all of that was really tempting.” 

Tommy hums in understanding. They’ve had enough discussions about both of their parents at this point for him to understand that what Evan’s referring to isn’t as simple as just making a decision, even if it felt that way at the time. 

“B-but there was this moment. I had this out-of-body experience, and I don’t know how I know it, but when they took me off the ventilator, they were concerned about me being able to breathe on my own. But in my head, I was fighting with…something akin to the devil on my shoulder?” He looks up at Tommy then, his brow furrowed at the recollection. “Like I had to decide to live. And obviously I did. But I could’ve chose not to.” 

Tommy nods as he listens to him. He leans forward and kisses the side of Evan’s head again. 

“But you did live,” Tommy reminds him. 

Evan nods, and there are more tears running down his face again, which Tommy doesn’t love. 

“That’s more upsetting?” He asks warily.

Evan shakes his head and then tilts his head back onto Tommy’s arm, looking up at him. 

“You didn’t exist in that dream,” he rasps. “Because I didn’t know you. And if I hadn’t chosen to live then…” His voice trails off, shaking, but it makes sense to Tommy then. He doesn’t need the end of the sentence to understand why Evan’s upset. 

Tommy takes a deep breath and then drops his head down, curling his fingers under Evan’s chin to tilt him in. This kiss is soft, but also quick and urgent. There’s a line that sets into his forehead as he presses his forehead against Evan’s, dignified by the pain of the mere suggestion of a version of a life that Evan Buckley doesn’t exist in. 

“But you did,” he reminds him again. “I’m so glad you did.” 

“Mmm,” Evan hums, lifting a hand and curling a loose fist around the collar of Tommy’s shirt. He looks back up at him, staring into the depths of Tommy’s ocean blue eyes, sapphire pools of adoration staring back at him. 

“I used to have this checklist,” he adds. “When I would wake up in the morning, to make sure I'm alive, and not still stuck in the dream. Make sure night time came, make sure Bobby was alive, make sure Doug is still dead…” 

Tommy nods again. 

“But you said used to,” he states softly. “So you don’t anymore?” 

Evan inhales a deep breath, the tinest of smiles pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“I do actually,” he replies, flatting his hand out against Tommy’s chest. “It’s only one thing now.” 

Tommy’s brow creases, curious. 

“Can I ask what that is,” he murmurs, adjusting his head on his own shoulder so that there’s only half an inch of space between his nose and Evan’s. 

Evan nods. His eyes trail down briefly, and then back up to Tommy’s. 

“Find this chest,” he rasps. “And make sure the heart inside of it still beating.” 

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

Love No Longer

❥ PAIRING: dom!s.coups x fem!reader

❥ WORD COUNT : 5.1K

❥ GENRE(S): smut/slight humor?

❥ SUMMARY: What happens when your friends dare you to break up with your boyfriend over text? AKA I still suck at summaries just read it.

❥ WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, mentions of drinking, sexual acts, face fucking/deep throat, a lil man handling, rough cheol, asphyxiation, overstimulation, lying for a bet

❥ NOTES: Based on THIS prank that Jeonghan did on Coups but with a lil twist...while you're here, read my Mingyu fic: Petty Wars

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You're at your annual sleepover with your friends, the night only getting later. You are all gathered around the living room. You had picked out a move, but it's soon forgotten, nothing more than white noise as you all move on to play drinking games. The game you all are currently playing is a text response game. The rules of the game are simple. You must spin a wheel and wherever you land, you send the corresponding message to someone saved on your phone. Whoever you decide to text has 1 minute to respond. If you fail, you take a shot. It's already late, so you don't have a long list of people to choose from. Your turn finally arrives and you can only think of one person who might still be up at this hour. 

You spin the wheel, landing on the spot that reads ‘I'm sorry I can't do this any longer.’ Your friends all coo at you as you get ready to send the message.

“Who are you sending it to?” Jurin looks over your shoulder at your phone.

“Cheol, he's the only person I can think of that might still be awake.” You reply with a smile.

 "What a dick move to break up over text," Jurin jokes playfully pushing at you.

 "when he gets this, he's gonna fucking kill me. Promise to attend my funeral?"

“Why are we planning funerals?” your friend Chisa walks back in with more snacks sitting in the small circle that's formed around you, all eyes on your phone.

“They’re making me break up with Cheol,” you fake cry before you send the message with a huff. They start the timer. You wait for his reply as the timer continues to tick. 

“He never checks his fucking messages” you groan, rolling your eyes, clock at 30 secs. 

You sigh, already accepting your defeat. You grab your shot glass and hold it out to your friend Hyo with a shake. Being the appointed bartender of the night, she pours your shot. The timer finally reaches 0 and you down the shot.

The game continued until the entire group went. The game was a bust. No one got a reply in a timely manner. Who would have guessed everyone would be busy on a late Saturday night. All your other friends are probably out parting or fast asleep. You all are just about to move on to the next game when you hear your phone ring. 

“Oh shit, it's Cheol” you yell. The girls gather back around, excited squeals fill the room. You quickly hush them so you can take the call.

“Hello?” You sigh, trying to put on an act. You had never been good at lying, especially to cheol. You can only hope he can't see through your facade.

“What are you talking about?” He gets straight to the point. 

His voice filters through the phone, thick with sleep sounding slightly raspy. You know how precious his sleep is to him so you feel a bit bad for keeping him up, but with your friends egging you on in the back, you have no choice but to continue with the prank. The show must go on so you pull yourself together and reply.

“I was just thinking… and I can't do this anymore. I don't want to argue with you. Let's just end it.”

Silence is all you hear on the other line.

 “Where are you?” he still sounds unbothered and tired. You roll your eyes, knowing he probably still doesn't believe you. You're known for being bratty when you don't get your way. He probably just thinks you're acting out. 

“Choi Seungcheol, do you think I'm joking?" You know you're pushing it, but you knew this was the only way he would take you seriously. You only use his full name when you're pissed because you know it makes him mad.

 “Are you for real? Are you still mad about last week? I said I was sorry” He’s fully awake now. 

Last week, you guys got into an argument because he ate your leftovers. You came over after work. You were waiting all day to eat the rest of your kimchi jjigae, but it was gone. He said he ate it because you always leave food in his fridge for days, promising to eat it later. He usually ends up having to throw it out. He claims he didn't want to be wastful, so he ate it.

"You should be thanking me,im saving the planet," he argued

You were already tired from work, and now hungry. You were extra sensitive that day, so you ignored him for 2 hours until he went out and returned with more food. He knows you're one to hold grudges, so he doesn't put it past you to still be upset.

“You're seriously gonna break up with me over some leftovers?” He says exasperatedly.

“No, it's not just that Seungcheol, it's other things too. I don't have to explain myself to you. We are over!” you pack in the dramatics. 

You mute yourself just briefly when you threaten to let out a giggle. Your friends not making it any easier as they can't hold their laughter either. You shush them before unmuting the phone again. It's silent until you hear a scoff from your boyfriend.

“You can't even say it to my face? Come see me princess, you scared?” He’s pissed you can practically hear him clenching his jaw.

You try your hardest to shake the nervousness from your voice. “You don't scare me Cheol” you roll your eyes.

“Oh, now I'm Cheol? What happened to Choi Seungcheol? You better be here within the next hour or I'll come find you. You think I'm playing?” At this point, you know he's being dead serious. You're just about to tell him you're joking when your friend grabs your phone and ends the call abruptly.

“Chisa! he's gonna fucking kill me? What are you doing?” You're bewildered as you wait for her answer.

“You were going to cave, I could tell. I'm only doing what's best for you” She nods understandingly at you like she's some kind of therapist.

“Um, did you forget we were just joking…. I'm not actually breaking up with him??? This isn't a game you're playing with my life now” You have already been testing his patience tonight. Hanging up in his face definitely got you, like 10 spankings. 

“But earlier? You said they were making you break up with him?”

“It was a joke!”

“Oops must have missed that part,” she squeaks nervously, trying to hide away as you hit her with a pillow.

You're about to call him back when Hyo grabs your wrist. “Noo, let's see how far we can take this” She smiles wickedly

You wait for her to continue. 

“Go home, call us, and keep us in your pocket when you confront him,” Hyo finishes

“Are you bitches that bored?” you give them a blank stare.

 “Yes,” they return your stare and burst out laughing in unison.

“And what would I get from risking my life for you guys” 

“50 bucks?” 

“hell no” 

“from all of us” 

you stop and pucker your lips in thought “cash app me?” 

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You can only imagine how pissed Cheol is, so to at least lighten your punishment, you heed his warning and arrive within the next 45 minutes. You park your car, and before you exit, you dial up the girls.

 “Alright bitches grab your popcorn… Chae, you still ain’t send my money” you can hear a groan from the other line, a beat of silence falls before your phone lights up indicating someone has sent you $50.

“Thank. You” you enunciate with a smirk. 

“Ok, we’re gonna mute ourselves now. Don't hang up!” Jurin cheers.

“alright,” You slip your phone into your pocket. 

You get out and lock your car with a beep. You’re sweating bullets, you and Seungcheol have had your fair share of arguments, both of you are never afraid to say what's on your mind but you don't think you have ever pushed this many of his buttons all at the same time before. As you make your way up the drive-thru, you feel a vibration in your back pocket. To double-check that your call was still going, you pulled out your phone. Luckily, the call didn't drop, but you noticed a new notification. It was a text from Cheol.

‘Doors open’, it read. 

He must have heard you pull up. You walk through the door, and you can see a single light coming from the living room. You walk towards the light. He must have been waiting for you. You enter the room, Seungcheol sitting with his arms crossed across his broad chest, making his arms look even bigger. You hate to say it, but damn, you're glad you pissed him off. He always looked so sexy with his eyes glaring daggers at you. His thighs spread open on the couch. Normally, his man spreading would annoy you, but right now, and all you can do is stare at his thick thighs straining against his jeans. For a moment, you get too caught up in ogling him. Frozen in your spot, you can't find the words to say. Head completely empty, mission forgotten. You must have been out of it for a second too long because Cheol cocks his head to the side with a quirk of his eyebrow. 

“Thought you weren't scared of me pretty girl.” his words snap you out of your trance. Remembering your mission, you set off to give the girlies their money's worth. 

“I'm here like you asked. What do you want?” You try your best to sound displeased.

“Watch that fucking attitude” 

At first, you were acting, but now he was bringing the real brat out of you. You hated when he thought he could boss you around. 

“You don't run me. You ever think that's maybe one of the reasons I wanna break up with you?” 

This makes him smile. You can tell by the look in his eyes he's about to say the vilest thing. You brace yourself. Whatever he's about to say you already know your friends aren't letting you live it down. 

“You seem to like it when I boss you around if it means you're gonna get some dick? You follow my commands just fine then? When I tell you to drop to your knees and take me down the back of your throat, I don't hear any complaints” He shrugs nonchalantly. You clench your fists in embarrassment. You can already feel the string of texts rolling in as your phone silently vibrates in your back pocket.

“Is that all you called me here for? To humiliate me?” you snap. 

“Humiliate you? Where was that shame when I called you my little fuck doll and you practically came every-” 

“Alright, we're done ok. OVER!” You rush out trying to speak louder than him, hoping your friends didn't catch that comment. You know it's no use, those nosey bitches hear everything.

Seungcheol finally rises from the couch and walks toward you calmly. His figure almost towering over your frame the closer he gets. When he reaches you, he bends down to be at eye level with you. He holds eye contact with you, looking deep into your eyes, searching for something. You look away from him, knowing if he looked hard enough, he could still see the love in your eyes. He grabs your face and makes you look at him. 

"Let me see those eyes princess” you have no choice but to hold his stare. "That's my good girl” 

you can barely keep up the act up anymore.

“You seriously through with me baby?” 

“yes” you barely whisper

At this exact moment, you know the jig is up. He can see right through you. From the beginning, he knew you were lying. He just had to know for sure for himself. The only thing is, he still can't wrap his head around why you're acting this way. 

“My baby just wants to act up right? Not giving you enough attention, is that it?” he mocks your pout and pecks your lips softly.

“You would never leave me, hmm?" He nods your head for you. 

All you can do is stare at his lips not hearing a word that comes out.

“What happened, baby? Where did that attitude go?” He kisses you deeply this time. 

Your legs feel like putty under you. He bites your lip, causing you to gasp softly. He takes the chance to lick into your mouth. You almost moan into the kiss, but a buzz from your back pocket reminds you why your here. You try again to hold your ground, barely managing to pull yourself away from his intoxicating kiss.

“You're not allowed to kiss me anymore” you breathe heavily

Seungcheol can't help but become amused at the state he's left you in, breathless just from a kiss. “And why is that?”

 You swallow the nerves that threaten to bubble to the surface from what you're about to say. “I'm not yours anymore” 

“Then whose are you?” 

“I…. I found someone else,” you squeak out.

Seungcheol already knows you're lying, but the fact that you won't drop this little act is pissing him off. The amused smirk on his face from earlier was gone, instead replaced by a scowl and furrowed brows. 

“Stop playing” he's serious. 

You stay quiet. 

He chuckles darkly. “You found someone who fucks you better than me baby? Are you sure about that?” 

Silence again 

“Answer me when I'm fucking talking to you pretty girl,” He growls

No matter how badly you wanted to be a brat and knock his ego down just a tad, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell that lie. 

“That's what I thought” he crashes his lips to yours and brings a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place. 

You have completely forgotten about the dare. You can only think about whatever punishment he's going to give you for acting out. He walks you backwards until your hips meet the cool wood of the dining room table. He breaks away from the kiss to turn you around, bending you over the table. He presses his hips into your ass. You can't help but grind back into him subtly. 

“Do you feel that baby? Noone's ever gonna make you feel as good as me. You said you found someone else? Let's see how they compare.”

As he grinds against your ass he can feel your phone going off in your back pocket and takes it out. 

You immediately move to grab your phone. He uses his free hand to grab your arm and pin it behind your back easily, pressing you further into the table. He unlocks your phone and then falls silent. 

“I can explain” you nervously laugh

Your friends unmuted themselves, knowing they had been exposed. “Heyyy.. go easy on the princess over there” They snicker.

You can immediately recognize Chisa’s voice. You can feel your cheeks heat up at the teasing.

“We put her up to it,” Hyo giggles from somewhere in the background.

“It was a dare, I'm sorry!” you try to recover. 

Seungcheol can't help but laugh. You know that humorless laugh all too well. With just that laugh as the indicator, you know it's up for you now. He leans over your body to hover next to your ear, stroking your hair lovingly.

“Don't worry, she's in good hands” he hangs up the call and the hair he had stroking your hair grips your strands at the roots, pulling you up against his chest. 

“In the room brat, show out if you want to tonight. I want you on your best behavior.” He tugs your hair, waiting for a response. 

“yes daddy,” you can't help but moan. You know he won't give you anything if you're not on your best behavior. You know he's going to punish you, but you can't help but rub your thighs together at the thought, your panties practically clinging to your core with how wet you were. 

He lets you go and watches you walk away down the hallway into your room. You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for your next command. You cross your legs in an effort to control your arousal. You had been sitting for a while when you finally heard him approach the room. 

“Get undressed, I want you on your knees waiting for me,” he orders before disappearing into your shared closet, 

You undress and do what you're told, getting on your knees. He emerges with the toy box, setting it on the bedside table for now. You don't think it's fair how he can just stand there and look so fucking good in just a tight tee and some jeans. If he didn't do something to you fast, you were certain you would break your promise of being on your best behavior. The brat in you is never too afraid to rear its head. He's just been standing there looking at you, his features set in a permanent scowl, and you think he couldn't be any sexier. You hold back a whine, biting your lip. This seems to move him from his spot. He grabs your chin roughly, contradicting the way he gently traces his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“You sorry?” 

You open your mouth to answer; he takes this chase to shove his thumb in your mouth. All you can do is nod your head. Gently suckling on his digit. 

“Come show me how sorry baby” 

His eyes have grown dark with lust as he watched you pull off his thumb. You move from your spot on the bed and crawl closer to him. Hands immediately reaching for his belt. You can't seem to get the stupid thing off quick enough, stumbling over your hands. He grasps your wrist. You look up at him, confused.

“Slow down baby, no need to rush… I'm going to take my time with you tonight” you can sense the underlying threat in that and a shiver runs through your body. 

If you thought you were soaked before, you're definitely dripping down your thighs at this point. His pants fell down on his thighs as you unbuckled his belt. You can't help but let out a near-pornographic moan at the sight in front of you. You can already feel the weight of it against your tongue. He hasn't even touched you yet and you can already feel yourself becoming cock drunk just from the thought of him. You nuzzle against his stomach as you stroke him through the fabric of his boxers. 

“Don't act sweet now princess, you're still gonna get it,” he pats your head.

You meet his eyes with a dopey smile. “I know, I just love you” 

You break his hard exterior a little; you see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans down and pecks you softly, scattering kisses all across your face. 

“I love you too, on your back for me baby.” 

You lay on your back, hanging your head off the bed. He pulls his clothes the rest of the way off his body. He spits in his palm, stroking his length before he places it on your lips. No further words are necessary. You lick your lips and open your mouth for him. You relax your throat for him, letting him take control. It's better to take as much as he gives you than to tease him. You can practically feel him hit the back of your throat. You groan at the feeling sending vibrations down his length. 

“Fuck baby, just like that” he throws his head back to moan “gonna fuck your throat now, ok?” 

You do your best to nod, preparing yourself for him to fuck your face. He gently fits the rest of his size down your throat, trying his hardest not to gag you…. for now. One hand cradling the top of your head and the other gripping your jaw, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. Gently at first to help you warm up until he was fully fucking your throat. He pauses his quick pace briefly and holds your head in place as he presses deep into your throat. He holds you there, groaning at the feeling. He's still feeling a little mean, so he takes one of his hands and uses it to pinch your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. You're able to hold your breath a bit before you begin to gag on his dick due to your lack of oxygen. He makes you take it for a few seconds longer before pulling from you. He gives you a few moments to catch your breath. 

“You did so well for me baby come here” he helps you up onto your knees again and rewards you with a kiss stealing your breath once again. 

You melt into his touch, and when he pulls away, you chase his lips. 

“Behave” he warns. “Lay back for me baby,” he instructs. 

You crawl up the bed and lay back, closing your eyes and waiting for what he has in store next. What you don't expect to feel is the cold metal of handcuffs binding your hands in front of you. You immediately whine, not caring if you get reprimanded. You hated not being able to touch him. This was the worst punishment of all. 

“Please, no! I'm sorry, I swear I'll be good. Please let me touch you please,” tears threatening to spill. 

“No baby, you're gonna take your punishment like a big girl, you got that?” he strokes your cheek lovingly. “Now stick that ass out, I want you to count each one” 

You moan at that already knowing what his next punishment would be. You turn over face down, ass up. You feel his hands first at the back of your thighs; you close your eyes again and focus on the way he trails them up past your ass and down your back and up again. Following that route a few times. You fully relax against his touch. He pulls away for a moment. That's when the first hit comes. He brings down the leather paddle against your left cheek.

 “One” you count, 

He brings the paddle down again against the other side. You count up to five and he lets you take a small break as he rubs and massages your cheeks. 

“Doing so good for me baby, we're almost there,” and then he starts up again. 

His gentle actions and words from before are a ghost of the past as he brings the paddle to strike down on you again with no mercy. 

“15” you finally cry, thighs shaking at the stinging. 

He puts the paddle away, leaning down and litters your bruised skin in light kisses. His kisses grow closer and closer to your dripping heat. You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into his face. He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he shoves his tongue deep inside your cunt. Groaning at the taste, he pulls back and licks his lips. Diving back in, eating you from the back. He shakes his head into your core to get more of your taste on his tongue. He slips two fingers into you easily, slick heat sucking him in greedily. He doesn't waste any time curling his digits up deep into your cunt. Free hand holding you against his tough while the other fucking into you roughly. You lean away from his mouth; the feeling is becoming too much. He smacks your thigh in retaliation. 

“don't run from me, I'm not done with you yet” 

“I'm so close, can I come daddy.. please?” You try your best to take everything he gives you. 

He doesn't answer you but pulls his mouth away from your core. He continues to drive his fingers into your heat, adding another one. You can feel your core tighten around his thick fingers. 

“I can't hold it any longer,” you cry as you shake against his grasp. 

Seungcheol pushes you to your limit, right as you're about to release. He pulls his fingers from you, flips you onto your back, and shoves his fingers into your mouth. 

“Hold it,” he states sternly. Tears are streaming down your face by this point. 

“You're done being a bad girl?” he looks down at you.

Not one coherent thought in your head, all you can manage is a slurred “yes” and a “please” and whatever else your fucked out mind can think of. You can see his eyes soften and he takes pity on you. 

“Yea? Tell me what you want then.” 

If you were in your right mind, you would have sent him an icy glare, but you can't even manage that in your state. He took pity on you, but not enough to pass up the chance to tease you. He hovers above you with a smug look on his face, waiting for you to catch your breath to answer him. You know he won't do anything unless you ask for it, so you take a moment to gather your bearings. 

“I want to touch you” 

Since the moment he put the cuffs on you, the only thing you could think of was getting them off. You wanted to run your hands up his arms and across his broad shoulders. You wanted to rake your nails down his back and pull at his hair. You needed to feel him in everyway possible. He chuckles at your request and goes to remove your restraints. As soon as your hands are free, they fly to grab his face and bring him down into a searing kiss. 

You pull away briefly “Fuck me already,” you complain.

“I let up on you and you immediately made me regret it. I spoil you too much” he rolls his eyes at your brattiness.

Without another word, he brings one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder. You take his length into your grasp and line him up to your entrance, dragging him through your slick, coating the head. You pull him down into another kiss. He slowly sheathes himself in your warmth until you can feel him deep in your stomach. You both moan into each other's mouths. You bite his lip at the feeling. Even with how wet you are, Even with all the prep, he still manages to splits you open on his fat cock. He lets out a deep groan and you release his bottom lip. You lick at it to soothe the inflicted pain. 

“You can take it baby” He leans back onto his knees, taking your other leg in his grasp as well and pressing them against your chest as he drives his hips into yours over and over again. Only noise filling the room is the sound of skin meeting skin, Seungcheol’s deep groans, and your moaning. 

“I'm so close” you reach up to grab a handful of his hair. “Please don't stop,” you cry. 

Really, he should pull out of you and make you finish on your own, but lucky for you, Seungcheol is too far gone to think of doing anything that evil. 

“You're so fucking tight… take it just like that,” he rambles. “So good for me, give me all you got” he rubs at your clit, giving it a few smacks. You can't help but cum around his thick length.

“You're gonna be so full of me, I don't want you spilling a single drop, you hear me?” 

You nod, thighs shaking at the oversensitivity. His thrust starts to lose rhythm as he feels himself get closer. He bites at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet. His hips stutter as he groans. He releases deep within your cunt and after coming down from his high, he pulls out gently. Right when you're about to rest your eyes and bask in the afterglow of your amazing orgasm, you hear the vibrations of your favorite toy. 

“I can't… I can't take another one, please” 

“I know you can princess. Give it to me. Be my good girl just one more time” he kisses the inside of your thighs before he slots himself in between them to prevent them from closing. He really is evil because when he places the toy on you, it's set to its highest vibration. Within seconds, your back is arching off the bed, and your thighs are trembling. 

“Fuck… daddy It's too much” you nearly scream you grab at his wrists but he doesn't move an inch. 

“Take the rest of your punishment angel” you try to close your legs around him as best you could, but that only earns you a slap on your thigh.

“Hold your legs open” he waits for you to do as you're told but you can't even feel your legs anymore. He pries them open and shoves 3 fingers in deep, hitting your g-spot when he curls and scissors them. You squirt all over his arm and thighs. He pulls the toy away and lays a few smacks against your clit to help you ride it out. Shocks of overstimulation surge through you, causing your hips to jump at each hit. As you come down, he sets your thighs down and licks them clean. You can't bear to keep your eyes open any longer, threatening to fall asleep. You feel him lie atop of you with a yawn, crushing you under him.

“ugh get off me asshole,” your voice rasps, nearly gone.

“I didn’t fuck the attitude out of you yet?” his voice rumbles against his chest. You immediately fix your approach. 

“baby you're squishing me would you please get up” 

he finally rolls off of you, pulling you against his chest. 

You hit his chest “you almost killed me”. 

Seungcheol can only laugh in response. After resting his eyes for a few more seconds, he gets up to run a bath. He returns to your side and picks you up bridal style, taking you into the bath. He leaves to change the sheets, then joins you in the tub. He gets in behind you and he cleans you up. You can feel yourself dozing off in his hold. After cleaning up, you get changed into something comfortable and get into bed. You get comfortable against his chest and fall asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you check your phone. Last night, the group chat had blew up. Memes were being used to poke fun at you, your friends holding nothing back. You can't help but laugh, and you close your phone. Do you think it was worth it? Yes. Not only are you $200 richer, but you got some good dick last night as well. You close your eyes and get some more rest. 

[sturn1olo-ffics]

chris x fem!reader and reader had a vv long day nd she js wants to cuddle w her boyfriend?

if you don’t wanna write it totally okay 😜

- MY GIRL -

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: barely any kissing, cuddling, use of y/n, fluff, I think that’s it??; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: request above 😈 I love this 😩

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(Y/N’s POV):

It was 10:00 and I was just getting out of a meeting. My manager kept throwing things on me left and right and I was starting to get extremely overwhelmed.

I hopped in the drivers seat of my car and began to drive home. I had such a long day, I didn’t even turn any music on.

I got home, walked inside my house, and immediately got in the shower before I hear my phone ding.

“Hey :) I saw you had a long day on your Snapchat story. Wanna come over? Or I can come to yours?” 10:31 p.m.

It was a text from Chris.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in about 30 minutes. Gotta shower” 10:32 p.m. I respond.

After showering and doing my skin care, I throw on a big t-shirt and some pajama shorts along with some shoes before grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys, and stepping out of the house.

The drive over to Chris’ wasn’t bad. My head was pounding and I just wanted to be with my boy.

After pulling in the driveway, I was met with Matt and Nick in the front yard.

“What are y’all doing?” I laughed. They were filming a TikTok, but seeing it from an outside perspective was embarrassingly funny.

“Y/N!!” Nick yelled as he ran towards me.

“Chill Nick it’s 11:00 at night. We have neighbors.” Matt said calmly before grabbing Nick’s shoulder.

“Where’s Chris?” I asked, dapping both the boys up.

“He’s in his room. Told us not to go in there.” Nick responded.

“Ah- okay. Well, I’m gonna go see what he’s up to.” I giggled before walking into their house.

“Hi sweet girl.” A loving voice came from behind me as I entered the kitchen.

I turn around to see it was Chris, and he instantly pulls me into a hug.

“Been a long day, huh?” He asked, rubbing little circles into my back.

I nodded into his shoulder before he pulled away and turned me around, setting a hand on the small of my back, leading me down to his room.

I open the bedroom door to see my favorite movie queued on the TV and my favorite snacks on the bed.

“Chris-” I said before a tear slipped out.

“I know you’ve had a rough day, and I was hoping to try and make you feel better.” He giggles at me crying over the simple gesture.

He pulled me into another hug and gave me a soft, sweet peck to the lips before he lead me to the bed and turned out the lights.

I curled up into his side while he wrapped one arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

He leaned down and gently placed a kiss to the top of my head as we watched my favorite movie and ate snacks.

Every single bit of stress I felt on me had been swept away because I was with Chris. My favorite person. I slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

The movie ended and just as he leaned over to grab the remote to turn the TV off, Matt walked in.

“Hey do you know where the-” Matt began before Chris interrupted.

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Matt’s voice.

“Shhh Matt. My girl is sleeping. Go ask Nick.” He whispered across the room.

I was barely awake, but hearing him call me “his girl” made my heart skip 3 beats.

“My bad.” Matt whispered back before softly closing the door behind him.

I shifted a little bit in my sleep before Chris placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Sorry sweet girl.” He patted my back.

“I love when you call me your girl.” I mumbled into his chest.

“Oh yeah?” He giggled, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

“I love you Chris.” I smiled into him.

“I love you more, y/n. Good night.” He whispered as my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

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A/N: This was more of a blurb almost but I low key really like it. I’m all here for short-ish, sweet fics. Also, I will literally do any request ever as long as it has nothing weird in it like smut or implied smut. Love always 💙💙.

[redskull199987]

i am sooo in love w your charles fics, and i was just wondering if you could do one where after a long day of practice charles comes home to the reader (male, preferably. or gender neutral is fine too!) all stressed and the reader knows a little way to relieve charles' tension? (by 'relieve' , if you can't catch my drift, possible nsfw?)

First of all, I am so sorry that it took me so fucking long to write this. I have no explanation, I have no apologies. I'm just lazy and I'm sorry. I hope you still like this.

Ease your Pain

Charles Leclerc x male!reader Request

Word count:1.2k

Warnings:smut 18+, making out, male!receiving, but a lot of fluff

Summary: After a stressful day, you help Charles to come down again...

Masterlist

I watched with wide eyes how the Australian GP came to a rather fast end for Charles. Another DNF, even though the season just started. I knew that he wouldn't take it well. All the DNFs and the stress had taken a toll on him. He didn't want to talk about it, but I knew that he was having a hard time. 

"Charles?", I asked carefully, as I watched my boyfriend make his way over to the me in the garage. His head shot up and I saw the tears in his eyes. He was doing everything possible for him not to cry. I rushed over to him and pulled him into my arms. He immideately burried his head in my shoulder, closing his eyes.

"You wanna go back to the hotel?", I asked and looked at him. He only nodded:"After the interviews:"

"Are you sure that you can do this?", I mumbled as I saw some Journalists already approaching us.

"It's fine, ma coeur. Just wait by the car", Charles sighed. I only nodded, not wanting to stress him any more. I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek one last time before parting with him and making my way to our shared car in which we arrived earlier.

It didn't take long for Charles to return. But in the 30 minutes that he was gone, his DNF was already all over social media and while most people were nice and felt with Charles, there were also those that said he deserved all of it.

"We can go now", Charles mumbled after fastening his seat belt.

"Give me your phone", I said and held my hand out to him. Charles only looked at me perplexed. But eventually he pulled out his phone and gave it to me.

"No more social media today", I explained while starting the car,"No phone calls, no texts. Nothing. You have done enough today, no more."

Charles looked at me, like he was about to cry again. The adoration in his eyes clearer than daylight.

"Thank you, Love", he mumbled and rested his hand on my knee, slightly squeezing to show his gratitude. I only smiled at him and nodded before we drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.

"You want to take a shower while I get dinner?", I asked, as Charles and I waited for the elevator to arrive.

"That would be nice", he smiled and stepped in, as the doors in front of us opened.

"What are you craving?", I questioned. Charles didn't answer for a second, so I turned around thinking that he was pondering what he wanted to eat, But I was met with the sight of  a grinning Charles Leclerc.

"Charles, that was not what I meant", I smiled, my cheeks slightly tinted red.

"I didn't even say anything", he laughed and put up his hands in defense.

"Yeah sure", I rolled my eyes and slightly slapped his chest, as the elevator doors finally opened. The two of us stepped out into the hallway why discussing  what we wanted to eat now.

"You know what", Charles said as we reached,"Surprise me"

And with a grin he withdrew to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard how the shower starting running, signaling that I had approximately half an hour before he would come out again.

With a smile I reached for my phone , ordering takeout. But I still knew how to surprise Charles.

So, after about 30 minutes, just like I estimated, Charles stepped out of the Bathroom, only dressed in his shorts. A towel was draped over his shoulders and I saw that his hair was still slightly wet.

"Did you order something?", he asked, probably already smelling the food that rested on the table that was situated not far away from the bed.

"Come over here first.", I smiled, Charles looked at me perplexed but he did move over to the bed, sitting down next to me. 

"Everything alright?", he asked. 

"Yes", I smiled and carefully took his face in my hands, "I love you, Charles. Please never forget that. I'll  always be here for you and you can always talk to me."

Charles didn't say anything at first, but I saw a smile graced his features and he raised his hand to put it over mine.

"Thank you, ma coeur", he finally mumbled,"I love you too"

I didn't need to say anything more, as Charles leaned forward to press his lips on mine.He sighed against my lips and I felt him pull me closer to him.

"Today is about you", I mumbled, as I pushed him back against the headboard. I saw that he tried to supress a moan, which put a smile on my face. 

"Just relax", I whispered and softly kissed his neck, while my hand wandered to his pants. I carefully pushed them down, grazing his already hard length.

"Ma coeur!", Charles sighed as I started to palm him through his boxers. 

"It's fine", I murmured as I pushed down the last piece of clothing,"Let it all out"

While my hand started to work on his cock, I continued to assault Charles neck , covering him in hickeys, which resulted in him moaning even louder.

"Y/N", he groaned, which told me that he was close.

"Cum for me", I whispered into his ear, sending him right over the top and I felt him release over my hand.

I looked up at Charles, who was breathing heavyly. I only smiled and kissed his cheek before getting up to grab a towel and a water bottle. As I returned to the bed, I handed Charles the bottle and cleaned him up a bit.

"Wanna eat now?", I asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"I'd love to", Charles smiled. He got up and pulled me to my feet and before I could react, he had pulled me right into his arms, embracing me in a strong hug.

"Thank you, Y/N. I really needed this. I love you", He mumbled into my ear.

"I love you too, Charles", I smiled and pecked his cheek,"Come on, before the food gets cold"

"By the way", Charles wondered, as we sat down,"Is there anything visible on my neck?"

I almost chocked on my water, as Charles truned around, revealing the litany of hickeys all over his neck.

"we definetly need to cover those tomorrow", I whispered and started eating, trying to change the topic.

Charles only smiled:"oh don't worry, I don't have a problem with people knowing who helps me to relieve my stress the best."

[aaakikoo]

RANDOM BAKUGOU KATSUKI SCENARIOS

1. WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM

It is a winter day in the middle of January. It was 19:30 and your boyfriend would be just now leaving his agency. Today is your first date with your boyfriend since almost two months. You two had been busy with lots of hero work. So today was a break for the two of you.

You wore a white puffer jacket, and white boots that were hidden under your baggy blue jeans, a thick white scarf and ear muffs on. Katsuki had texted you to meet him at an entrance of a park that was near his agency.

You had been caught up by making yourself look all cute for him, wore the golden necklace with ‘k’ on, gold hoops and bunch of rings. You even did your make up carefully. Conclusion, you left late, 19:45, when he had asked you to meet him by 20:00.

So you ran and ran on the way there, you arrived around five minutes late and waited for him at the entrance. You looked at the watch on your wrist to see that it ticked 20:15. Did he leave? You sat down and decided to wait a little more. 20:20..20:25 and then you were mad, you searched for your phone to see that it was gone. You felt your heart drop as you tried to find a possibility of where you had dropped it.

You probably dropped it while running all the way here. You looked at your watch to see that it now was 20:30. You felt tears in your eyes for some reason. As you got up to leave you heard your boyfriends voice. “Y/N!” He said as he ran towards you.

It was snowing now. “Y/n…sorry I was late.” He said as he was breathing heavily. “Katsuki!” You said angrily and hit his chest. “Do you know how long I waited??” You asked him angrily once again. “I’ve been here for 30 minutes! You made me run here and you end up being late!” You said as you started crying.

“I-I’m sorry, They kept me for extra long because of a meeting.” He said as he held your shoulders. “I’m sorry for making you cry.” He said as he smiled at you. “Cmon let’s go.” He once again said as he reached for your hand.

“Katsuki.” You said, as he bummed in reply. “I-I lost my phone..” you said as you looked at him. “You what? How?” He questioned in confusion. “It probably fell out of my jacket as I was running here.” You answered as you sort of yelled out the last part.

“I’ll track it don’t worry.” He said as he sat in the car. “What do you mean you’ll track my phone? Do you always track me?” Silence.

You found your phone after the date.

2. WHEN HE WINS IN CHESS

“Katsuki!! It’s not fair!” You said very very irritated. “Alright pack the chess set, I’m tired.” He said confidently. You almost felt humiliated by his words. “One more round! Please babe!” You begged him with eyes closed. “Alright I’ll teach you some tricks.” He said as he flashed a grin.

“See how this bishop moved? Move this pawn to block it.”

“See now you’ve created a battery, by moving the knight he’s protecting the queen.”

“Don’t take this pawn, if you take it, you’ll loose your rook.”

“No he doesn’t move diagonally only the bishop and queen can move diagonally.”

“See now it’s checkmate.”

“Thanks katsuki!” You thanked him as you smiled, you felt more confident now. “Can we play one last round? Please!!” You asked him and he knew he had to say yes to this. “Alright.”

He ended up checkmating himself on purpose to make you happy.

3. WHEN YOURE TOO NERVOUS TO MEET HIS PARENTS

Today you were meeting your boyfriends parents and you’ve been stressing the whole week. What should you wear? What perfume should you wear? What gift do you bring? What to do at all?

Katsuki tried to ease your nervousness by telling you that it isn’t deep, and it should be fine. It’s easy for him to say because these are his parents. They’ll always like their son, but you have to make them like you, or else, you don’t know if you and Bakugou can have a future.

“Y/n hurry!” Katsuki said as he walked inside your bedroom. “Wait idiot! I’m doing my hair.” You tried to brush him off a little. He ended up dragging you to the car.

Once the two of you at his family house you made multiple self notes.

DONT be yourself too much

Compliment Bakugou

Laugh at his dads joke

Compliment his moms cooking

Act lovey dovey

None of that ended up happening, because the second you walked in his mom showered you with compliments. His parents weren’t how you expected, but better than expected.

They were both super nice and you think you made an amazing impression on them both. They both teased you and Katsuki on certain topics, over all the visit went 10/10.

When you and Katsuki left and got into the car he said, “I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me now.”

[berryhobii]

Hiii! I recently discovered your account and I'm so in love with you writings 😭. Can you do a namjoon x f!reader where namjoon gets really jealous and possessive so he picks a fight with her but then he regrets it when he saw her crying so he decided to remind her who she belongs to?!! Thanks in advance 💜

Thanks for your request! I actually kind of forgot what you specified so by the time I finished and read it again, I realize that you asked for reader to cry. I totally forgot. I’m sorry! I did include some tears of pleasure though. Hopefully that makes up for it. I also made Namjoon super toxic in this🫣still, I hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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“You’re such an asshole! Why do you always do this?!” You slammed your purse down on your vanity, the furniture rocking under the force. You didn’t even care about your expensive makeup tumbling off it. That blush was $30!

“Why do you always insist on parading yourself around like you’re not in a relationship?”

Your head whipped around so fast that the tips of your braids smacked you in the face.

“You’re acting like I have For Rent sign hanging off my pussy, Namjoon!”

“You might as well!”

This wasn’t the first time you and your long term boyfriend had gotten into an argument like this. Specifically about this particular topic. It was honestly exhausting. Why did you even stick around?

Namjoon had been your on and off boyfriend for close to a decade. You two met in a little after high school. While he went off to college, you immediately started working, deciding that college wasn’t really for you. You worked a lot of odd jobs; mail carrier, retail worker, security guard and now you were a personal assistant at a company you actually really liked. It was good pay, good benefits, you even got your weekends free.

Working at a company meant company dinners. Normally, you’d decline. You’d tell your coworkers that you were tired or that you were spending time with your boyfriend and they’d take that excuse.

But the real reason you didn’t go was because your boyfriend was bat shit crazy.

Your hands waved around as you yelled back, “I’m not fucking anyone else, Namjoon! And I’m not trying to. Why the hell are you so paranoid?”

“How can I not be paranoid when my girlfriend is at a bar in a pair of jeans showing her ass?”

You ran a hand down your face, your laugh spiteful and exasperated. “I have a fat ass, Namjoon! What do you want me to do? Take it off and leave it on the dresser? Do I tell you to keep your dick at home?”

He was being completely unreasonable like always. You were a thicker girl. That would show regardless of what you wore. The fact that he almost blamed you for your body type and clothes as if they didn’t attract him in the first place was absolutely ridiculous. He could barely go 15 minutes without slapping it or telling you how sexy you were. It’s like he didn’t like you even existing outside of your apartment. Some irrational fear that you’re popping your coochie for other people. It was ridiculous.

He watched with rage filled eyes as you started walking around the room, removing your jewelry. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Just seeing you in that bar, laughing and with all those male coworkers around you.

It filled him with something more than jealousy.

Envy. Possessiveness.

You were his. No one else’s.

Honestly, seeing you so frustrated with him made his cock stir. The desire to force you back into submission was heavy on his shoulders and mind.

“Who was that guy you were talking to? I thought you didn’t date short guys.”

You were starting to get a headache. Tossing your earrings in the little dish on your vanity, you said, “his name’s Yoongi and I don’t want to date him. I’ve also never said I don’t date short guys. You’ve been my only boyfriend and it just so happens to be that you’re tall. Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

He could still remember how you laughed at whatever that guy said. Your hand pushing him because you had a tendency to hit people when you were laughing. Who the hell was this Yoongi guy to even be able to make you laugh? Namjoon should be the only one seeing you that joyous.

“It’s like you’re intentionally trying to piss me off. Do you get a kick out of making me angry?”

“If you’re pissed off at my body existing, that sounds like a you problem.” You went to your closet to start removing the bad jeans and your shirt.

“You should have known how I’d react.”

There it was. He was trying to flip it and blame you for his reaction.

Why did you even stay with him? He filled your days with unease. You weren’t the kind of person to let people control your actions. You were an adult. You’ve been handling yourself just fine. You knew deep down that you didn’t need him, the stress he brought.

But Namjoon was familiar. He was the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. He was all you knew. You couldn’t just let him go.

Liar. You could. You could pack up right now and leave him forever. Why haven’t you?

Pulling your night shirt over your head, you walked back out of the closet to see him sitting on the bed. He was manspread and staring at you with dark eyes. If you weren’t so peeved, you’d probably drop to your knees and give him a blowjob so good that it would knock him unconscious. “You know what, Namjoon? I’m so over you. When will you get it through your thick head that I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to?!” You sighed. “In a minute, I won’t even want to fuck you anymore. Not while you’re acting like this.”

Just as you were about to turn around to walk to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed. With a practiced quickness, he was hovering above you, his dragon like eyes staring holes into your face.

“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Don’t get mad at me because I don’t want you acting like you’re single.”

You tried to fight out of his hold but his huge body kept you down. Damn it, why did he have to start going to the gym? He was easier to overpower when he was still his lanky self. Now he’s beefed up and while you liked it, it really worked against you in these situations.

“How is me wearing jeans acting like I’m single? It’s not like I sucked anyone’s dick.”

His grin pissed you off even more.

“You probably wanted to. You always have been good at it.”

Fuck being on thin ice. He was in shark infested waters now.

You smirked back. “Yeah, it put your quick nutting ass to sleep everytime.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off your oxygen but enough so you could feel the pressure. You hated yourself for getting excited, pussy clenching. For all the times for your vagina to betray you, it had to be now?

“Take that back.”

“Make me. Bitch.”

His jaw clenched. “Oh. I’ll make you alright.”

That was all it took for him to lift off of you, stalking over to your bedside table. Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you tried to peek past his broad back. You only kept a few things in that drawer.

Shit.

The clink of those fuzzy blue handcuffs made both excitement and slight nervousness radiate down your body. You hardly used those since Namjoon didn’t have to do much to pin you. If he was getting them, that could only mean one thing.

“You son of a bitch!”

He had lifted the vibrator off your clit, once again denying you of your orgasm. That was number 8 and neither of you were backing down. Your brown skin was slick with sweat, as was your pussy in arousal. Your abused and overstimulated clit throbbed, begging for enough to push you over the edge but this asshole wasn’t having it.

While you were completely naked, he was still fully clothed. Something about that just got to you—the pure dominance in him still having clothes on was sexy as hell but you’d never tell him that. His own erection was painfully straining against his pants. He so badly wanted to just whip it out and fuck your gushing cunt until you were begging for him to stop. But that would be too easy. You didn’t deserve his cock nor any orgasms. Not until you said sorry.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum.” His jaw tightened letting you know he was getting more and more irritated. Ha!

You glared at him, mentally wishing for him to burst into flames. Sadistic bastard. You’d never say it. It’s his fault for being paranoid. You weren’t about to apologize for his reaction. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

“N-never.”

He sighed before pressing the vibrator back against your clit. Your hips jerked up, hands pulling against your restraints as your orgasm rushed back to you.

This has been going on for almost an hour. Namjoon could see you were still holding strong and he hated it. He wanted you to break, wanted you to beg for his forgiveness, for you to go back to being his good girl. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t just be obedient.

Ah well. He liked putting you back in your place. He signed up for it when you two started dating anyway.

“Why do you have to be such a brat? Just say you’re sorry and we can move on.”

You were so close. So so close. Every nerve in your body was set alight with pleasure and absolute malice for your boyfriend. You were a brat? Why was he such a controlling piece of shit?

“Fuck you.” You gritted out.

He took the vibrator away again, your orgasm fading once more. You slumped back against the bed, chest heaving and stubbornness starting to fade.

Maybe you should just apologize. It’s not like you’d actually mean it. It would just stroke this sadistic motherfucker’s ego and make him feel like he has some power over you.

Turning off the vibrator, he tossed it to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. The action itself was way sexier than it was. Was he finally about to fuck you? That would make you cum instantly.

No, he wouldn’t. He knew you came super easily from penetration. If you knew him like you think you did, you know he wasn’t giving up.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants. Your lust filled eyes locked on it. God, why did he have to be this way? You were already thirsty for him, you only wanted his cock. So why did he think you wanted to screw every man you came across?

He stroked his cock a few times, yet another action that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

Gripping the back of your thigh, he pushed it into your body, your other following out of instinct. He smirked at your movement and you wanted to kick him in his face.

Lining up with your hole, he began pushing inside. Your back arched at the wide intrusion, relief flooding you at finally having his cock stretch you.

But when you didn’t feel the rest of his cock inside, you lifted your head. It looked like he was struggling himself, breathing out a shaky breath at your tight walls. You were a brat but you had the best pussy he’s ever had.

“What the hell…..?”

He lifted his head to look at your desperate and confused face. Hook, line and sinker. You were too easy.

“You don’t deserve my whole cock. If you don’t want to apologize, I’m not gonna give it to you.”

“So you’re just gonna give me the tip?! You bastard!” You tried to kick your legs but he held them in place.

Best believe, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your slick walls and pound you through the mattress but he had a lesson to teach. You couldn’t keep getting away with this behavior.

A few small thrusts and he already felt ready to bust.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to sink deeper but he backed up to keep just the tip inside of you.

“You ass! What the hell is your problem?”

“Apologize. Last chance.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You wanted to cum so badly but you refused to say you were sorry. You’ve had enough of this ass pushing you around.

But……………

His head hung low as he thrusted a few more times, one stroke going just a little bit deeper and brushing past your sweet spot.

Fuck this!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?”

That grin was back. Easy work.

He adjusted himself before ramming his entire cock into your walls. His fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You didn’t even have the nerve to retort. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. Your orgasm was right there once again and you were confident you’d finally reach it.

A sudden pain to your breast caused your back to arch. You lifted your head just as it happened again.

Namjoon twisted your nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain only adding to the thick haze of pleasure.

“See how good it feels when you just do what I say? Say you’re sorry again.”

He twisted your nipple again, your mouth opening to scream out an, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“Good girl.”

Picking up the vibrator again, he clicked it to its highest setting before pressing it back on your clit, his hips still delivering deep strokes to your fluttering walls.

Your throat ached from the Bloody Mary scream you let out. Tears pricked at your waterline, your chest feeling tight as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had slammed into you.

Your legs kicked sporadically, hips bucking as you humped against the toy. Black dots danced in front of your vision as you rode out the almost endless orgasm. The first one didn’t even have a chance to come down before you were floating into the next one.

Namjoon cursed as you squeezed him impossibly tight, little droplets of liquid hitting his pelvis.

The hand that wasn’t holding the toy went to wrap around your throat, shaking you a little and forcing you to focus on him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He needed to hear you say it.

Your mouth dropped open but no words came out. Tears streaked down your face, your mascara getting all messed up.

You were perfection to him. His perfect little toy.

His fingers pushed down over your pulse point before he asked you again, “I asked you a question.” He growled. The headboard was crashing into the wall, leaving an indent you’d complain about tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d just fuck that out of you too.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!” You slurred, yet another orgasm coursing through you, your toes curling hard enough to crack. You didn’t even think you were still in your body. Your mind was somewhere else. That let you know that he had effectively fucked you dumb.

“That’s right. It’s mine. Don’t you forget it. Now thank me for my cock.” He pressed the toy harder on your clit, thrusts speeding up. If not for the handcuffs and his hold on your throat, you would have been slammed through the wall.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuhhhhhhhhh—uuuuccckkkk….”

With one last vice like squeeze of your walls, Namjoon pulled out of you, releasing your neck to pump his cock over your stomach. Hot splashes of his release painted your brown skin, your eyes falling shut at the sensation.

Your legs fell from their folded position, your body squirming away from the vibrator. Namjoon clicked it off before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.

Both of your chests heaved from exertion, your body still twitching in the aftershocks. You felt ready to pass out.

Namjoon stared down at you—your belly covered in his cum and your skin already darkening just a little from his grip on you.

You couldn’t see his smirk but it was there.

You were his. And it would stay that way.

[02chois]

4LIFERS

pairing: choi soobin x reader

summary: soobin reminded you of the pact you suggested and you didn't expect him to be serious about it

word count: 1k words

content: non-idol au, cheesy texts, fluff, you and soob have feelings for each other but try so hard to hide it

note: this was an old work from my old blog and I decided to rewrite it so have this as a treat 🫶🏻

It's been exactly two months since he took you out at three in the morning to a fast food restaurant.

Whenever you get reminded of that time, you tend to get a good laugh at the memory. That was when you got dumped by your ex-boyfriend through text and Soobin was there to be your shoulder to cry on. He went out of his way to come and pick you up and gave you some time to let all of your frustrations out.

You could still remember the way you were sobbing while eating your chocolate sundae and he was trying to stifle his laughter, afraid that he would offend you, but you two ended up bursting into a fit of laughter realizing how ridiculous the situation you were in.

It never fails to bring a smile to your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying— it would be strange for someone not to react like that when your whole world crumbled just by one text. He reminded you about your worth and that you deserve much more and you're grateful for that.

The two of you manage to end up in relationships that don't benefit you, they were unfortunate events as you two call it— perhaps the reason behind that is because you love deeply, too much even.

You turn to your other side, moving your blanket over your shoulder to cover more of your skin. The cold weather has been giving you the chills lately.

You continued to scroll through your phone, hoping that it'll make you tired as time went on. You figure that your tendency to overthink might've affected your sleeping patterns. The only good thing is that you have no classes tomorrow and you don't have to worry about waking up early in the morning.

A sigh escaped your lips, your gaze slowly met the time on the far top left of your phone and realized how late it was.

2:30 AM

The time's glaring at you and gives you silent caution that tonight will be a long one. You'd rather stay awake than spend your time tossing and turning as you try to fall asleep.

Ding

Your gaze flickered up to read the message bubble and soon multiple other messages popped up right after the first ring of the phone. You held the notifications down to see who it was only to see your best friend. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he needed this late at night.

You made a noise of confusion, opening your messages to read what he wrote to you. Soobin does tend to sleep earlier than you, so to see him message you at this time of the night kinda… surprised you. But you wouldn't really complain, you're more than happy that he's awake so you have someone to talk to.

You turned to lay on your back and placed your phone down and patiently waited for Soobin to reply to your message. You want to find out what he's currently thinking about and it doesn't help that he's taking quite a long time to respond. You tapped your fingers on the screen of your phone, humming a familiar tune as you waited for your phone to ring.

Manifesting him? You thought as a small smile spread across your lips, narrowing your eyes at his claim. You can't say that you weren't thinking about him a few minutes ago, but you were only reminiscing memories with him.

He still hadn't responded after over an hour had passed. Your palms start to get sweaty and you find yourself checking your phone often because you're not used to Soobin leaving you waiting like this. Perhaps he fell asleep already, in which case your wait is in vain.

Ding

You threw the pillow from your face, your hand frantically searching through your blanket to find your phone. As you brought it up, the screen lit up and displayed his name there, your eyes widening, you quickly unlocked your phone to press the notification.

A fond smile spread across your lips, eyes forming into upside down crescents from how wide you were smiling. That oddly made your heart beat as if you ran a whole marathon, the way it's thumping relentlessly against your chest and that familiar feeling of heat rising up to your cheeks— it's been a while since you've felt like this about someone and it happens to be your best friend. You couldn't believe it. He wants to marry you— well, if you do end up single at that age.

You can't stop smiling now and you swear that you look like a complete idiot. You frantically shook your head, throwing your head down to your pillow as you let out a loud squeal and hope that your neighbors won't hear it. Unfortunately for you, those two layers of pillows couldn't contain your voice.

A loud thud from the other side of your wall was heard, which completely stopped you from your antics. You set up your elbows to support your weight, eyes wide from what happened and lett a few minutes pass before letting out a string of giggles.

You experienced a rush of dopamine due to the abrupt change in your mood over the course of an hour or two. You behaved in a manner that made you think of an anime schoolgirl. It was embarrassing. But, just the thought of someone willing to marry you is enough to make you giddy and somehow weak at the knees.

"I should change his name," you mumbled to yourself. You went back to your phone and opened the messaging app, hands shaking from the rush of excitement.

"Soobtonin suits him," he makes you happy so that explains his nickname pretty well. "My daily serotonin!"

You realized that you overreacted after giving your reaction some thought. You may have assumed that he was calm as you didn't realize how hard he was trying to maintain his composure on the other side of your screen.

Soobin buried his face into the comforts of his pillow, trying to suppress his urge to scream out of embarrassment. His phone long abandoned on top of his nightstand, not daring to look at it again.

He hopes you'll remember that promise and get married in the future.

[gingerjunhan]

somebody else - goo gunil

☆彡 hi besties, this is my first work after coming back to school, so sorry if she isn’t the best. I was really in the mood to write some comforting stuff for Gunil, so I cooked this up. Enjoy :)

word count: 946 | pronouns used: none | genre: hurt comfort, established relationship | cws: reader struggles with self confidence, crying, Gunil calls reader “beautiful”, lmk if I missed any

Another day home alone meant another day of scrolling through social media. You had been on Instagram for probably 30 minutes, scrolling through the comments of your boyfriend’s most recent post and looking at all of the fans.

Today was one of the days where your self confidence wasn’t the best. You’ve been in a slump lately, and today was definitely your worst day in a while. It was probably because Gunil had to go into the studio for a few hours, so you were left alone with your thoughts on a Friday evening when you could’ve been in your boyfriend’s arms instead.

You clicked on another comment under the post you were currently looking at. The profile picture showed a girl who looked to be about your age. She was pretty- all of her features seeming to be the exact opposite of yours. Her profile picture was her at the gym, wearing a cute matching set of workout clothes that showed off her shape well. Despite the fact that she had just finished a workout, she still somehow looked perfect.

I haven’t even thought about going to the gym. You admitted to yourself mentally. Gunil keeps asking me to join him but I keep turning him down. Maybe I should go.

You were so busy wallowing in your own self pity that you didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until Gunil greeted you as he walked in the room that you finally noticed him.

“Hey baby, I’m home.” Gunil came and leaned over the couch to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry I took so long today.”

“It’s okay,” you said to him, trying to sound happy to see him. As you looked up at Gunil, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked.

He was wearing very casual clothing- just a t-shirt and some jeans- but he looked so good. The way his sleeves fell over his shoulders, being just short enough to show off his arms. The fabric of his shirt that tucked itself into his waistband, causing just enough tension in the fabric to show off his toned chest. How he opted to wear his glasses today, which always seemed to amplify his beautiful facial features. He was so handsome, you just couldn’t imagine what a guy like him saw in someone like you.

You must’ve been staring for a little too long, because Gunil took notice of the look that crossed over your face. “(Y/N)? Are you okay, love?”

You shook your head slightly, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? You seem upset.” Gunil finally took a seat next to you, setting a hand on your knee. “What’s the matter?” A brief silence fell over the room as you felt your emotions begin to take over.

“I…” you looked him in the eye, but then quickly looked away. “I don’t understand what you see in me.” Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but it was still there. You decided to be truthful with him, seeing that your options were to tell him the truth, or lie to him and keep feeling this way.

“What?” Gunil sounded genuinely surprised. “(Y/N), what do you mean?”

“You have so many fans who are so much prettier than me, Gunil. I don’t do anything special, and I’m not very pretty. I don’t see why you don’t just leave me for someone better.”

Genuine sadness washed over Gunil’s face, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to prick at your eyes. “Oh, honey no.” He pulled you into his arms, and you were quick to collapse into him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the crook of his neck. “(Y/N), you’re so beautiful. Who could ever make you think otherwise about yourself?”

You refused to look at him, so you mumbled your reply into his neck. “I’ve seen your fans, Gunil. I’m nothing compared to them.”

Gunil took one of his hands that was wrapped around you and brought it up to start stroking your hair as he felt hot tears hit his skin. You were both holding each other so tightly, as if one of you was going to disappear.

“(Y/N), I love you. You know this. You could be in the middle of a crowd of all my fans, and I’d still look for you. You’re the most beautiful and important person in my life, okay? There’s no way I would choose someone else over you.” He spoke slowly, like he was making sure you heard every word. There was a moment of silence before either of you spoke again. Gunil was supporting you silently as you took a moment to collect yourself. Once you pulled away from him, you could finally look him in the eye.

“I didn’t mean to spring this all on you, I just haven’t been feeling the best lately.” You were once again choosing to be honest with him, knowing that he would support you no matter what. “I guess today was just a bad day.”

“And that’s okay,” Gunil reassured you. “I’ll be here for you through every bad day to help you turn it around.” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, giving you a feather-light kiss before leaning his forehead on yours. “I love you so much,” he whispered in the space between you. “There’s nobody I’d rather be with than you.”

“Thank you,” you told him softly. “I needed to hear that.”

“I’ll remind you every day if I have to, my love. I don’t want to be with anybody but you.”

[kireijae]

n.jm 23:25

summary: in which you're literally me and this is how i feel but i write a fanfic so jaemin can fix it:)

genre: angst, fluff, f2l, happy ending

a/n: hello surprise!!!! i JUST wrote this in like 30 minutes so please be kind! it was very healing i think mkay bye let me know if you enjoyed it!

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jaemin was taken out of his scheduled (midnight) daydreaming by the chime of his phone. normally he wouldn't bother to answer, or even check the notification, but he glanced over.

he saw your name and unlocked his phone immediately.

jaemin enjoyed the fact that he knew you so well. he knew how you texted and what it meant. he knew your favourite restaurants and your favourite orders at each of them. he knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew you the way you knew him.

and so, he knew you'd been taking strain with your flatmate getting a boyfriend. it was a strange, new feeling to you. you were so happy for her. jimin deserved the world and had finally, finally found someone willing to give it to her. but, when would it be your turn? you'd longed for love for so long. you'd worked on yourself and felt truly ready for a partner to share your life with.

jaemin was not, in fact, out the door. not yet, anyway. he tugged on his shoes and a hoodie first– and grabbed one for you. he didn't like you driving when you were sad. you listened to sad songs and cried while driving, not the best for the whole being-able-to-see part of driving.

your apartment was only 10 minutes from jaemin's and those 10 minutes were spent on the phone with you.

"should i gather snacks?"

"yes. duh? of course, it's us," he answered, eyes locked on the road.

"oh my– we have ben and jerry's!" you squealed, and he could hear your little happy jumps.

jaemin smiled, "what flavour?"

"cookie dough!"

"fuck yes," he cheered.

"oh yeah, do you guys ha–"

"do you need coffee–"

said at the same time.

"that's what i was going to ask for," jaemin said, elated at your likemindedness.

"i know you," you beamed, and he could hear a smug tone in your voice.

you'd long ago accepted your connection with jaemin as fact. something not to be questioned or even surprised at anymore. your friendship ran deep, it was to be expected really.

but, selfishly, jaemin wanted more. he wanted to give you everything you wanted. he wanted to hold you in sorrow and in pleasure. he wanted to tease you like he does now, but be able to make up for it with a kiss and an 'i love you' that means something different than it does now. but he never said anything. he didn't want you to lose your closest companion.he didn't want to be that guy. you would never see him the same, he would never again be the person you needed.

"i'm outside."

"okay, on my way down."

you came out of the building soon enough, an overnight bag over your shoulder. and a shirt nowhere near adequate enough for the cold outside. jaemin scoffed and grabbed the spare hoodie. he jogged over to meet you at the door, taking your bag and plopping the hoodie over your form simply. he left the sleeves at your sides, leaving you in the fabric with your arms at your sides.

you pulled a face at his quick work, but shoved your arms into the sleeves anyway.

"i know you," he quoted cheekily and walked over to his car.

you childishly blew a raspberry at him, standing like a child in oversized hand-me-down clothes.

you got in the passenger seat and he drove you back to his place. you were crying by the end of the trip, taylor swift once again being the artist you chose to play in the car drive over.

you were laughing now though, with tear stained cheeks standing in the entryway to jaemin's apartment.

"this is ridiculous," you announced through your giggles.

"what is?" he asked, leading you to his room and putting your bag down on a chair.

"me. this situation," you said, "i just made myself cry to songs i can't even relate to. i'm a mess."

"a wonderful mess," jaemin corrects quickly.

"but a mess nonetheless," you countered.

"you need to stop listening to taylor swift," he said, "you're rhyming."

"you're right," you chuckle, settling onto the bed where jaemin had just situated himself. "i'm just so lonely."

jaemin could feel your need to talk, so he waited.

"do you think i deserve love?" you asked, eyes shining still.

he was baffled, "of course you do."

"i mean– do you think i might just be one of those people who never find a partner but are still happy and content with life alone?" you asked, "because i'm waiting for either of those scenarios but neither has happened and i'm starting to think neither will."

"i think the right person is out there," he said, he would tell you to wait, be patient, but he knows it won't help. especially when he knew he could end your wondering and pain right then, if you felt the same.

"i hope so," you wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

"you'll find your soulmate," he added, putting his arm around you, "you still believe in those, right?" he recalled a conversation over the phone about how your belief in the theory was dwindling.

"i do," you said, leaning into his chest, "i decided i have to or i'll go crazy. but, i'll stop believing if you don't find your soulmate."

he frowned and shook his head lightly in surprise. "what? why?"

"you're too great to not have someone out there waiting for you," you said simply, eyes wondering around the room you've been in hundreds of times.

jaemin felt his soul ache a bit more at that. the fact that you had no clue how close you were to someone who would give you anything you asked for at the drop of a hat. "i think someone's out there dying to love you the way you need."

you huffed, "and i'm dying to find them."

the boy's heart started beating faster than ever. he had the courage– or the momentary lapse in judgement– to do it.

"y/n," his voice didn't waver the way he thought it would.

"hmm?" you craned your neck to look up at him for the first time that night.

"i've been dying to do something for a while now," he confessed.

"what is it?" your face flickered with what in hindsight can be recognised as hope.

"can i kiss you?"

tears fell again, "please."

[hopelessromanticstrawberry]

unboxing my sexual traumas for a moment—

Men, do so much to hurt us. It’s terrifying.

The first time I remember being sexually assaulted I was 13/14, my first boyfriend. he had been cheating on his cool high school gf with me, we were both in middle school, I didn’t even know about her existence until a year in. I didn’t do social media, I had a flip phone, I was naive and a boy other girls liked was interested in me— a wallflower— the best part? he was neighbors with my best friend and I loved going to her house, id stay there for days at a time and never got sick of it. they would come over sometimes and we all became best friends. for the first time a group of people called my family’s landline asking if it was okay one of their moms came to get me. I’d never been so.. wanted. ironically, my girl best friend ended up betraying our friendship to long term date one of these boys in our old friend group, they still all hangout today im sure.

it started simply enough, he kissed me, and I wanted to kiss him. I was excited to explore, but to be fair after being raised in Texas I was ashamed of sex and scared of it too. I wanted to be a pure girl who fell in love once and married and had a beautiful picture perfect family. We would kiss for hours, and even though he wasn’t the best kisser my assumption was that he just didn’t know how and we’d learn together. I didn’t know he’d been having sex with this high school girl and was planning to do all that on me. He became more forward after about 2 or 3 months but to me?? this was like serious, I felt like I was in love bc it was my first boyfriend. He liked to play music and so did I, he was outgoing and on the football team, he was really tall. Middle school me ate this shit up!!! Now, im only describing in this way to really show how I felt at the time to drive home how traumatizing naive and disillusioned I was……

He becomes more forward, more controlling, very quickly. He accuses me of cheating, tries to make me feel weird or guilty for stuff that was normal. He would then lead into sex stuff during arguments or tender moments. Everything was just like his opportunity to try to fuck me. When I finally told him “no” I wanted to be dating for at least a year before I had sex, I wasn’t ready, I wanted something romantic and slow blooming. I wanted to feel like it was worth it to give it up. Then he became cruel, physically assertive and constantly fighting me. Locking me in the house so I couldn’t leave. I don’t remember if he screamed but im sure he was, I just remember being choked a lot and insulted. I remember crying when he held me down and felt down my pants and under my bra. It felt ticklish and uncomfortable, I didn’t want it not like this. I would have bruises all over my arms, I started to cut myself, I threatened to leave him, he would tell me about other girls he was talking to and cheating on me with and said it would all end if I’d just fully penetrative fuck him. He would try to take my clothes off and wrestle me, ultimately end up choking me and giving me a panic attack. I’d lock myself in the bathroom, he’d take my phone from me and threaten to break it. I ended up breaking up with him over text after he blew my mom up telling her abt my self harm and I was going to kill myself bc I didn’t reply to his text within 30 minutes while I did homework, I remember her opening my door and asking if I was okay and she told me what he’d done. I replied and called him a psycho. Told her block his number. He sent me photos of cuts telling me he was cutting himself bc of me. Back then I cared I pleaded with him no don’t kill youself, he said I only won’t if you date me again. I dated him for 7 months total. I don’t even remember how we broke up, I know I did it, I remember him shoulder checking me in the hallways at school after and talking shit to everyone about how I was a bad lay. He continued to stalk me until years later actually, messaging my hot tatted boyfriend when I was 19 all these threats of hurting him and hurting me. He blew my Snapchat up with threats and I don’t know if it was bc he was on drugs and never forgot me or what??? It was obsessive and psychotic. How many years did he think abt me to stalk me so many years later. Even when I was 22 I got a gmail notification he was trying to follow my old account.

And the worst part? That’s all I remember. I’m sure there was more, I know he never penetrated me but he would choke me, push me, threaten me, and grope me. stalked me. Idk

In hindsight it was mostly so upsetting bc I was so young, my next abusive boyfriend really beat him out though bc he’s the one who actually raped me on repeat.

[souryoong]

all mine | pjm (18+)

pairing: ex boyfriend!jimin x reader

word count: 2,356

genre: smut!! (18+ readers only)

summary: your new boyfriend can't make you finish, but your ex boyfriend sure can.

warnings: written sex, porn with a plot, protected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms (duh), lots of g spot stimulation lol, somewhat rough sex maybe if you squint, making out, tongue kissing, blonde streaks jimin, jimin is tatted, jimin's chain necklace is dangling in her face, jimin knows her body (!!!).

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authors note: sooooo um hi! long time no see. I feel like this is my longest streak with no new content (almost 2 months!! wtf) and I can say...I have no excuses lol. life just happens. im an adult its okay.

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“Pick up, please pick up.” You crossed your fingers as your phone was dialing your ex, Park Jimin once again to come over for sex.

You both ended your relationship on good terms, Jimin always had a busy schedule and was sometimes overseas for most of the year. Both of you agreed it was for the best to separate.

However, that didn’t stop either of you from still getting together every so often to fuck.

You were seeing someone new, nothing serious, and neither of you were exclusive.

There was nothing really wrong with the guy, just one thing — he could never make you cum.

You even went as far as faking it, multiple times because in the moment, it just to be done. He never seemed to notice. Then, when Jimin was free, he would quite literally fuck your brains out. It was a good system you had worked out.

When you told Jimin how your new man couldn’t make you finish, it gave him a huge ego boost — as if he needed it. He knew he was good in bed. The way you would writhe underneath him from just his tongue, or the way he would have you almost crying in pleasure.

Now, your new boyfriend was out of town, giving the perfect opportunity for Jimin to come over for the night.

“Hello?” Jimin’s voice finally spoke through the phone, and you felt relieved.

“Hey, Jimin.” You spoke in the sweetest voice you could. “Are you busy tonight?” You twirled a strand of your hair around your finger.

“Ah.” Jimin answered, you could practically hear him smiling. “I think I already know why you’re calling me.”

You blushed to yourself. “Fuck, Jimin. Okay. I need dick, that is why I’m calling you.”

“Where’s your new man?” He cheekily asked you.

“I mean as in good dick.” You spat back to him. “He’s out of town this week, and you know that man can’t make me cum.”

Jimin chuckled. “I know, but I love hearing you say that.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You teased him. “You coming over or not? I’m wearing some new panties I want to show you. Hmm. Or maybe none at all.”

“Fuck.” Jimin swore, frustrated. “You know I can’t say no. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You smirked to yourself. “I’ll be waiting. Bye.”

You changed into a matching baby pink lacy bralette and panty set, the color happened to have always been Jimin’s favorite on you. You quickly threw your fluffy white robe over it and waited for him on the couch in your apartment.

Right on time, there was a knock on the door, and you got up to open it.

Jimin flashed you a smile before walking in, taking his sunglasses off. He looked so incredible he nearly took your breath away. He shut the door behind himself, locking it. Instantly his lips were on yours.

“Jimin.” You breathed out in between kisses. You draped your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, letting him take control.

He hummed in response, deepening the kiss as you felt him slide his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in response.

He pulled away, kissing down your neck and to your bare chest that wasn’t covered with the robe.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You whined, leaning your head back, tangling your fingers in his blonde streaked hair. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” His teeth scraped against your skin, making you jump. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

Once you were in your bedroom, Jimin stripped himself of his hoodie and t shirt. He got to work unbuttoning his jeans as you untied your robe, letting it fall onto the floor below.

“Oh, fuck.” Jimin nearly moaned at the sight of you, especially in his favorite color.

“Mhm.” You smirked. “Wore it just for you.”

Jimin dropped to his knees in front of you, hands all over your thighs, and kissing your stomach, waist, and hips.

You chuckled lightly. “Jimin, that tickles.”

He hummed, grabbing one of your thighs firmly with one hand, and landing a smack to your ass with the other. The sudden contact made you gasp.

“Jimin!”

He stood up, smirking as his fingers graced the lacy material of your lacy bra. “Baby as much as I love how you wore this for me, I’d like it better if it was on the floor.”

Now sitting on the bed with your knees apart, you reached behind your back and unhooking it. Jimin reached and pulled the article of clothing off you, throwing it to the floor.

He tilted your chin up to kiss you again, the kiss being so forceful you almost couldn’t catch your breath.

Jimin pulled away and you nearly gasped for air. His hot breath was on your neck.

“God, look at you, I can’t get enough of you.”

He left open-mouthed kisses on your chest and you softly moaned; knowing where it was leading.

Except, you nearly cried out when his warm mouth was around your left nipple, his tongue swirling around it just how you liked it.

You couldn’t help how you tugged on his hair; your body so sensitive from not being touched like this in so long.

Jimin lifted his head up, smirking at how worked up you were. “What, your man doesn’t do this?” He lightly pinched your right nipple, making you let out a whine.

You leaned your head back, biting your lip. Nobody could get you worked up quite like Jimin could.

“Jimin, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

You pressed your thighs together, aching for his touch. Jimin noticed right away.

He moved his mouth from your left nipple over to your right, giving it equal attention. Your moan came out almost a sob.

“Jimin!”

You leaned back to lay down against your bed sheets, Jimin shifted to now hover over you, his mouth going straight back to your nipple.

“So worked up for me, I could probably make you cum from just this.” He kissed the skin below your right breast, nibbling lightly.

And he wasn’t wrong, he probably could.

“Jimin…” You were practically writhing underneath him.

He sat up slightly, taking in the sight of your body underneath him. He loved seeing you like this, so needy and worked up just for him.

Jimin brushed over your still clothed entrance over your panties with his fingers, making you suppress a moan by biting your lip. You could imagine how wet you were, and probably soaking through your panties.

“Just for me.” Jimin smirked. “Cute.”

He hooked his fingers around either side of your panties, and you lifted your hips for him to pull them off.

Once he did, he threw them to the side somewhere onto the floor.

Jimin moved so now he was in different position, like he was somewhat sitting next to you.

Noticing how his jeans were pulled down slightly and unbuttoned, his length was straining against his boxers. Your mouth practically was salivating.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You swore. “Your cock.” It almost seemed bigger since the last time, but it’s only been a couple weeks.

He didn’t say anything, just hummed. You shifted your upper body, Jimin guided you to open your legs more than they already were. You didn’t even have to wonder if you were wet, it had felt like you’ve been nearly gushing all night long.

You gasped at the contact of his fingers to your soaked entrance. Jimin swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re soaked. My fingers will slip right in.”

You let out a rather loud moan when he pushed his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your walls. You almost forgot you had neighbors that could probably hear all of this.

Jimin’s lips crashed against yours as he started finger fucking you with earnest. You cried out against his mouth as he hit your g spot repeatedly. You felt your thighs starting to shake, and your stomach starting to tighten.

Jimin started watching his fingers go in and out of you, as you were practically clutching onto him.

“Jimin. Jimin.” You sounded so desperate saying his name repeatedly.

“Gonna cum for me?” His face was close to yours before he kissed you again.

You bit down on your lip, letting out a moan. “Mmm. Yes. Yes.” You tried to nod.

You felt yourself becoming more wet, then hearing the squelching sound of Jimin’s fingers moving in and out of you.

“Fuck, look at you, clenching my fingers like that.” Jimin moaned.

You were shaking, clutching onto him so hard that you felt like you should be apologizing, but he was pressing so hard against your inner walls that you were about to lose it.

“Jimin. Jimin.” You kept saying his name.

“Mhm. Say my name.” He kissed you, but you couldn’t even kiss him back, your orgasm hit you the hardest it has in a while.

“Jimin. Fuck. Don’t stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling like your whole body was shaking.

“Let it go, I got you.” He buried his face in your neck as you let out a rather loud moan.

You were panting like you just ran 5 miles, not even opening your eyes. The muscles in your thighs felt on fire.

“Jimin, what the fuck?” You managed to breathe out.

“Baby, this is nothing new.” Jimin chuckled. “I think you’ve just been neglected.”

You heard him slide off the bed, and heard his jeans getting taken off and thrown onto the floor.

“Open your eyes, I want you to look at me.”

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to see Jimin turned away from you, still in his underwear. You noticed his tattoo of the moon phases down his back, probably your favorite tattoo of his.

“Do you still have those condoms?” Jimin asked you.

Since you and Jimin had been getting together rather frequently, you had stashed a box of condoms at the very bottom of one of your drawers in your dresser. The both of you agreed it was probably a good idea to use condoms since you weren’t a couple anymore.

“Yeah. At the bottom of the drawer like always.” You answered, watching him walk over to the drawer, open it, reach in and grab a foil packet.

“You’re running out.” Jimin joked, smiling as he pulled down his black underwear, revealing his thick cock.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him open the packet and roll the condom on over the tip. “Yeah, I uh guess I’d better get more.”

Jimin climbed on top of the bed, hovering over you. He adjusted some pillows so you would be comfortable.

His necklace was dangling as he was aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you by tapping the tip against your clit, making you whine from the sensitivity still.

“I forgot how pretty you looked underneath me.” Jimin spoke, but before you could respond in any way, you felt him push himself into you, the stretch of his girth feeling divine.

You couldn’t even form words, you just let out a whine. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You felt like you could cum almost instantly at his first few thrusts, it had been so long and right now they were feeling better than ever.

“Mhm.” Jimin licked his lips, leaning down to kiss you.

He pushed your legs further apart, holding them behind your knees. Jimin’s pace changed, and he started thrusting into you slower, but hitting deeper.

You felt him nudge your sweet spot inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck. Right there!”

He was hitting the spot repeatedly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, your hands grabbing onto him.

“God you’re so fucking wet.” Jimin swore, burying his face in your neck, starting to fuck you harder.

You could feel and hear your bed frame hitting the wall at the force, and Jimin’s hot breath panting onto your neck.

“Jimin, my neighbors.” You slightly laughed, fingers combing through his blonde streaked locks.

His pace faltered as he got up, now hovering over you, his chain necklace dangling. “I don’t care.” Jimin kissed you softly, then you pulled him closer for more, his tongue gliding against yours.

Your jaw mouth fell open at one thrust, and he smirked, knowing you were close.

“Jimin.” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to. “Fuck I’m so close.”

“I can tell.” Jimin panted. “Fuck, you’re clenching me so good.”

He shifted your body to the side, putting one of your legs over his shoulder.

You couldn’t help but whine at the change of position, hands moving to grip your bed sheets.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You let out a moan when his fingers started to rub your clit simultaneously as he was fucking you. “More.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for more of, you were torn between fighting off your orgasm to last a little while longer, or to just give into it.

“More?” Jimin seemed taken aback, your cunt still so wet you could hear it. “I’ll give you more.”

His knee pushed your other leg to the side, and he thrusted into you harder than before. Your orgasm hit you practically seconds later, and you could have sworn you blacked out for a moment.

Jimin’s pace barely faltered as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your walls clenching him tightly, and he grabbed a hold of your legs because you were shaking.

He continued fucking into you until his orgasm hit him, and he almost fell on top of you.

Your bodies right up against each other, and you kept repeating his name; it was all that you could say.

“Yes, I’m right here.” Jimin spoke, kissing you softly along your jaw.

“That was. That was.” You couldn’t even say it. “Fuck.” You slightly laughed at your current state.

“Amazing?” Jimin laughed, trying to finish your thoughts.

“Mhm.” You nodded, combing your fingers through Jimin’s hair.

“So, you know he won’t be back for like 3 days or something like that.” You spoke. “We can do this again.”

Jimin smirked, knowing fully well that you would be.

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[fanficsat12am]

how the brothers react to you wiping their kiss off prank I Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Lucifer & Mammon Beelzebub & Belphegor

Leviathan

This poor boy is super insecure, often calling himself “ a yucky otaku”. He’s surprised you even find anything redeeming in him and thinks that he’s not deserving of the love you give him.

Levi tried to be the best boyfriend for you. He’s terrified that you’ll realize how pathetic he is and leave.

He thought he was doing pretty good at his little IRL dating sim. So it was completely out of nowhere when you decided to wipe his kiss off after winning a round in his new game.

His mind just went blank, thinking of where he went wrong. Did he say something to offend you? Were you tired of just watching him play all day? Did you want him to spend more time with you? Or was it just him? Did you finally get tired of him?

He doesn’t even notice himself crying until you wipe the tears quickly running down his face. He immediately clings to you, laying his head on your shoulder, and starts begging you to stay.

“I know I’m just a yuckie otaku, but please give me another chance. I swear I'll try even harder just p-please don't give up on me”

A deep pit or guilt starts to form in your stomach. You underestimated how low Levi thinks of himself. His tears start to seep into your shirt, a wet patch quickly forming.

You start to pet his head, reassuring him that you weren’t going to leave him. After a few minutes, his breathing starts to steady and he lifts his head up–bloodshot eyes staring back at you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was a prank. So you made an excuse instead, telling him that your lips just felt a little wet afterwards.

After that, you made sure to earn his trust back by waking him up everyday with a text message on one of the many things you love about him. Because of this, he always goes down to breakfast with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Satan

For as long as he can remember, reading had always been his favorite hobby. He’s never really been the type to demon to look at words at its surface value. He reads between the lines and finds that a great book is built with the attention to the smallest of details.

Because of this, Satan has always treasured the smallest gestures you do for him. He finds that these small doings are what makes a relationship special.

You wiped his kiss while you were reading a book with him one morning. He’ll notice of course and instead of asking you about it shrugged it off and thought nothing of it. Maybe he had some coffee on his lips or something, trying to convince himself rationalize why you’d do that.

The cycle continues the rest of the day, with him kissing you and you wiping it away. He starts to pout after the third time you wipe it. On top of all the books he’s read, romance novels were no stranger to him. He learned that it was best to give the other party some time to themself and not to push anything out of them. But that didn’t make the situation better.

He finally snaps the next day and just outright asks you in the privacy of your room. He starts to bang on your door and enters when he hears your approval. You smile at him, asking him if he needed something.

“My Kitten, did I do something to cross you? I tried giving you some space but I still can’t figure out what you need. If you’re falling out of love with me, please tell me so. I don’t want to see you up and leave without an explanation at least”

Through Satan’s little ramble, he started to pace back and forth in your room. He looked like he was trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries to ever unfold, connecting clues left and right.

You finally got tired after 30 minutes of him asking if you got drugged by an anti-love potion. You gently took his hands in yours and told him it was a prank. His brain just froze at that moment. You pranked a prankster like him? Oh he’s so gonna get you back for that.

Watch out for your back for the next few weeks. This man will be planning the greatest prank on you with Belphie. Either that or he’ll get revenge by placing a “24 hours no cuddles'' rule on you and will stay in his room all day. Eventually his ban crumbles on him, Satan missing you after a few hours and goes looking for you.

Asmodeus

Even though he’s the Avatar of Lust, he finds short and sweet kisses just as loving as those he’s given in times of passion. He’s a very clingy person and makes sure to give you as much affection as he can whenever you’re together.

The brothers usually find a trace of Asmo’s lipstick somewhere on you– a symbol that no matter where you are, he’s there with you.

At first he didn’t really see you wiping it away, only noticing once he saw that his makeup was nowhere to be seen on you. He immediately leapt from his seat and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, the blemish dark enough for anyone to see. He was about to go lay back down on the couch but he sees you grab a tissue and start wiping away the mark.

Who do you think you are to wipe his kiss away? This is definitely not gonna fly with him. Without a word, he stands up and makes a beeline towards his room. He comes back, the darkest shade of lipstick in hand accompanied by a suspicious grin on his face.

He takes the cap off, places a generous amount on his lips, and pulls you to him by your waist. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, your face is littered by his kisses.

“Go ahead and try wiping them off, Dearie. If I see even one of them missing, trust me when I say that your face won't be the only thing I’m marking with my lips”

Knowing him, you know that he wasn’t afraid to come through with his little threat. So you just dropped the prank and told him everything.

Before you can even finish explaining everything, he picks you up and carries you back to his room. He places you on his bed and whispers “I’ll make sure to leave marks that’ll last for weeks, Darlin”

[deeseelovez]

cheerleader 4

part 1  2  3 5

aged up! mike wheeler  x cheerleader! reader. reader is feminine and girly. can be read with any race and body type. reader is bit of a cry baby!

summary:  y/n has to sit with Mike's friends and he realizes maybe he doesn't know her as much as he thinks. Also, Mike is going to first football game and after party! 

"I'm going to sit with Mike's friends on Monday and Fridays." Y/n tells Carmen and she frowns. 

"I'll miss you," Carmen tells her as they stand at the doors of the cafeteria. 

"Carmen, you'll see me in like 30 minutes." Y/n says and Carmen shrugs

"Too long without you." Y/n playfully rolls her eyes and she walks over to Mike's table. 

"Hey guys!" Y/n says with a big smile, Will looks up at her with a familiar smile. 

"Y/n!" He says, getting up and moving her chair back for her. 

"Such a gentlemen," Y/n says to Will and she sits down pushing herself up to the table. 

Max and Lucas also says hi while Dustin just looks dumbfounded, he didn't know exactly what to say. 

"What are you doing?" Dustin asks in a slightly mean tone and Mike gives him a glare. 

"Dude, don't talk to my girlfriend like that." Mike tells him. 

"About a month ago, we started talking." 

"About a month ago, we started talking." 

"About a month ago, we started talking." 

"Yeah, I added her on snapchat and we started talking," Mike tells them. 

"And last week he asked me on a date," 

"We had a picnic on Saturday and I asked her to be my girlfriend." Mike smiles, he grabs her hand and looks at with a smile. 

"And now we're official, so we thought it was time to let everyone know." Y/n says smiling back, taking her other hand putting it on top of his. 

"You two are a," Lucas stops, "Surprising couple."

"I'll say," Erica says. Erica and Y/n brother, Carson both sit down. 

"Yeah, I had no idea that my lovely sister. Got a new boy." Carson says. 

"What are you doing here, go to your own friends." Lucas says to the pair. 

"No. I wanted to know more about this match." Erica says sipping on a coke. 

"I agree with her." 

"Just leave them alone, guys. They're obviously happy." Will says and Y/n smiles at Will. 

"Thank you," She whispers to him and Mike raises an eyebrow towards her. 

"Are you hungry?" Mike asks, "I'm going to get some lunch." 

"I didn't bring any lunch money with me." Y/n says, her eyes went to Carson who just frowned. Y/n gave whatever money she had to the kids. 

"I'll pay for you, doll. Don't worry." Mike says and Y/n smiles getting up. 

"Thanks, Mikey. You're just the sweetest." She smiles at him, going on her tip toes to press a very light kiss on his cheek and they go to the cafeteria.  

"Doll?" Y/n asks whenever she is out of earshot from anyone. 

"Yeah? Don't you like it, doll?" Y/n shrugs her shoulders. 

"you don't have to get me lunch." 

"I just said I would, it'll look weird if I don't." Mike and Y/n both lunched which he paid for. 

"Thank you, Wheeler." 

"Don't mention it, Doll."

                                                       ~~~

"Okay? So what do I do at the football game?" Mike asks as they sat in his car outside the stadium. 

"Go to the student section and have fun?" Y/n says, "Cheer for me after half-time." 

"I will be having the opposite of fun." 

"You're so pessimistic, it's annoying." 

"I'm surprised you know that big of a word." Y/n stuck her tongue at him and got out the car. 

"Come on, lover boy." She says and he shoves his keys in his pocket and gets out of the car. 

"Don't call me that." 

"Don't call me doll." She fires back and a playful smirk crossed her face.  

"How much is it to get in?" 

"It's free for you, you can come with me." Y/n grabs Mike's hand leading him to an opening in the gate with a woman standing there. 

"Y/n, you were supposed to ride the cheer bus with the rest of the girls." 

"I know, I'm sorry, coach. I rode over with my boyfriend." Couch Melissa looks over at Mike. 

"Come on, go get your cheer uniform on." She lets the two kids and Y/n smirks over at Mike who looked shocked. 

"Thank you!" She smiles and walked through, "Do you need help finding the student section or with anything?" She asks. 

"I think I can figure it out." 

"Okay!" She smiles, "Jane will be here-"

"I know, she's the cheer team mangager."

"You're a stalker." Y/n says, "I have to go, um, try to be close to the field so Jane and I both can see you. Try to act like you're having fun, please and thank you." Y/n smiles at him as she ran towards where the cheerleaders were. 

Mike found the student section and stood on the second row. Nobody paid him any mind until Jane Hopper saw him in the crowd of people from the football field. 

"Mike?" Jane calls and Mike standing on the end of the row got down from it and walked over towards the fence. 

"Yeah."

"What are you doing here?" She asks, "I mean, you hate football?" 

"I do. I'm here because Y/n and I are going out and I thought I'd come support my girl." He says and the smile on Jane's face wavered for a second. 

"you and Y/n?" She asks, "She doesn't really seem like your type?"

"I don't know, we just started talking and it turns out, she is." He says. 

"Jane!" Coach Melissa yells. 

"Sorry, Mike. I've got to get back." He watches as she walks away, her hair half pulled back. He could feel his pupils turn into hearts as he walks back to his spot. 

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Y/n was practically chugging back the water bottle that Mike got for her at the game. 

"Thank you," She says out of breath and wiping some sweat off her forehead.

"Did you have fun out there?" Mike asks and Y/n nods. 

"Always do, okay. I'm going to get my party clothes on and we can go to Brett Chapman's house."

"Brett Chapman? That guy hates me, Y/n. I don't think it's a good idea-" Y/n put her hands on his upper arms and a sweet smile went across her face. 

"Don't freak out, okay? We won't be there very long. I have to make an appearance. I don't like those parties either so I promise, we won't be long. Take a deep breath." Mike does as she says and takes a deep breath. 

"Good," She says, rubbing one of her hands, "Now, stay here, lover boy." 

"Gross," He says, and Y/n giggles as she goes to the bathroom with her duffel bag on her shoulder. She came out a few minutes later with her hair down and jean and floral crop top. 

"Okay, I'm ready." She says and they go back to Mike's car. 

Mike followed Y/n's instruction and they were at his big house in a few minutes. They got out and started walking towards the house. 

The music was vibrating the whole house and the smell of cheap beer hit their noses. 

"Ready?" She asks, intertwining their hands as they walked through the door.  They walked into the house and there were people everywhere. 

some people were making out, other's were drinking, some were dancing, and some people were in small groups dancing. 

"Y/n! My favorite cheerleader!" Brett yells grabbing her other hand spinning her away from Mike, "And? She's with a nerd." 

"His name is Mike, Brett and he's my boyfriend." His eyes went between the two of them and Brett laughed. 

"Is he black mailing you?" Brett asks, "Blink Twice." Y/n looks at with wide eyes. 

"No, Brett. I actually like him."

"You have a great house." Mike says, "Very big." 

Brett looks at him and then a smile came on, "Thanks, bro. Enjoy!" 

"Nice try." Y/n whispers to him as they walk farther into the house. Y/n said hello to a few other people and chatted with them. Mike always on her arm, smiling, and telling people that he was happy they finally started dating. 

Then they went to Jane and he could feel his heart start to beat faster. 

"Hey, Janey!" Y/n says, letting go of Mike and going to her friend, they both smile at each other. 

"I feel like we haven't talked in forever." She tightened her grip. 

"I've been busy with trying to get a job and-"

"Daddy cut her off," Mike jokes and Jane gives me a look. 

"I'm sure that's not it." Jane snapped at it him, "Don't need to be so rude, Mike. She is your girlfriend after all." 

"Oh, Janey. Just a harmless joke."

"No,"Jane says, "He shouldn't joke about things like that." She sends a glare. Y/n tells her that's fine a few times and they all three talk for a few more minutes. 

"Janey, I have to get going. My mom is calling me, I've got to get home." 

"Be safe, honey." Jane says, they hug again kissing each other cheeks and Mike and Y/n went back to his car. 

"She hates me." Mike says. 

"She doesn't hate you." Y/n says, "But I wouldn't blame her." Mike turns to her giving her a look, "I'm just kidding!" 

"I hate you!" Mike says and Y/n giggles. 

"Take us to nearest burger place, and I'll get you something and then I'll show you my favorite place in the universe." Y/n says and Mike turns the car on. 

"Are you secretly taking me to my murder?" 

"Yes, now drive, Mikey." He just shakes his head and drives. 

[vernon-s-whore]

[16:42]

genre: fluff, Soobin gives s/o a massage and belly rubs, reader is afab, establish relationship

a/n: period cramps suck and soobin is my comfort idol so here we are

"Do you need anything else?" Soobin asks, handing you a glass of water. You were about to dry swallow a second painkiller when he saw you and fetched you water. The debilitating pain seemed to radiate from your pelvis everytime you moved the slightest bit so getting up to get yourself water had been seriously out of question.

Period cramps were normal for you, despite being slightly painful, but this time was a whoooole 'nother story. With your period ten days late, the cramps were hitting with the intensity of a 30 ton truck.

You shake your head in response to Soobin's question. He had one day off and you couldn't make him spend that day running errands for you, he deserved rest too.

You turned over in your bed and tried to sleep, despite the ache in your legs when you felt the bed beside you dip and felt large hands squeeze your thighs.

You turned over to see Soobin sitting at the edge of the bed, massaging your legs and had to suppress the urge to cry because you could feel the tension leaving your muscles, Soobin's fingers bringing the blood back to your legs.

"Your legs must be hurting," Soobin coos, seeing your teary eyes. "Does it hurt really bad?"

You nod, "Period was ten days late. So they hurt even more." Your voice was sleep-roughened, making you sound worse than you probably were.

"Is this a bad time to make a joke that i can stop them for about nine months?" He smirks, hands moving down to massage your calves. You can't help it, you laugh. And feel blood drip out of you again.

"Don't make me laugh," you swat at Soobin weakly, still laughing. "Or sneeze. You know how it gets."

Soobin nods, sniggering, "The bloody Niagara commences i know."

"Thanks, Binnie," you say softly, seriousness seeping into your voice all of a sudden.

"I don't like seeing you in pain," Soobin's eyes flicked to yours and you could see the seriousness, the care in them beneath the banter and jokes. "The offer for 9 months is still on the table though," he smirks before breaking into a big smile.

"I'll fight you on this when I can get off the bed," you sigh, leaning back into the mountain of pillows behind you. "Can you get in bed with me?"

He nods, and you half regret asking when he stops massaging your legs, slipping beside you in the meagre bedspace, long legs entangling with yours. His arm loops around your shoulders pulling you against his chest and you try to relax, wait for the pain meds to kick in. Besides, Soobin runs hot even on the coldest of days, so having him pressed against you is almost the same as having a hot- albeit slightly hard and bony - heating pack. Till you feel something hotter slip down, between your bodies and press against your belly.

"I can touch here, right?" Soobin asks, knowing you get annoyed with unprovoked physical touch on your period, but his hand is burning hot even through your shirt and you really want the heat so you nod.

He shifts so he can access you better, your back pressed against his chest, legs tangled and his head tucked between your neck and shoulder. The heat you previously felt through your shirt increases when he slips under it, covering a substantial part of your abdomen with just one hand.

"I looked it up today, maybe this will help," Soobin explains, rubbing with his palm around your navel, the heat helping as much as the pressure. You feel drowsy with him under the blanket, the pain in your legs and stomach dissipating slowly under his ministrations. He continues for about ten minutes, pressing in a line from your sternum and down to your pubic bone, alleviating a surprising amount of tightness. You sigh, satisfied when he removes his hand.

"Better?" He asks, cuddling you closer, both arms around your waist now.

"You're the best boyfriend, Binnie," you say, smiling to yourself as he cuddles you and kisses the top of your head, both of you drifting off to sleep.