#like i was so just uncomfy watching it for the first time i felt like.. like it wasnt a trigger but i was just like i feel sick

[beloveds-embrace]

hi, this idea kind of comforts me but it makes you feel uncomfy just ignore this request.

but since you do poly 141, I was thinking of a fic where reader comes from a bad abusive family but she doesn't talk about it and thinks it's normal. and the 141 tries to get angry/frustrated with her because they are concerned for the fact she is fine with people treating her badly or not prioritising herself they come to realise it's just how she thinks. and they remind her that she now doesn't have to survive and fade into a background or is a burden and that she can live and be happy.

i know it sounds complicated and specific but I kinda have this really serene picture in my head that if that happens everything will fine AHAHA idk. but again if this idea doesn't correspond with your writing or feeling or comfortability please just ignore this. apologies if it made you feel uncomfortable.

hope you have/had a nice day or night!!♡♡

I hope you have a nice day/night as well!! And i hope you enjoy this! CW: past abuse, past emotional abuse and neglect

You met them first through a mutual friend, an unplanned introduction that turned into something you hadn’t quite expected: a tentative relationship, but one that had happiness blooming like the flowers and greenery you tend to. It was unconventional- a group of elite soldiers who spent most of their time between missions scattered across the world and a civilian- but when they returned, it felt like they brought your home with them.

You still didn’t understand why they liked having you around. You were just a florist who helped them with decorating their new house, or who listened when they needed a friendly ear. You didn’t ask for anything, and they were kind enough not to question it even if you'd seen their displeased little frowns and furrowed brows whenever you'd refuse.

But recently, you noticed them getting… concerned.

It was Soap who brought it up first, his frustration seeping into his usual easy smile.

It happened after you’d offered to run a series of errands, insisting they rest after a mission. As always, you tried to downplay your exhaustion, helping them settle in their home, making sure everything was clean and in order for them before you even considered sitting down.

Soap watched with a frown, noticing how you brushed off the heaviness in your movements and the bags under your eyes, doing your best to tend to them, such a sweet thing. But after you finished, he gently grabbed your arm.

“Dove, why do you do this?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Do what?” you replied, a little too quickly, trying to pull your arm back almost instinctively. Almost like a habit.

“Act like you don’t need anything. You haven’t even eaten today, and you’re lookin’ after us like we’re helpless. What about you, aye?”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. You didn’t know how to explain that putting yourself last was just what you did. That it felt right, somehow, to stay in the background, to make sure everyone else was fine before even thinking about yourself. It was normal, no? It was how you were raised, and your parents only ever insisted that discipline was needed.

“Just… used to it, I guess?” you finally mumbled.

Soap’s brows drew together, but before he could say more, Gaz stepped in, giving you a gentle, worried look. So Johnny... wasn't the only one who thought so?

“It’s not right,” Gaz said, frustration simmering in his tone. “You’re allowed to put yourself first, you know?”

You shrugged, glancing away. Allowed. You hadn’t thought of it that way.

Price was the next to notice it, his observant eyes always catching the little things: how you’d flinch ever so slightly when they raised their voices, the way you stayed at the edges of conversations, nodding along but rarely chiming in. It had been the same when they'd met you, but he had assumed- hoped- it was merely you being naturally shy.

But this clearly went beyond that.

One night, as you were tidying up after dinner, John approached you, folding his arms across his chest. He stands close, but not too close.

“Why don’t you sit with us, love? Someone else can do the dishes. You barely let us help you cook or set the table either.” He says, his voice gentle, but with a hint of a command.

“I’m fine, John. I really don't mind.” You answered quickly, quietly. You couldn’t meet his eyes, a reflex you’d developed over years of keeping your head down.

He tilted his head, as if trying to see past the answer you’d given him. “No, my love,” he said softly, but with a firmness that made you pause. “I think you’re used to telling yourself that, but I don’t think you believe it.”

You froze, unsure how to respond, feeling something painful stir in your chest. The idea of asking for anything, for taking up space- of needing more than what little you had- seemed wrong. Like wanting was a burden in itself. But it is. It's what you've learnt and been taught.

John sighed, his eyes warm but sad. His hands raised to cup you face slowly, gently. “You’re not a burden, you know that, right?”

You gave him a small, shaky smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah.”

The next time, it was Ghost.

He was usually silent, lurking in the shadows, watching with that keen, unreadable gaze that only ever softened for you and them. But one evening, as you were dropping off supplies at their base, Ghost noticed you hurrying off after you’d finished. He easily caught up with you just outside, his hand gentle as it grasped your shoulder.

(Yet it still had you flinching.)

“You don’t have to go, birdie.” He murmured, voice soft but clear. You met his gaze, startled by the gentle concern in his eyes.

“You… don’t mind?” you asked, trying not to look too hopeful. You always worried your company might be too boring, unproductive. Unwanted.

Ghost shook his head. “If anything, we mind when you don’t stay,” he scoffed quietly. Then he sighs. “We’re worried, you know. About how you treat yourself, luvie. Like you don’t deserve anything more than the bare minimum.”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting deeper than you’d care to admit. He waited, patient, a pillar of quiet understanding.

“I just… it’s what I know,” you finally whispered, unable to look at him. “Growing up, I was never… important. And I don't have to be! I'm not demanding it, I promise-”

He was silent for a moment, and then he took in a deep breath that cuts your frantic mumbles off, as if finally understanding something he’d long suspected. “Well,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you’re with us now, birde. You are important.”

Something warm spread in your chest, something unfamiliar yet comforting. You managed a nod, finding a small sliver of strength in his words, and a little smile forms on your face- leaning into Ghost's knuckles so lightly caressing your cheek.

After those days, things began to change more and more. For the better.

Kyle would check in with you every day, insisting you take breaks with him, sharing laughs over simple things. Soap began inviting you to meals, not taking no for an answer, piling food on your plate until you couldn’t help but indulge. Those two especially adored taking you out to sample new cuisines, delighting in getting you to be more open with your expressions and reactions.

John and Simon would go on walks with you, listening to the little stories you’d been hesitant to share, showing you that your presence mattered to them as much as theirs did to you. And slowly, day by day, they chipped away at the walls you’d built around yourself. Showed you that what your family raised to be wasn't right, was cruel to you.

One evening, as you sat on the couch in the common room, leaning against Johnny's shoulder, Kyle leaned over, a gentle smile on his face.

“You know, love, you don’t have to survive anymore,” he said softly, meeting your gaze with a warmth that made your heart ache. “We want you here because you make us happy. Just as you are.”

The words felt foreign, but you let them settle over you, warm and safe. Kyle gave your hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring, a silent reminder that you didn’t need to hide.

“We’re here to take care of each other,” Soap murmured, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “and that means you too, aye?”

You gave them a tentative smile, feeling that familiar ache soften just a little.

Simon, sitting nearby, nodded in silent agreement, and John leaned back in his chair, giving you a small, proud smile. “You’re one of us, love,” John said quietly, his voice steady. “And as long as you’re here, you’re part of this family. We won't just let you fade into the background. That isn't fair to a dove like you.”

And looking at them now, at the love and gentleness they held for you, it wasn't hard to believe their words.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally found a place where you belonged.

[takamiwife]

your first time with keigo p.2

requested by the loveliest @goseru-aizawa !! thank you for the suggestion <3

🔞this post is nsfw. mdni please and thank you <3🔞

no specific tw’s (i don’t think). does include creampie tho if that makes anyone uncomfy

as the two of you continued your eloquently named, wet-dream-scene, it seemed that one of you had reached a breaking point.

“y/n,” keigo pulled away, a desperation you had never seen before in his eyes as he let out a combination of a whimper and a moan, uttering the word “please.”

now, if this had been any other time, you would probably choose to be mean, leaning over him as you teased him, lips brushing against his, asking “please what?”

but seeing as this was a special occasion and it seemed the two of you were far too needy, you knew exactly what he meant. you pulled back, wrestling out of your shirt as he did his own. you reached for the clasps of your bra, but without a word, keigo moved your hands, replacing them with his own as he quickly unhooked it.

“oh, experienced, huh?” you asked, fairly impressed.

“just well researched.” he mumbled out, mouth immediately moving to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin on your tit, tongue flicking over your nipple.

keigo debated all of this for a moment; not that he didn’t want it; god, it was the complete opposite. he felt guilty admitting it, but nearly every night where spent with you when he ended up back home, he couldn’t sleep without pumping his cock to the image of you. however, he had also spent the past week or so doing his best to read, watch, or listen to whatever he could to make it seem like he had a semblance of an idea of what he was doing. but in turn, he wanted to make this special. candles, rose petals, and all. what can he say? he had a vision. he was even going to buy you a pretty nightgown he saw in a store window. but he had to admit, he liked this better. it was natural, and nearly goddamn primal with the way the two of you were attacking each other.

“kei..” you moaned out in a whisper, hands entangling in his thick blonde hair as you ground your hips against him. he moaned against the skin of your chest in response, strong hands gently clawing down your back.

when he came back up to kiss you, you pushed him onto his back (admittedly with a bit of strength) and began to trail down his body with your soft lips, stopping as you got to his pants. you raised your head back up to his own, kissing his cheek.

“keigo,” you said sweetly, “can i…?”

dot. dot. dot.

keigo knew exactly what that ‘dot. dot. dot.’ referred to, and the man shed his pants and boxers like they were on fire. he sucked in air through his teeth as the cool air hit his (now extremely sensitive) cock.

you had to admit, you had a bit of a ‘oh, shit’ moment when you saw it. the man was well endowed to say the least, and you definitely would be stretched full. maybe this is why his work pants were so baggy.

nevertheless, you moved back down, your ass sticking up in the air slightly as you lowered your head to lick from the base to the lip, making sure to look him in the eyes as you did. he immediately threw his head back, hands moving to your hair, tangling in it and holding it like his life depended on it. you placed a kiss on the head, taking an enjoyment as it twitched, noting how badly he needed this. you took the head in your mouth, doing your best to hollow out your cheeks as you took as much as you could (which was a bit hard, unfortunately), using your hand to cover the rest.

“shit, fuck, fuck yes..!” keigo hissed as you began to bob your head, your tongue swirling around the length.

you hummed contently around him, pleased with yourself that he was having this strong of a reaction to you; in fact, it didn’t take long for those three magic words to slip from his lips.

“i- ah- i’m gonna cum!” he bit back his lip desperately, the words coming out in a whimper. you can imagine the look on his face when you suddenly pulled your mouth away; something along the lines of a hurt puppy and shock. “why’d you stop?” he asked, swallowing hard, just having his orgasm ripped from him.

“keigo..” you moved up, your lips tracing his stubbly cheek, moving to his ear. “i promise, i’ll make this all up to you, but for right now, i want you to cum inside of me.”

“inside..?” he asked, nearly choking on his own air. of course he had thought about it. it was one of the main visions of his little.. sessions he had at home thinking of you. bouncing on his cock, gripping at his shoulders, or having you under him, wide, pleading eyes, repeatedly begging him to cum in you like the good girl you were. “..are you sure?”

“‘s alright, i’m on the pill.. as long as you’re okay with it.”

“of course i’m okay with it,” he said a little too enthusiastically, causing a quiet giggle from you. “but i wanna be on top,” keigo moved his hands to your hips. “i want- need to see you when i feel you for the first time. need to see you when i cum in that pretty pussy. please y/n.”

admittedly flustered by his response, you chose to show your approval through actions instead by bringing him into another heated kiss, slowly pulling him on top of you.

“someone’s a little excited” he grinned against your lips.

“you could say that.”

keigo pulled your pajama shorts down, finally leaving you just as bare as he was.

“ffuuuckk..” he groaned out, finally being able to see all of you. “so fucking pretty..” he moaned against your neck, fingers gliding against your slit. “and so wet for me. you’ve needed this, huh?”

“mhm..” you hummed out, already feeling dazed.

“poor, pretty girl..” he ran his fingers along the slickness, thumb circling your already swollen clit. “and such pretty noises.” your little moans and whimpers were music to his ears, and they were only amplified when he dipped two fingers into your cunt, pumping at an agonizingly slow pace at first, curling just where you needed it.

“you.. you seem to know what you’re doing for.. for a virgin..” you managed to get out as he picked up his pace.

“as i said, well researched,” as much as keigo wanted to attack your neck while he finger-fucked you, he loved watching your face and body contort in pleasure even more. your eyes squeezing shut, your back arching, desperate for more, your mouth forming a perfect little ‘o’ shape. you were insatiable, and you were all his. he suddenly pulled his fingers away, leaving you feeling the same as he did just a few minutes ago, immediately dipping his slick coated fingers into his mouth, groaning as he tasted you. “so fucking good.” he said as he used his wet fingers to coat his cock. “not that i’ll need it, you’re fucking dripping.” he grinned as he climbed on top of you, hands on both sides of your head.

“kei.. are you absolutely sure?”

“y/n..” he pressed his forehead to yours, noses barely touching. “i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. i want this.. i want you.“

“okay.” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. he kept his forehead pressed to yours as he dragged his tip up and down your slick before finally, finally dipping into you. he pulled back, wanting to see your face as he fucked into you for the first time, but have you ever seen a man experiencing good pussy for the first time? inch by inch, you watched his eyes widen and pupils dilate, his wings fluff and flutter as breathless moans formed from his mouth. he was whipped with you already, but now? good luck getting rid of him is all i’ll say.

“fuck, oh my god, fuck, you feel so good..” he groaned as he finally bottomed out in you, hips involuntarily twitching slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. he tested the waters, slowly pulling back out and fucking into you again, immediately mesmerized by the way your tits bounced as he did so. “i’m gonna.. gonna move now, okay?” and as soon as you nodded in permission, he fucked into you again and again and again until he finally found a steady rhythm.

“fuck, i can’t- i need.. need more..” he grunted as he picked your leg up, hiking it onto his shoulder as he desperately tried to fuck into you deeper.

“kei..!” you said, a mix of surprise and pleasure as he nearly hit your cervix, hands moving to grip onto his wrists.

“‘s that feel okay? please say it does, please, please, please tell me it feels good.” he whined out, clearly desperate for your praise.

“f-feels real good, kei..” you whimpered out between moans. “you’re doing so good, so good for me.”

despite you thinking it wasn’t possible, he picked up his speed even more, moving up to kiss and nibble at your calf as he kept his pace.

“gonna.. gonna cum.. fuck, need to cum..” he set your leg down, and just when you thought your leg could get a break, he pushed both of your legs back as far as they could go, fucking you into a mating press.

“keigo..!” you said in more arousal than surprise, feeling the familiar build of an orgasm in your lower stomach.

“gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..” he muttered as he stared into your eyes with a certain hunger you’ve never seen in them before. “‘m gonna.. gonna cum in you baby, f-fuck, so perfect for me. so so perfect.. i’m gonna fucking fill you up, pretty girl.. my pretty girl.. my perfect, pretty girl.. you’re gonna cum too, aren’t you? i.. fuck, fuck, i can feel it. please cum for me, please..” he moved his hand back to your clit, determined to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. “cmon, pretty girl..” he cooed. “cum all over this fucking cock, make yourself feel so good.”

it was almost too much. almost. you could barely see as your head fell back, body tensing as you finally came around his cock, a string of curses and his name escaping as you did so. you always thought that the fabled ‘make you see stars’ orgasm was fake, but you could now proudly report that it was entirely true.

as soon as keigo felt you tighten around him, he came, his cock twitching as cum spilled into your tight cunt, his body shaking and spasming. a few feathers fell onto the bed as his wings puffed out, spreading slightly. he bucked into you a few more times, riding out his orgasm and making sure that none of his cum leaked out of you.

with the air hot and thick between the two of you, he slowly pulled out, hissing as he did so. your legs fell onto the bed, followed by a twinge of pain in them, something you’d surely pay for tomorrow.

keigo laid beside you, watching as you turned to face him, a smile on your lips.

“so, was your first time good?” you asked teasingly.

“fucking amazing. better than i ever could have asked for,” he grinned back at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “can we do it again?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he sounded at the prospect.

“just gimmie a minute, okay? not all of us have the stamina of the number two hero.” you playfully waved your hand in his face.

“fine, fine..” he sighed, pulling you flush against him as you two laid in the comfortable silence of the aftermath, and you knew that this was far from the last time tonight.

[hxxsxxng]

HEESEUNG 이희승 - STEPBROTHER

MINORS DNI

Word Count : 3.3k

Genre : SMUT

Content : step!sibling! (if you are uncomfy don’t read), begging, oral, nipple play, mentions of pandemic, unprotected sex, creampie. lmk if i missed anything!

Preview : After a pandemic took over the nation, how will you and your step brother cope with the house to yourselves.

Authors note : I hope you enjoy <3

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It was an unexpected situation being stuck at home with Heeseung during the pandemic lockdown. He was only a few years older than you, but at very different stages of life - you were still in college while he had already graduated and was just living at home to save money.

With both your parents working the afternoon shift at the hospital as essential workers, you two had the house to yourselves during the day. You figured Hee would spend most of that time holed up in his room, playing video games and chatting with his friends online like usual. And at first, that's exactly what happened. For weeks, he'd wake up late and then disappear into his room, the sounds of gameplay and his friends' voices filtering out from behind the closed door.

Meanwhile, you filled those lonely days by mindlessly scrolling on your phone or napping the hours away in your own room, emerging only to grab food. The house felt eerily quiet and empty even with Heeseung there. You were both just about existing under the same roof, going about your isolated pandemic existence in parallel lines.

Seung had always been the quiet, reserved type - never one to flaunt romantic relationships or bring many girls around. He kept things low-key, sticking to his close circle of friends whom he was intensely loyal to. Looking at him, you would assume he never had any luck with the ladies. But saying he NEVER brought a girl home would be a complete and utter lie.

Back when he was in university, every once in a blue moon, you'd hear some...noises coming from his bedroom late at night. At first, you tried to ignore it, but the sounds of rhythmic creaking and muffled gasps were unmistakable. Your face would burn realizing what was going on in the next room over.

Your bedroom happened to border his, the thin walls giving you unintentionally intimate knowledge of Heeseung’s occasional overnight guests. A soft feminine giggle would drift through, followed by his low rumbling tones, indistinct but clearly meant to be seductive. The telltale sounds of activity would start up again minutes later.

You'd lie awake, pulling your pillow tightly over your ears, trying desperately to block it all out. But it never worked - small creaks, breathy gasps, and rhythmic squeaks of the bedsprings would persistently filter through no matter what. On those nights, you couldn’t help but to slip your fingers into your panties, wondering what it would be like if it were you in the room with him instead. This would even happen on nights of complete silence. The thought of being fucked senselessly by your stepbrother was eating you alive.

But the next morning was always awkward. You'd have to look Heeseung in the eye over breakfast, knowing you'd been an unwitting aural witness to his private activities. He'd act like nothing happened, utterly shameless, while you averted your eyes burning with silent humiliation.

Those rare evenings served as reminders that Hee did indeed have a sexual side, despite his outward personas a quiet, studious homebody.

You were surprised but pleased when Hee first started initiating hangouts and inviting you into his personal space. At first, it seemed innocent enough - watching movies together in his room, playing co-op video games side-by-side, or even just sitting in comfortable silence as you both worked or read. A welcomed change from the isolation you'd both been existing in.

But as the weeks rolled on, those hangout sessions started awakening feelings in you that you never expected to have towards your stepbrother. With so much time spent together in close quarters, you began noticing things about him that you'd previously overlooked - the way his shirts hugged his toned arms, how his brow crinkled adorably when he was concentrating, the rich warmth of his laugh.

You found yourself stealing sidelong glances at him as he gamed, admiring the sharp line of his jaw and how effortlessly cool he looked with that headset on. Or zoning out while bingeing shows, becoming hyper-aware of him next to you on the bed, close enough that you could smell his subtle cologne and body wash.

At first you brushed off those wayward thoughts and traitorous flutters in your belly. This was just your loneliness and proximity talking after being cooped up together for so long. But you couldn't deny the way your skin grew warm whenever Heeseung’s hand brushed yours reaching for the popcorn. Or how your breath caught when he absently stretched and his shirt rode up, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of toned abdomen.

What started as harmless hangouts quickly began skirting a dangerous line once you registered the undeniable physical attraction simmering between you two. You noticed him sneaking appreciative looks at you as well sometimes. The shifting energy was palpable, brewing tension that went beyond just bonding as stepson and stepdaughter.

Those hangouts that once brought you connective comfort took on a new, charged meaning. You tried to bury the symbolic meaning behind Seung inviting you alone into his private bedroom sanctuary. But it became impossible to ignore when he started finding excuses to "accidentally" graze you with his knee or arm, sending tingles through you at every simple point of contact.

It became a delirious game of brutal restraint and forced obliviousness whenever you were alone with him. You overanalyzed every smile, laugh, and lingering touch, uncertain whether you were reading too much into the gestures or if he felt the same smoldering tension. The captive, heavy atmosphere only grew more stifling with each encounter until you knew something had to finally burn through and break.

————-

The bedroom door clicks shut behind you and instantly that familiar electric tension crackles in the air. Your heart pounds as you turn to face Heeseung lounging on his bed, controller in hand as he's immersed in another video game.

"Hey, wanna join?" he asks casually, patting the space beside him. Such an innocent invitation loaded with so much more weight these days.

You nod, trying to keep your cool as you settle onto the bed, your sides brushing. The warmth of his body so close to yours is utterly disarming. His intoxicating cologne and body wash surrounds you in an arousing haze. You try to focus on the game but are hyperaware of every subtle movement, every shifted position that puts your bodies even closer.

Heeseung curses as his character dies and you chance a sidelong glance at him. The way the words slip from his mouth is so insanely sexy. The tendons in his forearms flex entrancingly as he grips the controller. Your gaze tracks up to the sharp line of his jaw, admiring his beautiful tanned skin. You tear your eyes away before he catches you staring, but not before drinking in the broad expanse of his shoulders straining against his t-shirt.

As the gameplay continues on, you can't resist sneaking admiring looks at the man beside you. The man who has been awakening such unbidden feelings and cravings in you for weeks now. The chemistry between you both has built to a fever pitch you can no longer ignore or rationalize away.

Your entire body is hyper-tuned to him, tingling at every casual point of contact - his knee brushing your thigh, the tickle of his arm hair grazing your skin as he shifts positions. You imagine how electrifying it would feel to have those muscled limbs wrapped around you instead of just these maddening, transient touches.

Hee lets out a dramatic groan of frustration at another death, running a hand through his soft brown hair. You watch hungrily as his shirt rides up to expose a tantalizing strip of toned abdomen. Does he have any idea the effect he has on you with these simple, unaware gestures? The aching need he stokes in you just by existing so close?

As if he can sense your yearning gaze, Heeseung turns his head to meet your eyes. You feel pinned under the heated intensity of his stare, rendered breathless as he deliberately lets his eyes drag over every inch of you. The atmosphere thickens further with the sudden acknowledgment that you both feel this irresistible magnetic pull.

In that searing, loaded look, you see reflected the inner turmoil you've been grappling with - the tangled guilt over these unbrotherly urges warring with the feverish desire that leaves you undone at his smallest glance. The unspoken question of what might happen if one of you finally has the courage to act on those simmering tensions that charge every breath between you.

You can't take this torture any longer. Your mouth is dry, body humming with arousal and need as you open your mouth to finally break the silence. But Heeseung cuts you off by closing the scant distance between you in one decisive movement, capturing your lips in a searing, hungry kiss you've been starving for.

————-

He pulls your head down into a more passionate kiss. You could tell that he has been wanting this. These kisses started turning into rougher, sloppier ones. Your tongues were exploring each other's mouths. He is naturally such a great kisser. He knew what to do and when to do it. He even bit your lip a few times, which was extremely hot.

He sat on the edge of the bed and signaled for you to straddle him. Such an invitation could not go unaccepted, so you crawled onto his lap and continued kissing.

     Without even realizing it, you start grinding your hips while on his lap, creating friction that you both desperately needed. It was so subtle but so effective. It made your breaths shallow but you didn't want Hee to say anything about it. You tried so hard to contain your self but you let out a slight moan.

"Mhmm do you like that baby?, you didn't think I would notice what you are doing here?, don't worry because i'm really enjoying it to."

     WHAT? You think to yourself. "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself." he says as he slightly chuckles.

     This man KNOWS how to make you feel embarrassed, but he doesn't mind what you are doing and you surely don't either. It's as if he were saying these things to provoke you to do it more. So you did. You were desperate.

     You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You could also feel his bulge get a lot more obvious under you.

     He gets to the point where he can't take it anymore. He grabs you and picks you up, in the same position that you were sitting on his lap in, and he turns you around and slams you onto the bed, having you laying on your back.

     His pants looked like they were getting tight from his  painfully large erection. You are so tempted to strip him of his clothes and have it your way, but, you knew that he wasn't gonna happen.

     He crawls on top of you and starts kissing you again. This time, more forceful and hungrily. He then starts kissing down your neck and your collarbones. He sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving purple hickies all over your upper chest and neck.

     Both you and him start breathing heavily. He pulls at the bottom of your t-shirt, signaling that he wanted to take it off of you. You lift your arms and he slides your shirt off.  You are left exposed with only a bra on. He goes in and starts leaving hickies on the exposed parts of your breasts.

     He goes back up to kissing your lips passionately while caressing your breasts with his big, muscular hands.

     You feel one of his hands slide down you back, you assume it's to unhook your bra. The feeling of his hand grazing on your back gives you goose bumps. He unhooks your bra and gently pulls it off of you.

     He admires your beautiful, topless body.

"I hope you know that I have wanted this for so long, ever since our parents got together" He said sincerely.

     You can't help but to blush. You are left speechless. You pull him down to give him another kiss.

     He pulls away from your lips and immediately goes down to sucking on your nipples. He swirls his tongue and it make you short of breath. "Ah~h~ you are so good at this Seungie." You hands are gripping his hair, fueling him to do more.

He stands up and towers over you, throwing his shirt off and to the side. His eyes were full of lust and determination. He ran his fingers up your thighs and stopped to hold them around the seam of your shorts. You lift up your hips, assuring him that it is okay to take them off.

He pulls of your shorts and your panties in one go. “You always look so fucking hot in these shorts when you walk around the house, but i’ve always wondered what you would look like with them off” he says in a deep, raspy voice. His bulge poking through his basketball shorts brushes against your naked pussy, making you so much more desperate.

“I have felt the exact same way about you” you return, leaning up and tugging at the waist of his shorts. “Please let me taste you” you begged.

He can’t help but to have a huge smile on his face and his shorts drop to the ground. His throbbing cock springs out, catching you by surprise. You imaged it to be big, but not like this. Heeseung could see the fear in your eyes as you knelt down to the ground.

“Don’t be scared sweetheart, I will make it fit”.

You don’t know of him saying this makes you feel reassured or more scared but you continued either way.

You grab the base of it and start off with small licks, trying to build up the courage to take more of it. He hummed a little bit when you put your mouth on it. He starts to run his fingers though your hair in the midst of it all.

Once you got confident enough to take more, you found yourself putting you mouth around it and sucking on it more. You start bobbing your head up and down. You were only taking about a third of it to tease him.

He is relieved from all of his built of tension finally being released by the feeling of your mouth around his dick, replicating the real thing.

He soon gets tired of you only sucking on the top and he grips your hair and slowly pushes your head a little bit farther each time, which didn't bother you too much because despite being scared of the size at the start, your throat seemed to mold to the size of his dick very easily.

He groans quietly because he doesn't want to admit that this good feeling has taken a toll on him. Suddenly, he pushes your head all of the way down, with the head touching the back of your throat. He repeats the motion, he is face fucking you with no shame.

The sound of you gagging on his dick and the sound of his quiet moans mixed together made you feel really good. Cute tears start rolling down your face and he looks down to you.

"You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, and with the tears in your eyes... I almost want to take a picture and save it for later." he said admiringly

You wish he fucking did. You wish that you had met him before your parents met, so that you both could be together instead.

When he talks to you this way you can't feel any other way but than accomplished. You, making your stepbrother feel really good, was a hard concept for you to grasp, but you loved it.

He pulls out of your mouth and pushed your back onto the bed. He leans down and hovers him self over you. “Are you sure you want this” he whispered in your ear. You could feel nothing but horniness and desperation and all you could do was agree to cross the line that could never be taken back.

"Yes, please, this is exactly what I need."

He smiled at your words and starts massaging your clit with his tip slapping it on you wet folds. One he felt the time was right, he gently inserts himself inside of you.

"Fuuuck~" he said under his breath.

He starts with 1 inch, then 2, then 3 until he is almost all the way inserted in you. Giving you time to adjust to his size. He starts going in and out slowly, making sure that you are as comfortable as possible. You winced at the pain at the beginning, but slowly, the pain was turning into pleasure. You had never taken a cock this big in the past, the new feeling was exciting, but stung as well.

     He starts picking up the pace once you signaled that it was okay for him to do so. His face and chest was glistening with sweat which you found extremely hot. His deep breathing and the faces he would make as he was sliding his member in and out of you is something that you just don't forget.

“We should have been doing this a long time ago, I can’t get enough of this pussy” he groans

Your cheeks turn red at the thought that these forbidden feelings for your step sibling were not one sided.

     He starts going fully in and almost all of the way out with each stroke. He throws his head back in pleasure and his grunts and moans start to get louder. The pace is really fast and it feels like you are on a whole new world. The sound of your skin slapping together and the sound from how wet you are make the atmosphere of the room more intense. Your moans are all over the place, changing from whimpers, to gasping for air, or just screaming his name.

     He used his thumb to stimulate your clit. He was like a professional, knowing every trick in the book to make a woman cum. This in itself would make you reach your high very quickly, but you try to hold it back.

     "I had imagined your pussy to be heavenly, but this is so much better." Seung says smiling. He takes pride in making you really wet.

“It feels- So good” You choke up. A few more strokes and you could start to feel your orgasm approaching.

     "Angh, i'm almost there Hee." you say out of breath.

     "Hold it back for me, for just a little bit longer." he says. You are determined to wait until he says it's okay.

He pounds deeper into your pussy, brushing agains your most sensitive spot, making you scream out. His tip repeatedly pressing against your cervix as he bottoms out, as if his dick was perfectly made to fit inside of only you.

Your walls clenched around his dick and he became more breathless. “Let’s cum together”

“Please Seungie, i’m so close pleaseee”

Your cute begs sent him over the edge. He strokes getting slower and sloppier as he releases his seed inside of you. His dick was pulsating inside of you while you rode out your high, digging your nails into his back while trying to contain yourself.

He slowly pulls his limp dick out of you and grabs a rag to clean you up. He leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You can not not anyone” he states sternly.

“Not a soul” you responded looking directly into his eyes.

He chuckles “I should invite you into my room more often”

[ram-bles]

Plsplspls daisuke and reader romance hcs and my soul is yours

gn/transmasc whichever you prefer thank you so much

daisuke x reader | headcanons

part 4:

Romance edition

pay up anon 🫴👈 /j no, bc I have notes about this already and I saw you pop up in my notifs.

⚠️: 🔞 gn pronouns and masc pronouns* used, fluff, nothing explicit but there is implied sex (don't worry, it's optional. I put it at the end so you can skip.)

*bonus transmasc!reader category

🌺 Mentioned in a previous post. You fall first, he falls harder. He doesn't even notice until later on when he's doing the most mundane task and he catches himself smiling - "Oh."- while thinking of you. "Shiiiit."

🌺 The D in Daisuke stands for dense. Dense, dense, dense. To be fair, you guys are close and everything you've done together was seen as platonic. Heavy on was.

"Are you really bros if you don't cuddle to sleep?"

🌺 C'mon. He'll treat this like a romance visual novel game and you are the main and only love interest. It makes him less nervous this way.

🌺 Daisuke - for the life of him - could not use endearments. It makes him cringe. Will most likely call you by nickname or dude/bro (gnc).

"Babe... Baby... Honey— PFFT-" "Daisuke." Last name mouthwashing. Followed by whatever his last name was. You gave him a warning tone. "I can't help it!" He stifles his laughter but it turns into a fit of giggles.

🌺 Best friends to lovers is a perfect trope with him. I feel like the confession will come in naturally. You become best friends, blur the lines of platonic and romantic without realizing it, and the next thing you know, you're dating.

🌺 Experience wise? He's had a few relationships in highschool. Doesn't even know if he considers it as a relationship if he were honest. More-so flings.

⚠️ Implied sex. Ignore if uncomfortable.

🌺 If I were to lean more on to his mature side, then maybe things got too intimate. No promises of what happens next, but surely, you'd both question it. Don't get me wrong though, definitely an each other's firsts situation still.

Your sports watch vibrates on the table side, its buzz louder against the surface it was on. Groggily, you sit up, stretching and flinching at how sore you were before orienting yourself, unconsciously tugging the blanket closer to you. The faint sound of the shower beside the shared room reminds you of the events last night and your brain felt like it was about to shortcircuit, thoughts silencing quickly as you hear the bathroom door open, making you snap your head back up and you felt like having another wire shorting in your brain at the sight, but you push it away for now. "Mornin'!" And he says your name so sweetly, enthusiastically. Your heart ached. "I didn't take too long right? Did you just wake up?" Your silence scared him, even more so when you hung your head low. He calls your name. "Did you not like last night? Ah, fuck- Is anything painful? I'm sorry. We don't have to do this again. I'm s—" "Daisuke?" "Y-Yeah? What's up? Seriously, you're worrying me, dude. Did I hurt you?" "What are we?"

[ Bonus: Transmasc!Reader ]

🌺 Seeing your binder for the first time?

You two were back at your shared quarters. The day had just ended and you just wanted to change into your sleepwear and crash. "Dude, that looks uncomfy. You sure it ain't too tight?" "Nah. I made sure it fit. I have looser ones just incase. Don't worry, Dai." You were about to remove it when you notice him staring. Before this, you've been changing in the bathroom already, and at times he'd just turn away when you tell him to. He only realizes when you haven't moved for awhile and he instantly flinches. "Oh, sorry- turning riiiight now!" "We're dating already... It's okay." Plus, totally normal to see dudes topless. He tilts his head curiously as he watches and it would be a lie if it didn't make you slightly conscious of your appearance, but you trust him. The smitten look he has makes you feel better. His eyes dart down to the small dents on your skin left by the band and his hand twitches. "Can I massage it?" "What? My tits?" He calls out your name in mock frustration before laughing. "Y'know what I mean!" "Yeah, yeah. Make some space on the bed then."

🌺 Probably would love pressing the marks away. Also, he gets to cling onto you while at it so win-win right?

🌺 Top scars?

"Duuuuuude. That's sick as fuck." His head was hanging by the edge of the bed, watching you change while upside down. "Hm?" "The scars. How'd you gettem? Don't look like it's from an accident." "... Surgery?" "Oh?" He stays quiet for a moment trying to piece two and two together. You wait for him with an amused expression. "OHHHHHH." Right, he didn't know. "Still sick as fuck though."

🌺 feeling dysphoric? he already treats you like a king, but hopefully you won't get too overwhelmed with his advances when he notices you feeling down.

"hey, handsome." "pretty boy!"

🌺 if he didn't know you were trans and you tell him, he'd be confused but in a way that's like, "I still love you, y'know. That ain't changin'!"

[ Updates: ]

🪓 i'm working on another ask at the moment and it involves a pilot intern!reader. they req afab!reader but it's difficult for me to write femmes and i usually go for gn or transmasc readers :(( I hope that's alright. I can try to make a separate post and do femme pronouns. What do you guys think?

it's going to be longer than my usual posts so it may take some time. so yeah! hopefully the anon who req it sees this.

That's all, thank you for reading!

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄.

synopsis. in which a ménage a trois is had with the savior of the planet — otherwise, your boyfriend, and the calamity personified.

genre. nsfw

tw. threesome, sefikura ( yes, you read that correctly. so if you are not comfortable with the pairing, just click off now cuz this isn’t for you ), penetration ( vaginal for the reader, anal for cloud ), praise, edging, rough sex, virginity loss, false sympathy, choking, bottom-ish cloud ( if you’re uncomfy, again just leave pls. ), overstimulation, corruption.

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

notes. tysm for 500 followers guys! it’s a little unreal to me still since i was only at 200 or smtn before writing for ff7 so like😭 yeah.. anyway, take this in return, aka me going completely out of what i normally do and giving into intrusive thoughts because some of you guys miraculously agreed with my 2am ideas..

sephiroth x cloud strife x fem!reader.

“good, cloud..” sephiroth whispered into the shell of his killer’s ear, nuzzling into the blond, unruly locks that tickled his skin. “very good.. her wails for release are most pleasant, aren’t they?”

said male’s hips stuttered like his uneven breathing had at the praise, nearly spilling his load right then and there into your ever-welcoming heat.

gaia, he hated how much of a sucker he was for such, it was humiliatingly weakening, especially when it came from him.. but he couldn’t let go just yet. not with the series of explicit instructions he’d received beforehand.

instructions that echoed in the all-too-familiar velvety voice throughout the confines of his mind. hardly any different from every other time it spoke, had it not been for that sultry undertone this time around.

a timbre that was slowly beginning to get to the self proclaimed ex-SOLDIER. in more ways than one, he feared. "s-shut up!” he spat despite the betraying rouge coloring his freckled skin. “i know what i'm doing. i don’t..” a hitch. “need you to tell me shit.." he breathed out, watching through half-lidded eyes as your head lolled back into the pillow, grabbing fistfuls of cotton while you waited for release, too.

..because sephiroth said not yet.

cloud didn’t know how, nor did he want to know how, but the highly anticipated first time sex he was blindly walking into seemed.. to have invited a rather unexpected visitor to teach him a lesson on pleasure. a phantom guest, as one might say, who just so happened to have the potential to destroy the planet at any given chance.

otherwise, his greatest nemesis.

a nemesis that was now demonstrating on him how to fuck his beloved girlfriend, rather than ending her very life.

and what was your take on your boyfriend quite literally being made into a canvas?

“f-faster, please, cloud!”

well, it's not everyday you lose your virginity to the savior and threat of the planet all at the same time. it felt like a crime to refuse something so delectable.

so who were you to say no? a little risk and tension added that perfect kick to the whole experience. the cherry on top, and you were ready to savor it.

the planet would be fine, surely. gaia and jenova could hold their tongues for an hour or few.

tilting his head, the bringer of calamity offered a small smirk. "do you, now? your beloved seems to have a plea.. she might want to share how close she is..” came his hushed observation, paired with a particularly harsh jerk of hips into his rival’s rear. “how in need she is of finally letting that coil snap within her.." he added fondly, pleased with the choked gasp that entered his ears as his eyes caught your hazy stare. "isn't that right, y/n?"

a soft whimper was all that was able to leave your lips because it was true. besides, what could you say with an orgasm so close, yet so far away, anyway?

aside from cries for mercy, of course.

"'m really close..” you mustered after a few sharp intakes of air, shaking your head weakly. “c-can't hold on for much longer, though." you added quietly, fighting the urge to cave at the sight of those mischief glinted jades. part of you wondered how cloud was able to even resist the owner while being given that kind of look in battle. you’d probably throw in your weapon right then and there while waving that tiny white flag seen in old cartoons.

perhaps cloud was simply just.. used to it.

although, that didn't mean he didn't hesitate from time to time.

"poor thing.." sephiroth acknowledged in a soft coo, trailing a hand down your thigh in a feather-light manner that elicited shivers. even amidst the sweltering heat. "while i did say to hold out, i have reason to believe it will be more fun to take your rightful release from cloud.. he looks to be faltering by the second." he prompted lightly, holding your gaze whilst his lips traveled down the jugular of his rival to the curve of his shoulder. “perhaps you’ll fix that, hm?”

and as if to confirm his statement, the former hero dragged himself out completely before sheathing the blond again to the hilt. once more in that same, abrupt manner that now had a symphony of noises tumbling free of suppression from his lips.

each one more erotic than the last, somehow. so very lewd, as you’d never heard such pitiful sounds spill from your boyfriend's mouth.. but undeniably pleasing to the ears. a mellifluous string of gasps and moans you weren’t even aware he could produce. and sephiroth was pulling them out like it was just another tuesday.

no wonder he had wanted to hear cloud so badly during their fights.

spurred on by sheer fervor and curiosity, you found yourself feeding into the one winged angel’s suggestion, "how exactly would i.. ngh- be able to do t-that..?"

mako tinted emeralds sparked with intrigue. “oh, it’s quite simple, really-”

"s-sephiroth!" cloud cut through another groan, glowering warningly at his foe like an offended kitten. it was more adorable than it was intimidating, as were all the other glares thrown his way. maybe on the battlefield and with more clothes on, it might have been taken more seriously.

here, however?

it only earned him a snort.

the villain in question simply couldn’t be bothered by such, not with that contradicting flush adorning his killer’s cheeks. just who did he think he was fooling when his body evidently betrayed his words?

"hush now, cloud." sephiroth ordered softly, tapping his sunkissed throat with two leather clad fingers. daringly. "your manners are lacking considerably. y/n here has asked me a question, it is rude to interrupt your own significant other.” he reprimanded smartly, giving the lightest squeeze — which was apparently still fatal enough if that was in fact a whine that entered his all-hearing ears.

cute.

but not convincing enough. “you'll just have to wait your turn." the former general finished in his ear, nipping down on the cartilage before shifting his eyes back to your flustered self. "now then, where were we? ah, yes.” he chuckled, patting down on cloud’s thigh. “climb onto your lover’s lap."

“climb onto his..” heat rushed to your cheeks almost instantly at the suggestion. 

truthfully, it wasn't like you hadn't done that before, but seeing the pathetic state your boyfriend had been in now.. that quivering, whiny mess. you could only imagine just how far sephiroth was willing to go.

apparently, all the way.

his sapphire hues were practically glimmering with tears already from the simulation he was both giving and receiving. all he needed was to be ridden to come completely undone.

you swallowed unconsciously.

so this was the villain you were told of.

honestly, he was hotter than he was annoying or endangering, or however way cloud had described him.

although tempting, incredibly tempting.

that part of you that wanted to go easy on your partner and stay in the position you were in was practically swallowed up by the malicious glint in the calamity incarnate’s eyes. it pitifully won the favor of your other half with ease, coaxing you into sweet, delectable oblivion.

one that became increasingly difficult to withstand.

shuddering at the tremble in your legs, you pushed yourself up despite the burning sensation in your thighs, letting out a strained exhale at the stretch it caused. “sorry cloud..”

a stuttered noise left the blond's lips as he reclined against his enemy's front, rolling his head back against the plush, yet firm chest behind him. were pectorals meant to feel so cozy? or was it simply his fogged up mind?

regardless, the smirk on sephiroth’s rosewood lips seemed to grow at the nuzzle of gold fluff on his bared skin, and furthermore at your willingness. it was.. amusing, to say the least.

cloud, as it turned, was even more delightful up close. pink dusted skin, furrowed brows, watery eyes — truly a sight.

unable to hold yourself back, you brought your lips together for a chaste kiss, mewling into his mouth at the alarmed buck his lower half gave. it was sudden, without calculation, risky, and divine all at once; enough to remind you of your impending climax. but that, again, could wait.

it had to.

warmth brushed and enveloped your tongue, imploring you to suck down on it, which you eagerly did, peppermint flooding your senses. was toothpaste meant to taste this good?

breaking away, if only to keep yourself from diving right back in with the intent of never breathing again, you were allowed a second of air, and only a second.. before your appendages were claimed by a second pair.

and fuck.. they were as soft as they looked from afar. frigid, yet strangely passionate for the nemesis your lover had described him to be. your mind dared to call it delicate.. until it wasn’t. gentle seconds became half a feverish minute as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to melt to his flame completely.

icarus flew too close to the sun, well you flew right for the caller of meteor, and clung even as your feathers became ash. uncaring of the way he seared your lips with sin, liquid silver tickling your cheeks like a sheen of mercury.

sadly, your lungs did care.

before any worries of your life quite possibly being stolen and swallowed up by the darkness personified, his lips were torn from yours.. and roughly reclaimed by none other than your boyfriend’s.

it took longer than necessary to register the exchange, with you utterly enraptured by the sight of cloud so.. bothered and lustful, as opposed to his usual composed and indifferent self.

meanwhile sephiroth reciprocated the kiss in full, chuckling at the taste of his own ichor spilled across his bottom lip as his adversary drank like a mortal parched. in return, he gave his tongue a sudden nip, musing at the quiet hiss that allowed him a metallic flavored sample of his own. fair was fair, after all.

in his opinion, anyway.

a knowing look amidst the violent lip lock was your cue to regather yourself, bringing your clammy hands to the curves of the former merc’s shoulders. no going back now.

slowly, your hips lifted just slightly, never missing the twitch against your insides as you lowered them at that same pace with a sigh.

the moan that tore through cloud’s throat was pleasant — encouraging. it beseeched you to repeat your ministrations; faster, sloppier- if only to hear and feel more of your beloved.

sephiroth was no stranger and rolled his own front against the man his life became so intimately intertwined with, devouring every sound that entered his greedy mouth. “such a good boy..” he whispered after detaching from his crimson stained lips, nuzzling into the other’s neck. “taking us so well..”

“f-fuck, haaaahhh~ can’t-!” cloud gasped out, arching pathetically against the toned body behind him. “can’t..!!”

a curious brow lifted. “can’t what, cloud?” the silver haired male hummed out, flitting his eyes to yours. “ask him to reiterate, won’t you, y/n?”

vision blurred, you peered over at your partner through blurry eyes, barely able to hold even yourself together. the words came out somehow anyway, albeit spluttered. “s-say it clearer, cloud — fuck!” you cursed, throwing your head back. “please..!!”

and that was the final straw. as though in slow motion, the ex-SOLDIER gave a finishing thrust before a rush of warmth enveloped his cock, trickling between the mixture of limbs like liquid ivory. 

it didn’t stop there, however, as a chorus of pants joined the no longer withdrawn whines of your lover. meanwhile his enemy nailed his prostate with acute precision several more times before meeting his own climax.

sephiroth gave the smile of a feline satisfied with its work. cloud completely undone alongside his lover and the most satisfying of cries to fill his ears? it wasn’t the same as bringing the planet to its knees and under his rule, but the outcome was just as euphoric.

if not more, certainly at the sight of the his seed trickling out of the bruised hole of his dearest adversary. part of him was almost tempted to fuck right it back into him, but the night was young. time was bountiful.

especially for punishment. “mm.. that reply was no good..” the former first commented softly, tilting his head after a contemplative hum before allowing a smile to cross his lips. “but, not to worry.” he chuckled when the blond looked up at him like a deer in headlights, caressing his cheek ever so gently. “y/n and i shall keep going until you get it right, won’t we, y/n?”

willing your eyes to open, you glanced between the pair before falling back against the pillow, staring unblinkingly. “i’m calling in sick tomorrow..”

notes. my bad y’all this.. required a lot of brainpower as expected</3 but i hope it’s somewhat ok! i’ve been hella swamped w moving and orientation, so i’m a bit late on releasing this for the 500 followers gift.. but yeah! tysm again for your support<3

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

absolute sucker for older bf leon (vendetta, re6, death island) tbh we need more headcanons 😭😭😭

can you write a older bf leon x shy yet clingy gf (definitely not self inserting) headcanons?, like yn is shy, doesnt talk much but tries to show love through acts of service and words of encouragement etceteceg but at the same time shes always around him, wearing his clothes, trying to copy the way he does things and such,,

nsfw or sfw up to you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

OLDER LEON YES. this is definitely death island leon idc what anyone wants to say to me.

When the two of you first meet it’s through Claire and Chris, Claire rambles on to Leon about how amazing you are and Leon can’t help but stare at you as you poke at the food on your plate. Then when Claire and Chris are screaming over the board game later that night, Leon leans over to you as he watches the two bicker.

“Crazy bond huh?”

Leon felt his heart pounding in his chest as a wide smile spreads across your beautiful face, nodding your head.

He can tell you’re hesitant too so he doesn’t push much, just talks to you about the most random things.

——

And when you guys finally do start dating, you’re always at his flat. Doing his laundry, folding all his shirts perfectly for him and ironing his dress shirts.

You do all his dishes, dust all his furniture, and by the time he comes home from the long list of meetings he had, he’s so stressed out and his head is pounding from an excruciating headache. He looks around his now extremely clean flat, smiling at the sight of you standing in the kitchen making food for him.

—-

Or when he finds out they’re trying to get him to get back in the service when all he wants to do is relax, listening to him argue with people on the phone ALL day long. He finally hangs up, looking out the window of the bedroom and there you are, right by his side. Your hands rubbing his arms as you try and calm him down.

“It’s going to be okay, they call you because you’re the best. That’s all.”

Your words soothe him immediately, his arms wrapping around you pulling you into him tightly. His chin resting on the top of your head before he closes his eyes, kissing at your hair.

——

NSFW WARNING i’m serious don’t read if you’re uncomfy.

Even in bed Leon has always noticed how hesitant you are, how shy you are.

Like when he’s hovering over you, his hair tickling your face as his hips push into yours at a fast pace. Your hand comes up to cover your face as the moans pour from your throat but Leon’s hands are so much stronger and faster, grabbing at your wrist and laying them beside your head.

“Don’t hide from me, let me take care of you..”

Leon mumbles against your ear as his thrusts become more ragged, his pretty lips curling into a smile as he licks his bottom lip as he watches your face twist in pleasure, that familiar blush he loves so much spreading across your face

———-

Leon sitting in the living room the morning after, just watching the news, his eyes shifting to the hallway to see your feet dragging against the floor , his shirt draping over your body.

“Morning, sunshine don’t you look lovely.”

His sarcasm makes you give him a dirty look as you run your fingers through your hair trying to comb it out. Leon’s eyebrows raise as he watches you start brewing coffee for yourself, since when did you drink coffee? Even more shock spreads across his face as you just drink the coffee- black. Just like he does.

“Anything you can do, I can do better.”

You mumble tiredly as you eye him from the kitchen, taking another sip of the coffee.

“Yeah apparently even my attitude too.”

He chuckles, a soft scoff leaving his lips as he changes the channel of the TV.

[onlinedolly]

MY SISTER VI

au where you’re vis pretty little sister and she’s a fighter in the undercity to make ends meet >/<

cw: incest, shower sex, reader getting fingered and eaten out, spitting, overstim, errreerm i think that’s it

an: just like always i write dark/dead dove content. please be aware of my cw and don’t read if it makes you uncomfy. and MDNI! also not proof read (sry not sry)

you’d been here plenty of times before, patching vi up in the small apartment you two shared. she winched as you placed the rag against her skin and you simply pressed harder against her, angry she was even coming home this late with these kind of bruises.

“easy, kid, god.” vi winches out, as she reaches down and grabs your wrist between her bigger calloused hand.

“‘m not a kid,” you spoke defensively, cleaning around an area that had fresh blood on it, “and it wouldn’t hurt so much if you didn’t get yourself in these situations.” you spoke bluntly at her, wrapping the bandage around the place on her stomach.

“i know i know,” she brushes off your comments, patting your head as you finish up, “but if i don’t fight how do we eat hm, baby sister?” she got you there. but still, there had to be an easier way to make money. vi didn’t like you working, after losing your parents and your sister vi didn’t like you doing much of anything, not when you’re all she had left.

after she was all bandaged she pulled her shirt down, leaning against the front of the couch on the floor spread out. she holds her arms open our wide for you, waiting expectantly.

“c’mere baby,” she spoke, gesturing for you, “missed you so much tonight.”

you smile softly, never able to stay mad at vi for too long, before you crawl into her arms. you were in a shirt of hers, long and oversized on you as you cuddled up against her frame. she smelled like sweat and flowers as you breathed her in.

“you stink,” you tease out, causing her to gasp and push you, laughing.

“yeah?” she laughed softly, nosing into your neck, “maybe you should help me get cleaned up, hm?” she whispered, placing a small kiss to your collar bone.

vi and your relationship would be described as anything but normal, you’d always been close, losing the people you cared about at a young age, leaving vi to the parenting. and parenting she did; no friends she didn’t approve of, no social media, no going into the undercity without her she was a helicopter parent if you’d ever seen one.

but that’s not what made your relationship peculiar, no. when you’d turned eighteen that’s when she started getting extremely affectionate. kisses on your neck, your head, your lips. at first it seemed innocent enough in your incredibly sheltered eyes, until she began touching. small touches at first, on your thigh, on your hip, until she worked up the courage to stick her hand under your shirt. telling you she just wanted to show you how much she loved you, really, that’s all.

it didn’t feel a lot like love when she was pinching your nipples, or coaxing an orgasm out of you with her tongue. it felt like something else entirely, something that made your stomach churn and your thighs rub together as she currently had been working kisses from behind your ear down to your collarbone.

“whadda say, hm?” she whispers, running a hand up under your shirt, “help me freshen up?”

who were you to refuse as you nod your head eagerly. before you know it she’s dragging you into the bathroom, taking her top off of you. your breasts pop out, puffy nipples hard as you feel embarrassed under her intense gaze.

“don’t be embarrassed, cupcake.” she speaks out sweetly, bringing a hand to brush it over your hard nipple, “ain’t nothing i haven’t seen before, yeah?”

you nod, face flushed as you watch her undress. she was all muscle and beaten up as she gets naked in front of you and you lean in to run your fingers down the outline of her back tattoo.

“askin��� for trouble kid,” she laughs out turning the water on. you pull your sticky panties down as she hops in, holding a hand out of you to step in.

once in the shower together you take her in fully, her body is bigger then yours, all muscle and intimidating and it made you shiver at the thought. the hot water hits your back and you grab the shampoo leaning up and pressing your breasts against her own as rub the shampoo in her hair.

showers with vi, for you two, weren’t anything out of the ordinary. vi used the excuse of lowering the water bill at first, but that was before she’d started sticking her fingers inside of you. you rinse the shampoo out of her hair, moving on to the conditioner, and if looks could kill vi would have you six feet under. she looked at you with a lust filled look, hunger filling her features as you go to rinse the conditioner out.

before you could move on to washing her body she had you pinned against the shower wall, hand on your hip as she licked her lips.

“look so pretty f’me.” she slurs out, leaning in to press more kisses to your neck. you shudder and flush as you wrap your arms around you older sister, feeling her muscles and scars under soft hands.

her hands move to your hips, gripping them hard as you whine under her touch.

“vi please,” you whine out at her, digging you manicured nails into her back.

eventually, she moves to where you need her the most, your hot and wet under touch. with a free hand vi leans over and turns the water off before running a single finger up your slit making you jump in anticipation.

“be good girl and wait, kay, cupcake?” she hoarsely asks and you can tell she’s holding back just as much as she’s asking you too.

slowly she pries your thighs apart with her hand, testing the waters by pressing her thumb against your clit making you cry out.

“that’s what i like to hear baby, do it again f’me.” she presses against your clit again, and you meet her with the same reaction you did before, mewling under her touch as she begins a slow pace circling around your bud.

“oh, vi,” you moan out, nails digging into her back. she moans appreciatively, pressing harder into your bundle of nerves as her free hand comes up to pinch one of your nipples meanly. “ouch, vi, ow,” you whine out wriggling underneath her.

“shhh, it can’t hurt that bad,” she mocks, slinking her fingers from your clit to tease your tight hole. when she inserts a finger you almost slip from the sensation you feel, jumping against her as she sinks herself inside. one finger at first, enough to work you up good, leave you a moaning mess as you bite into her neck so you don’t alert the neighbors.

she groans, slotting another finger next to her first, stretching you out deliciously as she begins a steady pace of in and out. you want to scream out, and you almost do, if it weren’t for the way vi has her free hand pushing your head into her neck muffling you. she picks the pace up as she feels you tighten around her fingers, fucking you rough and fast. you’re a panting mess at this point, biting and kissing at her neck to keep the neighbors from hearing how your big sister was fucking you.

you cum hard, twitching as she holds you up, still fucking her fingers into your tight cunt. you dig your fingers into her hair pulling, which she groans appreciatively over, pushing her lips into yours as you come undone around her.

once your orgasm dies down you hold onto her body and shiver, “thank you vi,” you whisper so sweetly and she just chuckles running her hands through your hair.

“don’t go thanking me yet baby, we ain’t even close to done.” vi laughs out, and before you know it she’s sinking to her knees.

“no vi, i can’t take anymore,” you whine, and in a feebly unsuccessful attempt you try to pull her up. but to no avail she sits on her knees and brings her face to your cunt, blowing on it and relishing in the way you shake.

“you can and you will.” she demands, leaning forward and licking a stripe from your clit to your pretty hole. you whine, the overstimulation borderline painful as you grab her hair and try to yank her away.

but the she begins, like a man starved, lapping at your cunt and circling your clit with her wet tongue. “vi i said i c-cant,” you sob out, you feel like your legs are going to give in and you’re going to collapse ontop of her (not that she’d let you). she shushes you before going back to work, licking at your pussy feverishly as she works her way down to your hole.

she kitten licks around your hole teasingly before shoving her tongue all the way in, making you mewl underneath her touch. she fucks your with her tongue, pushing it in and out, before working her way back up to your clit, kissing it a couple times before licking it over and over again.

you feel red hot under her and you can feel another orgasm working its way into your body. you’re body was exhausted from the last time you orgasmed and you attempt to push her away again, pulling on her hair as you try to rip her from your drooling cunt. “vi stop, please, i’m gunna— im gunna—“ and you do. you cum harder then you have in a while and it’s almost painful the way it sends your body convulsing. but she doesn’t let up, licking you through you orgasm until she was surely satisfied.

once you’ve finished orgasming she places a small kiss against your clit making you twitch and works her way up, kissing along the curve of your body until she makes it to your lips. vi, with two fingers, taps at your jaw and you open wide, obediently as a sting of spit leaves her mouth and goes into yours.

you can taste yourself. it’s sour and pungent on you’re tongue as you force yourself to swallow. she leans in, wrapping her big hand around your face before smiling that same smug smile you’ve seen a million times before.

“are you going to wash my body, or what, tiny thing?” she muses, handing you the loofa like she wasn’t just between your legs.

you and your sister had a peculiar relationship, not that either of you minded, but it was yours. and you loved her.

[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev.

two three

synopsis: aw, your boyfriend hates when he’s around? good.

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, toxic!toman, possessiveness, reader is sort of an enabler, implied cheating, slight angst for the partner (rip lol), open-ended, maybe a little unrealistic?? i think that’s it.

notes: there's just something about them knowing they're the shit & and can't nobody check them for it <333 i don't condone making your partner jealous/uncomfy in real life...but i be kicking my feet when it's in tokyorev lol hope you enjoy!

tagged: @fantasycantasy ( if you'd also like to be tagged in future works, feel free to join my taglist <333)

"Be nice." Famous last words spoken to your boyfriend before you went to greet MIKEY upon his arrival. You were having a little kickback at your place, and it only made sense that your closest friend got to be there as well, despite how they felt about one another.

It went well…for about five minutes.

Now, you stood between them as tensions arose, hands on your boyfriend’s chest to keep him pushed back while Mikey had no issue with fueling the fire, practically daring the bastard to swing first. It didn’t help that they’d drawn in a crowd, drunk instigators no doubt praying for a bloody brawl to liven up the once chill atmosphere. You don’t even know who started it, but you had a pretty good idea who was gonna finish it if things didn’t get under control.

“Aki, please, you promised you wouldn’t do this…”

“I didn't even do anything, he’s the one with the shitty attitude! Knew you shouldn't have invited him in the first place. And I'm sick of you always defending him, what exactly is this guy to you, [______]?"

Mikey kissed his teeth. “Such a nag. Can’t believe they have to fuck you-”

“Manjiro.” You hissed, sending him a warning glance.

He merely grinned, head tilted as he shamelessly cooed, “Yeah, angel?”

“The fuck you call them?” Aki pressed, taking a step closer. You planted your feet, preventing him from going any further. “Say it again, see what happens.”

Mikey shrugged, “Okay.” Leaning forward off the wall, he gently nudged your chin with his index finger, making you look directly in his eyes. “Yeah, angel?”

“You son of a—” Aki raised his fist, ready to swing; just what Mikey was hoping for. But, you were quick you latch onto the winding arm. No doubt he’d miss, then you’d have to explain why there’s a sandal-print on his face when he wakes up.

“He’s just kidding! Mikey has a, uh, crude sense of humor, always saying what’s on his mind at the wrong times. Never a dull moment.” You chuckled, nervously. “He didn’t mean anything by it…right?”

Sending him a pleading glance, Mikey remained unphased. The dark-haired gang leader eyed your boyfriend for a good, long minute. His dead eyes made the guy feel unsettled, especially since Mikey tended not to blink for periods of time. There were so many things he wanted to say at that moment, so many late night visits Aki knew nothing about—But, there’ll be plenty of opportunities for that later. He’ll play it cool. For now.

Mikey’s stare never wavered as his posture remained relaxed, his aura alone stunning the whole room to silence. The bystanders watched with bated breath. When the pools of obsidian refocused on you, he gave a reassuring wink. Aki didn’t take too kindly to that, stepping backward and taking you with him. The delinquent scoffed, but bit his tongue; he may have won the battle. But there's always the war.

With clenched teeth and a hollow smile, Mikey replied with a simple, “‘Course not. We’re all just friends here.”

Unbothered would be an understatement when describing how DRAKEN felt knowing how negatively your boyfriend felt toward him. Frankly, all he needed was a reason, and he'd happily knock the guy straight out of his shoes. But, for your sake, he remained...cordial.

He also pretended not to hear your little argument in the next room, feet propped up on the coffee table with his arms draped behind the couch, wearing an all too complacent grin knowing he was the subject matter. Again.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot!?" Your boyfriend exclaimed, frustrated. Draken couldn't help but snort, wanting so badly to answer the question for you with a fat yes. "I've seen the way he looks at you, we’ve all seen it, so don’t act like I’m the one with the problem!"

“Takeru, just calm down, there’s nothing going on between us-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” The sound of something shattering, followed by your shriek, made the mechanic perk up in mild alarm; amusement no longer painted his face.

Alright, he thought. Here comes that reason.

It only took him a few strides to get to your bedroom door, nearly splitting the wood in two after he kicked it in. Startling the both of you, Draken’s first priority was to check on your well-being, scanning your person for any visible injury. Luckily, you just appeared to be shaken up a little. Once he was certain, the former blonde directed a hard look toward Takeru, then down at the lamp he just broke. Draken worked his jaw—He gifted you that lamp.

“Kenny…” you said, cautiously. You could sense his impending rage from mere inches away, and you knew your boyfriend would only keep poking the bear. And you’d be correct. “I-It was an accident. Things just got a little out of hand, that’s all-”

“The hell you still doing here, baldy? Thought I told you to-”

Draken chuckled, menacingly. Your partner fell silent, wondering what was so funny, while you just closed your eyes in defeat; you knew that sound meant nothing good. His gunmetal eyes leered down at the pitiful man, cracking his neck before he calmly spoke.

“So we’re just breakin’ shit now, huh. Alright. My fucking turn.”

“I thought you said you'd quit hanging out with him, [_____]! He’s nothing but trouble, have you forgotten he set my roommate’s car on fire?!”

“Tsk. He had it comin’.” Was BAJI’s response, digging through your snack cabinet for a bag of chips. Once he found them, he opened them and began munching away, a bored expression on his face. “Bastard almost ran over Patches, driving around like an asshole. But, he hangs out with you all day, so guess that checks out.”

Referring to one of the building’s stray cats that come around from time to time, you couldn’t help but snort, but you knew he was dead serious—Man doesn’t play about his furry friends.

“Who gives a shit about some stupid-?!” You quickly covered your boyfriend’s mouth before he said anything he’d regret. He wasn’t too pleased, but at least he’d get to keep his teeth.

You exhaled, then directed a frown at the ravenette. “Honestly, I wish you two would try to get along. I think you’d find that you really aren’t so different once you got to know one another.”

“Me? Getting to know that? Fat chance.”

Glaring, your boyfriend ripped away your hand. "Oh, like you're so easy to swallow?"

"Hm, your s/o thinks so."

"Keisuke!"

“The fuck’s that suppose to mean, gutter-trash?” Your boyfriend seethed, turning to you instantly and expecting an explanation. Your eyes were wide, and you waved your hands rapidly to deny the implication. “[_____], what is he talking about?!”

“N-Nothing! God, you always let him get under your skin so easily, Makoto. He’s just being a dick, that’s all…”

Your boyfriend didn’t look convinced in the slightest, brows tight with an upturned lip as he huffed in anger. You shrunk beneath his gaze, stuck without any bandaid words to fix it. Luckily, since Baji was in such a good mood, he decided to relent—It’s no fun when you’re the one suffering the consequences of his crassness. Finishing up the last of the chips, the arsonist crumpled up the bag and tossed it at dude’s face.

“Wha-!”

“Yeah, hot shot, don’t get your panties inna twist. I’m just messin’ with you. We cool?” Baji threw up a fist, fangs on display as he gave an unhinged grin. Makato flinched, but tried to play it off. With hesitancy, your boyfriend eyed the fist with contempt.

“Fuck you. And that ugly-ass cat.”

Probably wasn’t the best thing to say with a fist inches away from his face. Makoto might’ve hesitated; Baji didn’t. So much for getting to keep his teeth.

“You’re a freaking angel, thank you so much for doing this,” MITSUYA gushed, arms snaking around your middle in a warm hug the moment you stepped into the studio. Did he place his hands a little lower than necessary? Maybe.

You chuckled, returning the hug. “Y’know I’d never say no to a free meal."

He had called you for a favor to model a few of his latest designs, needing to make adjustments accordingly before presenting them at the end of the week. His usual canceled on him last minute, putting him in a really tight spot, and you just so happened to be the same size. By offering to buy you dinner for your troubles afterward, it was a win-win for everyone.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, saw right through Mitsuya. Which was why he so eagerly volunteered to tag along. The lavender-haired designer eyed the guy from over your shoulder, disinterested. "Oh. Didn't know you were bringing him."

"Got a problem with that, Mitsy?"

"Hey now, no bickering you two.” You playfully warned, pulling back from the hug. You fixed Mitsuya an apologetic smile. “I hope it's not too much trouble that he’s here, though. I always tell him how fantastic your designs are, so I guess he wanted to see them for himself. Isn’t that right, Haji?”

Said third-wheel grinned sharply, arms crossed as he sarcastically replied, “Oh, yeah. Can’t wait to watch ya. Very closely.”

Mitsuya deadpanned. But, his brow lessened in weight at the feeling of you tugging on his shirt, pouting at him as your eyes practically dazzled him into compliance. “Please, can he stay?"

It didn't take much for him to cave. Whether you’re aware of it or not, you had the delinquent wrapped around your finger. He sighed, then reluctantly agreed. It’s worth seeing the bright smile on your face, and especially worth the look on Hajime's when you wrapped your arms back around him in gratitude. "Thanks, Taka!"

Mitsuya didn't bother masking the smug grin he shot at your boyfriend, watching him struggle to hold his temper. "Anything for you. But, I’m not paying for his meal."

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[twrk11]

hello ,, hehe ,, i just came across ur acc and i love how you write for towa ,, is it okay if i ask for nsfw headcanons for taiga fico leo sho ren haku and jin (am more hoping for taiga leo haku and ren if you only write a specific amount of chars) , where mc is like real submissive for them in front of others, but in closed doors mc is dom hevfhbenfbeneb (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ feel free to ignore if it makes u uncomfy 🩷

NSFW Tokyo Debunker Headcanons & short fic | 18+

Characters : Taiga, Leo, Ren, Haku

Hello anon!! Glad you’re here ☺️!! Thanks so much for liking the Towa fic, I feel honored! I really did like this idea, I hope I fulfilled it the way you wanted!! This is personally my first time ever doing an ask so thank you for this!

I originally was going to do all the ones you mentioned but.. I ended up having too much fun. Took me a while to write all that I wanted! Perhaps i’ll revisit and do the other three?

(Apologies if some are longer than others! ~ 😢)

Content : All is of course consensual! No mention of readers gender, Smut, mentions of oral, riding, pegging, sex, begging, mention of a collar, brat, sub!characters, dom!reader, punishment, humiliation, bondage

words: 1415

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Taiga

-Definitely confused him the first time !

-You were so cute sitting on his lap at the poker table.. How did he end up fucked out of his mind?

-You were such a good submissive kitty.. He couldn’t help but think about pounding you until you were sobbing on how good it felt.

-He wants you to do it more though. He loves seeing you bounce on his cock. You’re so.. Eager,

-Don’t tease him, he will be angry and give you the nastiest glare he can muster (If he’s not fucked out)

-Grunts for sure, might be able to squeeze a whimper out every so often.

-If you don’t restrain him, he will claw and scratch at you.

-.. put a collar on him. Might piss him off but he’d also make such a cute kitty~!

-don’t get too close to his mouth, he might bite. He’s feisty.

“Gghh-“ He’d grunt, his brows furrowed. He’d jerk his hands, god those handcuffs pissed him off to no end. He’d glare at you, purposefully trying to rut his hips up into you harshly. He wanted to be in control! God- but when you slapped him when he did so.. he couldn’t lie, his cock twitched and throbbed. He wouldn’t warn you if he was about to cum, I’m .. quite frankly not so sure he could. But he certainly has tell tale signs!

“Mh~” A small whimper escaped his throat. Oh he might burst-!

“Go on.. you can cum~” you’d coo, gently running your hands on his chest.

He’d erupt immediately, his eyes shut as he couldn’t help the whines. His hands would shake, then he’d open his eyes, too dazed to even think.

Leo

-You were submissive in public—! It was perfect for his social media!!

-When you showed up in his videos and acted the way you did- you were so cute..

-It had helped fuel any of his fans desires at the thought of Leo being dominant. Really brought in the views!

-… how did he end up eating you out/sucking your dick with you calling him a good boy?

-either way.. he’s a brat. So fucking annoying

-He’d threaten to blackmail you.

-watch out, he miiiight try to spit on you.

-Just show him his place, might take a bit but he will eventually be broken down and a sobby mess for you~!

-He’d be so good at begging, and he loves to, even if he doesn’t wanna admit it

-He loves being restrained, please do so.. He wants to feel helpless.

-He’s loud.. like.. really.. really loud.. Moaning, whining, whimpering.

-He’d try to be quiet but eventually he can’t contain it—! You might have to help shut him up if he’s too loud..? Or you could let him be.. it’d humiliate him with how loud he is.

-Oh.. he’d hate to admit he loves being humiliated.

-Ride him, peg him/fuck him, he honestly loves it all, anything to get him a mess.

“F-Fuck-! M-Mmh~” He sobbed, he tried to not jerk his hips. Aahh.. but he couldn’t help it-! It felt like he had no control- over the situation or his body. Who would’ve thought you’d make him the pillow princess?

“I-Im gonna cum~!” He cried, he came immediately as soon as the words fell from his mouth.

.. Did you allow him to cum..? I don’t recall you ever did..? Don’t forget to punish him— Otherwise he will think he can do whatever he wants!

Ren

-He honestly quite liked how submissive you were in public. It made you so easy to tease and .. he’s mean.

-He got a real kick out of making fun of you!

-You were so agreeable and did whatever he asked, download a game and enter the referral code? You did it in a heartbeat! You were so eager to please!!

-.. Now he has to beg.. Fuck- he didn’t want to do that. That’s.. humiliating.

-Expect back talk. He’s definitely a brat.

-.. He will end up begging. And eventually he will be no stranger to it. The words really just can’t seem to help themselves other than to tumble out of his mouth.

-Oh he’s a whiner. He whimpers sooooo good.

-Please don’t restrain him— He NEEDS to grab onto something to keep him grounded.

-Whether that’s you or the sheets doesn’t matter he needs something, anything.

-(though I do believe he wouldn’t like touching much during sex just based on how he acts- I do think he has certain times and parts of the body he’s happy to have contact with. Does that make sense?)

-He definitely is a crier, it feels just too good.. he can’t help it.

“Fuck no! I’m not begging for you-“ .. Or so, that’s what he claimed. Slap him around a bit, toy a bit with his nipples. Oh, of course his nipples are sensitive. He’d shiver- it felt so so good-

“Why’d you stop..?” His voice was out of breath. His cock was so tight against his pants, this is not fair- Why were you playing games right now?

“Beg. You want more?” You’d demand, but would be met with a scoff. Didn’t he already tell you he’s not doing that? Who even put you in char- his cheek stung. His nipples hardened, as he felt his cock dribble out precum. No way he just got turned on from you slapping him— right? .. Tease his nipples a bit more, punish him until he finally begs. He’ll eventually learn that begging can get him everywhere!

“P-please~ C-cum-“ He can barely speak, just hiccup and sob words out, with his hands moving between gripping the sheets and your waist. His tears slowly slide down his cheeks- he’s so needy.. and once given permission he really can’t hold back anymore.

“Mm-mh~! M-MC-!” He sobbed your name as he came- his voice cracking.

Haku

-Oh you were just adorable when you reacted to his flirting.

-He really loved to tease you! He couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in bed.

-He was so forward, and you were shy, obviously flustered easily. How could you not be submissive?

-.. Well.

-He was sorely mistaken, hm?

-He couldn’t help but love the view of you riding/fucking/pegging him, but goodness, his neck throbbed with all the times you bit him—!!

-He moans for sure, he’s quite loud too. Grunts and whines every now and then.

-He’d still tease you, he can’t help but be oh so forward with you.

-If he’s fucked out, he can’t help but look at you with a dazed expression- mumbling out how much he wants more.

-He’d LOVE to run his hands all over your body, he wants to connect with you in whatever way he can.

-He really wishes he could ravage you- you’d be so so cute.. Ah but your expression now.. He can’t deny how it makes his dick throb and ooze out pre-cum.

-He’s well behaved! But he will for sure be a bit of a brat. He can’t let you have it too easy can he? Though.. he’d happily do whatever you want, he just wants to satisfy you!

-He’s a massive slut, please make him cum over and over again. He doesn’t care if he’s overstimulated, he needs more. He’s insatiable.

-Loves praise! He craves knowing if he’s a good boy.

-Can’t help but love degradation as well, makes him feel so dirty. He really just wants to be your bitch.

“O-oh fuck— MC-“ He moaned as his lids seemed to flutter shut. You rolled your hips, just the way he liked. He let his hands roam over your body, gently caressing it .

“Please go faster baby- Mmh~” He slightly whined. He wanted you to use him- if it made you happy please do so. He really truly just wanted to be your whore.

“Yeah? Like that? Such a slut, begging for more. Mm- You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered in his ear as you sped up, causing him to shiver and his cock twitch. When your hand wrapped around his neck and gently applied pressure, mixed with the soreness of all the hickeys littering his skin, he couldn’t help cum.

“F-fuck~! MC-! D-don’t stop please—“ He cried out- he needed more. Just truly drain him dry, he’d cum for you as much as you like.

[elsweetheart]

ok hi same anon and i agree, i’m not a stone but i love stone identities so much! also can i pls get some nsfw hcs of stone ellie helping her gf de-stress during exam season :))))

stone tops are the backbone of our society i salute them i also giggle and kick my feet for them🫡

combining this request with this one:

your dealer!ellie au is so so so so good !!! her talking about how pretty you are with pretty pink eyes… im literally barking rn pls do a part 2 (maybe with some smut cause im down bad) if you have the chance !!! <3 xoxoxox

it’s dealer!ellie i hope you don’t mind! gotta love our stone stoner 🤭

brief daddy kink mention + obvious usage of weed so skip if that makes u uncomfy. fem reader !

herbal therapy — dealer!ellie

🎀 smut !! reader calls ellie daddy, drugs are involved, mentions of stress

• it had been a long week, you had literally been living in the library with your head buried in your books and laptop preparing for your exams. pressure was being applied from everywhere in your life, and before you reached your breaking point you decided to grant yourself a day to relax.

• well, you don’t exactly decide — you can’t concentrate on your work because you started crying due to the stress, and in that moment you just needed your girlfriend to make it all go away.

• so, you show up to her dorm with your bag and a downturned pout, tears welling in your eyes. her brows furrowed when she saw how done you looked and slowly pulled you into her arms, eyes flickering over you. “oh! hey! you’re crying!” she whispered, eyes wide and face worried.

• she pulled you into her room and shut the door, bringing you over to her bed and sitting down, pulling you onto her lap. “talk to me, what happened?” she was sure to speak gently not knowing how fragile you were feeling. you sniffled loudly, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands. “s’just too much. need a night away from it all. wanted to be with you.” you tell her dejectedly and she nods in understanding, squeezing you close and resting her chin on your shoulder. “I’m yours all night, you’ll be alright.” she comfort, kissing your cheek.

• she orders you both a pizza, and god she’s just being so fucking gentle with you it makes you wanna cry everytime you look at her. she even holds you whilst you eat your pizza, her leaning her back to the wall with you laying with your back to her chest, sat up so you can eat. she doesn’t expect you to reply to her too much, but she’ll talk to you quietly in your ear about the movie you’re watching or something that happened to her earlier. her voice is so comforting it soothes you enough for your stress to start melting away a little.

• “you wanna get a little high? might help you relax a little, babe.” she all but whispers in your ear after your food had gone down, the movie on the screen illuminating the room. you turn your face to her, running your eyes over her freckles, her eyebrow scar, her pretty green eyes. it takes you a moment to respond because you’re so mesmerised by her, finally getting out a weak “mhm.” which makes her smile like she’s proud of you, pressing a kiss to your slightly parted lips.

• she prepares it all for you, letting you get the first hit like she always does. the two of you had figured out what your limit was, and honestly the two of you rarely smoked together because she was constantly telling you it was bad for you etc — but times like this did call for a little herbal therapy. you smoked your usual amount until your eyes were all pink and hazy just how she liked it and you felt fuzzy and warm on the inside. she finished off the rest easily, her tolerance way higher.

• she leans back on the bed and you lay down with her, practically trying to climb into her clothes with how close you wanted to be. “wish you could shrink me down so i could be in your pocket all day n’you could take me everywhere.” you hum into her and she chuckles low in her chest, palms flattening against your back as she rubs up and down. “i wouldn’t put you in my pocket, come on now. i’d obviously have you sit on my shoulder like a little parrot. s’way cooler.” she theorises and you pull back, nodding with doe eyes and a serious expression which makes her laugh even more at you taking her answer to heart. “you’re so cute. my cute little lady.” she cups your cheeks with a funny voice making you giggle before she presses her lips to your puckered one’s. you melt into the kiss and it deepens naturally, her hand pushing your lower back to arch you gently into her. you take it one step further, hooking your leg over her thigh and her hands roam lower, squeezing your ass as she slips her tongue into your mouth. you whimper, the weed having you so sensitive to touch that everything felt amazing and you’d barely even started making out. you felt the warmth and wetness begin to spread in your panties and if you weren’t high you might’ve been ashamed over how easy it was.

• her lips attack your neck as she encourages you with her hands to grind against her thigh, causing you to whine in satisfaction at the warm friction against your clit. “mhm?” she cooes against your skin when you do, making you all the more wetter knowing exactly what you had in store. ellie was gonna look after you, just like she always does.

• deciding enough was enough, ellie gently rolled you onto your back— pushing herself up onto her knees as her eyes ran over your heaving figure for a second. “y’wanna take these off for me?” she pat your pants lightly, leaning over to her bedside table to drink out of her water bottle before cupping the back of your neck to sit you up a little and holding it to your lips, pausing you in your undressing. “good girl.” she praised casually, eyes on your wet lips. as she did up the cap of the bottle you were quick to pull off your pants, grabbing at her tshirt to pull her back to you. as you did this, you caught the ghost of a smirk at your desperation on her face before she kissed you again, holding herself up over you.

• her larger hand crept down you, before nudging your thighs a little wider and cupping you through your panties. you gasp at this, and she chuckles at your reaction, digging her fingers in slightly. “ellie…” you whisper against her lips and she pulls away to kiss your chin before dropping her head to look at what her hand was doing. her hand trailed up and brushed over your clit making your legs jerk slightly and her fingers curled around the fabric of your panties. before you could wonder what she was doing, she gently tugged them up, causing the material to bunch and rub against your sensitive button.

• “mm—mgh, o’mygod” you whimpered, not being able to do anything but pant for a moment. she was looking back up at you now, watching your reaction and she let the smirk grace her face once more, continuing to tug. “y’like that?” she mutters, almost slightly taken aback and you nod, swallowing down a thick gulp. “so sensitive.” she commented teasingly even quieter than before, beginning to pull your underwear off completely unable to wait any longer.

• she pushed herself off you so she could ease her way down the bed, coming face to face with your cunt. you went to close your legs, but she gently eased them open— taking your hand that covered your modesty and running her thumb along the backs of your knuckles looking up at you. “s’just me.” she cooed and your heart fluttered, nodding as if hypnotised. “just you.” you repeat in a broken whisper before her eyes are on your pussy again, thumbs coming even side of the lips to spread them apart. she was high, so naturally she was entranced by how pretty it was taking a moment to admire you as she dragged a finger through your soaked slit.

• “please.” you eventually pouted and she snapped out of it, dragging a thumb up to your clit making you moan. dipping her head down she began leaving wet kisses on your thighs, pleased hums leaving her when the sensation of this would cause you to spread your legs for her even wider trying to urge her face closer to your heat. “m’gonna take care of you. gonna take care of you so well, pretty girl.” she promised against your warm skin and you mewled, hands curling into the sheets beneath you.

• ellie pushed a finger inside your wet warmth and you melted into the sheets, for once not making sound. your eyes were screwed shut and you were holding your breath without realising, trying to focus solely on the feeling of her finger being gripped by your walls. her finger didn’t move, and you were pulled out of it when she looked up at you with a gentle yet stern expression, hazy eyes focused in one yours. “breathe.” her hand stroked your thigh lovingly and you released a shaky breath. she began moving her finger again, working you open before adding another and curling them up against your gummy spot.

• your back arched off the bed and she took that as the perfect opportunity to wrap an arm around your thigh and pull you closer until her hot mouth was on your slit, licking up any juices that had leaked from you. the substances inside you heightened the euphoria of this, tears welling in your eyes as she mouthed at you hungrily.

• you didn’t know how much time had passed, it all had blurred into one as ellie made you cum over and over. during the last orgasm she drew out of you, her hand dragged up to your tummy feeling the way it spasmed and clenched and remained tense after you had hit your peak. something in you was still holding onto that stress whether you realised it or not.

• she pushed herself up rather abruptly, and your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you, taking in all of your features analytically like she was going to draw a picture of you. your brow was still slightly tense, your jaw too. you pressed your lips together swallowing, just waiting for her next move — because ellie always knew what to do, ellie always knew how to make it better. you still looked hungry, and she realised you needed more. “you need to get fucked.” she told you so casually like it was an obvious realisation and you inhaled through your mouth, head dizzy with just how serious she was. you couldn’t help a whine slip out your mouth as your teary eyes gazed into hers, still convinced that you were too sensitive from the orgasms you’d already received. “i know, baby.” she whispered, cupping your face as if she’d read your mind. “my girl is still all tense. y’just need a little bit of dick to let go of it all don’t you?” she cooed so gently that you felt a tear roll down the side of your cheek and onto the pillow beside you. she swiped it away with her thumb, lips still glistening from you and nodded, a pout on her own face. “yeah. need me to make it all better.” she kissed you, and your breath caught in your throat when you tasted yourself. ellie had a way of making your head get so fucked, to the point where all you knew was her. she didn’t even have to try to take charge you just naturally… gave it all to her.

• you don’t remember her getting up, you just knew she was just suddenly lazily clipping her strap on onto her harness, not bothering to remove her sweats underneath. your senses were alive and practically vibrating within you when she swiped the plastic tip along through your folds, sighing like she could feel it herself. “els, want it—please.” you heard yourself say and she didn’t keep you waiting, pushing it in slow to the hilt and holding it there, kissing you through the stretch.

• “need you to relax for me. big breath in, okay? do it with me.” she whispered and you blindly followed her. the two of you, faces close, eyes locked just breathing together. your high felt elevated, and in that moment you thought the two of you might just become one person. she seemed to give in, latching her lips to yours and sucking on your bottom lip, both hands cradling your neck like she couldn’t get enough. “you gonna let me take care of that pretty pussy?” she breathed into your mouth and you were whimpering out desperate ‘yes!’s before you could even stop to think. ellie was fucking you, slow and deep and you were crying because there was truly nothing better in the world than her giving you exactly what you needed in that moment.

• lost in the moment, she pushed your knees up to your chest and your mouth fell open as she hit your spot which spurred her on to grind her strap into you with even more energy. “‘taking me so well. look at that. look how good you’re taking it. fuck me.” she cursed, gently wrapping her hand round your chin to make you look down at the soaked plastic disappearing in and out of you.

• “mm—hmhph daddy!” you sniffled and she was suddenly kissing you again so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of you. you didn’t mean to say it, but nothing ever seemed totally off the table with ellie as she just wanted to make you feel good — she knew being ‘daddy’ was what you needed, and boy did it sound pretty coming from your swollen lips. “mhm. i’m daddy. cum for me m’right here. keep takin’ it for daddy.” she groaned against your lips, doing everything in her power to get you there. she knew snaking a hand between you and letting you hump your abused clit against it would seal the deal and it did— your ears ringing as you tumbled over your last peak. somewhere in the back of your mind you thought about the students living on the other sides of ellie’s dorm walls hearing all of this but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she talked you through cumming. “good girl, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

• ellie got what she wanted too, a completely relaxed and limp girlfriend. it’s almost like she could see the previous, remaining stress float away from your body like steam and she smiled, catching her breath. she slowly pulled out, glancing at the mess you’d made of her strap and the blanket beneath you. “messy girl.” she tutted lightheartedly with a grin on her face and you reached weakly for her, using the rest of your energy to do so. “gotta clean you up, babe.” she reminded you but you pouted, so naturally she was crawling back over you and pulling you into her chest to cuddle. “inna bit.” you slurred, seeming drunk and fucked out which filled her with endless pride.

• she kissed the top of your head, resting her chin on it as you enjoyed the sleepy silence before she spoke. “‘that help you at all?” she knew the answer, hell— she was feeling smug as ever, but she needed verbal confirmation. she needed to hear you say it. “mhm. needed it bad n’i didn’t even know. but you always know.” you were muffled in her tshirt, practically asleep at this point.

• it was true. ellie always knows. ellie always makes it better.

• her lips attacked your neck as she pulled you to grind lazily on her thigh and you let out another shaky moan, causing her to hum an encouraging “mhm?” against you, turning you on even more. her hands were warm when they pushed up your shirt to squeeze at your tits, your moans only getting more lustful.

• deciding enough was enough she gently rolled you onto your back, pushing herself up on her knees.

• she orders you food, your favourite kind - and the two of you curl up and watch a movie, ellie doing her best to

[kusakiguzen]

Bts x Reader (8th member)

A/N: Okay hear my tf out. I abolish one of my rules of not writing about human people, I hate being hypocrete hence i'm getting rid of this rule, in which i say i don't write about people (still a lil uncomfy but this fic has been on my mind and it is hindering my writing of other fics). Just sit back and enjoy this bullshit since i haven't read anything like this. One of the scenes were inspired by song like "My R" English version. And other songs too.

Warnings: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, copying,etc idk. I do not condone the behavior done by the reader in this fic. There are events that did happen in real life. If you feel like the doing the shit that the reader did, please contact help as its not healthy. This is mostly fiction and a fragment of my imagination.

You were a normal person, going through a tough time. Depression and stress taking its toll, You took up selfharm, scars littering all over your arms and stomach. Pressure from parents about their expectation getting heavier and heavier.

But then you heard them.... Their song for the first time. BTS or 방탄소년단; RR: Bangtan Sonyeondan. Their heavenly voice, their goofiness was your comfort in those dark times, you even stopped cutting your self because Namjoon (RM) said he'd shave the eyebrows of people who don't take care of themselves ( and if you don't study, Listen to him people), Laugh with them and be goofy while watching Run BTS, Eat with Jin while watching EatJin. They saved you, helped you, behind the screen, even without meeting them in person. They were you saviors. You even learnt Korean, so you can understand and learn their songs, all 230 of them.

You hated when people judged them for smallest of things, unnessecary hate they got, stupid rumors.... Everything like that. You wished you could protect them like they did to you. But you couldn't.... Its fine All of you and Army together can. So it was fine. They were your escape, Escape form reality and this world.

But you can't escape reality forever. It always catches up, it haunts you. And soon even they couldn't save you from you attempting to take your life. But I guess they did save you by going live when you planed to end yourself. But good things never last. On a particular day, it was too exhausting, you felt numb, lifeless, like a shell with no purpose. While on the end of the side walk, waiting for the light to turn red ( for the cars?) You were picking a song to listen to, you started walking, didn't see the truck coming.

You saw two headlights coming closer by the seconds, your fingers clicked on a song, just before the impact, You heard the lyrics of "I NEED U" and the only thought in your mind was

"Ah shit, I'm gonna die without even going to their concert..... haaaahhh"

And you saw black, and were welcomed by nothingness.

You were in there for what felt like hours, before being welcomed with bright light and the smell of sanitizer and disinfectents. Hissing, you opened your eyes and saw the white ceiling of the hospital, and two people on each sides who noticed your conciousness.

They were calling your name, asking if you were okay, the only problem was

They were speaking Korean

Words came out of your mouth instinctively. Matching the language of the two strangers,

"Who are you?"

Yo were terrified, did you get kidnaped while being unconscious? or is you brain playing tricks since the last thing you heard was Korean?

You saw doctors panic and checking every thing, But before you could say anything your head started spining and you lost consciousness again, The last thing you hear was the sound of doctors and the two strangers telling you to stay with them.

Welcomed by darkness again, but soon something started playing in front of you like a movie. You realised that it was a child's life story. A child who was lonely, isolated and extremely shy. You say the child be bullied, picked on, the two people who were with you in the hospital room dismissing the child. It stopped after you saw her get hit by a truck.

Then it stopped. And you saw the girl crying in what looked like a puddle. You went up to her and you guys talked, laughed and all in all had a fun time.

Then she said something and you again woke up in the hospital.

Please take care of my body and live like you want to in this life, for the both of us...... Don't try to avenge me, Okay Unnie*?

You woke up in the same hospital bed surrounded by the same people. But that girls words just kept spining in your head. What did she mean?

You sat up and saw your hands and dread washed over you, These were hands of a child, specifically the little girl you met the darkness.

You shouted asking for a mirror which the women beside you gve it to you....... No Fucking way, you became a child? The same child you met? Then it clicked, the words of the girl. OH MY GOD! you thought reincarnation only happed in Manhwas or Anime. So Wtf is this? did you get reincarnated in a Manhwa? Anime?

You were utterly shocked, absolutely baffeled. But composed yourself immediately, and asked for the date. It was February 15th 2007. Then you asked your age and were told you were 14, go to Gwaneum Middle School. Why did that name sound so familiar to you?

You were soon discharged and taken back home in Daegu Town, Again it sounded so familiar to you but you brushed it off as it being the body's memory.

After a month your school started and you met him.......... Min Yoongi..

WTF? Huhh? how? wat?? Okay you are probably dreaming, yup this dream.

You walked up to him and introduced yourself to him, but he just looked at you nodded and left, leaving you behind before you could say anything.

'Okay that was awkward' you thought

After that day, you started to befriend him, atleast try to, but he was extremly shy and isolated. But you still stayed, sometimes buying him food to show your sencierity and help him out knowing he didn't have much .

You also wrote all the BTS songs in a diary with a lock. wrote some other songs that were your favorite in another diary, since now you know why you were here. To help and protect them like you wanted and promised. That's right you were going to work a million times harder. Yes For them.

You weren't making progress in breaking down the walls around Yoongi's had built around his heart all of these years, but you weren't going to give up. So you kept trying, and trying. Doing things like joining him for lunch, buying him food and telling him you brought too much and he can have the extra, taking the bus with him and paying for him. Helping him without hurting him.

You finally broke down the walls he created after one incident. Yoongi being shy and unconfrontational stayed out of trouble, So if he'd get bullied he would take it.

One day Yoongi was late for lunch so you went to look for him, found him in the back of school wet with milk, and the carton lying near him, being bullied. He was clutching another one refusing to let go of it. The boy was hitting and slapping Yoongi's head and laughing at him while other boys record.

You saw red, Fucking bitch try to touch your Yoongi? Your SUGA? The kind hearted boy? You started voice recording and approaching them. With a sickly sweet voice you told them to leave Yoongi alone and asked him to come behind you. The boys whose name you didn't even try to get to know started insulting you and calling you names. Going as far as grabbing your shirt and ripping off some buttons. You screamed on purpose and started to "cry" and then the boys stopped recording, Bingo. You sneakily stopped recording yourself and then got up and said

"You Got 5 seconds to apologize."

5....

4...

they started laughing and mocking you

3..

Yoongi telling you to get away from there

2......

the boys again try to touch your chest but....

1.....

Lets just say they will never think of even looking in your direction after that.

You were called to the principal's office for that, and Yoongi wanted to accompany you to testify but you told him its fine and left alone. He never felt so powerless in his whole life. If you didn't know how to fight, who knows what would have happened.

You stood in front of the principal's office and pretended to cry. You guess all the extra curriculars your paents made you take did come in handy. You entered with puffy bloodshot eyes, red nose and cheek. Right of the bat the parents of the boys started accusing you and calling you a bitch and other derogatory names. You calmly told them that what you did was self defence. Again it went right over the parents head and now they were calling you a liar. Okay they refuse to settle this normally, you pulled out the recording from you phone, and placed it in front of them, playing it. They obviously were taken aback but composed themselves, It was the the principal's turn. He started to berate you, and took the recording and broke it.

Okay, so they chose the hard way, hhhaaaaaahhh you hoped they wouldn't be like this but it has to be done.

You fake pouted, looking at them. Looking back at the broken record and just started laughing.... Hard like a mad man. Then said...

"I guess it was real, what they show in all the k-drama. So I have to take revenge like how they do in them... Pity i was hoping to settle this peacefully."

Then you played something else.... The video of them bullying Yoongi.

How do you think your company will fare when they find out about this and the things you said right now? Hmm?

Taking out the recorder that you had kept ON for proof.

You smiled as you saw all their face turn pale. They started begging you, apologizing, While on their knees. Ahhhhh this feels good. You got up and tried to leave, when they asked if you'd forgive them. You looked back and smiled saying...

"Apologize to Yoongi like that and maybe I'll consider it, ne~~"

They did, They apologized to him on their knees making Him extreemly surprised. This is when Yoongi and you became close. After school that day, he grabbed your sleeve gently while you guys were walking to the bus station, you turned around and he was holding the same banana milk carton. He looked at you and then offered you the milk, catching you by surprise. He then said how you mentioned you liked banana milk but kept forgetting to buy it, so he bought one for you. You gently took it from his hand and started drinking it, you said it was the best thing you had tasted/drunk in a while, while a blush coated your face.

Your relationship changed and you both became inseparable, he became more expressive and talkative with you too. This lasted till Yoongi got a girlfriend. She was a sweet girl from your class whom you both befriended, when they announced that they were dating, everything changed. You often found yourself alone while they went on awkward dates, and the girl did tell you to keep a boundary now that he was in a relationship. You understood where she was coming from but you wanted to maintain the friendship.

This caused an argument, and you backed off. You distanced yourself from them to the point you stopped talking to either of them. And during that time you were selected for a compitation to represent Daegu Town. You went to Seoul to compete in it, and thats where you met another member, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster, representing Ilsan. The compatition was tough and you lost by 1 point. You and Namjoon did become friends after that and kept in contact. Till the few months Yoongi was dating, you got close to Namjoon. But after a few months Yoongi's girlfriend broke up. And boom a heartbroken and rain soaked Yoongi was standing in front if your door looking absolutely heartbroken.

Without hesitation you let him in, shoved him in the shower while cleaning up the water all over the place, reheating some food for him, You had made rice and Kimchi-guk (kimchi soup) since it was raining. Yoongi came out soon as you plated the food, a towel on his neck, still with the blank face which he made when he tried to hide his emotions. You sat him own on the floor, giving him the food and taking the towel to dry his hair. He was eating quitely but then suddenly spoke up...

"She broke up with me....."

"Huh?"

"My girlfriend.... she broke up with me...."

You knew this would happen but it still hurt to see him like this, you had realised that he didn't want you to press further or feel guilty for his sake. So you just hummed and then got up to get another towel because the one you were using got too wet and wasn't absorbing the water. Just as you were about to get up, his hand grabbed yous and a soft whisper of "stay" came out of his mouth. You wanted to tell him you'll be back but as soon as you turned around you saw Yoongi barely able to hold back his tears.

The towel was long forgotten and you immediately wrapped your hands around him bringing him into a hug, sat in silence while his tears soaked your shirt and you alternating between rubbing his back and playing with his hair. After he calmed down, you showed him to you spare room and made him sleep there since he is not n the right mind to drive or even walk.

After you made sure Yoongi was asleep, you slowly crept out of the room and went into you room. Because today, you and Namjoon were going to talk on the phone. You apologised for being late and explained that your friend had an emergency, he was understanding and you guys talked for hours about music and switching to studied whenever his parents or sister entered the room. You guys had planed to meet in 2 days but you had to postpone because of Yoongi. He said he didn't mind and you scedueled it for the next weekend.

The friendship between you and Yoongi grew even more, which you didn't even know was possible. He never put you second, and tried to redeem himself for the time he lost. On the other hand you visited Namjoon every other weekend and your bond grew stronger with him as well.

Few years passed and nothing really changed much, You life remained the same. Until for your high school trip you all were going to Gwangju Metropolitan City, where you bumped into Jung Hoseok. The world is a really small place. You both apologized and went your own ways, but fate had different plans for you. You separated from you group and strayed away to an unfamiliar area, and your phone was dead, suddenly 2 creeps started questioning you and trying to get you to come with them. That's when you saw Hoseok, and feeling scared you just loudly screamed "There you are!!! I was waiting for you" jogging up to him, he was sharp enough to understand the situation. He grabbed your hand and "reprameneded" you about staying from the group. He started leading you away as your hands trembled, as soon as they were out of sight, you knees gave out, if not for him you would have fallen hard. He was extremly worried. After few minutes you regained your composure and stood up with his help, You both walked to the nearest park where he sat you down, ram to a vending machine and got you a drink.

He gave you his phone so you could call for help but you were still a little shaken up. Absentmindedly you dialed Yoongi's number and gave it to Hoseok so he could talk since she was shaken up.

On the other hand You felt pathetic, at 14 you defended Yoongi from some rich and entitled people and now your trembling because of some random stranger? The reason was because this is an unfamiliar teritory, you don't know anything about this place. You really didn't want think about what could have happened if Hoseok didn't show up.

After Hoseok was done talking to Yoongi about the situation, turned his attention towards you, Yoongi had told him that he called your teacher and asked if Hoseok could keep you company while the teacher arrived, He already planed to do that so he agreed. You teacher came, obviously very worried and took you back not before thanking Hoseok. You handed him a note that had your number telling him how it would be nice to become friends with him.

During that week of your stay there, you met up with Him almost every day. You and him became pretty close and even after you left, you both kept in contact.

A year later, Yoongi told you about how he was going to audition to become a producer, which you encouraged and also told him how you'd accompany him. So in 2010, at the ripe age of 17, he joined the Big Hit Entertainment. You also got accepted, which left you confused but you weren't complaining. You were introduced to Namjoon by Yoongi, expecting you to not know him, but was very surprised to see you give him a hug and tell him how you missed him. You also met Hoseok again, and told Yoongi about him and how you met in the high school trip, and how they both talked. This eased the tension between the members, having a common topic to talk about, YOU.

A year later, you met the younger members during their training, an extremly shy Jeon Jeong-guk, The cute Kim Taehyung. But due to the age difference you couldn't get close to them, which made you sad, but it was understandable. You also met WWH, Kim Seokjin, you didn't get along immediately but still got along fine.

Another year later you met Park Jimin. He got along with Taehyung, as expected. And soon enough another year passed and BTS was formed, with an addition, YOU, L/N Y/N. Which the Hyung line (except Jin) was happy about since they already knew you, you were their back bone, Helping in every way possible, from cooking for them to helping them practice, no matter how tired you were. You always made sure they ate and healthy.

Their first song, "No More Dream" was released. Not getting much attention, which you expected but the others were much more disappointed. But you were there this time, helping them through it all.

And you made a solo album but the twist you copied songs like Labour by Paris Paloma, Alone by Nico Collins, Favorite by Issabel Larosa, and many more. You made sure they will still get the attention in the future.

For years, they worked hard but to nothing satisfying enough to make too much profit. It caused rifts between the member and the mental and physical exhaustion taking a toll on them. You yourself were barely holding it together, with the constant arguments, them neglecting their health. You were practically holding all of them together. But you were only human, during one argument between the members, you snapped, so fucking hard that it scared all of them. Tears rolling down your face, while you voice getting Hoarse from the shouting, after you were done, you felt nothing. And words came out with nothing but a whisper...

"I can't do this anymore...."

And with that you left the apartment, with nothing. When the members recovered from the shock, you were long gone. Yoongi being your childhood friend, ran out the door trying to search for you. It was late at night hence not safe for you to be outside, especially alone. He was soon followed by the others, Shouting your name, running around the neighbourhood, Tears clouding the younger member's eyes, fearing your safety, and about your words before you left. Your words playing in everyone's mind, haunting them.

After an hour of searching with nobody being able to find you, they returned home, hoping, begging for you to come back.

On the other hand, you felt like shit, the last thing they needed was you snapping and walking out on them. You took a walk for a while (like 2-3 Hours) without realizing the time, collecting your thoughts.

Back with the BTS members, they were coming to realization, you cooked for them 3 meals every day. You were up before them and slept after making sure all of them ate and were comfortable. You made sure they get a healthy and nutritious meal 3 times a day, atleast 5-6 hours of sleep, and also made sure to clean the apartment. Fuck, for years you did so much. You held them together. But who held you together? You had their backs but who had yours? You let them unwind in your arms but where did you take out your emotions? You helped them but who helped you? Not them... not anyone... Because you never showed it, Never once... They were too busy dealing with their own emotions to notice yours....

Man they felt like shit. No wonder you left. Who could blame you? They would leave too if they were you, long before this, you held on for soo long.... You were so strong, so amazing. God they couldn't describe what they were feeling in that moment. And their tears started to fall, without them realizing it.

You obviously came back to apologize for your out burst, but met with tear filled eyes of your other members. They were apologizing, with broken voice and sobs. You were surprised and also started to apologize, hugging them, and they compalined how you were still worried about them, to which you laughed and told them its second nature to you at this point.

After that day, they started to help out more around they house, with another rule, you will sleep with one of the members (not like that you unholy little shits), cuddle so they could make sure you get enough sleep too. They soon realized how different you acted when you were calmer. Your bond grew as a team and also this also stopped them from disbanding. They also became very over protective of you. Any signs of discomfort and they were beside you. Which you were grateful for.

But nothing goes as fucking planed, like fate loves to fuck with you, Since you all shared a place means no privacy, just your luck. You had brought your diary with you, the same diary you wrote all their songs in. It was locked obviously but one unfortunate day, it was found, by none other than your Leader. You didn't have to worry about it before since you always cleaned, but things changed and the others started to help out around the house. And everyone got curious when Namjoon brought it out, there were 2 of them, one obviously filled with what looked some pages added. There was one more thing, an old carton of banana milk, Yoongi recognized it immediately and got extremely flustered. Yoongi was unfortunately able to figure out the code, how? It was his birthday 090393, As soon as he started to read it, he felt sick, and vas about to vomit, dread washing over him, it was so sick. What do you mean when you wrote that you had died and woken up in someone else's body? What the actual fuck was this. Yoongi dropped the diary and ran towards the bathroom and vomited all the contents of the lunch. One by one all of them read it, not the whole way just the few pages. But all of them realized something and they needed answers. So they waited for you to come home.

You came home ready to tell everyone to freshen up while you cooked. But the moment you entered, you saw all seven of them sitting on the couch and their lied your diary. You dropped everything you were carrying as their gaze turned towards you, trembling with a face that show how horrified you were, instinctively your hand came to cover your mouth, griping it tightly. They were just looking at you until Jungkook spoke up.

"Noona... please tell me the things in this diary is a joke" looking at you, pleading for you to agree with him, hands trembling. Jin was next to speak up

"Y/N..... answer him... Is it true?" His voice betrayed the face he was making.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE ANSWER HIM!!" Yoongi shouted at you making you and the others flinch since Yoongi never raises his voice. That moment, all eyes were on you, waiting for an answer.

Your voice was soft, they wouldn't have caught it if the room wasn't so silent.

"Yes.... Everything in it is true.... I did die and woke up in this body... I- I wanted to tell you guys but...." Your voice was trembling, you were terrified of the changes that will come in your relationship. Shocked and horrified, they just left you there in the living room, to comprehend what you just said. It hit Yoongi the hardest since he knew you for the longest.

Everything changed after that day, they started to avoid you like a plague. No matter how hard you tried, hell they wouldn't even eat the food you made.

You were getting more and more numb as the days passed, this was torture for you. You had made your life's purpose to help them, stay with them... Live for them, but they don't want you there, No reason to live... Right? You reached you breaking point when they excluded you from the song you all were working on. That day you returned home, lay on the bed till it was almost time, thinking about what could have been while waiting for the others to return. Just before the time of their return, you grabbed your phone and left the house. Tonight you were going to end your suffering along with the burden you've been carrying with you.

You didn't know they returned early. Jimin saw you leaving, and his gut had this feeling he couldn't describe it, it could be called dread but it was much worse. So he inform the other members and they understood, and then all of them started to follow you, secrately.

You were out of it while walking to a certain building. You've been watching it, observing the time people left it and when you could access it, without disturbance. You reached the building, it had about 12 story high, so death won't be instant but you could take a few minutes of pain. You took the stairs, slowly making your way up. When you reached the top, you started to walk closer to the edge, there was space on the other side of the railing. You too off your shoes, let your hair down ( if you have short hair ignore this line) and went on the other side and just sat down. Hair flowing with the cool breeze giving you moments of comfort before it was all about to end. You got up, closed your eyes while turning to the roof top, holding the bar, and leaning over the edge and then you let go. Suddenly you felt a hand hold yours, leaving you dangling over the building. You opened your eyes to see Jungkook holding your hand with all his strength while also holding the railing with the other.

He was grabbed by Namjoon, so he let go of the railing and held you using both of his arms. Hoseok also joined him to help while Jin held him. You smiled at them softly and then whispered

"I'm Sorry." And then used your feet to push yourself out of his grip, but Hoseok caught you and Jungkook didn't let go.

When they were finally able convince you and coax you , to pull yourself back up on the roof with their help, you did. And then were met by a slap by Jimin and then hugged by him, speaking incohearent words between his loud and heartbreaking sobs, soon others were also hugging you trembling but Jungkook and Hoseok stood a little far looking at their hands. After the others let go of you, you made your way to the two members standing looking at their hands. How could you be so stupid? Traumatizing a literal child because of your selfishness. Softly you called their name and they snapped out of whatever they were thinking and look at you, back at their hands. Tears now steaming down their face as they tackled you in a hug crying loudly.

After everyone clamed down, They asked you about your past life and you told them, leaving the part out where they were famous because you were scared something might happen to them if you did tell them. They were very curious, and you found that adorable. While you were reminiscing, you casually mentioned about your suicide attempts in your past life, and how they saved you then as well, Traumatizing them further.

The other members then told you that they were avoiding you because they wanted to process things and also ask about the whole back story, Yoongi apologized for yelling, telling you he wasn't angry, Just scared for you and what you went through alone. You understood their reaction, and told them it was fine. This raised even more concerns because you are acting like you didn't just try to kill yourself just a few seconds ago. This was voiced by Yoongi and you told him that you were used to dealing with mental burdens alone. Which RM interrupted and told you you aren't alone like you were in the past life. You have them, everyone nodded at that statement and you chuckled due to how cliche it sounded and how comical they looked nodding like that. That night on that roof, all the secrates you kept to yourself, all out in the open. You felt vulnerable but it wasn't necessary a bad thing.

You were happy that it was now no longer a secrete because, you can express yourself more and not act like everything was okay every time.

Its Okay Not To Be Okay. ( see what i did there?)

After that incident, they never left alone, atleast one member will accompany you, everywhere. You want to cook, let Jin join. You want to paint? Jungkook is ready with supplies. You want to produce music? Suga is waiting for ya. You wanna perfect your choreography? J-Hope and Jimin are waiting in the dance studio. You wanna nap? You can ask anyone. You want to practice your vocal? V is ready to help.

You also released a SOLO called "HEAL" which had 2 songs ' My R' and 'Miss wanna die'. which represented the sucide attempt but also a senario where "what if Jungkook wasn't able to reach you." It stared every members and their grives when it happend, it was raw with feelings. The music video replaying the events of the day with some extra touches. Like a devestating screem of Yoongi as you fell from the roof. and some more emotional stuff. It was there to serve as a reminder to you and the group of what you went through together. You also got a tattoe, a mix of a semicolan and a butterfly sybolising new begining.

Every day was the same until.... You got a call. Caller ID displaying the name "Eomma" (mom). You picked up and greeted her, she returned the greeting and then started to ask about your how your music and stuff was doing, you told her it was going great. To which she replied how happy she is and then told you how your whole family was in Seoul and they wanted to meet. You were suspicious because the last time you saw her or even spoke to her was in the hospital, when you woke up in this body. You reluctantly agreed, She was happy to hear that and told you to wear a pretty dress and look decent and the coming Sunday meet them at the Wangbijib Sicheong Mugyo. You told the other members, Yoongi told you in private that he also has the same suspicions as you and asked if he could accompany you along with Jin. You agreed since it would be more comfortable with them around.

Since it was a fancy restaurant, you made the to males wear tux, and you wore a a Gown (something like this or you can imagine whatever you want). Soon you all reached there and met with the sight of 4 unfamiliar faces along with your family. You made your way to them slowly and after reaching politely greeted them with a low bow. Your mother introduced the women as Ji-eun, the man as Dong-hyun, the boy as Hyun-woo and the girl as Jin-a. You introduced yourself while taking seat and also introduced you band members Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin.

Your mother asked why you were being accompanied by them to which you replied policy. They understood and stated ordering, while holding a pleasent conversation. The food arrived and everyone started eating. You knew something was up because Hyun-woo kept stealing glances, and Ji-eun was gushing how well mannered you were and how beautiful you looked. Then they came to the point which made you deadpan. Marriage.....

You Parents decided to arrange your marriage with one of their bussiness partner's son. The moment this was brought up Jin choked on his drink while Yoongi's mouth fell open. You calmly wiped your mouth with the napkin provided, and interrupted the two women who were gushing about how you both should get engaged as soon as possible, by saying something that horrified both of them...

"Sorry to burst your bubble but i have no interest in marriage."

I mean why would you wanna marry someone when you have dedicated your whole life to BTS? You planed to stay by their side and marriage or even a relationship will hinder with your plans. So its a big No.

You mother tried to brush it off as you being funny but you interrupted again telling them you were serious. Your mother became furious and started to go on rant about how you need to have a good husband and children before its too late and you should stop wasting time. Your brother who was silent the whole time spoke up saying he respected your choice, infuriating your mother even more.

Jin and Yoongi stayed silent not knowing what to do. Ji-eun started telling you about her son and how successful and hansome he is. You pointed at Jin calling him the most handsome man you've met also using his infamous nickname WWH. This infuriated her and the dinner ended right then and their. Your brother drove you and the guys, telling you that he will always be there for you and not to worry about mother, and he will handle everything. He told you to live your life, which not gonna lie made you a bit emotional.

After your brother dropped you off, you gave him a hug and told him to keep in contact. The two elder members had told the others while you were busy with your brother effectively causing chaos.

Your brother kept his promise and shifted all of you in a bigger home for privacy and comfort, but mainly he didn't like the idea of you sharing a room with hormonal men who can take advantage of your kindness, his words not yours. Life went back to how it was.

Years passed and BTS then blew up, and hate for you started to pour in, about how you were ruining the group. It didn't bother you though, it was natural. But you couldn't say the same for the others. They made a firm statement on every platform, saying any hate towards you is a hate towards all of them, as they were a team.

But one incident where an interviewer had targeted you, bringing up all the hate and rumors to try to fluster you, but even before you could respond, the members got up and started walking away, you were picked up by RM and all of them just walked off. Since it was live the moment they stepped out, all the members reposted the statement and also stated that they will no longer be going to interviews like these.

Everyone soon found your solo album and boom all the haters who questioned your singing and dancing shut up. You don't show off in the band music because you wanted them to shine, but you don't have that restriction when you do solos.

Your other SOLO "HEAL" was also discoverd and people started to hate on you again for writing a song so sensitive without experiencing what those feelings were. You and all the members went live after having enough of the contovercies and reveled your sucidal past. This made people feel very guilty but you understood. You alsi made a statement saying misunderstanding happen and its fine. You were loved more after that.

You also made another solo, This time it had Alan Walkers future songs, You made sure to include him since he did produce so the only thing you did was sing his songs. SUGA was also there to help produce since you aren't allowed to be alone. He wouldn't admit it but he was a little jealous that you went to another producer and not him

That album blew up even more and you got your own fan club like the rest of them. And you were happy. But you didn't consider something..... Their developing feelings for you....

Namjoon was the first to fall for you. For him, it was love at first sight. The day of the competition in Seoul, he saw you and his heart beat increased. The way you'd carry yourself with such elegance and confidence, and during the competition, your voice was smooth but carried authority. Plus he never met someone who could match him like such . He was so sure you would win but you didn't, you lost by a single point. He wanted to congratulate you, who knows maybe get you number..... He over heard you telling someone that since you found him cute and let him win.. He left but then you came up to him and congratulated him and also gave him your number. Overtime, the more you chatted, the more his feeling developed,.......

Yoongi, even after being self aware, did not realise his feeling towards you. After getting a girlfriend, he subconsiously started comparing her to you, never saying it out loud. But all the little thigs you did to spoil him, or when you always hold his his hand while crossing the road or when you both are in crowded places. And after you started to avoid him, he would do the little things only to realize you weren't there. His girlfriend noticed, and decided to end the relationship. Yoongi was a gentleman, but it was you you who made him a better version of himself. She realized and ended it, Of course as expected, Yoongi didn't know, or understand why, She actually felt bad but it had to be done. She did offer they stay friends, He accepted and left, And for some reason it felt right to her. She figured Yoongi went to you. The next time they met alone, it was awkward but she finally told him,

"It was Y/N-nie that you have feelings for, not me. The feeling you felt towards me were just a reflection of what you felt towards her. I can guarenty it since i just know that you went to her after our break up, not that it bothered me since its a habit of yours.... You always go to her in the time of need and you always look relaxed with her... It isn't platonic Yoongi-sunbae.... You love her, more than you realize it. Please think about it."

She then left after giving a shallow bow. Reaching home he laid in his bed wide awake, even when his mind and body were begging him to sleep, her words fresh in his mind 'it isn't platonic...... you love her, more than you realize' . Does he? I mean he finds you absolutely breath taking, he also love all the small quirky habits you had. And god that smile, That smile which lights up his world....... Fuck he really does love you doesn't he.... And after realising it, it just started to grow him. Maybe he might act on them, maybe in the future.

Kim Seok-Jin's feelings were developed the most normal way. It became from friends to crush. He was delighted to find out that you would be a trainee with him, and he also helped you better your pronounciation skills, and you helped him with dancing. And he slowly started to fall for you. He was going to act on it but stopped when you mentioned you aren't looking for a relationship and want to focus on being a better idol. It made him sad but he understood. It also made him fall for you more, you passion and determination.

Jung Hoseok's feelings were complicated due to trust issues and past relationship, where his girlfriend cheated on him. So he prefered platonic since you were also popular with the guys, and you were also best friends with a guy, Min Yoongi, a fellow trainee. He didn't want to make things complicated, even though he belived you both will never be in the same group. He remembers you from when he saved you, and how you dialed Yoongi's number instead of your parents, and you two were practically inseprable even during the training. He had mixed feelings about this since you never talked you the other female trainees (you did but just never showed it). But he couldnt resist your charms, your passion, your hard work..... And your caring nature. He fell, Hard. He knew there will possibly be a love triangle but he didn't mind.. Its not like his rivals will be in the same group right? (lol)

The Maknae line fell for you simultaniously. Taehyung fist, then Jimin and lastly Jeong-guk. Taehyung was a normal teenager who went for looks and you were his type, but he started to truly fall for you when you all became a Band. He remembers you taking care of him, making sure he was alright, but one perticular incident stuck out to him which solidified his feelings for you. When you stood up to the manager about his cloths, Taehyung has cholinergic urticaria, meaning sweat and high body temperature cause hives all over his body, His manger was forcing him to wear tight cloths but you drilled the manager ( since you have a rich brother who was also an investor) and made sure he was comfortable. You also carried a a small electrical fan for him. These small gestures were arrow to his heart, like cupid struck him. As these gestures continued, his feelings also grew.

Park Jimin saw a side of you that only Yoongi had seen until then, It being your clumsy side. You were always careful during your trainee years, and even after the group was formed, but he'd always see you stumble and catch yourself, sometimes even chanting 'don't fall' like a mantra while carrying and walking. He found it absolutely adorable, he noticed your silly quirks and loved them. He also loved how caring you were and also extreemly passionate about your practice. Every time any of the manager would give them a hard time, you would be there to defend them. He loved it, He developed feelings soon after, when one of the manager was giving him an earful for something which was never his fault and he couldn't control, the manger who you later called was on 'power high'. You had shut the manger down so hard that the dude quit. He considered you his and everyone's 'Guardian Angel'

Jeon Jeong-guk, a.k.a Jungkook, joined the Big Hit when he was no older than 13. When he joined, he expected to do everything by himself, and probably not have a childhood. But he was roomed with you due to the lack of space, he was reluctent to share a space with a women much less a pretty one. But all the hesitance vanished the moment he met you. You were so warm and caring, even letting him skip out on chores sometime, but being warm didn't mean you weren't strict. You had always made sure he completed his school work, and kept a balance between spoiling him and disciplining him. You were also very cool in his eyes because of how you defended him and the other younger trainees. He didn't feel any romantic interest till the prank that BTS pulled on his 16th birthday, ( this one, if you haven't seen it). The moment cake came out, you immediately hugged the boy, and he started crying, after a while you were calming down Jungkook with hugs and kisses. Jungkook had then told them that, he was scared that his hyungs and producer were scolding him but the moment you said that you were disapointed in him, he couldn't keep it together and was scared you'd stop spoiling him. He also realised how jealous he got when you'd spoil other members the same way, and then went to Namjoon for advice. To which he found out he was in love.

You trying to kill yourself was a wakeup call for them and they had a meeting on your day off, without you. Every member confessed their feelings for you to each other, and realised it was either they had to fight for your affection or they could share it. They came to the decsion of sharing and protecting you. Since they all loved you, and you care so much for them, You must love the too right?

When they became famous, they kept seeing edits about you and another members, romantic ones. They even started to ship you with the Boys. They had requested their then manager to ask your opinion on it. To which you told him,

"I find them hilarious, I mean have you seen the boys? They are wayyy out of my league. If it were true then damn I'd win the loterry, But it won't happen, cuz I'm like a rock between Diamonds" while laughing.

What...... You think you don't deserve them? How could you? Can't you see how amazing you were? Truth be told they are the ones who don't deserve you....

I guess they have to just show you How important you are to them, Now don't they?

Why don't they recreate some of the fanfics you have been reading hmm....?

You'd like it right....?

A/N: OMFG FINALLYY, My blood, sweat and tears like by god it took too long. At this point i had another idea which i will write and almost dropped this one but i didn't want to keep others who actually look forward to my writing, waiting. Its been more than a month, Which I'm sorry about. I hope you enjoy!!! And wait for part two (it will take a while since i have another fic in mind right now) For right now i kept an open ending but in part two I'll write more about the romantic development in their relationships. Feel free to leave me ideas in the comments and how you thought Y/N ended up with the members?

Masterlist

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For the bayverse boys how do you think they’d take it if one of their kids got hurt on a mission?? Like it’s their first mission out of the lair (maybe they’re accompanying their dads on a case assigned by the NYPD) and they get injured in the process?? Obvs it’s nothing fatal but it’s enough that the boys are a bit shaken (if you’re uncomfy writing this sort of stuff then don’t worry about this! Love your work regardless!) 

Romeo’s First Patrol (Angst?/Fluff?)

Children Series

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I did a poll some time ago, in which I asked what kid you guys wanted to hear more about, and Romeo was a big favorite, so I decided to make this one about him. I’ve for a long time wanted to write something like this, but have not really had any ideas until now. The pacing might be a little strange, but that’s because I had a writer's block in the middle of it😅 Hope you’ll enjoy it anyway💙

Warning: Talk of dislocated knee, pain and knee correction.

Growing up, it had always been kind of expected that Romeo, his siblings and cousins, would follow in the steps of their fathers, becoming part of the NYPD Special Task Force. What else would a bunch of half human, half mutant turtles be able to do for work? So imagine how excited Romeo was when his 18th birthday came around, meaning that he would finally be allowed to venture up to the surface without supervision. And with that came another thing - Romeo’s first patrol.

Romeo had been talking about his first patrol for years, telling anybody that would hear how he would take care of criminals. Lock up Purple Dragons and crack down on the last few remaining Foot Clan members that still hung around. As a child he had often said he wanted to become a leader - just like his father.

But now it was finally time. The day after his birthday, he was ready with his odachi strapped onto his back, following his father and uncles through the sewer tunnels. Romeo had walked these tunnels many times before, often with his family when they were going to visit his grandparents. But today it all felt so different. Excitement hung in the air around Romeo. Today he wasn’t just going up into an alleyway, before quickly making his way through his grandparents backdoor, or watching the world pass by through heavily tinted car windows, taking him to a secluded area somewhere far from the city. No, today he was going top side, seeing the real world up close. He was finally going to actually see the city he lived in. And oh, what a sight it was.

The moment Romeo stepped a foot of the fire escape, and onto the roof of the high building his father and uncles and brought him to, he felt the wind get knocked out of him. The city that never sleeps was lit up below him, human and cares filling the streets in a constant stream.

“Does it live up to what you had hoped for?”, Leo asked with a smile, finding his oldest son’s expression amusing, if not heart warming. Leo had long thought of the day he would bring his children with him out on patrol, and seeing his oldest son stand with him and his brothers, made his insides flutter with pride.

“Yeah”, Romeo answered, not taking his eyes off the busy streets.

The night continued on with the five turtles jumping and running over the roofs, listening on the police radio, waiting for any calls or updates, calling them into action. So far there hadn’t been anything worth the attention of the NYPD Special Task force, but only minor house calls. Seemed liked Romeo’s first patrol was going to be a calm one. That gave Romeo time to observe the city and the humans in it, in a way he had never been able to before. At one point he found himself lost in thought, looking at a group of people around his age, hanging out on a street corner. Uncle Mikey noticed this, giving him a small jab in the side with an elbow, wiggling his eyebrows and nodding towards one of the girls in the group. Usual uncle Mikey antics.

But all in all, Romeo enjoyed every moment of his first patrol. His father and uncles got him uptodate to what the different code words on the police radio meant, what to do in case of certain events or emergency, all while being able to ask questions and get thorough explanations. He even had the time to joke around with his uncles, as well as having some very important conversations with his father about leadership and team work when out on patrol.

“It tell ya, his not going to make it”, Raph said, his eyes not leaving the teenagers playing some late night basketball game on a nearby playground. All five turtles had decided to take a break, and was now observing as one of the teams was about to make a shot from the shadows on a nearby rooftop.

“I believe in the little guy”, Mikey said as brightly as ever. “He seems like he has a trick or two up his sleeve”.

“Based on how his playing has been up until now, I wouldn’t count on it”, Donnie interjected.

“You wanna bet?”, Mikey asked, both Raph and Donnie turning to him with smug smiles.

However, neither Leo or Romeo were too invested in the basketball game, nor the bet the others were putting on. Instead they both sat, listening in on the small radio strapped onto Leo’s wrist, just in case something was happening.

“Calling back up for a vehicle search. I got a suspect in custody in the police car, but an extra pair of hands would really be nice”, it sounded, making Romeo look up at Leo with hopeful eyes. However, Leo just shook his head, giving Romeo an apologetic look. Car searches was not part of their job.

Romeo sighed and stood up from his crouched position, just as his uncles erupted in small sounds of cheers and boos. Sounded like Mikey owed them some money now.

Romeo started walking around on the roof, looking out at the city in front of him. The night was almost over, and he started to wonder if anything was going to happen tonight. Obviously a quiet night was a good thing, but Romeo could not help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn’t been able to show his father and uncles how good he would be on his first patrol…

“There’s an ongoing museum break in!”, Leo’s voice sounded as he stood up, ready for a quick exit. “Let’s go!”

“Finally some action!”, Raph exclaimed, before following the rest as they made their way across the roofs.

—

The turtles arrived at the museum before the police did, just like how the others had told Romeo it would usually play out. Romeo felt his heart beating fast in his chest as they made their way in, finding the burglars in the middle of trying to extract a large diamond from a glass case. Romeo had not expected there to be so many, nor did he expect their surprising expertise in hand to hand combat. All dressed in black, with nothing but their eyes visible. But he certainly did not expect Leo to be so alarmed by the sight of them, telling Romeo to stay back and out of sight.

Romeo found himself crouched behind a pillar, watching as his father and uncles took on, what Romeo could best describe as ninjas in their own right. But as the fight continued, none of them seemed to notice one of the smaller ninjas, almost getting the diamond out of the glass case.

Quickly on his feet, Romeo made a beeline for the ninja and the diamond, slamming against them and pushing them out of the way, causing them to let out a small yelp. However, they were not as easy to push over as Romeo had hoped, already kicking out at him, causing him to duck at the last second in order to avoid their foot making contact with his head.

“Yeez”, Romeo said, his opponent already standing ready for another attack. “You’re worse than my brothers”.

His opponent tried to punch him in the face, making Romeo lean backwards before grabbing a hold of their arm, ready to slam them against the ground. However, Romeo was surprised by their unexpected strength, pulling him with them down onto the ground, making him roll onto his shell with a slam while they got up. Romeo grabbed for them, intending to grab a hold of their color, but instead getting a hold of the black mask at the bottom of their face. It happened so fast, and before Romeo knew it, he found himself standing in front of a girl, who stared in shock at the black mask in his hand. Romeo too found himself shocked, staring at a human girl in front of him. She couldn’t have been much younger than himself, maybe around Marcello’s age.

“You…”, Romeo said, for a moment unable to formulate a sentence. “You’re just a kid”.

This comment seemed to trigger something within her, as in less then a second she kicked out, her heel making contact with Romeo’s left kneecap. Romeo let out a scream of pain, falling to the ground and grabbing a hold of his knee. The pained sound of his son made Leo’s parental instincts kick in, finding his son on the ground, curled up over his knee.

“Romeo!”, Leo yelled out, panic and anger strong in his voice. The unknown of what had happened to his son, coupled with Romeo’s expression of pain made him a beast as he marched through the room, no opponent standing in his way.

Seeing Leo’s giant form making his way through the room, the girl made a quick grab for the diamond, clutching it tightly in her hand.

“Retreat!”, she yelled to the ninjas. “Retreat!”

Quickly following order, the ninjas retreated from the turtles, before making use of smoke bombs to mask their escape.

The smoke hadn’t even cleared before Leo came to Romeo’s side, grabbing a hold of him and giving him a quick look over. Leo did his best to keep calm and not let panic take over, but the slight shake in his voice, his wide eyes and the movements of his hands showed just how worried he was.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, turning Romeo’s head from side to side, checking his neck before moving to take a look at his shell. “What happened? Are you okay? Donnie! Tell them we need a medic in here!”

“I’m okay”, Romeo said, tears growing in his eyes due to the pain in his leg. “But my knee…”

“Donnie!”, Leo yelled.

“Coming!”, Donnie called out, before dropping down next to his nephew, taking a look at his knee.

The sound of police sirens sounded outside the museum, Raph and Mikey going ahead to meet them in the entrance, all while Donnie felt on Romeo’s leg, asking questions as he did so.

“How does this feel?”

“That hurts”, Romeo said through gritted teeth, fighting not to curse next to his father.

Leo looked sick, his expression growing even more worried with each pained sound from his son, before he finally asked what had happened, just as the officers were walking into the room.

—

Leo stayed with Romeo as police chief Vincent and detective Jones questioned the other turtles on what happened. Donnie and another medic had determined that Romeo had a dislocated knee, and had provided him with some much needed pain medication, before sliding his kneecap back into place. Something that had almost made Leo throw up with worry.

Romeo felt exhausted, and couldn’t wait to go home. Mainly so Donnie could do an x-ray of his knee, but the thought of being able to dive into his bed also sounded very pleasing.

“How was your first day at work, kid?”, a familiar voice sounded, making Romeo look up at a well known face. Casey Jones.

“What does it look like?”, Romeo asked, gesturing towards his bandaged knee.

“Well, you look better than I did on my first day”, he smiled, ruffling Romeo’s head like he had any hair to ruffle, before making his way to Leo, asking him about what he had seen. That was when police chief Vincent made her way over, crouching down before Romeo with a friendly smile.

“And you must be the Romeo I’ve heard so much about”, she smiled warmly at him, before reaching a hand out for a handshake, which Romeo accepted with ease. “It’s nice to finally meet you, young man. I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances, and especially on your first day”.

“That’s okay”, Romeo said. “I guess it’s part of the job”.

Chief Vincent laughed. “You truly are your father’s son. So polite”, she said. “But I have to ask you some questions about tonight, Romeo. Nothing bad, just standart routine, okay? So, your uncles described the thieves as ninjas. Would you agree with that?”

“Yes”, Romeo answered. “I even saw one of them”.

“What do you mean?”

“I got the mask from one that dislocated my knee. I saw her face”.

Both Leo and Casey turned toward Romeo, puzzled expressions on their faces. Chief Vincent looked surprised yet confused. “Do you still have the mask?”

Romeo nodded, before producing the mask, holding it out for her to see. Chief Vincent held out a pen, asking him to place it over so that she wouldn’t touch it. She studied the mask for a moment, before letting her gaze return to meet Romeo’s.

“Would it be possible for you to provide enough information about her appearance for a composite?”

“I think so”.

Chief Vincent nodded, seeming somewhat impressed. “Well, Romeo, welcome to the NYPD. I’m looking forward to continue working with you and your family in the future”.

[idkfitememate]

Yknow those boars with mushrooms on them in Sumeru? Imagine boar!reader meets one and the mushroom boar gets an obvious crush on them!

Visiting a Friend Pt. 2

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader & GN! Tiger Reader x Sumeru

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 172

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff & Crack baby

You thought that after Fontaine, maybe Sumeru would be a fun place to explore!

You were wrong. So very very wrong.

You hated how the people watched as you ran away from the Shroomboar chasing you.

This also threw you into a moral dilemma.

Because you still had human intelligence. The Shroomboar did not.

Even if you were in all cases except mentally, this would probably count as bestiality.

You were not ready for that conversation.

So when you bucked it in the face, you felt no shame.

But when Tiger showed up, suddenly shame was all you could feel.

‘Why.’ - Tiger

‘…. They were following me🥺.’ - Boar

‘… *Sigh* come with me.’ - Tiger

And seeing their Tiger walk in with a painted Boar, they didn’t say anything. This wasn’t the first time they brought another animal in the nurse them back to health.

“… Don’t stay up too late.” Was all Alhaitham said, Kaveh making a noise of agreement.

… Yeah Boar could see why Tiger went here.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Yeah I think everyone would be uncomfortable if another animal tried to court them because like… they’re still people. Just in animal form. The amount of uncomfy from that is probably astronomical ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[yukittywrites]

I Want to Feel You Near~

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warnings: dom reader and sub taeyong, dom reader and sub yuta, toys, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (im talking in the dorms but in front of the members), mild masochistic yuta, a little bit of degradation but its mild!

word count: 3k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: this is my first time ever converting a story into y/n im sorry if its a little stilted i usually write mlm! also reader is gender neutral, no mention of their genitals whatsoever to make sure people arent uncomfy. also no mention of skin tone/identifying features.

You loved all the 127 boys, they were all perfect in their own rights, whether you were fucking them or getting fucked by them, whether they were a sub or dom, kinky or not, you loved them all.

Of course, you treated them all differently accordingly, and the person you were always the most hesitant with was Yuta. It was no secret amongst all of you that he was constantly switching between dominant and submissive, topping or bottoming, even his interest in sex at all would wax and wane.

So you always made sure you could cater to his current needs—and that he felt comfortable with sex at all—before you ever engaged in anything with him.

But, when Yuta was in the mood, after that initial conversation, you could go as crazy with him as you wanted. Yuta was down for it all, anything you could give, he would take it gladly, and his desire to please alongside his obvious kinkiness was so perfect for you that you could never help yourself.

Taeyong, contrastly, was always a set constant. He was a sub, he loved pleasing you but he wasn't nearly as kinky. Taeyong needed praises and sweet words even alongside cruel actions, and you could provide that for him, but Yuta wanted anger. He wanted to be treated so cruelly that he sobbed, that he felt every ounce of his stress get forcibly yanked from his body.

Like you said, different but perfect all the same.

Taeyong and you together were originally thought to be the most vanilla couple within the main 127 dorm, but the boys quickly discovered through waltzing into your bedroom unannounced more than once that it was not the case.

While you could never get as kinky with him as with Yuta, Taeyong certainly was in his own right.

And those two dynamics led you to the current moment, Taeyong's lower body and your own covered under the blanket in 127's living room, both pretending to watch the movie that had been turned on, when, in reality, both of you were more focused on each other than the screen.

Your own eyes continued to watch with no problem, but Taeyong's continuously flitted around nervously, slipping closed momentarily only to reopen when your hand, slowly jerking him off up under the sheets, reaches a particularly good spot.

Taeyong risks a glance at you, and you don't even glance back at him, continuing to watch whatever was going on. It must've been the genuine indifference to his plight—or maybe the way you sped up the hand on his cock—but Taeyong's head lolls, his eyes rolling backward a little.

At that moment, Yuta laughs.

And you don't think anything of it. Honestly, maybe whatever was on screen was funny, or maybe the boys said something funny. Who knows. You weren't really paying attention.

But you see Taeyong's head snap over to look at Yuta, even through whatever pleasure he's experiencing. Whatever Yuta does in reply makes his hips cant forward, enough to be noticeable even under the blanket.

Taeyong's head comes closer to your own, and he whispers. "Yuta k-knows."

Yuta knows, and Taeyong loves it. He loves the feeling of being caught, the dirty sub that he is.

And you love the way it makes Taeyong feel, you love the power it gives you.

So, you turn your body, enough to look like repositioning, but really just turning so you can stare Yuta dead in the face as you continue your ministrations.

"You're doing so well, my pretty boy." you murmur into Taeyong's ear, and it sends his eyes rolling in his skull again.

Your hand slowly jerks at Taeyong's hard cock, looking at him directly as if to challenge him. As if to say 'do something about it, you won't.'

And Yuta won't.

He can't help the shiver that runs up his body as he looks at you and feels your dominating aura focusing on solely him. He can't believe that you're doing this, not that you're having public sex with Taeyong—honestly that's a pretty normal occurrence—but that you'd flaunt it so boldly in front of him.

He'd been in a bit of a domming period for a while, so it was strang ethat you would challenge him like this, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't want to see what happened next, that he wanted to fight back against you.

Taeyong's head is slumped over, his body imperceptibly rocking as he undoubtedly begins to lose control, his face flushed red with arousal, embarrassment and heat.

Your hand stops on him. Yuta can tell because Taeyong's eyes fly open, his hips twitching again, silently looking at you with a plea to let him cum.

But you don't think about that right now. No, now you're thinking about Yuta. You have two boys pliant for you to toy with them, and you're going to use the situation to the fullest of your advantage.

Your lidded eyes trail down to Yuta's prominent bulge, and then back up to his eyes, which have been watching you and Taeyong ever since he caught onto your little game.

You continue to stare at him, making it clear that your goal is to make Yuta as wrecked as Taeyong is under your hands, even if you can't touch him.

You all have been watching this movie for at least an hour, and Taeyong is certainly reaching the final stages of remaining subtle while getting a handjob and being edged repeatedly. His hips keep bucking into the sheets, only lightly stopped by the leg that you've thrown over his and a sharp glare that keeps his lips parted.

But, you decide that he's had enough of a grace period. So you bring your hand back onto him. Taeyong's teeth clamp down on his lip in an effort to keep from moaning out loud, his head falling back down as he continues to get pumped in their shared living room, in front of nine different sets of eyes.

You jut your head at Yuta for Taeyong to follow the motion, and Yuta's tongue prods at his cheek in reaction to Taeyong's ruined expression.

You can't say that you don't feel the same, but you hide it better.

Taeyong's usually large bright eyes are lidded and nearly black with arousal, his cheeks redder than any blush could make them, his mind and body both crumbling.

Yuta can't stop staring at him, as though he was entranced by the scene playing out in front of him, and as if on command, you make direct eye contact with him again and you lean down into Taeyong's ear again.

"Such a patient boy for me. You can go ahead and cum, you earned it."

The second the words fall from your mouth do Taeyong's eyes roll back to fully reveal the white.

"Oh, fuck!" He whines, his voice loud and high-pitched.

You watch as Yuta bites down on a gasp, and you tear the blanket off Taeyong's legs at the same time the rest of the members turn to stare.

Taeyong's hard, red, dripping cock shoots cum all over his clothed stomach, his hips bucking wildly in the air as he gasps, breathless, seemingly losing all control of his body when he was allowed to cum.

Yuta himself can't stop staring at Taeyong's face, the wantonity of his expression, the way his mouth hangs open as he gasps, the way his eyes roll back and flutter closed.

It makes him shiver, muscles clenched to avoid cumming in his pants like a teenager at the scene.

The aftershocks of the orgasm leave Taeyong twitching and nobody dares to speak for a moment or two while Taeyong collapses into your lap, exhausted and out of breath. 

"Dude... that's what they were doing? I thought Taeyong was just feeling bad," Mark says. A hum of agreeance from the rest of the group rings out.

"Pause the drama," you grin.

"Yongie wants you to watch us play today, and enjoy the view for a few minutes while I get something."

"It's too much!" Taeyong whines, grabbing at your shirt, and the breathiness in his tone makes Yuta's hard cock twitch in his pants. 

Your hands grip Taeyong's face, "Colour?" you question.

Taeyong's 'green' is breathless. 

"Then you'll fucking take it."

Right before you leave the living room to get your things, you looks pointedly at Yuta.

"And nobody touch what's mine while I'm gone."

But Yuta doesn't, still reeling from what he just watched.

Taeyong will use the time as a reprieve, to catch his breath from his rushing orgasm and Yuta will try to use it to psych himself up for whatever is in store when you get back, knowing he won't be able to.

The boys have all quickly abandoned the drama for the promise of a scene they'll get to watch, and Yuta had stopped paying attention twenty minutes prior.

You come back with two vibrators and lube, quickly uncapping it and pouring some onto your hand.

"I had to jerk him off dry, but my pretty slut was so horny he couldn't stop dripping, so the slide wasn't too bad." 

Taeyong chokes on his spit as you wrap a lube covered hand around his sensitive cock.

"Isn't that right, Yongie? You were so turned on that they could figure out your dirty little secret at any time that you couldn't help but leak everywhere?"

"Yeah! Couldn't help it, y/n, you make me- ah! Crazy," Taeyong whines, hips rolling. 

"Oh baby, I know I do." 

Your hands land on the magic wand vibrator that you brought, turning it on the first setting and pressing it to the base of Taeyong's cock. 

Taeyong's body jolts with the vibrations, whining loudly.

"Aw, Yongie, you're already dripping again," you tsk.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, y/n. It just feels so good!" Taeyong babbles, his hand gripping onto your arm. 

"Oh no, baby, don't apologise to me, apologise to them." You say, gesturing around.

"Just look at what you've done to poor Mark" 

Taeyong glances around to find Mark, only to catch him with his head tilted back, Johnny's hand languidly stroking him under his pants.

"Jaehyun too." he smirks.

Jaehyun who's got his hand down his own pants. 

And now, your chance to toy with your other boy.

"Of course, let's not forget about you, Yuta. Your cock has been hard in your pants for the better part of thirty minutes. You just sat there hard, watching me play with my pretty boy without saying anything like a good bitch."

Yuta scoffs in reply, but it comes out weaker than he intended for it to.

"Look, Yongie, you made him so hard." you murmur, wand still pressed to Taeyong's cock, who lolls his head over and smiles. "'m glad, glad to please you, Yuta."

Yuta smirks, the same one he does when he's domming, but you won't let him gain back his confidence in those abilities so quickly.

"Or maybe it was me, hmm? Me staring at you as I jerked Yongie off because I knew you wouldn't dare say anything?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Yuta bites back, unconvincing to his own ears. 

"I don't need to flatter myself, I know it's true. You think we don't know your tells by now? You think that we can't tell when you want to dom and when you want to sub? You may be a good actor, Yuta, but you aren't that good."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe instead of antagonising me, you could put that focus on your slut. He looks like he's about to pass out." Yuta replies back, a pretty desperate attempt to avoid the conversation.

You passively glance back over at Taeyong, moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, revelling in his gorgeous moans.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. He's taken worse, and I'm a good multi-tasker."

"Shut up, y/n." Yuta dismisses, looking to dodge whatever you're plotting to yank him full force into the subspace that he's been oscillating in and out of. 

"Is that the Nakamoto Yuta backing down from a challenge?" You grin, moving the vibrator closer to the head of Taeyong's cock. 

"Y/n!" Taeyong damn near squeals, and it makes Yuta's breath noticeably hitch.

"You're only backing down because you know you'll lose if you keep going, isn't that right, Yuta?" you ask.

He scoffs again, rolling his eyes, "Maybe I'm backing down because I want to watch the show in peace and enjoy myself?"

"Yeah, just like you were when the movie was playing? When you kept locking eyes with me and practically withering under my gaze from across the room? Just like the way you tried so hard to maintain eye contact earlier and broke it because you couldn't?"

Yuta feels breathless, out of his element. He wasn't prepared for you to get deep enough in his headspace to call him out like this, he wasn't really prepared to start feeling subby when he caught the two of them under the blanket. He's been hard for too long and he wants to touch himself like the rest of the members are doing but he knows that the second he touches himself he'll lose the already slipping control of the situation.

The vibrator reaches Taeyong's cockhead and within a second he's already stuttering. "Y/n! Can't— I-I'm close, going— need-"

"It's fine, go ahead and cum for me, love." You permit, watching as Taeyong's legs lock up and begin to spasm, pretty cries falling from his lips with pleasure, blending in with Jaehyun's groan as he cums simultaneously. 

He looks so pretty, so wrecked between the two intense orgasms he had, seeming now as if he's half floating with pleasure and it makes Yuta long for that same feeling.

You and him are the only ones who haven't touched yourselves since this whole thing started and you can tell that Yuta wants nothing more to feel the same sort of ecstasy that is crashing through Taeyong's body, the feeling that comes from being toyed with for so long and finally getting to experience that ear ringing orgasm.

He gulps and clenches his fist into the side of his sweatpants.

When Taeyong is done, you click the vibrator off.

"Can I take care of Yuta for a moment, baby?" you question him lowly, always ready to give the option of immediate aftercare to Taeyong, Yuta be damned, but he nods, and then slumps again to catch his breath.

With that, your unwavering attention is back on Yuta, walking closer to his spot on the couch adjacent to you. 

"You're lying to me, Yuta. Just admit it, just say that you're slipping into subspace, that you don't want to challenge me."

"I'm not admitting shit, because it's not true." 

"Yuta, for someone who's an actor, you're really shitty at it right now." you lean in closer, placing your hands on the couch between Yuta's head, caging him in. 

You tower over top of him in this position, you standing and Yuta sitting, his body caged in and trapped.

If he tried to stand up, it'd be so easy for you to push him back down, to keep going as though Yuta never tried to protest in the first place and god is that incredibly arousing for the both of you.

He gulps, eyes flickering all over your amused face. His cock feels rock solid in his pants, and Yuta wonders if you would jerk him off or put the vibrator on him if he caved. 

"Just admit it, Yuta. You've slipped. You're not domming anyone and you know that you don't want to. You want to be toyed with until you cry you want to be fucked stupid. You're horny and you want relief, and you know what the easiest way to do that is?" You lean in far enough that your mouth is right beside Yuta's ear, and you dig your tongue into the sweet spot right below it, the one that makes Yuta clamp down on his mouth to suppress a sound which would surely spill out as a whimper or higher moan.

Then, you simply whisper, "Admitting that you want nothing more than to be a good little slut for your dom, because everyone knows that's what you are."

With that, the moan mixed whimper that Yuta worked so hard to bite back spills from his mouth, and you pull back with a grin.

"There we go, Yuta. Isn't it better now that you've admitted what you want? Now say it."

Yuta wouldn't, not to everyone. Not when he'd fought back with you so much about not feeling like a sub, not when he'd outright denied it so many times. It would be embarrassing and humiliating to give in to what you told him he was with such ease and— fuck, all of that sounded incredibly hot. Curse his humiliation kink.

You roll your eyes, grabbing Yuta's chin between your tumb and pointer fingers and pull him up from the couch, bringing your faces close. 

"Say. It." You demand. 

The words spill from Yuta's mouth unwillingly, "I want to be good."

You weaken the grip on his chin, but hum nonetheless, clearly prompting him to say it louder.

Well, it was obvious that he'd cracked anyways, Yuta reasons.

So louder, loud enough for the room to hear, he repeats "I want to be a good sub for you, y/n."

His voice comes out whiny, though it's only a bit higher than usual.

"That's a good boy," you smile, and you push Yuta with both of your hands back onto the couch. 

"I'll ruin you just like I did Taeyong, you slut." You coo, and Yuta whimpers, eyes casting around the room.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time, even tonight that the other boys had gotten a great view, and he would be the best show.

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[icarusredwings]

It's bedtime, Kiddo. 3/3

Mama's boy- Dominic Fike

Tw: Bedtime troubles, voices, abandonment issues, discussions of accidental stabbing, Wade being a mama's boy, flirting.

Disclaimer: Wade is also … wade.. and by that I mean he's looking a bit too much at wolvies butt right now and it makes Logan feel a little uncomfy. It's decently normal to still be attracted to your partner even if you are small-ish. In this fic Wade is conscious (big) enough to understand bigger topics but not the complicated details of relationships. Not all littles are the same and No, Logan would never do so don't even think about it. I'll block you. This fic also shows age sliding, going from a much older small self to a younger self

"You're being a big brat today, ya'know that?" He tells him, walking into the bedroom, practically slamming him down into the bed with a 'oouf'

"Nu-uh!”

"Don't start. You know damn well you're not supposed to give her that. Now she's going to throw up, remember?" Getting a wipe, he wiped off his fingers and his face as he squirms, whining at him. "Kitty nooo!"

"You're filthy. I swear if you had hair, it would be in that too!"

Gasping, Wade looked at him with a pout. "Rude!"

"Tell me I'm lying." He grumbled, tossing the wipes as he shoved his cup in his hands, dropping fluffy next to him. "Now. Bed."

"I am in bed." He says, drinking more of his grape juice, crossing his leg over the other sassily.

“You know what I mean!”

“But I am in bed. Kitty carry me.” He mutters, sitting up, only for Logan to push him lightly back down. “No. Down, we're going to sleep.”

“Can't.” He states this as if it's a fact, putting his cup back into his mouth.

Stripping off his shirt and taking off his jeans, He gives Wade a glance, he didn't like stripping infront of him like this. He got too… excited.. for someone so small. It made sense though, Really it did. But it creeped Logan out to see him lying here with his cup and Fluffy while also looking at him like that.

“Stop it.” He tells him, quick to put on some fluffy pajama Pants, climbing under the covers. “Don't even think about it.”

“Do you have a bra?” He asks, turning over as he holds Fluffy, Looking at him with a big grin.

“What?? No? Go to sleep. You're tired.”

“Mommy wears bras. Maybe you can borrow one.”

“Wade-” He grunts. “I don't need a bra.”

“But you have big boobs.”

“Wade!” He says, blushing more as he shoves a pillow over his face, rolling to put his back to him. Logan didn't think he'd ever be comfortable about little Wade making comments about his body. It felt more wrong on his half because he was older. Much. Older. And to let him compliment made him feel gross. He much preferred his flirting when he could consent.

“I'm not lying” He states. “Princess ‘questria says lying is bad.”

“Go to sleep, Wade! Just..

.. shut up and go to bed!” Logan groaned, knowing now that he was doomed to hearing him gab about horse lore of some show he watched.

“Sometimes applejack lies to her friends and that's not nice.”

“No… not it is not..” A sigh of defeat.

“But she has lots of work to do so she can't play all the time. She has to work on a farm. She's a farm horse.”

“Yeah”

“And it's hard for her because she also has to watch a baby pony that gets in trouble sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“At first I liked pinkieshy but now I like shycord.” He mutters, yawning a big one as he shifts to put his forehead on his shoulder.

“Mhm..”

“I think it's cute because he was kind of mean at first but then he had tea with fluttershy and now they love each other. We have tea sometimes, Wolvie.”

“Mh..”

“Does tea make people love you?” By now he was just babbling anything that overworked brain could think of.

Logan only shrugged, his eyes already closed and seconds from sleep.

“Can I give… mommy some tea? Then she'll..love me and stay?”

Opening his eyes, Logan groaned a bit. “Wade, Darlin’ I know you miss her but can we talk about this later? It's a big boy talk.”

“But I am a big boy.” He states, whining some.

“Right.. my bad I forgot. It's a grown up talk.”

He rephrases, reaching a lazy hand back to pet his head a couple of times. “Mkay?”

“But…Mommy pinky promised..”

“What did she pinky promise?”

“Sh-she said she wouldn't leave.” He says, sitting up as he tries to wipe his tears away.

Logan let out a ‘Fine I guess we're doing this now’ sigh as he sat up, turning to him.

“Vanessa said she would stay for a couple of hours, bub. And she has work soon. She can't stay all the time.”

“Yes huh! S-she used to..” He started choking on his tears, putting his face into Fluffy. “She's a liar…”

“Oh... Kid, you know why she can't stay all the time anymore..” This has been an issue for a couple of weeks now. Sure, big wade perfectly understood that Vanessa did not want to be a main partner anymore, he understood why too, he knew it was difficult to deal with all of his mental and physical issues. He knew just how dangerous it was as well. He wouldn't lie or try to deny that.

But small Wade? All he saw was Vanessa leaving him again. But why? What did he do? Was he bad? Why Didn't she love him anymore like she used to? Was he too grown up for her now? Maybe if he had tantrums and acted much younger then she would like him again. These were the thoughts running through his brain on repeat, though this childish plan of his wouldn't work the way he wanted. At least not every time.

How could you even try to explain such things to him? ‘Sorry, your mommy doesn't feel safe or like she can fully take care of you anymore so that's why you have Me and Mama and only sometimes Mommy now that you scared the shit out of her’ He couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't get it. He would immediately say that he's not mean and wouldn't hurt her. No, he wouldn't. But he has. Mainly emotionally. Shot at. Kidnapped. Stabbed…

Some night terrors were too much. And Vanessa didn't have regeneration powers. Thank god it was just a scratch really, but Logan understood fully why she was scared. Wade was much stronger than he thought and often forgot. Especially when he was small, He had to watch him around puppins to be sure he didn't squeeze her too hard.

“Nooo.. S-she lied. She only stayed a little bit..” he whimpers, his sleeve coming up to wipe his face as he sniffles, starting to full on cry.

Frowning, Logan pulled him close. “Kid, She was here for a long time. From almost 6 pm to 11, so 5 hours. That's a long time, Wade.” He says, rubbing his back and letting him climb into his lap, pulling his arms close to his chest, trying to curl as small as possible.

“Shh.. I know.. I know.” He whispers, holding him tight as he gently begins to rock. “You'll see her again. Promise.”

“I miss mommy.”

“Bub, it's 1 in the morning. Please go to sleep. Let's go to sleep, okay? You can see her tomorrow.”

"B-but I miss Mommy.." The sharp pain in his voice is enough for Logan to sigh heavily.

"Wade.."

"...more than anything." He finishes, Looking up to Logan with eyes the size of the moon and as beautiful as pearls. glossy, cream and wet with salty water. “Please Logan...”

Logan paused for a second. It wasn't often Wade finished sentences or called him by his name. Not like this anyway. Sighing as he got out his phone to call her for the second time today. “You're so spoiled.. you know that?”

Sniffling more as the dial tone rang, Wade looked guilty, trying to hide behind Fluffy, More tears welling up as he held his knees up to his chest. He felt like a burden. Feeling bad for wanting to call his Mommy so late, but he needed to know she still loved him despite only leaving upwards of an hour ago.

“...I'm sorry daddy..” He whispers, the thick tears falling as he's handed the phone.

“Shhh. I'm going to go get you some milk, okay? Stay. Just talk to her. You're good at that. Tell her how you feel, kiddo.” Yawning, he stretched after getting up with a big groan, leaving with his empty cup to refill it.

“H-hello?? Logan? It's like 1 in the morning-”

“.. Hi mommy..”

“Oh.. mmmh Hi baby.. did you take daddys phone?”

He shook his head, sniffling as he became overwhelmed by hearing her voice, starting to cry again.

“Why did yoOrl-Leave!?” He cries, trying to control his emotions but is unsure how. He wanted to yell, shout, cry, sob, and be happy all at the same time.

“Baby.. we talked about this. I have work.”

“Why??”

“well.. Because, honey. I need to work. To make money.”

“Why?”

“That's just how it works.. Is daddy there?”

“A-are you Gon-” he choked, swallowing “gonna wove me anymore? C-cause im not a Baby no more? I-” he takes a deep breath as snot began to run. “I can be a baby, Mommy!”

On the other line, she became silent as her heart shattered into a million pieces. “Ooh, Wade…I do love you. Really, I do. Are you alright?” She asks, wondering if Logan was sleeping and he was panicking.

“B-but I’m not a baby no more?”

“Oh, Honey, it has nothing to do with that!” She says trying to decide how to handle this. If she didn't have to get up in 6 hours she would come right over and hold him all night. Reassure him that she did not leave him because of his regression. No, not at all.

“I love you even if you're the biggest boy. I promise.”

“You already pinky promised!!” He shouted, becoming frustrated, assuming that Vanessa was lying to him again.

“Shhh, shh I know, but I told you I couldn't spend the night. Where's daddy? Can you find daddy? I need to talk to hi-”

From the comotion, Al had waddled in, irritated with it all. “Wade, Tell her goodnight. It's bedtime.”

“B-but” he starts, choking more as he sobs.

“Now.” This stern voice wasn't used often so he decided to listen.

“L-love you mommy.. I-it's bedtime.. mama says so.”

“I see. Goodnight baby. I love you this much!” She says, putting her arms out as far as they would go on the other side of the phone.

“D-double pinky promise?”

“Triple pinky promise, big boy…Night Al.” She mutters, letting the woman hang up.

Picking a tissue from the bedside, She handed it to him. “Blow.” and so he did, his cries becoming quieter as his chest tightened. He had missed her so much. It wasn't often he saw her anymore. Maybe once every two weeks for a few hours. It was more than before at least, when he saw her only on birthdays and Christmas.. Al had to deal with that all on her own, learning to comfort him when who he wanted around was unavailable.

Climbing into bed, She got all situated, opening her arms. “Come to mama.”

Sniffling, he crawled over. She held him the way she would with her own children, letting Him nestle into her collar bone, sobbing.

“Shhh… it's alright. Hush now. You can't always get what you want, Dear.” Al says, petting his head and his side, letting him close his eyes in the lazy hug.

“Shh.. There's a good boy. Just needed his mama, huh?” She whispers, leaning down to kiss his head. “I'm so proud of you Wade.. you're so smart and have such a big heart..sometimes too big..” She says, pushing pressure into his spine, back in between his shoulder blades and lower back. “So why are you crying now, sugar?”

“M-mommy left..”

“Oh that's a shame honey.. Do you think she'll be back?”

This is what Wade needed. He needed validation and a question to reset his mind. Althea always seemed so rude, but she always knew what to say. It's almost been 7 years, after all of course she would know what's best.

Imagine feeling a pain in your chest and everyone around you was telling you that you were wrong. That you had no reason to be upset. That you would see them again. They forgot that children could miss too. Even more seriously than adults.

Someone agreeing with him felt… good. For once they took him seriously.

The question on the other hand forced him to think about it. What HE thought.

Pausing, he bit his tongue as he thought, only to shly nod.”..Y-yes..”

“Then why are you worried she won't?”

“... Mommy wants a baby.. i-I'm not a baby.” He whispers, sniffling into her chest.

“Did she say that?”

“I heard her.. she said she wants a baby.”

“Oh? Are you sure she wasn't talking about a different kind of baby? Like a toy baby?”

Taking a moment to think, he shrugged. “I-i don't know.. maybe she wants a real baby..”

“Maybe. Or perhaps she was talking about you. She calls you baby all the time, Sweetheart, She could have been saying she missed you.”

As if resetting everything, he was silent, as if internally his voices were trying to sus out any lies or not. You could see the exact moment where they dinged like a lightbulb. “..Really?”

“Maybe. Do you think so?”

If only you could pay to see what was going inside of that mind of his, each individual thought overlapping.

‘What do I think..?’

‘I think I miss mommy’

‘Mommy misses me ??’

‘Al kinda stinks like diaper rash cream but that's rude so don't say that’

‘I'm so scared’

‘What if mommy hates me?’

‘*insert image of Kitty’s boobs from earlier*’

‘God, I'm sooo tired!’

‘where did my cup go??’

‘Screw that she's lying!’

‘What did I even eat today??’

‘I love my mama so much!! She's so nice to me.’

All of them speaking at once. Telling him different things.

A small smile came to his face.. “Yeah… Mommy misses me too.. but.. she's working? So.. she has to go to sleep?”

“Anndd?”

“And… Now it's bedtime and.. I have to go to sleep too?”

“Very good! So come on. Get your badger Or whatever that is and lay down.”

Taking off her glasses and taking out her dentures, she sighs, laying down to get all comfy only for Wade to worm himself under her arm and into her chest. “It's actually a wolverine...an his name is fluffy.”

“Mmh.. so it is.”

Curling up with his legs up, he held fluffy tight, closing his eyes with a big sigh of relief, his mind dimming down the best it could, now only half of the thoughts residing. “...Night night Mama..”

“Goodnight, Wade.” But by the time she said this, He was already out, exhausted from today's emotional dysregulation.

Coming into the room, Logan grunted. “Wade? Did you talk to your mom? I gave in and put liquor in your cup so you can-... oh.” Seeing him all curled up and snoring with the old woman, he smirks, Rolling his eyes.

“Tch… Mama’s boy..”

[ahhnini]

Heyyy your writing is so good!! I'm so hooked thank you so much for thattttt...

SO...(IGNORE IF YOU HATE IT, SORRY IF I MADE YOU FEEL UMCOFORTABLE!!!!) I was dying on your cheater ex rafe cameron and oh my god perfection very happy and fluff at the end but if you make like, a alternate destructive ending?? Maybe Rafe comes back from the rehab and apparently he moved, he has a healthy relationship with the reader and jason but... When Rafe is alone with the reader hes the old rafe, hitting on reader and all that and the reader keeps getting confused and tempted because maybe Jason is a bit off or Jason is TOO perfect and the reader never stopped loving Rafe and one day the reader gives in and feels terrible afterwards but then realizes that they belong to Rafe. Also a scene where Rafe and Jason get into a fight and unknowingly the reader goes to Rafe's aid instead of Jason's... IDK I LOVE YOUU BYEEEE

a night to remember - cheater!ex! rafe cameron x cheater!reader

part one / part two

synopsis - an enchanting night with rafe has you contemplating your relationship with your boyfriend

tysm for the request!! i’m glad you’re enjoying this little series!! (dw you didn’t make me uncomfy at all!) hope you like this!

warnings - alternate ending to better things & I wish you love (please read those two parts first!), alcohol consumption, infidelity (from reader), implied sex, relapsing mention, canon divergent, gaslighting (from reader), profanity, slow burn

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

word count - 3.8k

divider credits - roseraris

a/n - can yall tell laufey is one of my fav artists 😭

ask box is open for requests!

rafe felt like an outsider. he felt like his life froze after he left for rehab. now that he was back in the obx, he watched as everyone’s lives moved on, including yours, while his stood still.

meanwhile, your relationship with jason was going…okay. truth was, he was fine. the honeymoon phase was long over, now it feels like he’s becoming more demanding of your time.

you didn’t mind it at first, it’s nice to spend time together, you think. you were happy to spend time with your boyfriend. it made you feel loved

but then he became more clinger. and it made you uncomfortable because now all he ever wanted to do was be with you. he’s now bringing up topics you weren’t particularly comfortable with, such as marriage and kids. while you’d love to talk about these things with him, it unsettled you. he was passionate about these things, and almost made it seem like he was manifesting it for you two. you don’t engage in the conversation, just softly humming and nodding your head. because,

he’ll stop eventually, right?

except, he hasn’t. you two were at a party, it was at one of his friend’s houses. it was in full swing, strobe lights blasting and people dancing to music you didn’t listen to. you were in the backyard, drink in your hand while jason had his arm around you while he rambled your ear away about nonexistent wedding plans. it started to really annoy you, so you made the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom to touch up.

reluctantly, he agreed. you handed him your drink as you walked inside the house. it was dark, so you held onto the walls to use as your guide. you didn’t actually know where the restroom was, you just needed to get away from your overbearing boyfriend.

then, you see him. rafe.

he was back? when? your mom never bothered to tell you. but then again, you barely see her anymore so maybe she knew. you stare at him with wide eyes, hoping the dark ambiance of the party didn’t let him see you standing like a creep. you find a quiet corner and sigh, clutching your chest. it was a feeling you were all too familiar with, it was the same feeling you had when you first started dating rafe and your current boyfriend jason.

why is he making your heart flutter again? you thought you were over him. you bring out your phone from your pocket and text jason

hey, not feeling well. think i’m gonna go home.

okay, i’ll drive you. meet me out front

grabbing your things, you meet your boyfriend at the front yard.

rafe was conflicted. he didn’t want to be at this party, but at the same time, it made him feel welcomed. he knew people would be doing drugs here, it was a given to any party on figure eight, almost like a ritual. he knew there was a chance that he would relapse again, but he trusted himself enough to not give into the temptation.

only a few people knew where he truly went. his family and yours knew that he went to rehab. everyone else? they were told he had some business overseas.

he just wanted to feel at home again. and that’s when he saw you. he had been grabbing a beer from one of the coolers in the backyard, and he saw your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you; he was saying something, and you looked visibly bored. this was the first time he saw you and your boyfriend after he left, and he noticed something was different. as he stares at you for a couple more moments, he sighs, knowing your relationship was none of his business and makes his way back inside the house.

you looked drained, he thinks. again, he shakes those thoughts away, opening his beer and taking a sip. he stares at the floor, not caring about the girl who's eyeing him across the room. he sees her, she was definitely not making her advances subtle. rafe rolls his eyes at her, even though he knows she can't see him. he quickly downs the beer before deciding he's had enough of the night. he's caught up with the people he hasn't seen in a while, had a couple of drinks and had his fun on the makeshift dance floor. he shoved his way past the girl, who attempted to grab his shoulder in the process, and went to his bike parked outside.

your head hurt. after jason dropped you off last night, you slumped on your bed and he went home. here you were, staring at the celling, not knowing what time it was, hungover. you hold your head in your hands as you try to relieve your headache, ultimately deciding to go downstairs to have a drink of water.

no one's home, good. your family won't see you hungover and give you a three hour lecture about why drinking is bad. you quickly chug down a glass of cold water, feeling hydrated immediately. you make yourself a bowl of cereal and slouch on your sofa, staring into space.

you think about rafe, god damnit. he hasn't occupied your thoughts in so long. you shove spoonfuls of cereal in your mouth as you become frustrated with your own mind, turning on the tv to distract yourself.

should you unblock him? he seems in a much better state from when you last saw him. you bite your lip as your finger hovered over the unblock button. quickly, you tap it, letting a breath out you didn't know you were holding. that's the easiest part done, you think. you stared at the empty text conversation, breath quickening once again. you hesitate. you have a boyfriend, you're in a loving relationship, what were you doing?

you fight with yourself. you don't know if it was the headache or your impulses taking over, but you did it. you texted rafe. you told yourself that you two could still remain friends. you were waiting for a text back, only sending a simple hey. you tapped your fingers on the back of your phone case, ears perking up at every notification. you shouldn't be feeling like this, you tell yourself over and over again.

you don't know how you got here. you were at a cafe with your boyfriend and...rafe? he responded to your text, and wanted to meet up for coffee. you were still reluctant to be with him, alone, so you asked him if jason could come as well. rafe agreed. it was awkward, and all three of you sat in absolute silence, taking occasional sips of coffee and breaking off your croissant to eat.

jason clears his throat, and you look at him for what he was going to say. “how’ve you been?” he says, asking rafe. his response was dry, “fine.” you let out a small hum, trying to dissolve the tension. rafe glances at you, then looks down at his plate. you speak up, “it’s good seeing you again, rafe. glad you’re doing better now.” rafe nods. “alright — it’s obvious there’s some tension here,” jason says your name, “why did you want to meet up with him in the first place?” you lick your dry lips before speaking, “uh, just wanted to…clear the bad blood…wanted to be friends again. it’s not good, actively attempting to avoid each other on the island.” rafe nods his head, “yeah, what I did to you was…horrible to say the least. but, it’s been a long time, and I’m sorry.” your eyes widen, he’s apologizing? rafe, apologizing? you thought you’d never hear it. you stare at him before replying, “I— thank you for apologizing rafe. uh, like I said in our texts, I’m ready to start a friendship with you,” you sigh. jason’s eyes narrow, before interrupting what you were gonna say next, “just friends, right?” “of course, babe”

it was a warm, sunny day. rafe invited you and jason on his yacht for a picnic. things were going well, but you wished you could be with rafe without your boyfriend breathing down your neck. it was seriously starting to bother you. it made you feel insecure that your boyfriend couldn’t trust you to hang out with a friend. did he think you were unfaithful? you were above that kind of thing, you think. you put a piece of cantaloupe in your mouth as you watch the boys swim through the water. you lay down, staring at the blue sky.

after a while, you noticed you didn’t hear any splashing, and become concerned. you immediately stood up and looked at the blue water, not seeing any bodies moving. oh god, oh no. your mind goes to the worst scenario possible and you move to the lower deck to bring out the buoys. you hold two buoys in each of your arms and prepare to go into the water. when you reach the top step of the ladder, you feel a pair of arms quickly wrap around your legs. having no time to react, you scream as you fall down and splash into the cold ocean. you quickly swim up and gasp for air, your face in shock. you turn around and see jason and rafe snickering like little boys. your face twisted and you bite the inside of your cheek in annoyance, throwing the buoys that strayed from your arms in their direction. “not funny,” you grumble. “oh, c’mon, it was a little funny,” jason replies as he comes behind you and grabs your waist gently, guiding you back up the ladder. as you wrap the towel around your wet body, you softly chuckle. jason and rafe getting along, you thought you’d never see the day.

your friendship with rafe was going better than expected. you were both at tannyhill, hanging out at his living room. jason went to cancun for a week, and he was coming back in a few days. the awkwardness between you and rafe dissolved, and you both were playing monopoly while a low-budget movie plays in the background. “so,” rafe drags out, “how are you and your little boyfriend?” “we’re doing good…” you say, quietly, hesitating to tell him about your boyfriend’s current…problems… you look at him, there was a glint in his eyes that looked all too familiar. you missed it — what? you subconsciously shake your head, stop, you have a boyfriend. you two are just friends now. “it’s your turn to roll,” rafe says, pulling you away from your thoughts, “huh? oh, sorry” “what’s on your mind?” rafe asks, gently putting his hand on yours. “nothing, I just miss jason I guess,” you don’t move your hand, letting him intertwine your fingers with yours. “waiting for him to take you away from me again?” he exaggerates a pout, and you roll your eyes. there’s that old rafe. he never truly left. “it’s your turn, now,” you reply, ignoring his snide comment. rafe sighs, letting go of your hand, “i’m bored and hungry. do you wanna order delivery or something?” “yeah, sure.” he pulls out his phone, “what are you in the mood for, sweetheart?” your heart flutters at the nickname, and you stumble over your words, “i’m down for whatever, honestly.” “pizza?” “sure, why not,” you shrug. he nods his head as he pushed a couple of buttons on his phone, and you stare at the floor. “got it, a simple pepperoni pizza; your favorite,” he smiles before continuing, “it’ll be here in thirty.” “perfect,” you respond.

you laugh at a stupid joke rafe said, “stop! you’re gonna make me choke!” you said through your laughter, a greasy pizza in your hand. he softly chuckles and says your name, “it wasn’t that funny, why are you laughing?” “it was! your joke was hilarious, rafe,” you calm your breathing down, smiling at him. the weather cooled down by the time the pizza arrived, so you both ate by the pool, wading your feet in the water. rafe looks at you again, the same look he’s been giving to you all day, and the same look he gave to you when you were both still in a relationship. you take another bite of the pizza and stare out into the view. “you should stay the night, sweetheart,” rafe says suddenly, and you turn your head towards him. he’s been calling you that more often. you shake your head, “are you sure?” rafe gives you a boyish smile, “yeah, it’ll be like…old times. you don’t have to sleep in my room, but i’d like you to.”

“rafe. we can’t do that, I have a boyfriend, remember?”

“yeah?” he looks around, “but I don’t see him anywhere, and plus, we’ll be sleeping in the same bed as friends, not as a hookup or anything like that. like a…sleepover,” he was still a manipulative little shit. you sigh, knowing he always gets what he wants, “fine.”

this felt nostalgic, laying in bed with rafe. it was silly to think about; you vowed to never go back to rafe, and here you were, laying on his bed as you did many nights throughout your relationship. you felt guilty. even though you know this “sleepover” is platonic, you couldn’t stop thinking about the suggestive undertone it had. and you had a boyfriend who was out of town, how would he react?

“I can basically hear your thoughts, sweetheart,” rafe says, turning his body towards you. “stop calling me that,” you say, turning your head towards him. “why? you didn’t tell me to stop calling you that earlier,” he says, voice as smug as ever. under the blankets, he ghosts his fingers along your waist, prompting you to move closer to him. like routine, your body moves closer towards his, until he pulls your backside flush against his chest, mouth close to your ear as he whispers, “I know you still miss me, you’re not happy with him.” “rafe, we shouldn’t—this is so wrong—”

“I know, but it’s exciting, isn’t it? knowing your boyfriend won’t be here to interrupt,” you can practically hear him smirk.

he’s right, your boyfriend wouldn’t be here to interrupt. boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, your mind keeps saying. in a haze, you crane your neck towards him, and seal your lips together. he kisses back with more desire, inhaling you like you were his last breath. he wraps his arms tighter around your waist and changed position; him on top of you. you both continue making out, your head in a daze as you begin to undress rafe. he pulls the soft white sheets over the both of you, and you could’ve swore you heard him mumble finally.

you regret everything. you cheated on your boyfriend, and with rafe of all people. the ex who cheated on you. you wake up surrounded by the catastrophe that happened last night. clothes on the floor, messy sheets, the memory of rafe’s touch lingered on your skin like a tattoo, and you turn your head to see him peacefully sleeping. last night lit up the spark that dwindled between you two.

fuck, you still love him. you gently brush his hair away from his face, and sigh. god, you were so, so stupid. you sat up, checking your phone, and seeing a text from jason.

hey! just got back! heading over to your place in 10 ❤️

he sent that twenty minutes ago. you’re hoping your mom didn’t tell him you were at rafe’s, but judging how he’s not rampaging through tannyhill at the moment, you assumed she didn’t. you can’t believe it. your feelings for rafe never left after all. you stand up, regret and guilt fill your aura as you pick up your clothes from the floor and dress yourself, leaving tannyhill.

it was all you could think about. jason was having tea with your mom when you came through the front door, your mom telling him that you spent the night at a friend’s house. he kissed you, and you recoiled. he looked at you confused and excused himself from the table with your mom, heading upstairs to your room.

you still smelled like him. did he notice?

you sat down on the bed and he holds up the bag of souvenirs, saying that it was all yours.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all throughout my trip. it sucks that we didn’t have any service, but I bought you gifts that reminded me of you,” he says sweetly. “t-thank you…” you trail off, staring at him with guilt.

how were you supposed to tell him?

he sits down with you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you. “you okay?” “yeah, yeah,” he smiles, gently kissing you on the cheek. “you use a new perfume or something?” “uh—yeah, went shopping while you were away,” sweat forms in your palms. “oh, okay…hey, I wanna talk to you about something…about…rafe if you don’t mind,” jason says, while kissing you on your forehead. “yeah? what is it?” you say, quicker than you wanted to.

“he’s cool and all, but…don’t you think he likes you a little too much?” “what are you talking about, jason?” you hear him sigh, “just…I think we should keep our distance from him. don’t you think? he’s trying to get in the way of our relationship,” he plays with your hair while you stare at the floor. “I don’t think so, he’s just being polite. he’s changed, you know,” you shrug. “if being polite means flirting with my girlfriend, then hell yes he’s being polite,” his voice slightly raised. “what’s your problem?” you suddenly outburst, staring at him with angry eyes. “what’s my problem? what’s your problem?! i’ve been wanting to have this conversation with you ever since the cafe meet up. I thought it was so weird that you would want to become friends with rafe, especially with how you were complaining about him to me throughout the beginning of our relationship!” he lets out with a huff. “it’s almost like you still love him,” he quietly says.

that set you off

“can you hear what you’re saying right now? why would I be with my ex who I had a complicated past with! you’re paranoid, rafe and I are literally just friends and I swear by that,” you plead with him. his shoulders slump, defeated. he says your name, “you don’t notice it, but I do. this whole ‘friendship’ rafe has with you is gonna blow up sooner or later,” he slams your door, leaving your house. your mouth agape, you collapse onto your bed, tears flowing from your eyes.

jason hasn’t answered his texts or calls. it was starting to irritate you, but at the same time, you understood his frustration. you decide to stop contacting him after a while, letting him cool down.

you were at brunch at the country club with your mom. she invited you after she noticed you were feeling down, claiming that the sunlight should cheer you up. a couple of people in your age group were also here, gossiping while eating a late breakfast. usually, you don’t listen to it, but then you heard the names rafe and jason, and you froze. your head shot up and you began eves-dropping the table next to you. you listened until they said something about a fight at a party last night, and even though there was a chance that it was just gossip, there might still be some truth in there. you reacted fast, dropping your fork. you tell your mom and rose that you aren’t feeling well, and they were more than understanding.

you ride your bike through figure eight until tannyhill comes into view. what are you doing? jason’s house is down the street, check on him. as soon as you know it, you’re running towards the front door of tannyhill. you knock on the door, harsher than you expected, and you’re greeted by ward. “good morning mr. cameron, is rafe home?” “uh—yes, he is, but…he’s not in the best shape,” he says gruffly. so it’s true. you stare at ward for a moment before finally speaking up again, “I was wondering if I can still see him? please, mr. cameron.” he thinks for a moment, before finally opening up the door, “he’s upstairs, in his room.”

you knock on rafe’s door before coming in. he’s laying down, holding an ice pack and putting in on his black eye. his good eye widens as he sees you running towards his bed, hugging him. “rafe, oh my god! what happened?” he lightly groans, and you pull away.

“your little boyfriend happened, that’s what,” his voice is strained. “but—why—” “he said something about me ruining your relationship,” you see him roll his eyes before continuing, “jealous fucker.”

you stand up, exiting his room and walking over to the balcony. you run a hand through your hair as you press the call button on jason’s contact, answering immediately this time.

you practically scream at him though the phone.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you get mad at me for being friends with rafe and then beat him up?,” on the other line, jason chuckles, “I knew it, I knew you still had a thing for him.” your body tenses up, “no I don’t, i’m saying this because you beat up one of your friends for your own delusions!” jason says your name, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, “don’t play that game with me. I know what you and rafe did. you two slept together while I was away,” he scoffs, “heard from sarah. turns out she heard you two”

you go silent.

jason speaks up again, “anyways, we’re done, have fun with rafe. I hope he cheats on you again,” he hangs up.

you stand there, mouth agape, phone in your hand. things were happening too fast, you needed to sit down. before you know it, you’re stumbling into rafe’s room, face as pale as a ghost, and you lay down next to him.

“rafe, i’m so stupid,” you let out, he replies “yeah, sometimes you are, sweetheart.” he turns around, looking at you, holding your face with his free hand.

“he was a weirdo anyway,” you quietly speak, voice almost at a whisper.

you end up falling asleep on rafe’s bed. you wake up to him lightly playing with your hair. however, you keep your eyes closed, wanting to savor the moment. you really loved rafe. even though he treated you like crap throughout your relationship, you slowly realized that it was because that was the only way he knew how to love. him coming back made you realize that. and rafe never stopped loving you either. you open your eyes slowly and softly speak,

“I love you, rafe.”