#like im on the verge of tears for no fucking reason

[eddie-rifff]

my partner and my three closest friends who id normally talk to in this situation are all asleep so can someone please tell me everything is ok and i am not dying right this minute and im fine and everything is fine . etc

[natjennie]

sorry i havent been very active lately I've been having a real shit couple days idk why

[broke-on-books]

Keep getting pissed off & frustrated and now my stomach hurts

[itsalwaysdark]

how it feels to randomly get rly overwhelmed and frustrated and bitchy and feel like youre going insane

[kasaneteto]

wow. just swung by my old cafe to see how the remodel was going and found out that they have been open again for two whole weeks :) and nobody bothered to tell me :) very very fucking cool

[pepprs]

discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i don’t have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment

[yakisabajanai]

,,,

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bound and bruised

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, NONCON!!!!, r*pe, male receiving oral, choking, p in v sex, unwilling sex, kidnapping, blacking out, loss of virginity, dead dove do not eat (PLEASE heed the warnings)

“stop fucking screaming.” rafe grunts out as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“my knees!” you sob out. only moments ago rafe had shoved you down, bruising and scraping your knees against the rough flooring. you're sure they're going to be bruised by tomorrow.

“i don't care, bitch.” rafe says, gently slapping you on the cheek, more of a pat to get your attention back on him.

“you're being so mean.” you try to stand up, but rafes rough hand on your shoulder pushes you back down.

“stop trying to get away. you know you can't outrun me so you might as well just do as i say.”

“and what is it you want me to do?” you cross your arms as you glare up at rafe.

“easy.” he huffs out. “you're going to suck my dick.”

“your- your what?” you squeal, eyes widening when rafe reaches to his shorts, swiftly undoing the zipper and button, pulling the two sides of the flap open, but not pushing them down his hips yet.

“you heard me.” rafe smirks down at you, at the look on your face, one of confusion, verging on terror. “now im gonna take my dick out. and you're going to lick it.”

you try one more time to stand up, to flee and get away, but rafe is too strong, easily keeping you on your knees with one hand while the other frees himself from the confines of his clothes, kicking his shorts off before the underwear are also tugged down.

your eyes widen when you come face to face with rafes cock, hard and standing away from his body, much bigger than you could have imagined, but it fits his tall frame.

“i don't want to do this, rafe.” you whine. you've never sucked dick before, and you certainly don't want your first time to be with a guy you barely talk to.

“too bad. now lick it, it's for your own good.”

“what does that mean?” you question, but rafe doesn't respond, moving his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head as he pushes you forward.

your nose bumps his cock as you try to swivel your head out of the way, replaying rafes words in your head. 

you stick your tongue out, taking a cautious lick against his length. you make a face, spitting onto the ground. “this is gross, rafe!”

“you have about five seconds to start licking before i just shove my whole cock down your throat. go.”

you know rafes threat isn't an idle one, so you push away the oddly salty taste as you begin to lick, focusing just on the mid shaft, ignoring the pulsing head of his cock for as long as you can.

“put it in your mouth, come on. you gotta get it real wet.” rafe encourages you.

“for what?”

“suck me first and then you'll find out.” rafe says, guiding your head to the head of his cock.

you part your lips, placing them around the head of his cock, feeling the weight against your tongue as you suck slightly, not sure what you're supposed to be doing.

“shit- that's good. just be careful for your teeth. if you bite me, you'll regret it.”

you have no plans of biting rafe as your tongue flicks over his slit, finding the taste slightly more bearable now that you've gotten used to it.

“that's it, good girl.” rafe says, even though the only reason you take more of his cock in your mouth is his hand pushing your head down.

“cover it in spit baby, you'll be grateful when i fuck you.”

your eyes widen and you try to pull off. no way you're letting rafe fuck you and losing your virginity like this.

“oh, no you don't.” rafe warns, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock down your throat as you gag aggressively around him, more tears pooling down your cheeks.

rafe pulls you off after a moment as you sputter, coughing aggressively to get the tickle out of your throat.

“get up. im gonna fuck you now.”

“no!” you squeal. you really should know better by now. should just lay back and let rafe do whatever he wishes, but you still fight him and try to get away.

rafe tugs you up by your hair, your scalp burning as he pushes you against the daybed, warm from the sun shining down on it, comfortable and soft in sharp contrast to how rafe is treating you.

“now let's see if you got my dick wet enough for this not to hurt.” rafe makes quick and easy work of your clothing, flipping the bottom of your dress up and literally tearing away your underwear as you cry out, skin burning from the fabric.

“it'll be better for you if you relax.” rafe says, spreading your legs open for him, looking down at both your holes as your ass spreads for him, but even he isn't going to take it that far as his cock presses against your pussy.

you're not wet in the slightest, and despite the spit, it still burns as rafe pushes inside as you cry out, gripping onto the daybed, grabbing a pillow and tossing it back at rafe, who easily swats it away.

“don't piss me off or i wont give you any time to adjust.” he warns.

you manage to relax slightly, enough for rafe to push all the way inside as he sits for a moment with his cock buried in your cunt, the virginity you were planning on losing on your wedding night now ripped away from you.

“shit, you're fucking tight.” rafe moans. “next time i fuck you ill get you wet too. i bet if i lick your pussy you'll get soaked for me.”,

“you're not gonna fuck me again.” you growl out.

“i will. i own you now. your pussy is mine, baby.” rafe makes his point by pulling out then pushing his cock in with a hard, punishing thrust.

your defiant words are lost on your tongue as he moves, thrusting into you with a tight hold on your hips, keeping your ass in the air.

rafes moans and growls are loud and unafraid of the neighbors hearing, like him fucking a girl on his back patio is a regular enough occurance for them to not look.

you try to keep breathing, try to keep your cunt relaxed as his cock pushes in and out, your wetness slowly increasing from the stimulation.

“you like this, huh?” rafe smirks, hands moving to grip your ass, leaving red marks from his fingers as he squeezes at your plump flesh.

“it-it feels good.” you admit with shame, red flaring over your cheeks. no point in lying when rafe can literally feel the way your body is responding.

“and i haven't even touched your clit yet.” rafe chuckles. “you'll gush, baby.”

despite his words, rafe makes no movement for your clit. right now isn't about your pleasure as he pulls your body back onto his cock to meet his already hard thrusts.

“don't… don't cum inside of me. please.” you plead out, chest rubbing against the daybed as he moves you, nipples hard even through the multiple layers of fabric and padded bra.

“where should i cum then?”

“anywhere. my ass, my mouth-”

“ill go for mouth. but get on birth control because im gonna flood your pussy next time.” rafe continues thrusting until you feel his cock swell inside of you.

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your back. you only have a second to take a quick breath before rafe is kneeling over you, shoving his cock between your lips as his hand strokes his base.

the second your lips close around his head, he's cumming, filling your mouth with the salty taste as you swallow it down, somehow seeming more pleasing than trying to spit it all out.

“that's a good girl.” rafe pats your cheek before turning to splay out next to you on the day bed as your chest heaves, pussy feeling stretched and sensitive.

“you wanna cum?” rafe asks. “i can rub your clit.”

“i don't want you to touch me ever again.” you say, adrenaline wearing off as tears form in your eyes once again.

“i wish you wouldn't say that type of thing, baby.” rafe frowns, reaching over to wrap his strong hand around your neck. your body flails as you try to hold onto the last bit of oxygen, but ultimately you give out, vision going black.

you wake up much later. you're not sure how long, but it's been multiple hours, your throat is dry from lack of water and rafe choking you until you blacked out.

“see what happens if you misbehave?” rafe asks as your head snaps to look at him, not even realizing he was in the room.

you look down at your wrist, handcuff wrapped around it, connected to a chain, which is secured to the very bed you're sitting on.

“now.” rafe smiles wickedly, moving to the edge of the bed. “about touching your clit…”

[talaok]

Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again 

"Sir I need you to calm down"

"I will as soon as you answer my questions"

"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"

And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?

But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine

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And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.

"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"

He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.

She's ok

She's ok

She's ok

That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.

"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"

The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"

"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.

He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.

She's ok

"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.

"hey"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek

"not great"

"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"

"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"

"what is it, sweetheart?"

"I was just... I was s-so scared"

"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"

"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"

He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,

"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"

You couldn't help but snort at that

"oh so this is about you then?" you joked

"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"

"oh no what did you do?"

"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you

"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently

"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time 

"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled

"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"

Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason

"I love you" you whispered

"I love you more, sweetheart"

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"i thought you got possessed-" ft. luffy!

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: you're pms-ing and he is such a dumbass. but that doesn't mean he isn't out here being the bestest boy ever. (please excuse his dumbassery, he was dropped on his head as a child)

warnings: none! very wholesome lol

- please dont get confused, this man has no idea how periods work - like how is it humanly possible for you to bleed and then stay alive and kicking? seems made up tbh - one eventful evening (before you both started dating), you and nami had to sit him down and give him a long-ass biology lesson, explaining what the whole phenomenon is, what pms-ing is and yada-yada - before this, he firmly believed that every once a while a demon possessed you all (and he saw absolutely no issue with that, what a fucking icon) "ohhh" he's laughing, "so that's what it is? i thought you guys like got possessed" "excuse me?" nami's on the verge to hit him in the head again and you're wondering if the constant hits are the reason luffy's braincells are (half) dead "i see, i see. i get it now" - he lied, he still doesn't quite get it - but its fine - so, it is just another random tuesday and (post-dating) you know syou love luffy. but holy shit, if he yelled "YN DOLPHIN!! LOOK LOOK A DOLPHIN! SUGEEEEEE" and giggled again, you might yell at him. you really do love him but if he stole your food one more time, you're convinced you might smack him too. "luffy" your voice was unusually low, devoid of any warmth, "stop that." "whatt" he whined, grinning afterwards as he scooped up more food from your plate "luffy. i said STOP IT." your voice rose higher and silence hung uncomfortably over the dinner table - luffy just looks at you dumbfounded - the way you're fisting your hand on the table and looking at him has the crew afraid that youre gonna murder the captain in cold blood - well, i mean ur considering the possibility too, so, you mumble a half-ass apology and return back to your room to be alone - lying against the soft sheets, you can smell the citrus detergent and oh boy, now you feel guilty - i mean god, that's luffy, that was nothing out of the ordinary for him. why did you yell at him? fuck, are you a horrible girlfriend?? - oh boy, now the tears are welling up too - "yn?" luffy whispers as he slips into the room, closing the door behind him and now you're really crying - i mean look at him, why did you yell at him? - "im so sorry, i don't know why i yelled at you, that was so shitty of me-" "hey, it's okay" he's hugging you tight, "you did nothing wrong, i can be a little bit dumb sometimes. i should have not taken your food" "what? no, i am not mad about that. i, i dunno-" you sniff, "maybe i'm just pms-ing?" "huh??" - took a while for him to remember but now that you've jogged up his memory, he looks so guilty, so, he spends the entire evening apologizing and offering you food, he even promises that he wouldn't point out dolphins every time he sees them (you had to reassure him that he can continue doing that)

- but now onwards, this lovely himbo tries to keep in check what he's saying, often giving you a lingering look as if asking "this is fine right?"

- but now you've got your personal defender!! - ussop made a joke and you're not laughing (because it wasn't that funny tbh) and luffy is ready to smack ussop and tell him to "not annoy" you. zoro is being dumb and luffy can see it on your face that he's pissing you off lowkey, so, he will actually tell zoro to not be a dick - mf just starts picking up fights left and right for your sake and now you have to give him another long ass lesson to make it stop - ps: he does not stop. - this man turns into a chihuahua, anything bothering you must be struck down. - very, very observant from now on too. he needs to make sure you're feeling good - also asked sanji to make your favourite desert - he just loves you so much and wants you to be as comfortable as possible (still doesn't know how female anatomy works though-)

a/n: omg i luv him such a dumbass

zoro's link <3 sanji's link <3

[ladydigianna]

incorrect quotes || rise of red ft. y/n

|| note: this is fictional yall

|| pairings: rise of red x reader

|| sfw

|| from the author: have fun reading hehe ^^

-incquotes under the cut-

Hook: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Uliana: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Chloe: I thought the animals might be lonely.

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Ella : Come on, Bridget. Nobody actually believes that Charming is in love with me. Bridget, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Charming is helplessly in love with Ella. *Everyone raises their hand* Ella: Charming, put your hand down.

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Morgie: Why are you drinking? Maleficent: I drink when I'm depressed. Morgie: But you're always drinking? Maleficent: *smug grin*

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Charming, to Ella: You wanna fight? All right, let’s take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand—

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Hook: I’m a reverse necromancer! Y/n: Isn’t that just- Maleficent: No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You are literally so fucking unfunny that it hurts. It physically hurts my body knowing that people still think murder is funny. I cant believe im saying this but do you guys know how chronically online you all are, thinking that saying “oOh iM a rEVeRsE nECrOmANcER i LOvE tO kiLL pEOpLe” is genuinely funny and will get everyone in the room shitting themselves from laughter?? cause its not. It’s fucking not. In fact, its the unfunniest fucking joke ever. Not just any joke about killing people. This one specifically. Its so unfunny and stupid. Nobody is fucking laughing at that, Hook. It makes you look like a greasy emo kid who has never been outside once in their life and uses tumblr religiously. Like not even the funny side of tumblr. the fucking unfunny side filled with overused jokes about murder and illegal acts. Honestly, youre so unfunny, Hook. Fuck you.

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Cinderella: Damn, the power went out. Y/n: Don’t worry, I got this. Y/n: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* Cinderella: What-? Y/n: I swallowed a glow stick! Cinderella, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

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Red: I can't imagine what Hades is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

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Hades: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are. Y/n: Me. Hades: No. Hades: Me.

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Hades: Do you guys hear something? Maleficent: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

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Hades: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. Uliana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Red: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Queen of Hearts: Did Chloe say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Red: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Hook: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. Morgie: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

[lingeringdesires505]

maybe its for the best

rin itoshi x reader

angst

rin can’t stop blaming himself, he knows hes at fault, that hes the reason the two of you had broken up. rin’s life mainly revolved around soccer, until he met you. all his life, his only goal was to beat his brother, itoshi sae, and show him how he too could be good at soccer. little did he know, he would be so caught up in his obsession with competing against his brother would ruin a relationship he had cherished so much.

28 April, 10.58 p.m.

The night you two broke up, it was after one of his late night trainings. despite being tired and burnt out, he still stayed back after training, pushing himself to his limit, in hopes that his skill would be up to par with his brother’s.

you laid in your shared bed with him, wondering when he would come home. his soccer training should have ended at 9 p.m., yet he was still not home. seeing the clock almost striking 11, you became more and more worried about your lover. you had sent him multiple texts, but none were read.

“he must be staying back after training again,” you thought to yourself. despite the constant reminders not to overexert himself, and that he should rest more, rin never listened to you. he would either brush you off, saying it was no big deal and that he wasnt tired, or just ignore you. you understood that he was feeling lots of stress especially with the upcoming soccer match, but you just couldnt stand there and see him destroy himself like this. it certainly wasnt healthy and beneficial for his physical or mental health.

as you reached the stadium, you saw a familiar figure doing his routines.

“rin! ive been worried about you. its already 11 p.m., you should come home and rest!” you called out to him as you ran towards him.

“ just a few more minutes…im almost done. after im done, we can go home, okay? “ he said without looking back to you.

as much as you wanted to let him finish, you could already tell he was extremely tired. the sweat running down his forehead and muscles, the heavy panting that you knew all to well — he was already pushing his limits, if you were to let him continue, he might over exhaust himself, doing more harm than good to his body.

“ rinnie, please, youre at your limit already, please just stop! youre going to hurt yourself at this rate! “ you begged him to stop, but he wouldnt listen. tears started to well up in your eyes as you grew more and more anxious, why wouldnt he just stop hurting himself like this and listen to you?

it wasnt long before rin snapped.

“do you really think im that weak?! besides, what i do to my own body is none of your business! youre just another obstacle in the way of my success, just leave me alone you lukewarm piece of shit, god damn it!” he shouted, his eyes filled with anger as he finally looked over to you.

that was when he realised he fucked up.

his heart ached as he saw hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. no, wait, he didnt mean it!

“please baby, wait, i didnt mean it. im so sorry i said that, please..” he immediately stopped what he was doing to run towards you, forcefully hugging you, frantically apologising.

you didnt say anything. you couldnt say anything. you were in disbelief — the man that you had loved with all your heart, the man that you cared for so deeply, wanted you to leave him alone? was this truly the way he felt about you? just an obstacle? a lukewarm piece of shit?

“baby please, i didnt mean any of that… its all my fault, i know you want the best for me. forgive me please… please, say something!” this time, rin was the one of the verge of tears.

“so that’s how you feel about me?… you want me to leave you alone?…” you managed to stutter out, trying hard not to start bawling on the spot. how could he say something so hurtful?

“fine. if that’s how you want it, dont contact me ever again rin, it’s over between us.”

you ran back to your car before rin could react and slammed the door shut, driving off to your shared apartment to pack your things and move out. you weren’t just angry, you were upset.

you couldnt believe this was how your relationship with rin was going to end. you always thought of rin as someone you would continue to love and care for, someone you would grow old with.

that night, rin laid on the grass in the stadium, looking up at the night sky, head filled with regrets, heart aching.

present

was it really worth it? rin always asked himself. sure, he managed to show to his brother that his soccer skills were excellent, but that didnt make him happy. in fact, after the two of you had broken up, nothing made him happy. how could he be happy without you? he was struggling to even live a day without you.

rin would spend countless sleepless nights scrolling through his photo gallery, looking at photos you had forced him to take with you. the poor man couldnt even sleep without your scent. he would often try and find old articles of clothing you had left behind around the house — it was the only way he could sleep, with your scent.

he would spend many hours training, even if there wasnt any upcoming matches. he was desperate to find any sort of distraction to distract himself from thinking about you.

some nights after training, he prayed that you would still be there outside the stadium, waiting to drive him home. he prayed that he could see you again, hear your sweet voice and hearty laugh again. he was so desperate to hear your voice again, he didnt care if he had to hear your nagging or your complaints, he just needed to hear you again, to see that pretty face of yours.

rin always thought about how foolish he was. before he met you, he felt that unfortunate things always happened to him. he always thought about how terrible and unlucky his life was. that was until he met you. you were like a blessing from heaven, an angel that came and brightened up his dull, lukewarm life. he wished he had known how to appreciate you earlier. if only he had opened his eyes and see how much you had loved and cared for him.

it feels like torture scrolling through your instagram page, seeing you move in with your new boyfriend, seeing you have dinner dates with him. he knows your new boyfriend treats you way better than he ever did, and he feels happy that your being taken good care of, but deep down, his heart was being ripped into shreds. it felt so wrong, but he couldnt stand the thought of you laughing, or smiling for another man. you were already moving on with life, getting ready to marry your boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do about it.

rin accepted that he could never be at peace with himself, especially since he had fucked up the only good thing in his life. it was too late for regrets, the only thing he could do now was make sure that you were safe and happy from afar.

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@lingeringdesires505 2024

[miniversse]

⭑ “silhouette” pt. 2 ⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ changbin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol changbin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), releasing, use of pet names (binnie, angel)

⭑ note: last part of this series! been procrastinating it for some reason but it’s iffy. please show both parts some love!

⭑ minors dni

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some things were too good to be true, and that’s exactly how changbin felt. his hands traced the spots you’re body ached for to be touched, and his fingers would strip anything that kept your body from becoming one with his. he no longer was the silhouette you admired, rather he was the man you desired…

you cradled his lap on the couch, tongues gliding over one another and intertwining. your hands were drawn to his muscular figure, rubbing at his abs under his shirt. the other hand was holding onto his toned muscles. you felt like you were on the verge of tears after being so distant from touch, from love, from care. his kisses turn into small pecks and eventually stop to look into your eyes, searching for hesitation.

“y/n, i need to know if you’re fine with me doing this.”

you nod, not being able to voice anything due to the feeling between your legs.

“y/n. answer me with words please” his voice became impatient and stern, anticipating this as much as you were.

“yes, yes”

he bites his lower lip at your response, his heart beating faster through your touch.

“fuck. undress me angel” he tore his jacket off, waiting for you to help him. your hands pull at the fabric of his shirt, revealing his muscular body. his skin was smooth and his abs were perfect. he was sculpted by the gods without a doubt. your fingers move to the button of his pants, struggling to be undone with his obvious erection.

you’re lips were on his again, shy to move into him, but his hands rest on your ass to push you closer to him, your pussy gracing his length. you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, and he whispers you name in response.

“ride me angel, you’re making me go crazy” he raises your body to push you into him, and you grab into his shoulders while he slides you down his never ending, thick cock.

“fucking hell” his whispers filled the quiet night, and his mouth is hanging open, observing the way you wrapped his dick. you felt alive again, and your body moved up and down, slamming onto his torso every time.

your collective moans made the room feel warmer, and so did his length. everytime he would reach the end of your walls, your soul would leave your body with no hopes of coming back. whenever you opened your eyes to look at him, it would be enough to make you reach your orgasm. his sweaty arms, sex expression, toned abs and sweet nothings drove you to the brink of insanity.

“fuck yeah, just like that princess” his fingers move from your neck to your nipples. he rubbed circles around them and placed kisses, turning your mind foggy.

“binnie, t-touch my pussy please” you don’t feel ashamed anymore, rather you felt more desperate for him to fuck your body dry. he listens and moves down to the very beginning of your folds, trying to fixate his arms as you pounced up and down his pulsating cock. two fingers gently lay on your clit, circling them with patience and care. endless whimpers of your name slip from his mouth, and so do your grunting moans.

“im - fuck - im gonna come soon” you let him know, hoping he would do the same with you.

“y/n, fucking hell” he couldn’t warn you before he did so, releasing his warm fluids inside of you. his fingers didn’t stop moving and your body slammed into him one more time before groaning at the pleasure washing over you, making his fingers wet in the process. your head falls on his broad shoulder that rose up and down, trying to catch his breath again.

you didn’t let him pull out of you, rather you both sat there taking in the moment. his head falls back, leaving his glowing neck exposed for you. you nibbled and kissed at his neck until there was no more space left for you to fill.

“let this happen again angel. ok?”

“mm, but in your place next time.”

“why so?”

“i want to be the silhouette i’ve always dreamed to be”

and with that you were locking your apartment door and rushing to his apartment in the cold night, holding his hand.

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Search & Rescue part 3

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader

Warnings: cursing, angst (some at the very end as well, if you read between the lines) heavy drinking/smoking/drug use, soft dom lo’ak, oral, p in v, choking, biting, praise kink (if you squint), slight voyeurism kink, creampie.

Synopsis: Lo’ak has a bit of a reputation that he’s been trying so hard to break out of. He just needs the right girl to come and rescue him. Looks like he found her tonight.

🔞mdni🔞

It had been exactly a month since you left lo’ak. He had been counting the days miserably. You took this time away from him to focus on yourself. You became a trainer for the younger warriors. You started spending more needed time alone. Reflecting on everything you wanted to accomplish, everything you wanted to do. You were elevating while lo’ak was spiraling out of control.

When you left, he drowned himself in his thoughts. Drinking from sun up to sun down. Isolating himself from everyone he loved. He recently indulged in a new habit. When he visited the lab, as he did often, he found a secret stash of Xanax. He didn’t know what it meant, but he read the effects on the bottle, and that was all he needed. Something to numb him from the pain he was feeling.

He’d tell people he was sick to get out of duties. He’s lied to the people that cared about him just to hide his addictions. The only person who wasn’t buying it was Neteyam.

“Lo’ak? I-I just came by to check on you. No one has seen you for a while. We’re all worried. I’m worried.” Neteyam’s calm voice was muffled through the hut door. Lo’ak laid sprawled out on the cot, looking up at the ceiling as tears ran down his still face. Smoke filled the hut, and empty alcohol bottles piled around him. Neteyam noticed the smoke seeping through the bottom of the door, and that was his last straw.

“Lo’ak! Im coming in, I don’t know what’s going on with y-“ Neteyam spoke as he opened the door, immediately cut off by lo’aks state. Neteyam coughed, fanning the smoke out of his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Neteyam asked in a concerned tone. Walking alittle closer to lo’ak. “You know…I was really trying to reinvent myself for her. Then that bitch came in and ruined everything. Now look at me.” Lo’ak chuckled deliriously, reaching over to grab the alcohol bottle, taking a few gulps before placing it down on the ground lazily.

Neteyam sighed, backing up against the wall before sliding down. “This won’t get her back. You do know that? You’re a drunk mess, lo’ak. You need help. And I’m here for you.” Neteyam confessed, looking around lo’aks dirty hut.

“I-I need her to come save me. So, maybe it will bring her back. I need her, more than words can describe.” He slurred, tears welling in his eyes. And there it was, the pain again. He hated when the drugs wore off, it meant he had to sit with his feelings, and he refused to do that. He reached next to him, grabbing the bottle of Xanax.

“What’s that? Huh? LO’AK!” Neteyam shouted, as lo’ak ignored him. Hurrying to take a handful of the pills, chugging them down with his favorite alcohol. “Something to numb the pain. It’s fine.” Lo’ak strained, wiping his mouth of the access drink running down his chin.

“Oh wow.” Neteyam said in disbelief, almost on the verge of tears as he watched his younger brother drown himself in sorrow. “Y/n CANNOT rescue you from this. And it’s selfish of you to think that she can.”

“Call me what you want, neteyam. She likes to save, and I like to be saved. So I’m just playing my part. I need her back. You don’t understand.” Lo’ak spoke in an exhausted tone. He was dying slowly. He was too sad to eat, drink, shower. His eyes were low and heavy, and he was getting skinnier by the day.

“You always show her your worst. How about you give her your best for once!” Neteyam shouted, face screwed in confusion. “So that I know it’s real…” lo’ak whispered, but loud enough for Neteyam to hear. “All these girls want to fuck me for one reason and one reason only.” He chuckled, taking another swig of alcohol.

“And what’s that, lo’ak?” Neteyam sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Lo’ak’s head snapped to Neteyam, eyes as wide as they could be in his state.

“Because they can’t get to you…” lo’ak muttered, finally sitting up on the side of the bed lazily. Neteyams eyes widened, hand dropping to his side. “What?”

“You don’t get it. You’re the best warrior here, next in line after dad…and then there’s me. You’re taken already. So who’s the next best thing?” Lo’ak started, and neteyams facial expression softened.

“Everytime they see me for who i am…they leave me. But y/n…she didn’t. She was willing to help me until that bitch ruined it. She was different. She didn’t want you, or another warrior. She wanted me, and I fucked it up. I’ll always come second to you, and I get that. But it wasn’t like that with y/n. She saw me, and stayed.”

“Lo’ak i didn’t know you felt that way. I-I just thought-“ Neteyam stuttered before being cut off. “You thought that I’ve been just fucking girls for the fun of it. Which is partly true, but not all.” Lo’ak sighed, throwing his head down into his hands, rubbing through his hair in frustration.

“All I’m doing is searching for a mate. I can admit that the way I’m going about it is reckless but….that’s the end goal.” Lo’ak finally admitted. Neteyam was speechless. He had no idea that lo’ak felt 2nd best to him. And he felt like a terrible brother for not realizing his pain sooner.

“Lo’ak i-I’m sorry. I had no idea that you felt this way. You never talk about this kind of stuff with me. But you can. I’m always here to listen. And I’ll do anything in my power to help you out of this mess.” Neteyam spoke calmly. Lo’ak’s ears shot up before his head did.

“Anything?” Lo’ak asked, eyebrow cocked as a smirk crept across his face. Neteyams eyes narrowed, eyeing his brother up and down all knowingly.

You had been training the young warriors in the common area all afternoon, and the sun was setting. You enjoyed it, and you were glad that Jake trusted you enough to take over since his youngest son had been MIA.

“y/n! I think I broke my bowwww!” Sarzí, your little sister, whined. Holding her bow up to you with teary eyes. You took it from her gently, examining the broken bow before you smiled.

“You know…I’ve broken so many bows when I was training?” You spoke softly, bending down to be eye level with the young girl.

“R-Really?” Sarzí sniffled, wiping her teary eyes with the back of her hand. You smiled, looking down at the broken bow.

“Oh yes! Jake would make me a new one every week. And mines were usually broken in half. Yours just needs alittle fixing.” You started, bringing her hands away from her eyes so that you could wipe her tears for her.

“How about you take mine. What do you say to that, huh?” You smiled, taking the bow from around your body. You little sisters eyes lit up, a bright smile creeping across her face.

“No way! Everyone is going to be soooo jealous!” She smiled, taking the bow out of your hands gently. “Fuck yeah they are!” You laughed, holding your hand up to give your sister a high five.“Fuck yeah!” Sarzí shouted, holding her hand up and your eyes went wide, looking around the common area.

“No! d-don’t say that you little twerp! Mom’s gonna kill me!” You laughed tickling Sarzí. She laughed as well before you pulled her in for a hug.

“Now go, ok? I’m ending the session soon, so we’ll leave in a few.” You smiled, pointing to the other warriors who were practicing. Your sister looked at you, and then slightly behind you, signaling that it was someone there.

“Teyam!” Your sister shouted in excitement, running past you to Neteyam. He swung her around a few times before picking her up in his arms.

“Sarzí! My favorite little warrior!” He chuckled, walking closer to you with your sister in his arm. You smiled at the interaction, meeting him halfway.“Neteyam.” You spoke firmly with a smile, signing a greeting to him as he did the same.

“Hey, do you mind if I steal your big sister for a quick second?” Neteyam asked Sarzí with a smile, placing her down on the ground. She nodded before looking up at you with a smile.

“Go ahead, I’ll come get you soon.” You chuckled before your sister skipped off to the other kids in the distance.

“How are you?” Neteyam asked, motioning for you to walk with him. “I’m doing well…better.” You nodded. You hesitated but the feelings you had for lo’ak were so strong, you just had to know:

“How’s lo’ak? Is he ok? I haven’t seen him in a while. Not that I’m looking for him, but I usually see him around.” You rambled before Neteyam stopped you.

“Y/n…” he sighed before stopping all movement, shifting to stand infront of you. His demeanor had changed to that of concern and fear.

“He’s not doing well. At all.” Neteyam shook his head, fiddling with his fingers anxiously. A confused look wiped across your face. Almost frightened for what Neteyam meant.

“He’s…on heavy drugs y/n.” Neteyam whispered the last part. Your eyes widened, and your stomach dropped to your feet. A wave of sadness washed across you quickly.

“He won’t leave his hut, and it’s a fucking mess. Alcohol bottles, pills bottles everywhere. He won’t eat, bathe, drink anything other than alcohol. He’s smoking more than usual and I just…I don’t know what to do.” He rambled, running his hands through his hair in frustration.“Do your parents know?” You asked.

“Hell no, and I don’t plan on telling them. They’d kill him.” he explained. You sighed, trying your best to hold back tears. It pained you to know that this was your fault, and that you didn’t even give him a chance to explain himself before you left that morning.

“He wanted me to tell you that he loves you, and that he wishes things could be different. He knew that you wouldn’t want to see him, so I came here to deliver that message.” He smiled weakly with nothing but sadness behind his eyes.

“Where is he? At his hut?” You asked. Neteyam nodded. “He’s been in there for a month.” He sighed. “Can you finish my training session with the children, and walk Sarzí home? Please? I’ll go talk to him.” You asked softly. Neteyam smiled.

“Of course. Please help my brother. He needs you.” Neteyam spoke lowly, caressing your shoulder before walking off in the direction of the children.

The walk to his hut was short yet nerve racking. This would be the first time you’d seen him since you left him. Something you swore you wouldn’t do, but the situation that transpired left you no choice.

You got to his hut door, and the smoke immediately filled your lungs. It was clear that he had been getting high all day as the smoke seeped out from under the door. You closed you eyes, bracing yourself for the worst but hoping for the best before you opened the door.

Smoke poured out of his hut causing you to choke before waving the smoke away. You were met with a whimpering/moaning lo’ak, curled up in a ball on his bed. He was shaking aggressively, and sweating. You let the room air out quickly before closing the door behind you.

“Lo’ak?” You muttered, walking closer to him. His pain and agony filled the room. You kneeled down beside him. You hesitated but finally ran your hand across his bicep. You flipped him around, and his eyes were closed, still whimpering in agony as he shook violently.

“LO’AK! LO’AK WAKE UP, BABY! PLEASE!”

You shouted, smacking his damp cheek a few times. With a loud gasp, he woke up. His eyes were wide and his breathing was heavy. He immediately wailed, tears running down his face as he screamed in pain.“Its alright, it’s alright! I’m here with you now!” Your voice was shaky as you wrapped him in your arms.

“I-im so sorry y/n! I’m so so sorry! Please don’t leave me! Please!” He whimpered, laying his head on your chest. You caressed the back of his head, swaying him back and forth in your arms.

“I’m not leaving! I’m here! Look at me!” You exclaimed, holding either sides of his head to get him to look at you. Your eyes locked with his desperate ones. “I’m here. I’m sorry for leaving you before, I just needed time. But I’m here!” You smiled at him lightheartedly. He sniffled, wiping his tears quickly. You swiftly walked to his drawer, grabbing a dry cloth before making your way back over to him. You wiped his face and chest as he stared at you.

“You wanna tell me what’s been going on? I talked to your brother, and he told me some shit I didn’t want to hear.” You glared at him, eyebrow cocked as you awaited an answer, still wiping his soaking wet body.

“I-ive been getting high and drinking more.” His voice was shaky, his teeth chattering against each other as he whimpered. Your eyes wandered to the ground beneath you, dozens of empty pill bottles laid out. Your head snapped back to him, with an all-knowing glare on your face.

“And I’m guessing you’re having withdrawals from….the weed right?” You asked sarcastically. He sighed, rolling his eyes as his body shook violently.“Xanax…o-only for the pain. It’s helps me.” He whined, wiggling under the dry towel.

“This is helping you? Look at you. You were a mess when I found you and you’re even worse now.” You chuckled, lightening the mood. He managed to snicker even throughout his pain.

“Yeah yeah. Because I need you, don’t you get it? The days we were together were the best. I didn’t even touch any alcohol, I was too drunk off of you.” He explained. You blushed, moving down to his legs with the cloth.

“As much as you love me, I cannot be your only motivation, your only source of happiness. It’s not healthy for you or me.” You confessed, glancing up at him before continuing to dry him off.

“But you ARE truly my only source of happiness. I don’t know what I’d do without you…as you can see. Just look at me. I know it’s not healthy, and I don’t want to put any pressure on you. But I can’t help the way I feel about you anymore. I refuse.” He confessed. You sighed, hesitating before speaking.

“I love you, lo’ak. Always will. And I’ll do anything to help you out of this. I hate seeing you like this.” You strained, on the verge of tears. He sat up slowly, caressing your cheek with his shaky hands. You nuzzled your head into his embrace, grabbing the back of his hand.

“It’s all my fault. And I’m a fucking idiot for letting myself get to this point. I’m a mess, and I understand if you’re done trying to rescue me. It’s not your job to do this.” He shook his head, rubbing his thumb across your cheek to wipe your tears.

“It is my job….as your girlfriend. I’m by your side no matter what. I’m not leaving you again.” You smiled, grabbing his free hand in yours as you two stared into each others eyes. You pulled him in for a well needed hug, and he obliged. Despite lo’aks state, your hug stopped his shaking momentarily. It was warm, and comforting until you realized he hadn’t bathed in a couple of weeks.

“Baby, when’s the last time you touched water?” You asked, voice muffled in his chest. His eyes widened, realizing that he’d made, yet another, terrible impression on you. “I-uhh…” he stuttered, looking around the room in embarrassment before letting you go.

“What am I going to do with you? Huh?” You chuckled, standing to your feet before you reached out for his hand. He smiled sarcastically, taking your hand to stand to his feet. You held his waist to keep him steady.

“I’ll be good from now on, I promise.” He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your neck, walking out of the hut with you.

You were sitting on the shore next to the stream. You were watching after lo’ak as he bathed in the river. He seemed to stop shaking once he hit the water, and he’d been in there for the last 20 minutes.

“You doing ok over there?” You asked, watching him grab water to throw on his chest.“Yeah, I’m feeling alittle better. I could still use a Xanax though.” He confessed, laughing to himself.

“Yeah right. Not on my watch. All of that shit comes out of your hut TO-MOR-ROW! No more drugs or drinking for a while.” You commanded.

“Damn, no weed either?” He asked walking closer to the waterfall, letting it run over his hands.

“NO WEED EITHER!” You shouted, glaring at him with a pointed finger. He hissed, walking into the waterfall to let it run over his entire body. You watched him intently, there was nothing else you could do.

He stood directly under the stream, letting it run down his hair and face. He’d occasionally run his hands over his face and through his hair, flexing his biceps and abs. There was a point where he reached down to grab his cock, stroking it softly as the water ran over it. Innocent to him but a turn on for you.

“Like what you see?” He spoke softly, completely breaking you out of your trance. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t.” You smirked, locking eyes with him.

“Then bring your pretty ass over here. I’ve been missing you like crazy.” He spoke lowly, so incredibly desperate for you. He ran his large hand down his body again, grabbing his cock to jerk it slowly. He stared in your eyes the entire time, eyes full of lust. As if he was ready to devour you whole. Your body tensed up, and your breathing hitched. He noticed a change in you immediately, and chuckled out loud.

“Just come bathe with me. That’s all.” He reassured, contradicting himself with his hand still stroking his cock. From the base, all the way to the tip, smearing his oozing precum.

“Mhmm, just bathing right?” You asked, eyebrow cocked as you stood to your feet, untying your cloths to let them drop to the ground. He eyed you up and down intently, keeping the same rhythm on his aching cock.

“Sure. Just come here.” He motioned with his finger, and you quickly obliged. Walking into the water towards him until you two were finally face to face. Your chest pressed against his defined abs as he looked down at you. He jerked his cock in the direction of your core, his swollen tip lightly pressing against your clit with every thrust into his hand.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He whispered “Oh yeah?” You asked, running your dainty hands up his chest.“Yeah. I haven’t had sex with any other girl since you left me. My body yerns for you and ONLY you now. No one can satisfy me the way that you do. Mentally, physically….emotionally. My body needs you, I need you.” He spoke low and sensual, placing his large hand on the side of your neck.

“I’m not fucking you, lo’ak.” You spoke in your melodic tone, caressing his strong arms as you eyed his abs and chest. He smirked, knowing that you two were way past that. You leaned in, kissing his damp chest, leaving small hickeys. He groaned, letting his cock go to reach around, grabbing your plump ass in his large hands.

You slowly slid down in his embrace, submerging yourself into the water until you were chin deep. Your hair was soaked from the waterfall, loose curls cascading down the sides of your head and into the water. You stared up at him with your lustful eyes as you licked his swollen tip.

“Oh! my fucking- stop looking at me like that.” He moaned, watching you explore his cock; licking every ridge, every vein. Sucking the precum out of his tip gently. When you heard those words he spoke, your eye contact darted up to his again.

You stiffened your tongue, gently flapping it against his hole, making him quiver under your embrace. “P-Please don’t tease me. I can’t take that right now.” He whimpered, caressing the back of your head. Seeing as he’d been through enough the past few weeks, you decided to give him what he wanted.

You grabbed the base to keep him steady in the water. Without warning, you took all of him in your mouth until the tip of your nose pressed against his pelvis. He whined loudly fisting your long hair, using it as leverage to thrust into your mouth softly.

You met his thrusts, bobbing your head on his shaft. You swirled your tongue around the entirety of his length, making him pout down at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he let out soft whimpers.

“Fuuuck! P-Please baby!” He cried, legs shaking from his in coming orgasm. It was no secret that lo’ak was a sex-a-holic, and he hadn’t released any tension since the day you left him. This would be the first time he had a proper release in an entire month, which was all new to him. So this one was going to be intense.

You sucked him one last time before backing up with a loud pop. You replaced your mouth with your dainty hand, pumping him at a steady pace. “Please what?” You asked, glaring up at him as spit cascaded down your chin. “Pl-please fuck me. I’m begging you.”

He whined, placing a finger under your chin. You grinned, standing before him. “Please…” he whispered, pulling you closer by your waist.

Without a second to spare, you pushed him up against the large rock behind the waterfall. You took the opportunity to kiss every inch of his chest, feeling on his strong arms that were wrapped around your waist. You pryed them off of you, pinning them to the wall as you stood on your tippy toes, attacking his unscathed neck. He bit his lip, watching you go completely feral on him.

He bent down, finding your lips to engage in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced with each other before you pulled away, a line of spit connecting the two of you. He took this opportunity to regain his dominance somewhat, turning you around so that your back was against the rock, him towering over you.

“Never knew you could be so nasty.” He spoke lowly, seductive. His hands were planted next to your head as he stared at you with nothing but sex on his mind. You could feel it radiating off of his wet skin. You managed to turn around in his embrace, backing your ass into his pelvis. He let out a breathily moan in your ear.

“For you I am. Only for you, my love.” You moaned, feeling his tip poke at your dripping entrance. Without question, he grabbed the base of his cock, sliding into you slowly. A series of loud moans fell from both of your mouths, so filled with desperation.

His hands slowly slid into fists on the rock, head buried in your shoulder to muffle his cries once he started thrusting into you. You held onto his wrists for support as your head laid back against his broad chest. His thrusts were hard and needy, almost as if he’d been dying for this moment.

“I-I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He whined in between small pecks to your neck, sending you spiraling. You were a moaning mess under him, tears already forming In the corners of your eyes from the constant pounding to your sweet spot.

“I-I’ve ngh!- i’ve missed you too, lo’ak.” You whimpered before biting your lip, trying your best to suppress your loud moans. He wrapped one of his strong arms around your neck, and you instantly gripped it. He used the hold on you as leverage to send you deeper strokes, deeper than he’d ever been before.

“Mmm lo’, i-its so deep!” You moaned through a clenched jaw, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pounded into you with no mercy.

“I-I know, I know! Just take it for me.” He moaned, eyes rolling to back of his head as well. His mouth slightly agape as his head laid upon your shoulder. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close, and so were you. Lines of your juices tricked down your thighs with every hard thrust. Your legs started to tremble and your stomach tightened.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” You whimpered, voice rippling from the pounding you were receiving. He sped up, loud clapping sounds taking over the still forest.

“Fuuuuck, I-I’m close too. B-But I don’t want this to end. Not yet, baby! I-I can’t!” He growled, pulling out of you for a moment before slamming back into you. His and your legs buckling for a second before you both regained balance.

“Yesss!!!” You screamed, feeling that lingering orgasmic feeling in your stomach for longer than you’d ever had. He repeated the action, pulling out of you to slam back into you with full force.

“Shit! You feel so fucking good!” He whined, a single tear falling from his eye. In between this action, he pumped into you hard and steady, maintaining your peek for as long as possible.

As soon as he felt you clench around him, he’d pull out and slam back into you. Your legs trembled from the edging, it was becoming too much for you.

“Lo’ak, I-I can’t take it.” You moaned deliriously, your body going limp under him. He held you up by your waist, pushing you against the rock, sandwiching you in to keep you up.

“Yes you can, baby. I can’t let this end yet, I need you!” He whimpered in your ear before nibbling on it, sending you hard strokes. You moaned loudly, leaning your head against the wall as your legs trembled. He pulled out again for a longer time. He watched you shake underneath him, so desperate for a release.

“Lo’ak please! I- i need to cum!” You moaned breathily, holding onto the rock for dear life as you trembled. “I-I’m afraid you’re going to leave me again. Just let me savor this.” He groaned, desperate for a release too. He slammed back into you, immediately thrusting into you at a fast pace.

“Lo’ak I SWEAR I-I’m not leaving you again! You don’t have to to worry about that…j-just let me fucking cum please!” You screamed.

“PROMISE!” He growled, his dominance and animalistic urges taking the forefront. He tightened his grip around your neck, making it hard for you to breath. “I PROMISE!” You strained, tapping his arm for him to loosen up.

“Cum.” Was all he said before sending you the hardest stroke of the night, leaving it there. You screamed loudly, legs trembling as your juices ran down your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you leaned back into him in complete exhaustion. Without a second to spare, he began to move inside of you again, chasing his own orgasm.

“Oh my fucking God! I’m cumming, y/n. I’m cumming, fuuuuck!” He whimpered, legs trembling against yours as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. He sent you another hard thrust, leaving himself deep inside of you as he painted your walls with his seed. The feeling alone could’ve made you cum for a second time.

“Yesss, give me all of it!” You moaned, bending over slightly, just for his seed to seep deeper into your womb. He held you tightly, sinking his fangs into your neck to suppress his muffled cries. The sharp pain making you hiss lowly. He detached, blood running down his lips as he licked your wound clean.

“I-im sorry. I got carried away. I-I didn’t mean t-“ he rambled before you cut him off.“I’m fine, lo’ak.” You moaned. He pulled out of you, watching the access cum leak out of your tight cunt. You turned around in his embrace, bringing him closer to you.

“You make me feel so good. Don’t apologize for that.” You shook your head, smiling up at him. He smirked at you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

After that, you two cleaned each other for the second time before making your way back to his hut. You got dressed in one of his huge t-shirts again, and curled up into bed with him. You two talked for most of the night before you knocked out in his arms. However, he couldn’t seem to sleep, not without his aid. He’d been doing Xanax for a month straight, and it was hard to just quit that.

As you slept against his chest comfortably, he held you tightly, glaring at the bottle of Xanax behind you. He couldn’t help the urge to down the entire bottle. And for what? You were literally in his arms, yet he still craved the drug. He sighed, reaching over you quietly to grab the bottle. He untwisted the cap, downing the 10 pills that were left. No water was needed, when he swallowed them.

He put the bottle back, wrapping you tightly in his arms before he closed his eyes. The voices in his head slowly died down as the drug consumed him. That numb feeling he had been searching for finally settling in as he drifted off into a deep…deep…deep slumber.

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✭ BUSY: Niko Omilana

Authors note: Niko is literally my fav I love him so much bro. Anyway he’s so underrated on this app so I just had to.

Warnings: just angst and maybe a little language?

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Your eyes were staring at the boy, completely blank of emotions as he uttered excuses you had heard plenty of times this week. For what seemed like the millionth time in a week, Niko had forgotten that you were supposed to hang out, and had busied his schedule with work meetings. It was always “I’m sorry, my love, work is so hectic right now.” You were over it.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate or value your relationship, you knew that wasn’t the case. Niko had since the start made it clear that you were his first priority and that work didn’t come before you nor you guys’ relationship. But this week it seemed like that wasn’t the case anymore.

It didn’t matter how many times you rescheduled, Niko forgot every single time, and it made you feel like an idiot for being so excited to spend time with your boyfriend when he didn’t even remember.

“Are you listening to me?” He calls out, noticing your lost gaze. You guys were standing outside of the Beta Squad’s filming location where you had shown up eagerly, thinking of countless things you and your boyfriend could spend the day doing. You had been leaning towards chilling in bed and ordering food when he had awkwardly scratched the back of his head, a guilty look on his face.

You instantly knew he had something else to do.

“Baby, im sorry.” He tried to reach out for you, but you turned away from him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Seeing that you were on the verge of a little breakdown, Niko felt so much worse. “Let me make it up to you. Tomorrow we can—”

“No, Niko.” You spoke, a harsh tone that had him stepping back a little. You were always so gentle when you spoke to him, no matter the circumstances. “I’m tired of getting excited to spend time with you, only to be left disappointed, again.”

He huffs a breath out in the slightly cold morning air. Niko’s getting annoyed now, but you can’t tell if it’s at you or himself. “I know, i know. It’s just— I can’t miss this.”

A part of you understood the pressure he was under. Being one of the country’s most famous YouTubers must’ve been stressful. Not only did he have a group he couldn’t disappoint, but his fans also expected the best content from him. Usually, you didn’t see him under such stress, he was much more relaxed, but lately a lot attention had been put on the group, and everyone was working overtime.

But another part of you still wanted to be appreciated by your boyfriend. It was childish maybe, but with your friends all in school and your family away, you felt alone.

“You go do that.” You nodded to the door where Kenny and AJ stood, watching the couple converse. The latter’s legs were bouncing and it seemed like they were short on time. “I’ll see you later.”

You turn around, not giving him a last glance. Niko is left to watch you walk away from him, a feeling of guilt settling deep in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck.” He curses, a hand coming to rub at his forehead.

“Niko! We gotta go, bro.” He hears Kenny call from him, his tone less playful then usual. Niko can only guess he understand the severity of the situation between you and him.

The Omilana doesn’t say anything, just nods unenthusiastically and walks over to his awaiting friends.

…

In your frustration, you had gone to your own apartment for the night, something which was unusual for you. You practically lived at your boyfriend’s, and most of your things were there. The only reason you hadn’t sold this apartment were for the few occasions Niko was on a work trip and you lived alone. Your apartment was only a few minute walk from the campus, so whenever he was away you stayed there for the time being.

But now it was different. You didn’t want to be around him and in some petty way, wanted to see if he could spend time away from you and still be okay. That was something you couldn’t.

A couple miles away, Niko was just entering his place, going through what he was going to say to you in his head. He had fucked up, massively, and therefore knew he had to make it up to you somehow.

Tucked under his left arm was a pack of your favourite chocolate he grabbed on his way, alongside a box of pizza. Also your favourite.

Tossing his keys at the table besides the door, Niko sets on looking for you. Firstly, he checks the kitchen where you’d often spend your time baking or cooking something up for the two of you. When he skimmed over the open room and you weren’t there, he just start looking around the whole place.

At some point he disregarded the food on the sofa in the living room. Panic settling in his chest when he’s looked everywhere besides his— or your— bedroom and he can’t find you nowhere. Gently, he pushes open the door, hoping and praying to find you sprawled across the bed.

You’re not here.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He’s scared now. The funny and uncaring Niko Omilana the world knows, completely gone and replaced. Without wasting a second more, he jogs out the room, grabs the food and his keys and leaves faster than he arrived.

As he jumps into the car and drives away from his home, he sets his phone up in its holder, scrambling to find your location. Niko is almost a hundred percent sure he knows where you are, but he has no room for more fuck ups and needs the confirmation.

An usual 10 minutes drive only takes him 7 quick minutes, and he’s out the car and running up the pathway to the door in seconds. People on the streets must think he’s gone crazy, running around like that at night. But he doesn’t care, he has to make it right.

Your halfway through applying your night cream when you hear three knocks echo through the apartment, the sound loud and forceful. Completely frightened, you drop the tube into the sink, the contents of it spilling out and the product getting wasted.

“No!” You shriek. It was probably the most expensive skin care product you had ever bought, and you hadn’t planned to buy one for a good couple of months. Shit. You’re snapped out of your nightmare when the knocks continue, and instead of being scared like you had been prior, you walk through your apartment with annoyance.

“What?” Jolting the door open, you don’t even look up before letting out. It must’ve been a dumb move not to look on your part because before you know it, you’re pushed inside again, hands cupping your face as your lips meet the most familiar ones.

Niko is not gently in any way when kissing you. He seems desperate and sorry, his whole body falling into yours as if it was apologising to you. You’re kissing him back for a few seconds before he pulls away again.

“Don’t leave.” He pleads, hands still on your face as if he’s afraid you’ll leave if he isn’t holding you in place. “I know I fucked up, and that sorry isn’t going to cut it but, please, don’t leave.”

“What—”

He’s stuttering, messing up his words. He reaches down to pick up the food he had thrown away once his eyes landed on you. “See, I got your favourites. We can do what you wanted—”

You’re starting to feel bad, his eyes are frantic and hand shaking. Seeing him be like that killed you.“Niko”

“I even got that weird flavoured chocolate that I don’t understand why you like, but I know you like it so—“

“Niko!” He’s completely snapped out of his frantic state when he finally hears you and not only his own words ringing in his head. The height difference between the two of you was often a common joke, the amount on inches he had on you was humbling. But right now, in his vulnerable state, he seemed so much smaller. Cupping his face like he had done to you, you reassure him. “I am not leaving you.”

“You’re not?” Niko questions, almost in shock.

“No, why would you think that?”

He sighs. “You left the house, which you never do. And I guess I just thought you wouldn’t return.”

A little smile is pulling at your lips, so maybe he wasn’t fine with being without you.

“Well, you guessed wrong” you tell him and his usual cocky but humorous persona is back, you can tell by his growing grin.

“ So does this mean you forgive me?”

Your smile tells him everything he needs to know, but you still pull a last attempt on seeming mad. “I mean; I gotta see your preposition before I decide.”

With the biggest smile you’ve seen on him all week, Niko picks you up with one hand closing the door shut with his foot. “Oh, I love you so fucking much, baby.” He says, kissing your exposed skin. For the rest of the night, you both are cuddled up in your room, eating and watching movie after movie, while Niko promises to always make time for you.

A promise he keeps.

[abiiors]

A small little blurb of Matty taking care of sick reader on a cold rainy day. (Im totally not sick and I’m totally not projecting)

because ik sicktember ‘23 is happening, i just thought i would use their prompt for today "sick in an inconvenient place"

hope you feel better soon, babe. sending you hugs <33

walking into work today was a bad idea. fuck, getting out of bed in the first place was an even worse idea. perhaps the worst one ever or so you’re convinced now that you sit at your desk shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

for some reason, cool air blasts out of the ac. the temperature is set so low that the whole area feels like a walk-in freezer. and then there’s the torrential rain outside on top of everything. 

you know, despite having an umbrella you will be drenched by the time you make it to the bus stop. and just the thought of being cold and damp while you feel like you're on the verge of death, makes you want to burst into tears. 

another sniffle from you. another glare from the new guy sitting across from you and you decide enough is enough. 

matty :( is the only thing you need to text him before he’s calling you within thirty seconds. 

in the background, you hear the same pitter-patter of rain, muffled and drowned out by other sounds and the riff of a guitar here or there. but it’s very much present. very persistent. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he asks as soon as you pick up. 

when you pathetically sniffle some more, you hear him move. a door opens, then closes and the sounds behind him vanish. 

“hello?” he asks again, “you there?”

“i feel like shit,” you croak out. maybe you even speak for the first time that day because you surely don’t remember your voice sounding this dull and hoarse. 

“no shit,” he sighs. “you don’t sound all that well…”

“i don’t feel all that well…” you rub your face tiredly, massaging your achy temples. it’s only 3 in the afternoon. you still have 3 more hours of work to go. 

“can you pick me up? please i can’t, i feel so shocking, i–”

“sweetheart,” he interrupts. “go tell your manager you’re leaving. i’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

and he is there in fifteen as promised. his car is parked as close to the curb as possible and matty stands next to the open door holding out an umbrella, and holding out his other hand for your bag. 

the sight fills your entire body with relief, even as you watch him get half-drenched trying to hold the umbrella above your head, shielding you from any stray droplets. once you’re safely in the car, he closes the door, running to the other side to get in and tossing both your bag and the wet umbrella onto the backseat before he fully focuses his attention on you. 

matty tuts in sympathy. “oh you do look awful…”

you roll your eyes, annoyed and weirdly emotional but as soon as his cool hand touches your forehead, half of it melts away. 

“you’re really warm,” he frowns, bringing the same cool hand to your cheek and checking again. “lets get you home, okay? you’re practically falling asleep here.”

“i’m just really cold,” you complain in a small voice, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater like a small child. it makes him smile. 

“i’ll turn the ac off,” he says and leans over to press a kiss on your head. 

the car is mercifully warm after that and even though the chills are still there, at lease there’s no cold air blasting in your face. you know he must be uncomfortably warm under the flannel he’s wearing but the drive only lasts another ten minutes before you’re rounding onto the familiar street and stopping in the driveway of your home. 

matty turns around to get the umbrella again, stopping halfway to press another kiss, this time on your cheek, and hurries out the door to come to your side. you coax your achy body to move, to get prepared to make a dash inside. but the most you manage is a wobble up to the front door followed by wheezing and groaning. 

matty’s face falls in sympathy. “aww, c’mere baby,” he coos, letting you burrow your face into his chest while he unlocks the front door. he tries his hardest to walk like that, to let you stay close to him and steal some of his body heat while he gets your stuff inside. 

“can you tell me what hurts?” 

“everything,” you whine, “my head, my body. my throat hurts a bit too.” 

setting the things aside, matty cradles your face, bringing you both to the sofa to sit you down. 

“no more moving for you okay?” he speaks into your hair, seeing as how your face is once again tucked into his chest. “gonna take care of you.” 

you nod, closing your eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. 

“now how about you lay down. i’ll get you some stuff and we can just relax and cuddle for a bit. does that sound good?”

and you only need to nod once again to convey that it sounds absolutely fantastic.