#like she didn't ignore my last three fucking messages about it

[trippiexlove]

Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

[lokis-army-77]

Premium Air

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

It's a few days after April Foos, Eddie isn't expecting you to pull a koke but you have something up your sleve.

Warning: noting! unless you count cursing

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs and @lofaewrites

Masterlist

You loved seeing the harmless little pranks that people would play on their significant others on social media and with April first already behind you, you knew Eddie wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

It was a bright Wednesday afternoon, you were at Robin's for a much needed girls day when you decided to put your little prank into action. 

"Hey, Rob, you wanna watch as I give Eddie a mini heart attack?" You ask as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on her couch.

"Oh my god, yes!" She excitedly shuffles over to you, leaning her whole body over your right side. 

You're both a giggling mess when you send the first text message. 

Hey, so my tire pressure light just came on, do I need to go have it checked?

It takes a few minutes but he eventually responds.

Is it still driving alright? 

Bring it to the shop when you get home from Robs, I'll fill it up before I leave work.

Yeah, it's driving just fine. The screen says it's my front passenger side tire.

You'll be fine to drive back home, I'll fill it up then, baby.

You leave it be for around thirty minutes as you and Robin think of what you should say next.

So Robin said I should go get it checked out and we were worried I wouldn't be able to drive all the way to your shop so I came to the one by her house.

I didn't know air was so expensive 😫. 

It was no more than a second later that your phone started to ring in your hands. Eddie's contact photo lighting up the screen. You swiped it away and you could feel Robin beginning to silently laugh 

Sweetheart, answer the phone.

Another call that you decline.

What do you mean expensive? Answer your phone!!!

Don't worry, Eds, the guy gave me a good deal! I think it's bc he thought I was pretty.

What do you mean by a good deal? Sweetheart, how much did you pay?

You and Robin can hardly contain your laughter. Tears are running down your faces. 

"I feel so bad, but it's so funny!" You cry. 

Robin nods along, "Don't, it's totally hilarious." She wipes her tears away and points at your phone, "Don't acknowledge those questions yet, say something about how he didn't notice the pretty comment."

You get to typing, fingers gliding over the keyboard.

Wow, I would have thought you'd be upset at another man...

Baby ,that is the last thing I'm worried about. HOW. MUCH. DID. YOU. PAY.

Well he said it was like premium air so it was on the more expensive end but apparently it won't seep out as fast as regular air.

You can see the read receipt and the three little dots as he begins to type. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as the typing stops and he calls you again only for you to ignore it once more. 

Robin is beside you, howling as she holds her stomach. "This is the best thing I have EVER witnessed in my life!"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND? BECAUSE PREMIUM AIR ISN'T REAL

So the guy said it's usually 250 for all 4 but he said he'd give me a deal and give me all 4 for the price of 3... is that not how much it usually is?

You need to tell me what shop you're at. Are you still there? Put me on the phone with this fucking guy

Eddie, I'm not putting you on the phone with him.

Sweetheart, why in the world would you take your car to someone else??? I'm literally a mechanic. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE!! 

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you baby. I just need you to put me on the phone with the shop owner or someone, anyone. Air in all 4 tires is never gonna be over like 5 bucks...

I told you I'd take care of it, why didn't you just listen 

You almost double over, laughing harder than before. You could tell you were stressing him out, that he was trying to keep from freaking out. 

"Oh my god!" You cackle, "I think it's time to break it to him or else he might actually have a heart attack or maybe an aneurysm. 

Eddie calls you one last time and this time, you answer, sushing Robin as you press the speaker button. 

"Thank fuck, Sweetheart, put me on the phone with the asshole that scared you." His face was gruff, the growl of irritation bringing a shiver lust down your spine. 

"Eddie, baby, calm down." 

"I'll calm down when I get you your money back," he huffs. You can hear the sounds of his shop muffled through the speaker. 

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips when you make eye contact with Robin. 

"This is not funny," he stresses. 

The giggles continue to bubble up, "I know I know, but I can't help it. I love you so much."

"I love you too, now please let me talk to the guy, I really don't wanna ask again." 

Robin takes your phone at that point, clearing her throat and proceeding to do her best impression of a blue collar man.

"Hey, this is Rodger, at you just got pranked garage, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me, I-" Eddie stops mid sentence. 

You've got your hand covering your mouth as you try, and fail, to cover your chortles.

"Wait a second... Robin?" All the building anger in his voice disappears as he slowly realizes what's happening.

Robin begins wheezing as you grab your phone back, "We got you!" You gleefully exclam into the phone.

"We got you good!" Robing teeters back on her legs, almost falling from the couch.

You can hear the shaky sigh of relief fron the receiver on the other end. "Thank God. Baby you had me going crazy over here. I was about to drive to every garage in town to find you."

"I'm so so so sorry, baby. I really am but we didn't do anything for April fools like we usually do and I just knew you wouldn't be expecting this."

Eddie lets out the longest sigh of relief you've ever heard. "Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting too old for these pranks."

"You're 35." You deadpan.

"And it's all down hill from here."

You can't see it but you know he has a shit eating grin on and you roll your eyes. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better."

[hyzelle]

part 2 — PLAYTHING | l.hs x s.jy x p.js x p.sh

♡ pairing: heeseung x jake x jay x sunghoon x fem!reader

♡ genre/tags: estab r/s between heeseung & reader, pet names, fivesome, reader & all members are in their early to mid 20s

♡ warnings: profanities. dubcon, cns, alcohol consumption, fivesome, orgy, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie (please don't!), oral sex (giving & receiving), squirting, overstimulation, crying, degradation, orgasm denial, slight choking, swallowing, and more...

♡ featuring: enha hyung line — heeseung, jake, jay, sunghoon

est. 21/03/2025 — part 2 wc ꒰ 8k ꒱

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read the synopsis & keep up with updates here, ♡ PLAYTHING ♡. the parts are proofread to the best of my ability, so there might still be some mistakes. feedbacks are always welcomed, but any & all hates or disrespect will not be tolerated and you will be blocked. on that note, i hope u'll enjoy & love PLAYTHING ♡ ! give it some love, like & reblog. ♡

The next afternoon, Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon dragged themselves up the steps to Heeseung’s apartment, all three looking like the physical embodiment of regret. Their heads were pounding, their limbs felt like dead weight, and the night before was a blur of alcohol, loud music, and bad decisions.

Per usual, they were gathering at Heeseung’s place to recover. This was the routine. After a heavy night out, they’d meet up, order greasy food, lounge around, nurse their hangovers, and talk shit about the night before.

Jay pressed the doorbell, and a few seconds later, Heeseung swung the door open.

“Damn, you all look like shit.”

“Feel like it too,” Jake muttered, dragging himself inside.

Heeseung stepped aside to let them in, brows raised as he took in their disheveled states. “Y/N still asleep?” Jay asked, kicking off his shoes.

“She just woke up. She’s showering,” Heeseung said, stretching his arms.

The three of them exchanged quick glances but said nothing as they walked into Heeseung's living room.

Heeseung headed toward the kitchen to grab some drinks for them as the boys collapsed onto the couch. 

Jake slumped further into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to ignore the pounding in his head. His thumb moved lazily over the screen—until a post from the club’s official Instagram page made his stomach drop.

A video.

His pulse quickened.

Jay, sprawled out beside him, noticed the way Jake suddenly stiffened and leaned over to peek at his screen.

“…Shit.”

Sunghoon, mid-stretch, caught the tension in the room and turned toward them, frowning. “What?”

Jake didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Jay swallowed, hesitated, then tapped the video to play again.

Neon lights. Bodies pressed together. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the crowd.

And right in the middle of it—

Jake.

Y/N.

Kissing.

Not just kissing.

Fucking making out.

Jake’s hands gripping her waist. Y/N pressing into him, arms looped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The way her hips rolled against him. The way his fingers dug into her skin. The way she moaned into his mouth—

Fuck.

Sunghoon let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Jay panicked.

He smacked Sunghoon’s arm, nearly knocking the phone out of Jake’s hands. “Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“What?” Sunghoon blinked, unfazed. “I mean… lowkey kinda hot.”

Jay smacked him again.

Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. This was bad.

Sunghoon leaned in again, still watching the video. “Wait—who posted this?”

Jay squinted at the caption. “Club’s official Instagram.”

Jake groaned. “Of course they fucking did.”

Jay scanned the room like he was assessing an escape route. “Okay. We can’t let Heeseung see—”

“See what?”

The room went still.

Jake’s heart stopped.

Sunghoon sat up so fast it looked like his soul had left his body.

Jay froze mid-scroll.

Heeseung stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

Jay, very slowly, locked his phone and held it way too close to his chest.

“…Nothing.”

Heeseung raised a brow. “That was convincing.”

Sunghoon forced a nervous grin. “Yeah, we were just—”

“Give me the phone.”

Jay hesitated. Too long.

Heeseung sighed, tone sharp. “Jay.”

Defeated, Jay exhaled and unlocked his phone before reluctantly handed it over.

Heeseung took the phone. Scrolled. Pressed play.

Jake clenched his jaw.

Sunghoon held his breath.

Jay looked like he was actively trying not to pass out.

The video played.

Once.

Twice.

Heeseung watched. Slowly. Expression unreadable.

His head tilted slightly. “Huh.”

Then—he exhaled a short laugh.

“Damn.”

Jake tensed.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, resisting the urge to look at Jay for help.

Jay sank further into the couch, looking like he wanted to fucking die.

Heeseung played the video again.

His voice was too calm.

“You were really fucking devouring her, huh?”

Jay winced.

Jake said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Heeseung finally set the phone down, inhaling deeply, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head.

Then—his gaze flickered toward Jay.

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Jake’s pulse hammered in his ears. Jay shot a glance at Sunghoon, who looked just as fucking tense as he was.

Then—

A short, sharp laugh.

Heeseung.

Jake flinched.

But it wasn’t amusement.

It was disappointment.

His voice was eerily calm, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down Jake’s spine.

“I told you to take care of her.” Heeseung’s gaze landed on Jay, eyes dark. “Not let Jake get his hands and mouth all over her.”

Jay exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Hee—”

But Heeseung wasn’t looking at him anymore.

His gaze flickered to Jay and Sunghoon.

“And you two—” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“You knew. And you didn’t tell me?”

Jay swallowed hard.

Sunghoon barely breathed.

Jake clenched his fists. “She was drunk—she thought I was—”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched.

“Oh, so that makes it okay?”

Jake’s stomach churned.

Jay said nothing.

Sunghoon inhaled slowly.

“I should beat your fucking ass for this.”

Jay tensed.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose.

Jake stayed quiet.

But then—Heeseung smirked.

And the entire room shifted.

“You know what?” Heeseung let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Jay cautiously exhaled.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows.

Jake’s shoulders dropped slightly.

“You wanna touch what’s mine?” Heeseung took a slow step forward, voice dropping. “Fine.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay’s brows furrowed.

Sunghoon frowned. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head. “Since Jake already put his hands on her, and you two didn’t tell me…” His smirk sharpened. “I think you all deserve a little… punishment.”

Jake’s breath hitched.

Jay’s hands curled into fists.

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. “What?”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to Jake. “You wanted her so bad? Then you’re gonna have her.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay inhaled sharply.

Sunghoon remained still.

“But there are rules,” Heeseung continued.

His gaze darkened, sweeping over all of them.

“For her—she doesn’t get to touch you. She doesn’t get to moan. She doesn't get to cum. Not unless I allow it.”

Jake’s entire body went rigid.

Jay exhaled sharply.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath.

“And you?” Heeseung’s smirk sharpened, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“All of you.”

A beat of silence.

“No cumming.”

Jake froze.

Jay’s jaw clenched. 

Sunghoon shifted. 

Heeseung leaned back slightly, smirk never fading.

“Not until I do.”

Silence.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Heeseung shrugged. “Maybe.”

Then, he tilted his head, gaze locked on them like a predator watching prey.

“But you’re still gonna do it.”

No one spoke.

Before Jake could respond, Heeseung turned on his heel and strode toward his room.

The others hesitated.

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged a glance before following. Jake took a breath, steeling himself, then trailed behind them.

The air inside Heeseung’s room was thick with warmth and steam. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, soft sounds of water running behind it. Y/N was still showering.

The faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air, mixing with Heeseung’s cologne and the overwhelming tension between them.

Heeseung leaned casually against his dresser, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His voice came out slow, deliberate.

“We’ll wait.”

Jay shifted. “Wait for what?”

Heeseung smirked.

“For her to finish.”

Jake’s pulse kicked up.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Jay cursed under his breath.

None of them moved. None of them spoke.

They just stood there.

Waiting.

The water shut off.

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through her damp hair. The shower had helped—at least a little. Her body was still warm, her skin flushed, but she chalked it up to the heat of the water rather than the strange tension she’d felt before stepping in.

She reached for the towel, wrapping it around herself. It was small—barely covering her. The hem just skimmed the tops of her thighs, and the knot she tied at the front left hints of her chest exposed, clinging to the dampness of her skin. Her back wasn’t much better, the towel lifting slightly with every movement.

But it didn’t matter.

She was in Heeseung’s room. She had expected privacy.

Her clothes were on his bed.

Without a second thought, she twisted the doorknob and stepped out.

And immediately—froze.

The air shifted.

Four pairs of eyes snapped to her.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon. Heeseung.

Standing. Watching.

Jay visibly tensed. His shoulders went rigid, and his gaze darted to the floor so fast it was almost comical. He looked like he wanted to evaporate on the spot.

Sunghoon had the opposite reaction—his brows lifted, his lips parting slightly before pressing together. He shifted where he stood, exhaling a quiet breath as his eyes dragged down her figure.

Jake’s jaw clenched.

His tongue swiped over his lower lip as his gaze locked onto her, his fingers flexing at his sides.

And Heeseung—hesmirked.

Y/N’s grip on the towel instinctively tightened.

“…What the fuck?” she muttered, blinking rapidly.

Jay cleared his throat, visibly struggling to find his words. “Uh—”

Sunghoon coughed, dragging a hand down his face.

Jake remained silent. His gaze hadn’t wavered.

Heeseung took a step forward.

“We were waiting for you, baby.”

Her stomach dropped.

“For what?” she asked, her voice cautious, wary.

His smirk deepened.

“For your punishment.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Her towel suddenly felt even smaller.

“…What?”

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?” His voice was smooth, teasing—but laced with something darker.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced at him nervously, watching his face for any kind of reaction—waiting for an answer.

The boys reacted almost in sync—Jay inhaling sharply, Sunghoon shifting uncomfortably, Jake exhaling through his nose like he was bracing himself.

The way they were looking at her—watching, waiting, expectant.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate.

“Oh, baby.” He reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from her shoulder. His fingers lingered, tracing the edge of her towel before dropping.

His touch ghosted along the knot tied at her chest.

“You let them see it.”

The knot loosened slightly.

“Now—” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “You’re going to let them watch again.”

Y/N barely had time to react.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish, Heeseung’s lips were on hers.

A sharp inhale caught in her throat as he kissed her—deep, urgent, taking complete control. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips moving against hers in a way that made her head spin.

The room blurred.

The only thing grounding her was Heeseung—the way his fingers traced the damp skin of her back, the way his tongue flicked against her bottom lip before he deepened the kiss, the way he angled his head, making sure she felt every inch of him pressed into her.

She didn’t even notice at first.

The towel.

It slipped—slowly, deliberately.

And then, it dropped.

A sharp exhale came from somewhere behind them. A shift of movement.

The other boys—

Watching.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon.

All staring.

All silent.

Heat flooded her body.

“Fuck—Hee, what are you—” Y/N tore her lips from his, chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. “They’re—”

Heeseung smirked, his hands still roaming, still teasing.

“Why are you acting so shy, baby?” His voice was low, almost taunting. His thumb brushed over the curve of her hip.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, Heeseung moved.

One moment, she was standing—vulnerable, exposed, dazed.

The next—she's was in his arms.

His grip was firm, secure, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp slipped past her lips, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers digging into his bare skin.

Then, she felt it—soft sheets against her back.

She was on Heeseung’s bed.

Heeseung hovered over her, his smirk never fading.

The other boys hadn’t moved, watching them.

Jake’s jaw was locked. Jay’s fingers twitched at his sides. Sunghoon’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

The air was thick. Charged.

Y/N swallowed hard, her entire body tense, her pulse hammering in her ears.

She was completely bare against Heeseung’s sheets, her skin still damp from the shower, her breath uneven. Every nerve in her body was on edge, hyper-aware of the weight of their stares.

Something was wrong.

Her stomach twisted.

Why weren’t they saying anything? Why was Heeseung just staring at her like that?

Jay inhaled sharply. Sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her eyes. Jake tensed beside them.

She sat up slightly, pulling the sheets over her, attempting to cover herself. “Hee—what’s going on?” Her voice came out softer than she intended. 

His smirk only deepened, his fingers lazily trailing up her thigh before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip—firm, unyielding, as he ripped away the sheets that she was using to try and cover herself.

“Suddenly so shy now? You weren’t shy about letting Jake put his hands and mouth all over you in the middle of the club in front of them.”

Y/N gasped, trying to jerk away. “Heeseung, wait—”

His grip tightened, stopping her.

She shook her head rapidly. “Heeseung, I—I was drunk, I didn’t—”

“Drunk?” His brow lifted, his smirk never wavering.

Her pulse pounded. “I thought—I thought it was you—”

Heeseung exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, baby.”

He reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

His fingers lingered along her jaw before trailing down her neck. His hands pressing lightly over her it.

“You didn’t seem so confused when you were grinding against him.”

Y/N’s face burned.

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, adjusting his position.

Jay rubbed his temples, eyes squeezing shut.

Y/N shook her head again, panic bubbling up in her chest. “Hee, please—I didn’t mean to—”

His grip tightened on her neck.

She inhaled sharply.

“You didn’t mean to let him touch what’s mine?” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “Or you didn’t mean to get caught?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Her lips parted, desperate to find the right words, but Heeseung didn’t give her a chance.

His fingers slid down her body—possessive. Claiming.

“You think I’m just gonna let that slide, baby?”

Her breath hitched. “Hee—”

His smirk widened.

“No baby.” He leaned down, lips brushing over her ear. His breath was warm, teasing. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna take your punishment.”

Y/N froze.

Her mind spun. What?

She tried to pull back again, her breath coming faster. “H-Heeseung, wait, I don’t—”

He ignored her.

He trailed a lazy finger down her stomach, stopping just above the heat between her legs.

“Oh don't worry baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She was fully naked. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

She shook her head quickly. “No, please—I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay baby, it's not just you being punished.” Heeseung murmured, pressing a finger against her lips to silence her. 

Her stomach flipped.

She swallowed. “What?”

Heeseung chuckled, trailing his fingers lower, making her squirm.

“You,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along her folds. “No touching them. No moaning. No cumming—unless I allow it.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes flickered toward the others—Jake’s tense shoulders, Sunghoon’s sharp inhale, Jay rubbing his jaw.

Jake exhaled slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

Heeseung’s smirk only deepened.

“You wanted to be their little plaything, right? Letting Jake touch you—letting them watch you?” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”

Heeseung finally turned to Jake.

“Well?” He cocked his head. “You wanted her so bad right? Might as well go first.”

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon shot him a look. Jay inhaled sharply.

Jake hesitated, jaw clenching as his fingers flexed against the sheets.

He glanced at Heeseung. “Dude, are you—”

Heeseung tilted his head.

His smirk sharpened.

“Do it.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes darting between them.

Jake’s jaw tensed. He exhaled through his nose.

His pulse pounded.

His stomach tightened.

Fuck this.

Jake climbed onto the bed, shifting closer, his palms pressing into the sheets beside her. His body hovered above hers—not quite touching—but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

Y/N held her breath.

Jake’s hands finally moved, gliding over her bare skin, slow and teasing. Fingertips traced over her collarbone, down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts. His touch was light, exploring, possessive.

Then—his lips.

Soft. Warm. Pressing to her skin, slow and lingering.

A kiss to her shoulder.

Then another.

Then lower.

He dragged his mouth down the curve of her breasts, trailing hot kisses across her stomach, over her hipbone, down her thigh.

Her breath hitched.

Y/N tensed when she felt Jake shift downward, his lips traveling dangerously lower.

Until his mouth hovered over her pussy.

A slow exhale left her lips as the heat of his breath teased her aching folds.

The anticipation alone sent a wave of electricity through her, and when his lips finally pressed against her, she nearly moaned.

She bit her lip hard, fisting the sheets instead.

Jake smirked against her skin, feeling her struggle.

Heeseung’s voice cut through the thick air, smooth and taunting.

“Good girl.”

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath, her grip tightening.

Jake, pleased with her obedience, placed one last kiss against her clit before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on her thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to the other boys.

“Well?” Heeseung mused. “Enjoying the view?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. Jay’s fingers twitched against his thighs.

The air in the room was suffocating.

And the punishment had only just begun.

This time, Jake didn’t hesitate.

His tongue flicked against her sensitive folds—slow, teasing—before dragging flat against her clit, savoring the way she tensed beneath him.

Y/N’s fingers dug into the sheets, her thighs trembling.

This was wrong.

She knew it.

And yet—her body betrayed her.

She gasped when he sucked gently on her swollen clit, her hips nearly bucking into his mouth.

Jake only smirked against her, gripping her thighs tighter, keeping her spread wide open.

Beside her, Heeseung was shamelessly palming himself through his sweats, stroking lazily as he watched the scene unfold.

Jay and Sunghoon weren’t much better.

Sunghoon’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Jay’s hands curled into fists, his entire body rigid with restraint.

Jake grew bolder.

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling over her clit, flicking, teasing, fucking devouring her.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon muttered under his breath.

Jake groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder.

Then—he moved.

He kissed his way up her body, leaving a damp trail in his wake.

Over her stomach.

Between the valley of her breasts.

Across her collarbone.

And finally—her neck.

He sucked on the skin, tongue tracing slow circles, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver.

Then—his fingers found her pussy.

He pressed against her entrance, gathering the slickness coating her folds before rubbing circles against her clit.

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me,” he groaned, his head dropping to her neck.

Y/N bit down on her lip, desperate to hold back a sound.

Her breath was ragged.

Her thighs trembled.

Her soaked pussy clenched around nothing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming.

She was on the edge.

Jake felt it—the way her body tensed, the way her hips subtly rocked against his fingers, chasing the high she was being denied.

A quiet whimper nearly escaped her lips.

Jake smirked.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her neck, his fingers moving relentlessly over her clit. His pace quickened, coaxing her closer. “Just let it out.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to hold back as heat coiled low in her stomach. It was almost embarrassing how fast it was building—how quickly she was unraveling—especially when all Jake had done was rub her.

But then—Heeseung shifted.

His grip tightened around himself, his strokes slowing.

“Enough.”

Jake stilled.

His fingers froze.

His lips halted just as they reached her collarbone.

His head lifted, lips glistening, brows furrowed.

“…What?”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“I said—enough.”

Jake swallowed hard, his body still humming with arousal. His eyes flickered to Y/N’s trembling frame beneath him.

She was so fucking close.

But Heeseung’s rules were final.

With a quiet exhale, Jake pulled away, his movements slow, reluctant.

Y/N was panting, her body still aching, still teetering on the edge of release.

She nearly turned to Heeseung, nearly begged—

But then, his gaze flickered to Jay.

“Your turn.”

The room was thick with tension.

Jay hesitated, running a hand through his hair.

Sunghoon shifted beside him, still stiff, still watching.

Jake swallowed hard, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She was still trembling, the absence of Jake’s touch leaving her restless, desperate for more.

Jay exhaled.

Finally, he moved.

Unlike Jake, he wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t the type to lose control so easily.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He crawled over her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress.

But when he was finally hovering above her, his gaze flickered to her face—

Her lips, swollen, parted.

Her bare skin, flushed, heated.

The way her thighs squeezed together, trembling—

Fuck.

He swallowed hard.

His face was inches from hers now, his hands planted on either side of her head, holding himself up.

His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, any sign that she didn’t want this.

But what he found instead—

Was something else entirely.

A silent plea.

Begging him to do something.

Then, he kissed her.

Slow.

Soft.

Like he was memorizing the feel of her lips, savoring the way they molded against his.

It was nothing like the dominance of Heeseung.

This was different.

Until Y/N licked his lips.

Asking.

Jay froze.

His fingers curled into the sheets. His body stiffened.

Something inside him snapped.

His hand shot to her waist, gripping tight. His other cupped her face, tilting it as he deepened the kiss.

He was now rougher. Hungrier.

He sucked on her bottom lip, groaning when she whimpered into his mouth.

Then—he moved.

His hips rolled against hers, grinding down, pressing the hardness of his cock against her soaked, aching core.

A sharp inhale slipped from Y/N’s lips.

Jay swore under his breath. Heeseung chuckled.

“You’re barely even touching her.” His voice was dripping in amusement. “What, you scared?”

Jay growled.

Fuck it.

His hand slid lower.

Fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Dipping between her thighs.

Y/N’s entire body jerked when Jay’s finger ghosted over her slit—teasing, taunting.

A shiver crawled up her spine as Jay exhaled sharply, feeling just how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly through the slickness. “You’re so wet, princess.”

The nickname hit her harder than she expected.

Y/N trembled beneath him. Her breathing hitched, her body stretched tight with tension—

But still, she didn’t make a sound.

Not a single moan.

She jerked slightly when Jay’s fingers teased at her entrance—

Just flicking at it, never entering.

Her legs twitched.

She clenched the sheets in frustration, desperate to feel something.

Anything.

Jay licked his lips, eyes locked on her. “You wanna feel something so bad, huh, princess?”

Then—his mouth found her breast.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, his lips wrapping around it, sucking lightly.

Y/N’s head pressed back into the mattress.

Her toes curled.

She was falling apart.

And Jay could feel it.

Y/N was breathing fast, chest rising and falling in uneven, shaky pants.

Her body kept jerking toward Jay’s fingers, seeking, pleading—

Trying to get him to push inside.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he held her in place, his grip firm, his touch agonizingly light.

He kept flicking at her entrance, faster this time, just enough to make her squirm.

Her hips bucked, her back arching, desperate for more.

Jay was completely transfixed—completely fucking aroused—watching her come undone beneath him.

Her breathing quickened, her thighs clenching around his hand.

She was close.

So fucking close.

And he could break her.

He could make her lose control right here, right now.

Jay’s breath hitched—his cock twitching at the thought.

But before he could—

“Enough.”

The word was calm. Controlled.

But it left no room for argument.

Jay stilled.

His fingers froze against her soaked, swollen clit.

His mouth left her skin.

His chest heaved, forehead pressing against her collarbone as he fought to calm himself.

His hands flexed at his sides.

He didn’t want to move.

Didn’t want to let go of her.

But he had no choice.

Heeseung smirked.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Jay clenched his jaw.

Slowly—reluctantly—he let her go.

His fingers slipped away, his lips brushing her shoulder one last time before he forced himself to move.

His body screamed at him to stay.

But he pulled back.

And Heeseung?

He didn’t care.

His gaze was already on Sunghoon.

“Your turn.”

The second Heeseung looked at him, Sunghoon moved—swift, decisive.

Unlike the others, there was no hesitation, no teasing build-up. He was hungry for her, impatient, and it showed in the way his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open without a second thought.

Y/N barely had a second to brace herself before his mouth was on her pussy, hot and relentless. He didn’t just take his time—he devoured, tongue flicking against her most sensitive spot while his fingers worked in tandem, pressing inside her with no mercy.

A strangled gasp left her lips. She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but Sunghoon was relentless.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered against her skin, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a mess already. Didn’t take much, huh?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her entire body trembling as he continued. He knew exactly what he was doing—every movement calculated, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers.

And then, Heeseung moved.

He had been watching—enjoying. But now? Now, he wanted more.

He reached down, tugging at his waistband—

His cock, hard and throbbing, sprang free the moment he pulled it down.

Without hesitation, he shifted closer.

His fingers curled beneath Y/N’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“Open up, baby.”

His voice was smooth—low and coaxing, but firm.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N obeyed without question.

Her lips parted—slow, obedient.

And Heeseung slid into her mouth, groaning low in his throat as her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet.

From the side, Jay exhaled sharply, his grip tightening against his thigh. Jake’s jaw was locked, his knuckles white where he held himself back.

“Shit, look at her,” Jake murmured under his breath, watching the way she moved—her lips stretched around Heeseung, her body shuddering under Sunghoon’s unforgiving pace.

Sunghoon hummed against her skin, clearly savoring her reaction.

“She loves it,” he murmured, pressing his fingers deeper—earning another tremble from her overstimulated body.

He was relentless.

His fingers curled inside her, stroking unforgivingly—like he was trying to drag the climax out of her by force.

His pace quickened, merciless.

And his mouth—It sucked on her swollen clit, his tongue flicking fast, precise, cruel.

She couldn’t take it.

She was unraveling—too overwhelmed, too close.

Every nerve screamed for release. Her body begged for it.

And then—she tore her mouth away, Heeseung slipping from her lips as she gasped.

“Hee—please,” she whimpered.

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“I—I can’t—please, let me—”

But Heeseung only smirked.

He reached out, stroking her jaw with his thumb—his touch gentle, but his eyes dark.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, tone soaked in amusement.

“You can take a little more, can’t you?”

Tears pricked her eyes.

She was too far gone.

Too sensitive. Too desperate.

But Heeseung wasn’t finished.

Still buried between her thighs, Sunghoon chuckled.

“You heard him, baby,” he taunted, licking her once more.

“You don’t get to cum yet.”

A broken sob slipped from her lips as her body trembled violently.

She was caught—trapped in that cruel, high edge of pleasure with no release.

Jay and Jake sat still—watching, their restraint wearing thinner by the second.

Y/N’s lips parted again, her voice a whisper of desperation.

“Please, Hee—I really can’t—please, let me—”

Before she could finish—“That’s enough, Hoon.”

Heeseung’s voice was calm. Steady. Final.

Sunghoon groaned, clearly unsatisfied, but he obeyed.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth and fingers slipping away.

Y/N’s body twitched violently at the loss—still aching, still desperate, left right on the edge.

Now it was Heeseung’s turn.

“Such a good girl,” Heeseung praised, his voice low, controlled. “Take it deeper.”

Y/N obeyed.

Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, savoring the way he twitched against her.

She took him deeper—slow, careful—hollowing her cheeks as her throat tightened around him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she nearly choked, the stretch and pressure making her gasp through her nose, but she didn’t stop.

She didn’t want to.

Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath, his grip in her hair tightening. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Every few seconds, Heeseung would let out a quiet curse, his free hand gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding her movements, his control slipping the deeper she took him.

From the side, Jake’s fists clenched. His jaw was tight, his breathing heavy.

Her body was on full display—completely bare, completely vulnerable. 

Y/N whimpered around Heeseung, the heat between her legs was unbearable, her core throbbing with need.

She was soaked—so overstimulated that the slickness dripped onto her inner thighs, gleaming under the dim lighting.

“Please…” she choked out between movements, voice muffled around him.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened. “Please, what, baby?”

She trembled, nails digging into his thighs. “Please—please, I need—”

Heeseung smirked, pulling himself from her mouth with a wet pop.

She gasped, blinking up at him, her lips swollen and glossy.

“Come on baby girl, let me hear those sounds,” he murmured, positioning himself lower, fingers brushing against her trembling thighs. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Without warning, his mouth was on her pussy.

A strangled cry tore from Y/N’s throat. Her head fell back, her hands flying to grip the sheets beneath her as Heeseung’s tongue flicked against her swollen clit.

“Oh my god Hee—fuck—”

Jake exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying—and failing—to suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest.

“Holy fuck,” Sunghoon muttered, watching her reaction with pure hunger in his gaze.

Jay’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his breathing uneven.

Heeseung didn’t let up.

He sucked at her sensitive clit, slow and teasing.

She was already leaking, her arousal spilling over as he swiped his tongue down to lap at the slick dripping from her entrance.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open wider, keeping her exactly where he wanted—helpless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

She was shaking.

Overstimulated.

On the brink of tears, her chest heaving, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Hee—Hee, I can’t—I’m gonna cum—please—”

Heeseung hummed against her, the vibrations sending another shockwave through her body.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Her body arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she shattered, her release gushing all over Heeseung’s mouth.

He didn't stop. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he lapped up every drop, his grip tightening on her trembling thighs, holding her down—making her take every second of it.

And that was the moment Jake snapped.

“Fuck it.”

He shoved his shirt over his head, stripping down in one swift motion, his restraint finally shattering into pieces.

Jay and Sunghoon turned toward him, their eyes widening slightly—but Jake barely registered them.

His focus was solely on Y/N.

On the way she was laid out in front of them, completely wrecked.

On the way her body twitched with aftershocks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

On the way her thighs were still trembling, her slick coating Heeseung’s lips and chin, shining under the dim light.

Jake was already bare, watching—stroking himself with no shame. His hand moved in slow, deliberate motions, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s trembling body, completely undone beneath them.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, his voice thick with hunger. “You look so pretty when you fall apart, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s breath was ragged, her body still twitching from her high. She barely had time to process before Heeseung was moving up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, licking into her, making sure she taste every bit of her own slick against his tongue.

She whimpered softly, her breath hitching into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jake moved closer, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. A sharp exhale left his lips as his strokes quickened, his jaw clenching.

Heeseung pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing Y/N’s, his breath warm against her swollen lips. His gaze flickered to Jake, eyes gleaming with something dark.

“Clean her up.”

Jake didn’t hesitate.

His hunger took over.

He moved forward, gripping her thighs, spreading her apart once more—before diving in.

Y/N let out a choked gasp, her back arching slightly as Jake’s tongue flattened against her folds.

“Oh, fuck, Jake—”

Jake groaned against her, his grip tightening. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured before sucking gently on her clit. “Gotta clean up all this mess, huh, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered, her thighs trembling.

Heeseung leaned back, leisurely stroking himself as he watched. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes drinking in the sight.

“That’s it, Jake,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “Make sure you don’t miss a drop.”

Jake hummed in response, his tongue flicking over her swollen bud.

Y/N’s entire body jolted—overwhelmed, overstimulated.

She had just came, and now, Jake wasn’t even giving her a second to recover.

His tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop of her release, dragging her back to the edge before she could even catch her breath.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tightening, her body shaking from both the sensitivity and the way Jake was devouring her without mercy.

From the side, Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. His self-control was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath.

In one swift motion, he stripped, shoving his shirt over his head and pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free—aching, throbbing, desperate for relief.

Jay swallowed hard, still watching from the side, his fists clenching against his thighs, his breathing uneven.

Sunghoon’s fingers wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly as his heated gaze stayed fixed on Y/N—on the way she writhed under Jake’s mouth, on the way her body trembled with every stroke of his tongue.

He moved closer.

“Shit, you’re so fucking messy, baby,” Sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening. His voice was thick, dripping with need. “Look at you—still dripping all over yourself.”

Y/N twitched at his words, something stirring deep in her gut.

“Fuck, Jake—” she gasped, her fingers reaching out, tangling in Jake’s hair.

Jake let out a muffled groan, his hands gripping her thighs harder, his tongue working her clit with even more fervor.

Her resolve was crumbling.

She was overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Her body trembled violently, her breath coming out in shallow, desperate gasps.

Her eyes snapped to Heeseung, glassy, desperate.

“Hee—please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung cocked his head, stroking himself lazily. “Please, what, baby?”

“I—I need—” She was struggling to form words, her body betraying her.

Heeseung chuckled, reaching down to brush his knuckles over her cheek. “Oh, my baby girl. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

She nodded. “Please.”

His smirk widened.

“Not yet.”

A strangled sob caught in her throat.

Jake groaned against her, feeling her body tighten under him, her thighs twitching around his head.

Sunghoon cursed, his hand moving faster over himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill us.”

Heeseung exhaled slowly, stroking himself leisurely, his expression unreadable—until his lips curled into a smirk.

Then, his eyes shifted.

This time—not to Y/N.

To Sunghoon.

Sunghoon’s hand stilled on his length, his brows lifting slightly as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down Y/N’s flushed cheek. “Suck him off.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Then, he moved.

The mattress dipped as he approached, his body tense, his cock throbbing as he settled in front of her. His eyes were locked onto hers, flickering with hunger, with anticipation.

“Open up, baby,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

Y/N obeyed, her lips parting, her body still trembling as she wrapped her mouth around his swollen tip.

Sunghoon’s breath stuttered, a low curse slipping past his lips as he buried his fingers in her damp hair, guiding her deeper.

“Fuck—just like that.”

Meanwhile, Jake was still between her thighs, still working her relentlessly—his tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open, tasting the desperation on her skin. 

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon’s length, her body arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume her.

Jake groaned against her, sucking harder. He was relentless, his tongue dipping into Y/N’s soaked entrance before flicking back up to her swollen clit, repeating the motion until she was trembling beneath him. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he devoured her like he was starved.

Sunghoon cursed above her, his grip tightening in her hair.

Heeseung just sat back, stroking himself slowly, watching it all unfold.

Y/N couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips—but with Sunghoon buried in her mouth, all she could manage were muffled whimpers, her body twitching, her hips rolling against Jake’s tongue, desperate for more.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, feeling the vibrations from her muffled moans. His jaw clenched, his fingers threading into her hair as she kept working him, her tongue dragging over every inch of him.

“Shit… she’s falling apart already.” His voice was low, thick with arousal.

Jake groaned into her, the vibrations making her whimper around Sunghoon. His tongue flicked over her clit again, sending another jolt through her. “So fucking wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against her folds. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Of course she is.” Heeseung smirked from the side, his strokes slow and lazy as he watched her squirm. “Look at her. Just a messy little plaything, dripping all over Jake’s face.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon, her whole body trembling at the words.

Jake licked another stripe up her folds before sucking harshly on her clit, making her jolt.

She couldn’t take it.

Sunghoon slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his tip as she gasped for air, her swollen lips parting, her body quivering.

His jaw tightened at the sight—her dazed, wrecked expression, her chest heaving. Lazily, he stroked himself, watching her, completely enthralled.

“Fuck—Jake, please!” she cried, her thighs quivering in his grip.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, his lips curling. “She’s begging already?”

Jake only hummed against her, flicking his tongue over her clit again, drawing another desperate whimper from her lips.

Heeseung tilted his head, his smirk widening. His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was still tense, watching intently but holding back.

“Come on,” Heeseung taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t you wanna play with our little plaything?”

Jay exhaled sharply. His fingers twitched against his thigh.

Y/N was barely coherent, pleasure crashing through her in waves, but she turned her head toward Jay, eyes hazy, lips swollen and slick.

“Jay—” her voice cracked, desperate. “Please.”

That was it.

Jay snapped.

He stood abruptly, yanking his shirt over his head before shoving his sweats down, exposing his painfully hard cock.

Jake barely had time to pull back before Jay was moving between Y/N’s legs, gripping her thighs as he pressed his mouth against her dripping heat.

The second his tongue flicked over her swollen clit, Y/N let out a strangled moan, arching against the sheets.

Jay groaned against her, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His voice was breathless, thick with need. He licked another stripe through her folds, his tongue pressing against her entrance before dragging back up.

“So fucking pretty, princess,” Jay murmured between kisses. “Trembling for me like this.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard, making her entire body jolt.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, breath hot against her skin. “So fucking sweet.”

Jake swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around his cock as his other hand kneaded her breast, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers. He tweaked her nipple, watching the way Y/N’s back arched into his touch.

Heeseung wss still stroking himself, eyes locked onto her as she struggled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching her squirm beneath them. His cock twitched in his cum, his strokes slow, teasing. “Your’re doing so well.”

Jay moaned against her, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still.

Y/N sobbed out a breath, her entire body trembling. Jay’s tongue, Heeseung’s voice, the overwhelming pleasure—it was too much.

“Fuck— I can’t—” Her voice was breathless, wrecked.

Heeseung smirked, tilting his head, his tone smooth, taunting.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Go on then.”

That was it. That was all it took.

“Shit—Jay—I’m gonna—”

Y/N shattered.

Her breath hitched—

Her back arched—

And then she squirted.

Her release coated Jay’s lips, dripping down her thighs, pooling onto the sheets beneath her.

Jay groaned against her, licking her through her climax, lapping up every drop like he was addicted to her taste.

Jake cursed under his breath, his hand faltering as he stared at the mess she made. “Fuck,”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his cock. “Shit, that was so fucking hot.”

Jay finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking over his lower lip as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung exhaled slowly, his gaze dark, calculating.

Then—he smirked.

Without a word, he positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, his cock heavy in his palm as he nudged the thick head of his length against her soaked folds. He dragged himself along her slit, spreading her wetness but never pushing in, the obscene sound filling the room.

Not yet.

Y/N’s body jolted slightly at the teasing sensation, her thighs tensing, hands clutching at nothing. She was desperate—aching to feel something inside her.

“Please,” she muttered, so soft that Heeseung almost didn’t hear it.

Then—Jay stepped forward, cock in hand.

His voice was low. Commanding.

“Open up, princess.”

She barely processed the words before parting her lips.

He swiped his cock across her mouth, slow and deliberate, before finally pushing in.

The deep groan that rumbled from Jay’s chest sent a fresh wave of heat straight through her, making her thighs clench helplessly.

At the same time, Jake was still beside her, kneeling at her side, his cock hard and twitching. His hand palmed her breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

Y/N reached for him blindly, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She began to stroke him—slow, teasing, unsteady from the haze of pleasure Heeseung was still dragging out of her.

Sunghoon, now positioned at the side, stroked himself, watching the sight before him unfold. His hand worked up and down his cock, quiet, ragged breaths escaping him as his gaze locked onto Y/N’s mouth stretched around Jay, her small hand pumping Jake, her legs still spread wide for Heeseung.

And then—Heeseung picked up his pace.

He gripped the base of his cock, dragging his tip up and down her entrance with more pressure, rubbing against her swollen clit before dipping lower, teasing her core.

Y/N whimpered around Jay, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair as her tongue worked over him.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Jake rasped, breath uneven as she stroked him faster. His head tilted back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Such a good girl,” Sunghoon exhaled, his hand moving faster over himself. “Taking all of us like this… fuck, baby.”

As she heard those words, her strokes on Jake quickened, her grip tightening around him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung continued his torturous pace between her legs, dragging his cock along her clit over and over—spreading her open, building the pressure, pulling her right to the edge.

Her body shuddered violently, the coil in her stomach winding impossibly tight.

Then, Heeseung increased his speed.

The motion was sharp, precise, his cock swiping rapidly over her swollen clit—

And it shattered her.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, muffled around Jay’s cock as she suddenly squirt all over Heeseung’s cock, soaking him in her release.

Jay groaned sharply, his hips jerking forward at the intense vibration against his cock.

“Shit—just like that, princess.”

Y/N released Jay from her mouth with a gasp, breath hitching, her lips slick and parted as she tried to steady herself.

At the same time, her hand slipped off Jake’s cock. He sucked in a breath, watching her body spasm, her legs trembling violently from the force of her orgasm.

“God,” Jake muttered, jaw clenched, voice low. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, gripping himself tighter, his strokes turning rough and desperate. “Fucking hell, baby—look at you, making such a mess.”

Heeseung groaned, looking down at the mess she had just made on him, his smirk deepening.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, dragging his soaked cock against her folds again. “That was so fucking hot.”

Y/N’s entire body trembled, oversensitive and overstimulated from her last orgasm, but the boys weren’t done with her.

Not even close.

Y/N barely had a moment to process before she felt Heeseung press against her entrance again. The thick head of his cock nudged at her slick folds, teasing, rubbing, spreading her wetness but not pushing in yet.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Ready, baby?” His voice was low, velvety, filled with dark amusement.

Before she could answer, another presence loomed in front of her—Sunghoon.

His cock hovered near her lips, his fingers finding her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip. “Still got room for me, yeah?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she nodded, parting her lips to take him in.

“Fuck yes—just like that,” Sunghoon groaned, rolling his hips forward as she sucked him in deeper, her tongue tracing the sensitive vein along his length.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s fingers dug into her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he continued gliding his cock through her folds. He took his time—slow, deliberate—coating himself in her arousal, dragging it out, savoring every second.

“Look at you,” Jake murmured from the side, his hand stroking himself lazily. “So fucking desperate to please us.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon’s cock, the overstimulation making her entire body shudder.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jay added, his voice low, amused. His hands roamed her exposed body, fingers finding her breasts. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips—tugging, teasing—leaning in close, his breath warm against her flushed skin.

“Being our pretty little plaything?”

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that,” Sunghoon groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her pace—resisting the urge to thrust deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

From the side, Jake leaned back, stroking himself slowly. His eyes were dark, heavy with lust, locked onto her completely.

“Shit,” he muttered, breath hitching. “I could watch this all fucking night.”

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his patience finally reaching its limit, his grip on her hips tightening.

Then—he pushed inside her completely.

Y/N gasped, choking slightly on Sunghoon as Heeseung stretched her open, filling her inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” Heeseung groaned, his head tilting back as her walls clenched around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Sunghoon let out a strangled moan as Y/N’s mouth instinctively tightened around him in response to the intrusion. His hips twitched forward slightly before he forced himself to still.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon murmured, his breath uneven, trying to hold himself together. “Take both of us like a good girl.”

Jay smirked, his hand trailing across her chest before fondling her breast, watching the way her body trembled between them.

“You’re fucking perfect like this, princess.”

Y/N could barely think. Her mouth was full of Sunghoon—her body completely overwhelmed, drowning in pleasure.

Then—she momentarily pulled away.

A broken moan tore from her lips as Heeseung’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace ruthless. Each deep thrust sent electrifying waves through her, leaving her completely at their mercy.

“Fuck, Hee—you feel so good,” she gasped, her voice trembling, wrecked.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, snapping his hips harder, making her jolt beneath him.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “You fucking like that?”

Without missing a beat, she found Sunghoon’s cock again and took him back into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she sucked with renewed desperation.

Sunghoon groaned, her lips trembling around his length, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward. His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her with a pace that grew more erratic by the second.

“Shit—she’s getting so fucking messy,” he gritted out, eyes locked on the way spit dripped from her lips, trailing down her chin.

Y/N whimpered, her hands reaching blindly, desperate for an anchor as every nerve in her body blazed. She was unraveling. Overwhelmed.

This time, her hand found Jay’s cock—still hard as he toyed with her breast—and she began stroking him mindlessly, caught in the haze.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jay taunted, voice low and amused. “Being passed around like a little plaything for us to use?”

Jake groaned, eyes locked on the wreckage between her legs as he stroked himself with tight, slow fists.

“Shit, look at her,” he panted. “She’s fucking dripping. You’re ruining her, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a low growl, snapping his hips into her harder, hitting deep, making her body jolt forward with every powerful thrust.

“You hear that, baby?” he murmured, his fingers bruising against her hips. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

Sunghoon moaned above her, his cock twitching as she struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

And then—while Heeseung was slamming into her relentlessly—his thumb found her clit.

He circled it with precision, the pressure increasing, faster and faster, until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

She was unraveling. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong. Her entire body trembled, pushed to the brink—every muscle tensing, every breath shuddering.

She tried to cry out, to moan—but Sunghoon was still in her mouth. Her throat tightened around him as her jaw slackened in desperation.

“Hee—I—fuck, I can’t—”

Her words were muffled, broken around Sunghoon’s cock, her voice strangled by the pressure building inside her.

Heeseung smirked, leaning down so his lips grazed her ear.

“Cum for me, baby,” Heeseung murmured, his voice low, smooth—teasing. 

He didn’t let up. If anything, his pace grew more brutal—each thrust deeper, harder. His thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles over her clit, forcing her to the edge, holding her there until she shattered.

Her entire body tensed.

Then, she trembled violently, squirting all over him, her release coating his cock, her thighs shaking as she cried out, completely wrecked.

A strangled moan tore from her lips, her throat vibrating around Sunghoon as her walls clenched around Heeseung, holding him in a vice grip.

“Fuck—fuck,” Heeseung groaned, his pace stuttering for just a moment, his grip on her hips tightening.

Even after slowing his thrusts, he could still feel it—see it. Y/N was still squirting, her body trembling violently beneath him, completely and utterly wrecked.

His dark gaze flickered downward, watching the way she spasmed, the slickness coating his length, dripping down her thighs.

He smirked, voice deep, breathless. “Fuck, baby… you’re still squirting?”

Y/N whimpered weakly, her body shuddering, overstimulated—until, finally, it stopped.

A slow, open-mouthed kiss was pressed against her breast, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her flushed skin.

“You’re our good little plaything, aren’t you?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, staring down at the mess she had made, the way her thighs still quivered, slick dripping onto Heeseung.

“Holy shit,” he panted. 

Sunghoon groaned, his teeth gritting together, his fingers curling around Y/N’s damp hair as he struggled to hold himself back.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—”

Heeseung cut him off, his voice smooth, a warning.

“Not yet, Hoon.”

Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff with restraint. He groaned, reluctantly pulling back, his cock twitching in his fist as he forced himself to hold back, his breath ragged.

Y/N gasped for air, her lips red and swollen, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as Heeseung’s relentless thrusts continued to rock her.

Jake, who had been watching intently, smirked as he reached out, dragging his thumb across her spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. I can’t take this anymore. Come on, Hee.”

Heeseung merely chuckled, his control unwavering.

Heeseung hummed, amusement lacing his tone. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

He drew out his next thrust, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him as he finally pulled out, groaning at the slickness coating his length.

Jay exhaled, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he drank in the sight before him.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, fisting his cock at the sight of Y/N’s wrecked, trembling form.

“God, you’re such a mess,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect like this.”

Y/N could barely register their words, her mind clouded with pleasure, her body still pulsing from the intensity of her orgasm.

From the side, Sunghoon tilted his head, his smirk widening.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice was teasing, dark. “Getting fucked stupid while we all use you?”

A desperate, broken whimper left her lips, her thighs twitching at his words.

Heeseung let out a quiet hum of amusement, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath.

Because now—it was their turn.

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I finally finished the first chapter - I'm calling it prologue - of my college AU Thanos Team fanfiction.

For now, I'll post it here under the cut:

Prologue

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Gyeong-su is sure he can change Nam-gyu's life

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(NOTE: the first thing I want to do is apologize about Nam-gyu because he’s an asshole in this chapter)

 The room was still dark and Nam-gyu wasn't sure why he’d woken up. He mumbled softly, trying to go back to sleep and failing... For some reason. His mind was too groggy to think of anything in that situation.

 Only after a few seconds did he realize his cell phone was ringing, the music irritating his hearing and immediately stressing him out.

 "What is it!?" He complained in a slurred voice, as if the device could answer him. At the same time, he slammed his hand against the cabinet next to his bed, where he remembered leaving his cell phone charging. He needed to wait for his eyes to get used to the light so he could read the name on the screen:

 "Mom," was all it said.

 So he ignored it, suddenly more alert. Why would she even...?

 No. He wouldn't even think about it. It was way too early for that.

 When the phone went silent again, Nam-gyu closed his eyes and rolled over in bed, covering his head so he could fall asleep faster. Fuck it, he still had a few hours of sleep left, he wasn't going to lose them because of something like that.

 Or, apparently, he was wrong.

 Not even three minutes had passed when his ears picked up another noise. This time, coming from the bedroom door. Three quick knocks and then:

 "Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu? Can I come in? I'm going in, okay?"

 No sooner said than done, his door was opened completely. Nam-gyu growled, removing the blanket and sitting on the bed:

"What the hell... What time is it?" He asked, still reluctant and barely able to open his eyes due to the sudden light.

 "Uh... 5:15 am?" Gyeong-su asked more than answered, walking towards his bed.

Without saying a word, Nam-gyu laid down for the second time. But of course his friend didn't accept that, pulling his arm and continuing: 

 "No, no way! You agreed to this yesterday!"

 "I didn't-"

 "Of course you did! It was last night, man! There's no way you don't remember, get up!"

 "Today's Sunday!"

 "That's exactly why!"

 "Fuck you!"

That didn't work and, when he realized, Gyeong-su had already pulled him out of bed and placed him standing next to himself. The little shit was now smiling proudly, his hands resting on his waist:

 "I programmed an entire map for our route today. You'll like it, believe me! Did you know there's a forest behind that pharmacy? The one right behind the-"

 Nam-gyu got tired of hearing it, going straight out of the room. At least this time, Gyeong-su got the message and shut up, just following him down the narrow hallway. It was the least he could do, considering he was dragging Nam-gyu for a "morning walk" (he had called it that, not Nam-gyu).

 He walked straight to the bathroom, pausing at the door for just a second. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a movement in front of him: it was almost imperceptible, but he was sure it was Se-mi entering her own room, slamming the door shut. This irritated him, to say the least. Nam-gyu took a step back, getting closer to his friend:

 "Why did this bitch come to live here if she doesn't even have an ounce of manners?"

 "Hey, it's not nice to call-"

 "Shut up. Have you even talked to her? Does she ever leave her room?"

 "I thought you'd think that was a good thing," Gyeong-su shrugged, "so you don't have to look at her face."

 "Clever," Nam-gyu gave a rare compliment, closing the door behind him. As he went to the bathroom and returned to his room to change, he kept thinking about Se-mi.

 He and Gyeong-su had rented the apartment two months ago, which meant that neither of them really got used to it yet. Nam-gyu had known the other for years, but he wouldn't describe him as a close friend. It just so happened that they both needed to share a rent, and even then, they realized that their money wouldn't be enough anyway.

 In order to avoid having to move into a tiny, one-room place, they sacrificed one of the bedrooms in their current apartment and tried their luck. He would never imagine that a woman would offer to split the cost of the bills, but Se-mi was apparently desperate.

 Maybe. Nam-gyu knew very little about her.

 They went to the same university, were close in age, and that was where his knowledge about the woman ended. Se-mi didn't talk much, staying locked in her room during the rare moments she was home. It didn't take a genius to guess that this would never work out. He was surprised she hadn't given up since the beginning of the two weeks she'd been there.

 Yeah.

 Nam-gyu shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn't even care that much about the bitch in the first place. She was a total jerk, that's what.

 So he focused on the closet in front of him, choosing a random black T-shirt and pulling it over his head. Once he was dressed, he fixed his hair with his hands and tucked a few strands behind his ears.

 Then he crossed the hallway for good, heading for the kitchen. As if on autopilot, he opened the door of the fridge and picked up a bottle of whiskey. His throat was dry, but before he could unscrew the cap, the bottle was taken from his hands.

 "Hey!" He exclaimed.

 "No, no, no!' Gyeong-su held it up high so he couldn't reach it, even though the other was struggling beside him. He hadn't even noticed him approaching. "You made me promise not to let you drink it for breakfast!"

 "I never said that!"

 "Yes, you did. Nam-gyu, it was last night!"

 "If I don't remember, it's clearly not what I really wanted."

 "You were in a really bad state, man. Cold sweat and everything. You looked me in the eyes and said, 'I can't live like this anymore, Gyeong-su, you need to change my life,' and that's what we're going to start doing from today!" He told everything with dramatic gestures, which indicated that that wasn't really what had truly happened.

 For some reason unknown even to him, Nam-gyu gave up.

"I promise" Gyeong-su ran after him after putting away the whiskey and grabbing a bottle of water in its place. "I will change your life!"

For both their sakes, Nam-gyu kept his opinion to himself.

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 "Oh wait, man, I forgot my watch!"

 "Can't you just go without it?" As soon as Nam-gyu finished his sentence, Gyeong-su had already run into the apartment once again.

 They hadn't even been out for 30 seconds.

 With a sigh, he leaned against the wall, taking advantage of the free time to light a cigarette and place it between his lips. His vision was a little blurry as he looked through the small window on the other side of the hallway. It was a simple view, just a tree branch moving with the wind. Maybe it was slightly colder outside.

 Whatever. His head hurt, it felt like it was about to explode.

 Had he really talked about all that with Gyeong-su last night?

 He tried his best to clear his memories, but all he remembered was the two of them sitting on the couch. It didn't seem like a serious conversation, his mouth even hurt from laughing so much at that time. Was Se-mi there? Somehow, she was there. Maybe to tell them to shut up. Or... Did she stay longer? Did she talk to both of them? No, it couldn't be. Se-mi had never acted like that before.

 He was probably making a funny face as he tried to remember. When he came back to reality, he realized that someone was staring at him.

 "What is it?" Nam-gyu asked, raising his chin, trying to look intimidating even though he wasn't very successful.

 The boy in front of him straightened his posture as if he’d been startled.

He never saw him there before. He was short and wore a navy blue sweater. If that wasn't enough, he had a kind of pathetic look, as if he was about to faint.

 Nam-gyu just took a drag on his cigarette, pretending to ignore him.

 "Eh..." The other man spoke in a low voice, however, after a few seconds. "Do you know where apartment 75 is?"

 "No," Nam-gyu replied with a small smile.

 "Do you live here? In the building, I mean. It's just that I'm new and I forgot..."

 "Did you forget where your own apartment is? Seriously?"

 "I've never been here in person, this is the first day I've..."

 With each passing second, Nam-gyu found it more amusing, without even trying to hide it. As soon as he pushed himself off the wall, he pointed to the number on the door right next to him: 75.

 "Have you thought about taking a vision test? " He asked the boy, still in a good mood.

 The other didn't share the same feeling, mumbling an apology under his breath and unlocking the apartment to go in. Why had he even apologized to him?

 Weird guy.

 He'd been distracted by that for so long that only then did he notice how Gyeong-su hadn't come back yet. Nam-gyu peeked inside his own dark apartment, part of him barely able to resist the urge to just run away and come back there only at night, when his friend already forgot all that nonsense.

 He regretted not having followed through with the plan as soon as Gyeong-su appeared in his sight, straightening the watch on his wrist and letting out an exclamation:

 "Hey, no, no!" He wasted no time in trying to take the cigarette from Nam-gyu's hand. "That counts too, you made me promise not to let you smoke in the morning as well!"

 Nam-gyu elbowed him lightly, making it clear how he didn't care. So much so that he soon changed the subject:

 "What took you so long? Were you chatting with the bitch?"

 Gyeong-su gave him a reprimanding look as soon as the two began walking down the hallway. With that alone, Nam-gyu knew he’d hit the nail on the head.

 "She’d just woken up," Gyeong-su admitted. "She wanted to know how the TV remote worked, can you believe it?"

 "So she talks to you," Nam-gyu raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised and a little betrayed. Gyeong-su didn't say a word, just sighed. The two reached the top of the stairs at the end of the hallway, Nam-gyu taking the lead to go down two steps at a time. Now that he wasn't facing the other, it was easier to ignore the discomfort and finally ask:

 "I talked to her yesterday too, didn't I?"

 "You really don't remember anything?" Gyeong-su followed closely behind him, dragging his entire arm along the railing.

 "I remember some things," Nam-guy raised his chin, half telling the truth, half lying. "We laughed for a long time."

 "Yeah! Because of you, man!"

 "Oh yeah..?"

 The two finished the two flights of stairs, arriving at the first floor. Gyeong-su was distracted for a few seconds, checking if there was any new mail for their apartment and realizing that the mailbox was empty. Shrugging, he walked back to Nam-gyu's side so they could leave the building. "You told me a lot of things! Like that time a guy at the club almost got you fired because he mistook you for someone else."

 "I told Se-mi that!?" This time, he didn't even think to hide his shock. Gyeong-su found it all very funny. He put his hand in front of his mouth to laugh lightly.

 Wait.

 "You're making it all up! That's it, isn't it?" Nam-gyu started to get suspicious, hating how he felt slightly embarrassed now.

 "Of course not! All of this happened for real, you can ask Se-mi."

 Then Nam-gyu realized it was better to concentrate on his cigarette, walking quickly and straightening his hair once more. The actual best thing would be to stop thinking about it. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to remember everything. So who cared?

 He looked around, trying to distract himself. There were only trees, buildings and houses, nothing too impressive. The wind blew hard against the branches. It wasn't necessarily cold, but he was starting to regret not having put on a coat. Maybe he should go back and get one, it wasn't like he was that far from the apartment. And he always felt more comfortable when he wore long coats, in the first place. Not that he has any insecurities about his arms, of course. And he would never feel comfortable having a conversation like that with someone he barely knew, especially with... Her.

 God, he was really bad at that.

 Why couldn't he stop thinking about that bitch?

 He let out a loud groan, making Gyeong-su jump in fright:

 "What the fuck are we doing out here!?" He spoke louder than he should've, letting out all the frustrations he was feeling since he woke up.

 Gyeong-su stared at him at first, with his eyebrows raised and his eyes slightly wide. He received that same look countless times before, and Nam-gyu didn't appreciate it. He knew it was his friend's silent way of saying he was worried about him. As if Nam-gyu were just a lost puppy.

 "I already told you," Gyeong-su began, in that slow and serious tone, speaking as if Nam-gyu was too dumb to understand simple sentences. "You told us some stories and then out of nowhere you complained about how shitty your life is."

 "I didn't do that."

 "Nam-gyu! Same thing again? You did! You spent like two minutes straight just talking about how the lowest point was having to share an apartment with people like us. We were pissed! You belittled my work-"

 "Rightly so. What work?" Nam-gyu rolled his eyes.

 "Hey! And Se-mi too, especially her. You said that she only didn't have a decent life because she was a disgusting prostitute who wasn't even good enough to get clients to rent a small studio apartment."

 "Okay, I believe that part."

 Gyeong-su rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly:

 "Why are you like that with her? Only with her? Did she do something to you?"

 "Yes," no.

 "What?"

Nam-gyu didn't feel like answering, so he didn't.

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Nam-gyu had no idea what he was expecting. He felt like an idiot once he realized that part of him almost wished Gyeong-su was right. That they would leave the apartment, walk around and something would suddenly change. He woke up with that weird weight on his chest, and that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. His head was also throbbing and he would occasionally sip from the bottle of water that Gyeong-su carried in the side pocket of his backpack. Both of those things, however, could easily be explained by the hangover. He was more used to waking up like that than not, that almost becoming his usual.

 But the weird feeling on his chest? That was rarer. Or at least it used to be. Until he moved to this apartment. However, once again, he was starting to get used to it.

 Shit. He shook his head and looked up. Then at Gyeong-su.

 "Look, look!" His friend skipped ahead of him and pointed down the ravine they were walking on at that moment. "You can see our building from here!'

  "Wow." Nam-gyu said sarcastically.

 Gyeong-su lowered his head, still smiling a little:

 "Can you at least pretend to be having a little fun? I'm feeling a little bad now."

 Nam-gyu opened his mouth, ready to give any answer that would make him shut up again. Why he didn't, was a mystery even to him. For a second, he sighed softly. Maybe it was because of the isolated environment, far from anyone else who could hear him. Maybe it was because, besides Gyeong-su, he had no one else to comment on that matter.

All he knew was that the words that came out of his mouth were:

 "My mother called me this morning."

 Gyeong-su's entire posture changed. He lowered his shoulders, becoming more serious despite grunting an "uhhhh", waving one of his hands in the air.

 As Nam-gyu already said, he and Gyeong-su had never been very close. They barely knew about each other's personal tastes or how they lived before that shared house. All Nam-gyu knew about his new friend was about the stupid games he played live for a bunch of idiots who donated money to him. And all Gyeong-su knew about him, apparently, was about his mother.

 "What the hell, man," He tried to comfort Nam-gyu, placing his free hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it...?"

 "With you? Obviously not!" Then Nam-gyu returned to his normal behavior, rolling his eyes. He was almost offended that the other even considered that possibility.

 To keep the uncomfortable conversation from going on, he started walking again. The entire path in front of him consisted of the same thing: trees. He only knew where to go because of the thin, straight path beneath his feet, probably formed by the amount of people who preferred to take shortcuts there rather than walk through the buildings and convenience stores.

 The sun escaped through the yellow leaves, and now it was less cold, fortunately. He felt slightly more at ease, until Gyeong-su took the lead with quick steps and went back to narrating everything he saw, pointing out every useless detail like a tour guide.

 Nam-gyu raised his eyebrows, pleased that the other ignored the previous subject so easily.

 "I'm just waiting for the moment when you 'change my life'" Nam-gyu let himself laugh a little at the situation.

 "Calm down," The other said with a confidence disproportionate to reality. "You need to be a little more patient."

(NOTE: This chapter was basically nothing, this is why I'm calling it "prologue". It'll only make more sense once there are more chapters, the sole reason for all these scenes was to introduce Nam-gyu's life. And because I think it's funny to note how grumpy and different he is when he's with anybody else other than Thanos)

[tessasturns]

what are the chances. (pt.2)

fem!reader x brothers bsf!matt

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warnings: suggestive content, swearing, underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, text messages, not proofread !!

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your eyes fluttered open as you stirred awake. you felt something on your chest, only to look down and see it was matt. you forgot he wouldn't shut up untilhe slept like this. you attempt to grab your phone without waking him, but he groans as he wakes up. "y/n? what are you- why am i laying here?" he babbles, obviously not having any memories from last night. "do you not remember?" you ask, and he shakes his head. "you had wayyy too much to drink and would not go to sleep unless it was here with me, and your brother didn't want you to throw up on him so i was kinda forced to." he slightly chuckles at his ignorance from last night. "oh shit...sorry 'bout that. i guess that explains my pounding headache" he mumbles.

"guys wake up!" nick says, unzipping your tent to see you and matt basically cuddling. "what-whats going on here?" he says, hiding a grin. "nothing nick, shut the fuck up" matt responds, getting off your chest. "sure...anyways, hurry and get ready hornballs" he says, walking away. you purse your lips into a smile as you and matt get up and out of the tent. everyones eyes are on you as walk out.

"me, nathan, and chris are going fishing, you wanna join?" jimmy says to matt. "uhh no thanks, i'll stay here with y/n, celeste, and nick" he says. your mom and marylou had already left for a walk so that just left you, celeste, nick, and matt.

you all sit in a bigger tent, no one saying anything, just sitting on their phones. "ugh i'm bored" nick groans as he tosses his phone to the side. his eyes slightly light up as a smug grin plays at his face. "hey y/n, why were you and matt literally cuddling when i came to wake you guys up?" after he says those words, my eyes shoot to matts. we share a look as i stutter to try and explain myself. "well, you see" i sigh as i begin. "matt just was really tired and i was asleep and i gues we just woke up like that, i don't really know" nick looks at me with a confused look. "sure, if you say so" he says as we go back to our phones.

the day basically passes us by as we find ourselves sitting around the campfire once again. we're all just talking and cracking jokes around a campfire, and it truly is just a night you won't forget. it's the same routine as last night; the parents go to sleep, which just leaves us. celeste is to my right as she sends me a text. i open the text, sighing as she's right next to me.

| celestey👅

yo i got an idea, distract the boys

we're getting fucking wasted tonight.

my heart races as i read that message. i don't question how shes gonna do it, i just simply try to talk to the boys. they're already talking about some old memories so it won't be hard to distract them any further. it's not too late yet, but i try to stall for as long as possible befroe they decide to go to sleep. from the corner of my eye, i see celeste grab about six drinks from the cooler beside her, now it makes sense why she wanted to sit here with me. she hides them in her shirt and gets up.

"my stomach's lowkey hurting," she looks at me dead in the eyes like she's waiting for me to say something. "hey y/n don't you have tylenol in your purse?" she asks you that, knowing you don't. you knew what she was up to so you decided to play along. "oh...oh yeah i do! it's in the tent, give us a second" i say, walking to the tent with celeste. we giggle as we hide in there and zip the door shut. "drink up hoe" she says, handing me three white claws. "woah, celeste c'mon" i chuckle, quietly opening the drink and taking some small sips. celeste however, is almost on her third. "bitch chug!" she giggles as i shotgun the rest of the drinks. we finish the last ones and hide the cans underneath a bag to my right.

we stumble out of the tent, the alcohol starting to take a small toll on us. "celeste, feelin' better?" chris asks as we sit back down. "yeah no i'm good" she says. "imma sleep, we're goin' on a hike tomorrow i need some rest" nate says as he walks over to the tent. the boys have started to settle down, but now it's just you and celeste incoherently babbling about nothing in particular.

"heyyy matt" you say, breaking the silence. "can you pleaseee let me have a white claw?" you batt your lashes innocently. "i- y/n, you know i'm not supposed to let you do that" he says with a sympathetic look. "pleaseee" you drag the word out in some hope he would agree. chris and nick both look at matt, hoping how would make the right decision. "sorry y/n but no" he sighs. "ugh fineee" you whine.

you and celeste, in your now drunken state, were just getting up and dancing for no apparent reason. matt loved the way you moved your body, it just made his situation in his pants much worse. once you were sat back down, he mumbled in your ear, "you have no clue what you're doin' to me doll." a smirk toys at your face. nick, celeste, nate, and chris have already went to their own tents, leaving you and matt by the campfire.

you and celeste had secretly shared two more beers before going to sleep, the alcohol hitting your body like a ton of bricks. matt had enough of the teasing, and he pulled you into the tent. although no one was outside, he still wanted some privacy. the two of you sit in the tent, not really doing anything.

"mattt" you whine. "yes doll?" he responds. you're too lazy and drunk to acknowledge the pet name, you just roll with it. "has anyone told you you're pretty? like sooo pretty?" you say, laying your head on his chest. "ah thank you y/n" he responds.

he pulls your lips into a hungry and passionate kiss, both of you moving into it. the tent is filled with the sound of lips smacking and bodies moving, but matt’s phone dings as he checks it.

| chris

omg you and y/n better stfu rn bitch im trying to sleep

you and matt both giggle as he apologizes through text. the two of you sit in a comforting silence as you slowly drift off to sleep, matt playing with your hair.

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to be continued...

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"I'll fix him - Toji Zenin X Reader" [Toji Fushiguro]

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Laying in his bed with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he is fighting with himself, with everything he's thinking about right now. "Why is she so annoying?" He asked himself.

He met a young woman last month, she was so kind to him without a reason, although when he was so cold towards her. She always approached him with a big smile on her face.

He put his hands on his head and groaned, thinking about the last month again and again. Satoru introduced her to him because she wanted to meet him and he doesn't even know why.

He isn't well known for his always kind behaviour, he's a bad guy in fact and Satoru knows that. But he still introduced this stupid brat, the most beautiful woman he ever saw to him.

Toji felt so stupid, he doesn't even know why he thinks so much about that situation, about Satoru and her. He's confused and doesn't know what's going on. Maybe he's just annoyed about it that Satoru just wanted to show off his girlfriend or something like that. Or is it even his girlfriend? He doesn't know and also doesn't give a shit about it.

After a lot time passed, what felt like hours he took his phone and went through some messages, trying to clear his mind. He deleted a lot messages and blocked some contacts from his previous hook ups he had.

Some of them where crying about why Toji never answers their messages, or asking him when they can meet again to fuck around but he wasn't in the mood to reply to any of them.

After looking through his chats he is starting to go through social media. But nothing works for him because his mind is only filled with that woman.

He decided to go out, ignoring the fact that it's three in the morning. He's putting on his grey sweatpants, a black shirt and a jacket before leaving his apartment.

He lives in a very small apartment in a bit more dangerous quarter of the city. A lot of stuff is happening here everyday. You can always hear someone scream, barking dogs who sound like they want to kill someone, people who are beating up each others asses and a lot more shit like that.

He chose this apartment only because it was cheap, so he had more money to use for sport bets.

He's earning his money from killing People, like a contract killer, an assassin. His clients always sent him pictures of the victims and their informations. He gets paid a lot of money for that, but he isn't good in spending his money. He's acting like a little child when it comes to that.

He took a deep breath of this beautiful fresh air in the middle of the night, it was round about early spring time and it's still a bit cold. But the temperature was just fine for Toji, even when he's only wearing a shirt with a thin jacket.

What he wants to do at three in the morning? He doesn't even know himself, he just wants to get this annoying woman out of his head. He first wants to head to a gas station to get some cigarettes and something to drink. After that he's just looking what this night brings for him.

"Give me theses." He said pointing towards the cigarettes he wanted. After receiving the cigarettes and paying for them he left the gas station and lit on his cigarette. He took a drag from his cigarette, closing his eyes and enjoying the taste of it in his mouth. But his joy didn't last long because when he reached for another taste someone took his cigarette and threw it on the ground. After that he saw how someone stepped on it and moved his foot on it to completely destroy the cigarette.

"Did you know that cigarettes are unhealthy as fuck dude?" A guys voice spoke to him, and Toji immediately recognised this provocative voice.

He can be lucky that they know eachother, otherwise he would have knocked him out until his face wasn't able to be recognised.

"Thanks, I didn't notice." Toji said and took another cigarette and put it in his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hand, and with the other one he lit the cigarette with his lighter.

But he couldn't even taste this one because it went straight to the ground again. Toji looked up now, a bit more annoyed now.

"You would be chasing me down in my fuckin nightmares you know that Satoru?" Toji asked sarcastic.

"Oh yes, and I would do it with pure enjoyment." The white haired man said smiling.

"Now really, what do you want? I don't have enough energy for you at three in the morning."

"Am I not allowed to visit my friend whenever I want? I thought friends are always there for eachother?"

Satoru said while patting Tojis back.

"We are friends? Never heard of that."

Toji said while rolling his eyes back. He took a step back and wanted to leave but Satoru stopped him.

"Wait wait! I wanted to talk with you."

"I don't have the energy for a Satoru Gojo at three in the morning now leave me the fuck alone and just message me or something." Toji said and he attempted to leave again.

"Do you have time this weekend? Suguru suggested a party, it's a bigger event with a few artists there. You want to join us?" Toji was speechless, his peace he had before Satoru arrived was destroyed because of something like this?

"And for this you are following me around like an old disgusting creep?" Toji asked him and Satoru made a gesture where he pretended like he's been hurt. "Ouch."

"You're so annoying please why are you looking for me in the middle of the night for this shit?"

Toji is losing his patience, he's already regretting his decision to go out tonight.

"Please? Y/N is also going."

Satoru said and Tojis eyes widen for at least a second.

But after this second he looked even more annoyed than before. This is the last name he wanted to hear of today.

"And now? I don't care if your little girlfriend is going to a party or not." After Toji said this Satoru looked even disgusted.

"You are a creep, she's my fuckin sister you jerk."

Toji looked a bit confused.

"You have a sister?" He asked disbelieved.

"Bro you are such a piece of shit, you know that?"

Toji nodded and a little smile leaves his lips.

He exhaled loudly "I probably know."

"So? You're coming or not?" Satoru asked again.

Toji was unsure, trying to get his head clear but since Satoru mentioned this woman again he can't think straight. He looked up, looking into this beautiful clear sky. The moon is shining bright and the stars are looking beautiful as usual. Just like her.

His eyes widen at this thought and he looked back to Satoru, who was still waiting for an answer.

"I'm not coming Satoru."

He said and turned around to go back home. He just wanted to get away from this annoying freak.

"If you change your mind just message me alright? You won't regret coming I promise!"

He said and Toji groaned annoyed, yeah sure.

Toji headed back home now. He doesn't want to risk it to see the whitehead again this night. He wanted to go out in peace and not to meet this big clown in the middle of the night.

He put his hands in the pockets of his pants because his hands were freezing a bit.

His thoughts are lost again, what he wanted to avoid, to even forget this night is now a even bigger topic in his head than before. This woman is a mystery, why is she in his head like a strong magnet that can't get pulled out? He doesn't even know much about her, he just talked a bit with her because of Satoru.

She was speaking a lot and it seemed like she would never stop speaking, but that was something that Toji didn't mind. He would die for it, to hear her voice until his last day.

"Tzzzzkk" he hit his head against the wall beside his apartment door. And again, and again. She's not leaving his mind and it kills him.

He opened his eyes in disbelief, why was he acting like that? That isn't normal, this is just sick.

He opened the door to his apartment and just throws himself onto the coach. Hiding his face in the pillow.

He just wanted to sleep, hoping after a long peaceful sleep he would feel better.

He was wrong. After a few minutes just laying there he heard his phone, he got a notification.

It took him a bit to finally take the phone in his hand to look what message he got.

From an unknown number.

Hey, my brother came home right now and told me that you are coming with us to the Party. I'm glad to hear that and I'm excited to go there with my brother and you. :)

~Y/N

Toji wanted to scream.

He hates Satoru so much.

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I'll Call You; Jaehyun (part 2)

~Jaehyun's POV~

parts: 1 2 3?

It had been over a month since that fight between Y/n and I. In the heat of the moment I was mad, but thinking about it now...it was an overreaction.

I had spent the night, for over three years we had been sneaking around. Around last year is when I started openly showing up at her dorm, getting to know her members, friends. Even knew her manager.

The morning of the fight, I had told her that I had to leave, I had a recording session later that day. It had been around 9 in the morning, I didn't have to be at the studio until 5.

I was packing my stuff, she was still on the bed, laying on her side with her body weight resting on one arm. This was one of my favorite moments with her, just the two of us. I was searching the bedroom floor for my shirt when I heard her start to say something. Like she was inhaling. I looked up at her and turned my head to the side, a silent, 'You wanted to say something?'

That's when she asked if I could stay a little longer.

I'll admit, it was tempting and I couldn't help but allow a small smile to creep up on me. But I'm not exactly sure, but something changed my demeanor in a matter of seconds.

I had to remind myself that a relationship would be too complicated. Too nerve-racking for the both of us. There was a reason why the relationship was kept so vague in the first place. She was making everything more complicated than it had to be, I told myself.

And that's when I snapped.

"I thought what we had going on was enough? Now you want more? I mean...what the fuck Y/n? You spring this on me now. What do you expect me to say?", I said. I knew it sounded harsh, but I was defensive. The fight had happened so fast, I had no filter.

She told me to just forget it, she didn't mean it. But by that point, I knew I had not only sent out a harsh message that I'm not even 100% certain I meant, and now she was hurt. All I knew was that I had to get out of there before I said anything else.

I came up with some bullshit answer, "But now I feel like you want more from me. You know Y/n I just think we need a break for awhile okay, I'm busy with work right now anyways so i'll call you in a few weeks", but before I left she stopped me.

"I'll let you go but can I just say one thing", I looked over at her and waiting for her to continue. "If you would give me a bit more to work with, I wouldn't have asked in the first place, because I would've known you were busy. I had no idea you were preoccupied with work because you never tell me about any of that. Plus I thought the deal was that we only see each other when we're both not busy?"

And yet again, I was angry. To be fair, I DID have work later that day, so yes, I was busy. But I just couldn't believe it, she was making everything so complicated.

The last thing I had said to her was, "Oh, so now you're trying to twist my words. Like I said, I'll call you in a few weeks."

Now a month had passed. I didn't even know what I would say to her.

But because I had time to think, not only did I regret everything, but now I just don't know how to face her. Part of me wants to coincidentally run into her, the other part doesn't.

About two weeks after the fight, I had assumed things were over since she hadn't called me. At the time I was still felt like the anger was simmering. I still didn't know why though. Why was I angry at her asking me to stay with her for a few more hours?

Since I couldn't come up with a solid answer, I just decided to ignore the problem all together. I had been going out with friends and members almost every night, people from the company, one of which was Min-jeong, or Winter.

I could tell she liked me, I didn't really care, I was just looking for the company. I just wanted to get my mind off of things. Plus, I only really ever went out with her in a group.

This leads me to the current situation. Johnny, Doyoung, Jungwoo, and I went out with some other SM staff and artists, her included.

We were all sitting at a restaurant, all quietly talking, when I had turned to Johnny and said something. To this, she grabbed my arm and laughed playfully. Johnny looked at me suspiciously and raised his eyebrow. He had known about my relationship with Y/n and was of the first people I had spoken too after the fight we had. He was the one who told me I freaked out on her because I was the one who was afraid of commitment. I told him he was crazy, that a lack of commitment had nothing to do with the argument, but deep down, I was beginning to think he was right.

When we all got up to leave, I told Winter that I'd see her around which she seemed disappointed to hear. The more time I spent thinking about it, the fight I mean. The dumber I sounded in my head every time I tried to justify my actions. The things I said, the fact that I hadn't even texted her, let alone called to apologize.

So the next morning, the first thing I did was send Y/n a text, simply put: Can we talk?

She didn't respond immediately, so I sat around for a bit, glancing at my phone over and over again. But 10 minutes later I heard my phone go off. I felt my heart rate increase, but as I read her message, I felt it sink.

There's nothing to talk about.

'Nothing to talk about? I don't think so', I thought to myself.

So I texted her back: I just want to see you and apologize. I was a massive dick.

Another 5 minutes went by before she responded: Oh? I see that your new girlfriend has made you a better person, I don't want to talk to you. Leave me ALONE.

To this, I didn't know what to say. What girlfriend? Who told her I had a girlfriend? Did she see me with someone and got the wrong idea?

So texted her back: What are you talking about? I don't have a girlfriend, the only person I'm seeing is you.

All I got in response was: Bullshit.

When I responded back with a, 'I really need to talk to you', the message wouldn't send, signaling that I was blocked.

'Shit', I thought to myself. 'I have to fix this'.

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{A/N: Hewoooo, so I know I said I'd only be doing two parts, but halfway through writing this, I realized I'd rather make this a 3 or 4 parter. Depends on how I write part 3. Sorry for taking so long to come out with part 2 btw, I've been doing a lot of school work lately and my GPA fell🤧so I'm trying to make it up. If anyone has any tips for that plz let me know lol. Piece of advice; DO NOT TAKE AN INTERCESSION CLASS IF IT'S NOT URGENT LMAO, cuz that's what ruined my grade.

But anyways, I'm having fun with this series, like I said, I think part 3 will be the finale, but I'll see how it goes while writing it. Part 3 could be out the day after this part, or a month later, I'm like CoryXKenshin, you never know when I post lol, the difference is that I write fanfics on Tumblr}

[ferrarifinnick]

3 times | kimiko

kimiko x reader

that sweet smile only breaks out for two reasons...

saw this gif and just had to write about it. enjoy this short little drabble about the different situations where kimiko pulls this little face on you. also, kimiko supremacy is the only correct opinion. i don't make the rules oh but i do on this. kimiko girlies where are you i love you. as always, i hope you enjoy!! love <3 masterlist

warnings: smut at the end. sexting, fingering, drooling, boobs, kimiko in clothes that aren't black lol

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kimiko only ever pulls this face in three situations.

the first, when she's trying to slip off the hook for a mistake. those times she's caught thieving the last sweet treat stashed in the office of the boys, the one hidden behind the cobweb-ridden stale fruit bars. your emergency snacks.

sweet-faced kimiko. found innocent by judge and jury despite the crumbs still littering her glossy lips.

you'll also find this smile in the times when she knows she's gone too far. when on missions, too often she falls victim to taking too many risks in the name of assisting the movement to take down corrupted supes. her life, needlessly in jeopardy, earns her a secured spot on your naughty step.

"kimiko, that was stupid!" you'd scold, shaking her shoulders as if to knock some sense into her. or maybe it was you who needed sense for not suspecting she would pull such a reckless act again. "you could have gotten yourself hurt—killed even!" but the part that would really get her is when you'd ask, with a trembling lip, "i can't be the only one who makes it home, kimiko."

her heart would sink. she had seen you furious enough to know that this time was different from the rest. the rage that overcame you meant nothing to her. she could handle it, just like she had before. but the terror hidden behind it is what broke through to her. seeing you like this, frightened at the prospect of losing her. that she couldn't take.

her arms would coil around your waist so tightly, desperate even, as if a thousand helium balloons threatened to carry you up and away. out of her reach, like everyone else in her life. forget her powers. no amount of bullets she could ricochet, no number of limbs she could regenerate, none of it could ever matter if she didn't make it home to you. so she would hold you tight, terrified she might have finally pushed you away.

only when your shoulders would relax in her hold, anger floating away with the phantom balloons, would she release you from her iron-clad hold.

her face in your hands, you'd say, "don't overwork my heart, kimiko. it's already in overdrive for you. i can't bear to think of it stopping if something were to happen to you."

your emotional vulnerability, something she had not been blessed enough to experience before you, drew out a warmth in her eyes that only you were privy to. but even with your heart in your hands, your cards face up on the table, at her total mercy, that little smile floated its way onto her face.

was it gratitude? pride to see how bad you had it for her? you'd never know. you'd always be too busy shoving back her shoulder, signing out a quick and affectionate fuck you in response to her signing you got it bad for me, huh?

this smile would also make it's return when you'd be in the middle of a lecture from mm about the next mission he had planned. you'd feel your cellphone vibrate in your pocket, and when you'd hold it in your hands, you'd find a text from kimiko.

your confused glance would be ignored. all you'd get is a nod to your phone, and so you'd oblige and open her text message.

a picture of her taken in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. all you would see were the toned muscles of her long legs clad in knee-high socks. the ones you said were a turn on for you.

you'd glance up and find just a hint of a smirk, gone just as fast as it appeared. you'd cock a brow. she'd know you were asking when did you take that? the vibration of your phone would signal another text from her.

another image, this time of her thighs and—was that a white skirt? you'd squint at the image, trying not to move too quickly so as to avoid drawing mm's attention. the white skirt would fail to conceal the pink panties underneath, and was that a wet patch you could see?

finger and thumb would meet on the screen. pushing them apart, you would zoom in and right there, where her slit would be, was a shade of pink darker than the rest.

your jaw would be clenched. slowly your eyes would drag up to find the smirk she could no longer hide. one corner of her lips would curl even more, and then you'd be met with the final vibration.

this time, it would be a video. volume all the way down, just like your brightness, you would open it.

in and out, so fast you'd struggle to follow, her fingers would plunge in and out of her swollen pussy and it would be wet—no, gushing—spreading all over her hand and dripping down her thighs.

the camera would pan away from her abused slit, and your stomach would drop at the loss. but the beating in your chest would soon speed back up as the camera turned onto a dumb kimiko, eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue sticking out, drool leaking down her chin and onto her bare, bouncing breasts.

the video would end there.

the fire between your legs would be nothing compared to the desperation to cross the room and tear off kimiko's black jeans. would you find those pink panties? and where was she hiding that white skirt?

when you'd find kimiko staring back at you, cocky and entertained by your suffering, you'd shoot here a glare.

and right then, spun with sugar, sickly sweet, there it would be. that fucking smile.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Eren Jaeger

Main Story

Return to that Sick Mind III

Return to that Sick Mind IV

Reminiscing

The Survey Corps finally talk about Eren Jaeger.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." Miko counted as she started doing push ups on the floor.

"Work out regiment?" Onyankopon asked.

"Well I have to stay in shape somehow," Miko spoke in a strained voice, "Being cooped up in this box sucks."

"Don't you where an invincible suit of armor?" Sasha recalled.

"Yeah, but doesn't mean jack shit when I'm trying to detain people," Miko retorted, "Majority of the time we have to capture enemies of the state alive for interrogation. Sometimes we do kill them, but we use guns."

Miko grunted and she started to do push ups with one hand. "Apex Armor's for like...emergency uses only. Like stopping an atomic bomb from going off or fighting against rogue Decepticons."

"I'd join you in your workout regiment, but I am a little busy," Hanji commented as they used their fork to stab a hollow spot in the floor boards.

"Yeah, tearing up your quarantine space," Rafael remarked, watching a class lecture online from his bed.

"Hey, my space. I can do what I want," Hanji proclaimed.

"News flash: it's the U.S. governments space. You will get in trouble," Rafael retorted.

"Well I was kidnapped, so-!" Hanji blew a raspberry at Rafael before going back to wiggling their fork into the floor boards.

"Mature!" Rafael shouted at them.

"Anyone else want to join me?" Miko asked as she stopped doing push ups and pushed her legs off the ground to do a handstand.

"I'm...not really that athletic," Willy answered.

"Hm." Miko looked him up and down. "I can see that, silver spoon."

"Excuse me?" Willy was confused at the idiom.

"Anyone else?!" Miko offered to the rest of them.

"Well, I can't really see you," Historia declared.

"Anyone across from me want to mirror me so Historia can see?" Miko asked.

"I can try," Sasha offered.

Jack ignored Miko's invite, staring at his phone, specifically the text messages from Ultra Magnus, telling Jack to ask about Eren. He didn't want to. He really didn't want to. He heard them say that they weren't even ready to talk about it, and the last thing that he wanted to do was push, but the video. The video has been bothering him since Ultra Magnus sent it. And Jack had an urge to know the truth. But what would learning entail? Would they get mad at him? Would they feel betrayed? Would they?

"You've been staring at that thing a lot lately," Armin remarked, causing Jack to look at him.

"Uh...yeah...I was just looking at texts," Jack explained, trying to not elaborate further.

"Oh really? Who's texting you?" Miko asked, causing Jack to internally swear.

Jack looked back at his phone. "I've been texting the Autobots and-!"

"What?!" Hanji's forked snapped into two at Jack's explanation, "Damn it!"

"You've been in contact with the Autobots since you got your phone back?" Armin asked, "Did they tell you anything about Optimus or Megatron?"

"What about Arcee?!" Sasha demanded, "Is she okay?!"

"Arcee's recovering. Wheeljack is pretty much done. Optimus and Megatron are...stable. I haven't been given too much about them. I think they don't want us to get our hopes up just yet," Jack explained.

"Jack, why didn't you tell us?" Rafael asked as he grabbed his water cup and took a sip.

Jack took a deep breath and sighed. "The Bots have been wanting to know more about your guys' world and about Megatron...they looked into his mind."

"WHAT?!" Miko screeched as she lost her balance on her hand stand and banged her ankle on the cabinet drawer while Rafael spat out his water.

"Oh fuck me!" Miko grabbed her ankle in pain.

"Who looked into his head?!" Rafael shot up.

"Bee," Jack reluctantly replied.

"WHAT?!" Rafael screamed even louder, "Why the hell would Bumblebee look into his mind again?! Megatron literally hijacked his body!"

"You think I know the answer to that?!" Jack yelled at Rafael.

"Can someone explain how the hell titans are able to look into each other's minds?!" Kenshin demanded.

"The cortical psychic patch," Jack explained, "It's a device created by Megatron's manic scientist Shockwave. You can use it to peer into the minds of anyone on the other end of the device and see their memories, and they can't make any alterations to the memories. But if you don't disconnect the device properly, it can fry your brain, or in Bumblebee's case, trap one of the users into the other's mind. It's how Megatron took over his body in the first place."

"...Can I see the device?" Hanji raised their hand.

"WHOA!" Miko screamed at them.

"What is wrong with you?!" Rafael yelled.

"Hanji!" Onyankopon scolded them.

"Fine! Such a touchy subject!" Hanji grumbled.

"If the memories seen can't be altered, then the Autobots should now know we're telling the truth," Armin surmised, "So what? Are they still going to ask us about him?"

Jack sighed in defeat. "They don't want to know about Megatron changing. They want to know about Eren."

Armin, Hanji, Sasha, and Historia grew tense at that.

"Magnus needs to compile a full report and need as much information on him as possible," Jack explained, "Apparently, Megatron says his feelings to Eren are negative-!"

"Yes, Megatron hates Eren's guts and is jealous of him. It's no secret," Hanji rambled.

"Ha?" Miko questioned.

"He sent me this." Jack pressed the play button on the recording from Megatron's mind and pressed it up against the glass. Everyone in the area either heard the audio of Optimus speaking, or also saw the visuals that came with the audio.

"...Optimus tried to convince Eren to stop before he started the Rumbling?" Willy was taken aback by the audio that played.

"Optimus always chooses peace first." Jack pulled the phone back and locked the phone, "But...if you guys don't want to provide an explanation, I can tell Magnus and try to push it off."

"...It does sound like he could approach us later on the topic," Historia assumed.

"Probably." Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Seriously, I can push it off-!"

"Let's just get it out of the way," Armin relented, sitting in the space where the glass and the wall met.

Jack felt guilty, decided to sit down on the bed and rub his knees. "Anyone here that doesn't know much about Eren?"

"I didn't really talk to Eren that much," Onyankopon confessed, "Although Yelena wanted to in order to try and get Eren to agree to Zeke's plan."

"Me and Gabi have known him as an enemy," Colt explained.

"I...vilified him too," Willy reluctantly admitted.

"I only had interactions with Eren twice," Kenshin confessed, "The first time I was really just trying to mess with him because I noticed the way he was getting angry every time I talked to Mikasa. Second time, he had come to Hizuru with Wheeljack, and my dad asked him to come with me on a horse ride to the next town over. We had a interesting conversation about religion and god...I noticed how...easily agitated he got when we talked. How he succumbed to his anger whenever talking about something he hated or seeing someone he didn't liked...Maybe I should have said something when I was sending letters to Optimus..."

"...Eren used to be quite passionate about killing all of the titans and freeing humanity when we were training together," Historia explained, "He hated them with a passion. But...when we learned about the truth about humanity, it really messed with him. The passion and fire he had in his eyes began to dim....There was a situation with the power of the titans. Eren had the powers of the Founding Titan, but couldn't use it because he wasn't of royal blood. I have royal blood, but if I were to take the Founding Titan, I would have been a prisoner of the vow renouncing war. But I could still make contact with Eren and activate some memories...Eren came to me one night...afraid...he said he was seeing things and wanted to touch my hand in order to activate the power. When he did, he just...shut down completely...and left...I don't think he was the same after that. And I blame myself for it."

"...We used to call him a 'suicidal maniac'." Sasha chuckled sadly at the memory, "Cause he would always try to get himself killed when trying to do dangerous things. Maybe when we thought humanity was extinct, it could have been considered honorable or just straight up reckless. But...he went off on his own on a foreign continent, planned an attack against world leaders without talking to us first...he attacked us...and told Mikasa he hated her. And he..."

Sasha quickly wiped her tears. "Why the hell would he kill Connie? They were close, and Connie only had us left. His whole village was turned into titans. We were his family, and Eren just killed him. I don't understand."

"...I wish I could have understood too." Hanji confessed, their efforts to pry the floorboard open long forgotten, "I used to do experiments with Eren to help him figure out his titan powers. I have a bombastic personality though, and I can push on things if I'm really passionate about it. Optimus usually had to keep me in check and get me to respect Eren's boundaries. Eren...used to be a good kid. He was passionate about joining the Survey Corps. He still wanted to do the experiments with me to find out about his powers. I thought he trusted me....I thought he trusted Optimus. Optimus seemed to be the only one who could really reign him in. Eren used to hate him, and one day he suddenly begged Optimus to start teaching him how to fight. Hell, Optimus apparently told us that Eren called him 'Dad' one time."

Hanji chuckled in defeat. "But what do I know? I mean, Eren activated the Rumbling. He took out my eye and stabbed Optimus and broke his mask. Some 'mad scientist' I am. Right?"

Jack turned his attention to Armin, and he saw him curl up into a ball and turn his head away from the glass. "I think...I can send this over to Magnus to get him to leave you guys alone for the time-!"

"Eren was my first friend," Armin confessed, "I used to get picked on a lot when I was younger for being weak, but I always refused to run from those fights. Eren actually spotted me one day and asked me why I didn't fight. And I basically told him I didn't run away. That facing the danger was my way of fighting. He asked me my name, and later he brought me to his home to eat food there. He later took me home with his dad and we just became friends after that."

"If you don't mind me asking, how does Mikasa play into this?" Rafael asked, "She's close to Eren too, right?"

"I don't think that's a good thing to-!"

"When Mikasa was nine, her parents were murdered right in front of her, and she was going to be sold into sexual slavery," Armin cut Hanji off. Everyone except the Survey Corps grew mortified at this information, "Eren managed to go after her and kill two of the kidnappers, while Mikasa found the will to kill the third one. Grisha and Eren brought her home and made her part of the family."

"...dude," Miko could only muster.

"So...why was Eren angry all the time?" Rafael asked again, wanting to change the topic.

"It wasn't always like that. When we were younger, Eren was pretty apathetic as a kid. He didn't really have any dreams or goals he wanted to obtain...that wasn't until I showed him about the outside world. Learning about the outside world was forbidden in the walls, but my grandpa had a book on it and I wanted to show Eren. I was excited to show Eren, and it was the first time I've really seen excitement on Eren's face."

Armin smiled a little at the memory. "We wanted to go see the outside world, and Eren wanted so badly to join the Survey Corps to do it. He wanted to fight all the titans and not live the rest of his life behind those walls. But...revenge later became apart of it. When...when the Warriors attacked Shinganshina, Eren's mom was eaten by a titan right in front of him, and he wanted nothing more than to eradicate the titans from the world."

"We joined the Trainee Corps when we were twelve. We were orphans at that age and military training was the only real option for us to take. We trained together, made new allies and friends, but when the Warriors attacked again, and I almost got eaten by a titan, Eren jumped in and saved my life, getting eaten right before my eyes. I don't really know how Eren awakened his powers. Maybe because he got injured before he was eaten. I don't know. Optimus had grabbed me in that moment and taken me away from the danger in my hysteria. But even though, Optimus and Eren worked together to stop the titan invasion. Optimus was one of the first people to show any real compassion to him when everyone was scared of him for his powers. He treated him with kindness and civility. I think Eren looked up to Optimus because he didn't have any other parental guidance. Optimus listened to him and made him feel heard."

Armin didn't know why he was rambling. He didn't know why he was talking too much, but he just wanted to get all of this off of his chest. Get rid of it and not talk about it ever again. "But...there were so many things that I missed...or chose not to notice. When we overthrew the government. Eren wanted to take his own life and I didn't notice. But it was Megatron of all people that did. He noticed and stopped Eren from taking his life. And then my best friend who I wanted to see the world with was going to die in eight years because of the titan curse. And there was nothing that I could do about it. And the outside world we dreamed of never existed, and it was full of other people that wanted us gone."

Armin laughed bitterly. "But I wanted peace. Optimus wanted peace. We all wanted peace. But..." Armin remembered those words that were told to him. Told to him in the Paths by him. "Eren didn't believe that peace was possible. I think with his powers, he saw futures that were coming into fruition, and conflict kept happening over and over again...I don't think Eren saw a point in making peace anymore, and just wanted to act selfishly to try and see the world I showed him in that book all those years ago.”

Armin started to cry. "And I...refused to notice or even do anything about it. I kept giving Eren the benefit of the doubt. So much so that, once again, Megatron was warning us that Eren was dangerous and needed to be dealt with. Megatron went out of his way to save us and warn us and I didn't listen because I didn't want to believe that my best friend was capable of such cruel and horrible things. And I hate him! I hate that he tried to destroy everything out of selfishness! That he told Mikasa he hated her! That he killed millions of people and Connie! But some part of me still cares about him and I hate that it does! But all I feel is hatred for him! Isn't that so hypocritical of me?! That I want Megatron to live, knowing what he's done and how it's so much worse than Eren, but hate my own best friend for following the exact same thing that Megatron did?!"

Armin froze when he saw everyone staring at him in shock. Armin finally noticed the tears streaming down his face and rubbed them away.

"Tell Ultra Magnus, that I don't want to talk about Eren anymore." Armin stood up, "Never again."

Armin walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving everyone to sit in the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah, let's make it a rule to not speak about Eren anymore, especially since the wounds are still fresh." Hanji pointed to the bandages around their eye.

"Yep." Rafael said.

"Totally." Miko agreed.

"...Got it." Jack relented. He stared at his phone and type one final text before throwing it aside.

I should have never asked about him.

[talentisntgenius]

Heard you like PJhazel, so hope you don't mind some incorrect quotes I have made but am too shy to post on my blog, i know alot people don't enjoy incorrect quotes so feel free to ignore this message if you don't but if you...enjoy

Pj: I AM IN A BAD MOOD! NO ONE TALK TO ME!

Hazel: 🥺🥺🥺

Pj: Alright, fine. You can talk to me. BUT NO ONE ELSE! I MEAN IT!

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Pj: hazel just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then she reached down and untied my shoe.

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Hazel: Your legs look great in those pants.

Pj: You should see me without them.

Hazel:...

Hazel: Why would you take your legs off?!

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Pj *covered in hickeys and scratches from hazel but refusing to admit who they're from*: I don't kiss and tell.

Josie, from across the room: That's literally the only two things you do!

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Sylvie: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks in this room. 

Pj: Fuck you, I’m not kissing anyone- 

*Hazel, walks into the room*

Pj: ...Fine, I'll do it. Rules are rules.

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Pj: Hazel; my beautiful girlfriend, taught me to think before I act.

Pj: …So if I beat the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

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Pj: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds?

Hazel: Yes?

Pj: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days.

Hazel: Fuck.

Pj: It's gonna be a fun week!

Hazel: I'm going to josie and isabel’s house.

Pj: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

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Hazel: this is a stupid idea!

Pj: Hey, nothing we’ve done so far has been un-stupid, and we’re still alive, aren’t we?

Hazel: I can’t really argue with that, but I feel like I should.

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Pj: not that I'm complaining, but when I asked for a spoon, I meant the utensil.

Hazel *hugging her from behind*: Oh.

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Pj: How do I tell hazel that I want her to yell at me like she's Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

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Josie: Wow you and pj are home early from the movies. What happened?

Hazel: We got kicked out because pj wouldn't stop yelling diving scores as people jumped off the titanic.

Pj: That last guy had a solid 8, I'm telling you!

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Pj: We have a problem.

Hazel *is done with her shit*: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them

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Hazel: Hey, wanna have sex?

Pj: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

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Pj: Before "the huntungton incident", I had so many interests. Now all I care about is whether or not Hazel had a good day.

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Hazel: for the last time pj, they're called "hikes" not "stupid mental health walks"

Pj: I don't see a difference

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Pj: Hazel is good at kissing. So good I want to punch the ahit out of the person who taught her.

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Pj: You know what would be sexy?

Hazel: What?

Pj: Eating food off each other.

Hazel: You didn't do the dishes, did you?.

Pj: ..I did not.

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That's all I've got, hope you enjoy!

Anon I just gotta say, neurodiverse PJ is so real and you were brave enough to say it!!!! You heard it here folks: pjhazel aduhd couple (real) (canon)

Loved the last three in particular and the spoon one it's so them lmaooooo thanks for this! <3

[madamscream]

hi it's that time of the week again where i have a mental breakdown. this time i needed to write out my feelings. it's stream of consciousness and probably not in any way comprehensible, partially on purpose. the 'you' is about 5 different people and none of them are on tumblr, so like... if you're inexplicably compelled to read this, please don't worry that i'm talking about you.

"Oh boy! It's night time and I'm tired! I'll go to sleep now!" Wrong!! I'll spend an hour weeping and trying to figure out what to do about the fact that missing my partners feels exactly like grieving only to come up with no answers!

I was only supposed to be here for three months... it's been over two years. I've gotten as far as writing letters twice. I like to think they'd tell me if the issue was that they simply don't want me to come back, but the one time i tried to ask, seraph kinda didn't answer and i sure do feel very sick every time i remember that. he's not the type to lie, though. he's explained the real reasons. i KNOW i have issues in this area. i KNOW they're all dealing with a whole lot of their own shit.

i spend so much time crying. i love you! it tastes like bile and it feels like fear. i love you but i wasn't supposed to survive it and i don't know if i'm glad i did a lot of the time. i love you but every time i say anything to you i'm terrified i'm ruining everything even though there's no fucking reason to think that. i love you but you took my gods from me and you were mad it made me trust you less. i love you but i'm so tired of being a burden and i don't know if the person YOU fell in love with will ever dig their way back out of this rotting corpse i'm trapped in. i love you. i saved you. i'm glad you're still alive. i don't know if i'm allowed to talk to you about difficult things anymore and i don't know how to ask. you ignored my letter, but i know you're busy. i had to delete it though. i'm sorry if you did read it. i'm sorry if it did make you happy. i didn't save it because i couldn't keep seeing it. remember when you checked to make sure outside was still there for me? remember when you made me believe someone i loved was going to kill themselves and there was nothing i could do? remember when you told me YOU were going to kill yourself, went offline, stopped answering your phone, and i had to call the police? they hung up on me the first time. i didn't think they were allowed to do that, but they did.

do you remember when your mom lied to mine and she drove a thousand miles to drag me back home? you sang to me the night before i had to leave. i found the email she wrote me back then recently. i wish i hadn't. i want to crack my head open and scrape out all the gunk. i understand why you were upset i couldn't keep the apartment clean. i don't understand why you didn't get that it wasn't something i was choosing. you shouldn't have messaged my sister, even if you were mad. or at least maybe you should acknowledge that it was wrong. you stayed with me for three days in the hospital on and around valentines day because i thought i was dying. you lied about so much. you thought you were fooling me, but i very much chose to believe you. i kept notes on everything we talked about early on, because i didn't want to forget, and i knew i often did. i deleted those last year. they made me sick too. i knew, but i'd already decided you were the one good thing i'd ever do with my life. you were going to live, and it was supposed to kill me.

you didn't like that i felt toward you like i do my father sometimes. you thought you'd done enough to earn the trust back. did you realize the things you said that day were things he'd said to me too? i love you. it hurts more than anything. i don't know what happens to the other relationships if i leave you. i promised i'd never leave you. i thought about it before you moved in with my family. if i had, you would be dead. i knew that then. if it wasn't by your hand, he would have probably done it. you also gave me new gods, kind of. i don't know what it says that the ones you gave me scream for me to stay away from you, even when they spoke through your lips. i love you more than anything and i don't know what to do about it. two of them hate me now. piecing the cathedral back together is very daunting, but i've started. they might forgive me, sometime. i'll likely have a very very long time to try and atone. if he tries to send me back here after this one, i'm going to pitch a fit. i don't know what information he's getting from this life, but i hope it's useful to him.

please just let me stay in the walls and invent new berries and bring you trinkets again when this is all over. you told me yourself you weren't going to show yourself while i was here. maybe i should have asked why you changed your mind. honestly, maybe i did. you always give me either the most blunt answers to ever come from a spirit or literally nothing. i don't think V's going to let up anytime soon. honestly i think A's going to be easier to appease. honestly, though, if it's making her feel better, it's fine. I'll manage.

ok. ok. im calm again. i was wondering if this was going to happen. but that's the bitch, isn't it? is it you, or is it my expectations? is there a difference that matters?

i'm going to start calling it the sigil of divorce if we do break up.

[irudowb]

Phantom pt. 2

an: i made a part 2 because i felt like it

warnings: 18+ smut, sex, sex with feelings, confessions (sort of), kissing, swearing, fluff, no use of Y/N, fem!reader, like two other characters are in here.

lowercase intended

fic is below cut

he couldn't take it. how on earth is he supposed to see you after what he did last night. he could barely sleep a wink. the thought of seeing you after what he did last night grew far too embarrassing. more embarrassing to the fact that while he showered afterwards, he let himself indulge further.

he glares at his work outfit on his floor. he could just… put it on, go to work and pretend you're not there. no, ignoring you won't do any good, you'd dig into his very soul to figure what's wrong and why he's acting weird. just the thought of you looking his way has him shivering. yeah, absolutely not. this is not happening. he'll just call in. yeah…

crawling across the tatami mats he grabs his cell and calls kunikida, but as he hears the ringing, he freezes. what is he supposed to do. it's kunikida. he's not going to give atsushi the day off just because he so asks. he rushes to the bathroom right as kunikida greets him. he shoves his fingers down his throat, naturally, his body rejects them. he returns the greeting with insistent gags and heaves. what… the fuck is he doing?

"…atsushi?"

the line is silent for a few moments before atsushi croaks, "hey, kunikida!" he sniffles then coughs which turns into another gag. he can hear kunikida physically cringe.

"…yeah, absolutely not, don't come in."

"are you-?"

"there's no way i'm letting you come in with that. just… get better by monday." kunikida promptly hangs up.

atsushi is left with the dial tone ringing in his ear for a second before a wide smile etched across his lips. this is the first time he's pulled this stunt, and truth be told; he's proud. he's definitely not the type of person to skip work. besides kunikida, he likes to think he as perfect attendance, however, there can be… exceptions.

he wipes his face while mentally patting himself on the back, somebody get him an oscar.

now, he thinks, he just has to get himself back in proper shape before monday. it was friday, so he just had to avoid you all weekend. easy. he'd stay in, get into a new show, entertain himself to, completely and wholly, forget about what transpired. who was he even thinking about, he chuckles to himself.

his plan worked. until sunday rolls around.

being holed up inside all weekend was actually a lot worse than he thought. so, sunday morning he decided to go on a run, the fresh air would be nice, and moving his limps for more than five steps to the kitchen and back to his futon would be best.

on his way back, kyoka asks him for 'those cookies with the jelly filling' - she didn't know the name. atsushi laughs at the message before responding with a thumbs up. the market was on the way back anyway, he didn't think it would be much of a hassle.

but he also didn't think you'd be here. still in your pyjamas.

granted, it was early in the morning, there were five people in the market at most.

here you both were, face to face, in the juice isle.

he was not ready to see you, not yet! those beautiful eyes he so dreaded seeing, boring into him. you're talking to him but he can't understand a word you're saying. his mind so suddenly broke down the cage he built up, memories within.

it's only been three days and it feels like it's been months. yeah, he definitely wasn't ready, maybe he should take monday off too, maybe even quit, move to a different province, continent even.

wait, why are you looking at him like that?

"atsushi?" oh, that voice. he feels sick, dizzy with want.

"hi." he lets out, a little breathless; dazed.

"hi…?" you tilt your head looking at him quizzically from head to toe. "were you listening?"

"no."

"oh…kay, um." now why do you look confused?

oh.

"oh! no-uh, yes! i mean, sorry uh- sorry. i'm sorry, i just, um, have a lot on my mind. yeah…sorry." nice save, atsushi.

you squint your eyes at him while shifting your basket from one arm to the other. "are you feeling alright? you look very flushed." your tone is gentle but inquistive and atsushi wishes the floor would just eat him up, chew him like a piece of gum then spit him back out.

"i'm good! yeah, no i'm alright, i just uhh went on a run." not a lie, but he didn't have to tell you that the run wasn't even that strenuous, if anything it was a leisurely jog.

"i see…" you fix him another glance before shaking your head. "anyway, what are you doing here so early?"

"kyoka wanted me to pick up some jammy dodger cookies." he holds them up like they're evidence to a case.

"they sell those here?" your eyes light up and his knees feel wobbly. it was never this bad before, he wants to slap himself but at the same time he doesn't want it to end.

he hums, "yeah, want me to show you?" and you nod.

he trails with you as your finish your shopping, devolving into a, finally, normal conversation like you would everyday. the cashier rings up your groceries as you continue your conversation with atsushi.

"oh, by the way, how was work on friday?"

he tilts his head in question.

"i feel like i should be the one asking you that. i didn't go." a surprised noise escapes you.

"i didn't go either, i ended up catching a fever. it's gone now, but i didn't want to risk the others getting sick if i did get worse."

oh…

"are you feeling alright?" he steps closer.

"hm? yeah, yeah i'm all good. it was only for one day, it was kinda bizzare." you mindless explain, tapping your card to the pos machine. it's then that he notices you paid for his (read: kyoka's) cookies. you hand them off with a smile.

he walks you home, just like any other work day. he finds you two in the same position standing outside your door, only this time you don't lean up to his cheek, you instead say, "do you wanna come in?"

his mind immediately screams 'yes,' completely forgetting kyoka waiting at home for him. but… he's sure she can wait, whatever it is you two were gonna do in there he was, maybe, sure it wouldn't take long. he opens his mouth about to answer when the most logical piece of his mind scolds him for thinking that way. he closes his mouth again. is he really sure he wants to be in closed quarters with you? jesus, he thinks, he's not an animal. he'd have to get serious help if he can't control himself.

you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows trying to grasp why he's as stiff as a board, gaping. softly smiling, "you can stop by later, i'm not doing anything." finally pulling him out his minds discussion.

he exhales, matching your smile in thanks. he promises to come over when he has the time, before turning on his heel to hurry home. you laugh, turning your key, your dog barks. opening the door, she jumps and barks happily seeing your face, you mock her just as happily, shutting the door behind you.

when atsushi gets home, he starts properly weighing his options, being around you still could be awkward, this morning may have just been luck. but at the end of the day, he's your best friend, and you're his. he doesn't want to go over and have his own emotions fuck with it. he's going to be a normal human being and hang out with his best friend and NOT blurt out that he's in love with her and ruin months of bonding.

kyoka greets him at the door from where she sits at their kotatsu. he hands her the cookies, smiling softly as he watches her eyes light up. he excuses himself, easily being reminded of his sweat stench when he walked in. maybe it was best he didn't walk in to your apartment right away. now he has the time to make sure he looks good.

after his shower, he slips on a skin-tight white long sleeve and loose fitting casual black pants. stepping in front of the mirror, he tries to see himself from an outsider point of view. he looked… great, actually. atsushi gives himself a goofy smile trying his damnest to ignore what you'd think.

stepping out into the main room where he finds kyoka in the same spot. he notices, half a row in the cookie container gone, walking by he pops one into his mouth.

she looks up from her book and looks over his form. "you look nice." …happy, even.

he turns his head from looking in the fridge to her. "thank you." he poses dumbly, making her purse her lips hiding a laugh. he walks over sitting down on another side of the kotatsu, sneaking one more cookie. atsushi lets her know that he'll be seeing you later. this wasn't out of the norm, she thinks, what was out of the norm, was him practically dolling himself up for you. she wasn't stupid, she knew what it meant, she was just curious if he did, though she never brought it was. she was ready to talk about it whenever he was.

they talked for a while before kyoka got a message from yosano begging her to come shopping with her. yosano mentioned in the message that you had declined, atsushi had to stop the smile from ripping his face in half at the implication that you denied because you were waiting for him. he knew it was silly but that didn't stop him.

kyoka left and he sat around for a few minutes psyching himself up enough to walk over. whatever happens, he will not mess this up. he repeats those words a few times over staring at himself in the mirror before giving himself another confident smile, walking out the door. -

he was not nervous, he was never nervous, not when it came to you anyway.

so…

why is he not knocking?

he's right here. right at the door, just knock.

he exhales and raises his hand. three knocks and on the first one your dog barks from within. a few seconds and he hears you calm her down. his heart nearly beats out of his throat, swallowing it back down right as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hi."

your dog barks from between your legs and atsushi greets her as well.

"hi, ima! i missed you!" he feels your eyes on him, staring, he can't help but bask in the attention, unknowing.

"sorry! come in," you widen the gap, letting him in. ima, your dog, dances between his legs excitedly. squatting down to pet her, her tail lashes back and forth excitedly, hitting his hand - you notice, lacking their regular black fingerless gloves.

he stays entertained with her for the moment as you make your way to the kitchen asking, "can i get you anything?"

"eehh, i'll take a water, please."

he starts running through ima's training quietly, 'roll over,' he'd say, 'spin,' then finally, 'sit.' he claps happily at her, "good girl!"

you return back to where he is and hand him a glass. "i made some snacks, i wasn't sure." he walks out of the entry way (shoes off) with ima on his trail, sitting himself down on the couch.

"no worries, i don't think i've ever said no to food. i'm-"

"always hungry." you walk to the couch and give him a knowing smile, "i know."

he smiles back shyly but watches you sit down next to him.

from there, you delve into conversation, topic changing here and there.

you had just finished explaining telling the difference between predator's and prey's just from looking at where their eyes are located on their head - it was brought up when atsushi was telling a story of when a crow landed in front of him one day and starts staring him down, atsushi explained that he felt like a prey despite being three times the size of it. though, suddenly you remembered something.

"you mentioned early at the store that you missed work on friday as well, what happened?" you asked. he was completely unprepared for the question. of all the things he thought over when he was psyching himself up earlier, this was the LAST thing he thought you'd ask. "i know you're not the type of person to miss work, even if it is completely reasonable." he hears the scolding tone by the end but he's too lost in his head trying to think of a proper excuse to respond.

"umm, yeah. i ended up running into akutagawa after i dropped you off. we had a little scuffle, i wanted to take the day off to heal." not a half bad excuse, he thinks, before your eyes widen and start berating him with questions like, 'are you okay?!' 'what was he doing?' 'how did you get away?'

he holds his hands out in front of him in defence. "i-i'm okay! we fought for a bit before he inevitably said i 'wasn't worth his time'." perhaps it wasn't best to fill your mind with lies about something that didn't even happen. granted, you didn't like akutagawa anyway, but there's no need to feed the frustrations more.

you cross your arms and huff in frustration. "he really gets on my nerves. at the same time, i know where he's coming from but doing unnecessary things like that is so out of league, even for him." you glare at the wall like he's standing there ready to fight.

he chuckles nervously, hands dropping to his knees. you suddenly turn to him, leaning in close. he backs away slightly, but you relent. "are you sure you're okay?"

he exhales a low breath. "yeah, i'm sure. it was a few days ago, i was fully healed the next day." his timeline didn't fit, from the time he called in sick and from when he "healed," didn't make sense, he knew that, he knew you knew that too, but you didn't say anything.

you look him up and down as best as you can from where you're both sitting on your couch before nodding. "good." you pull back from his space. he has to physically restrain himself from trying to reduce the distance again. in the back of his mind, he can hear byakko growl at him, but he pointedly ignores her, only increasing her sounds. 'calm. down.' he closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. he's thankful you got up to refill your tea otherwise you would have dug into his soul, worrying over him.

you come back a moment later. "let me know if you get, like, actually hungry. i can order in or something." he nods as best as he can without it looking forced or shaken.

you two settle down after that on a show you picked up together. sometimes he would come over, sometimes you'd go over and watch, some days you would watch it over facetime just wanting to be in your own homes but still close in a way. it's an interesting show, something about law, atsushi was intrigued and really liked the show, but he had a hard time focusing on it right now.

his eyes are on you. your hair tied back with a black clip giving him the, oh so stunning view of your side profile. side burns lead his eyes down to the expanse of your neck, byakko purs at the idea of marking it, teasing up and down between your pulse point before ever gently sinking-- atsushi stands up suddenly, before you can ask if he's okay, he rushes out words, all you catch is 'sorry,' and 'bathroom.'

he has half a mind to close the door gently as to not draw more attention to himself. he glares so deeply in the mirror he's surprised it doesn't crack. 'can you keep it in your fucking pants for five minutes?' he feels byakko nudge his mind's eye as an apology but he knows it's not real. 'jesus, you really are an animal.' his words are rough but oddly affectionate. at the end of the day, byakko is him and he is byakko. some days (like today) he hates it, but it's who he is, somewhere deep in his mind he knows he wouldn't change it for the world.

composed, he walks back out, silently waving off your worried gaze with a smile, sitting back down next to you. just, ever so, slightly further away you noticed. your lips speak before your mind does. "atsushi?"

he turns to you with a questioning glance.

you didn't even know what you wanted to say, fumbling, you ask, "do you want to pause it?"

he looks confused but shakes his head, "no, that's okay."

you say 'okay' with an exhale, beelining your gaze back to the T.V. you feel his eyes on you, it feels like it's eating you inside out. unconsciously, you lips your lips, comforted by the wetness now coating your lips.

atsushi's soul is practically screaming, he should - needs to say, something, anything. this time around, byakko beats him to the punch. "come here." the words so quiet you wouldn't have heard it if the show didn't choose to be quiet right at that moment. you slowly turn your head to face him, his eyes certain but somewhere behind them it's unsure. you slide a little closer, bringing one leg up on the couch to make it easier to face him.

"what?" your tone genuinely curious.

shit, guess he can't keep it in.

atsushi leans in a bit, he whispers, "tell me to stop and i will."

before you even have time to vocalize your confusion, his lips are on yours. for a few moments you don't move. you pull back slightly, still very much in his space, catching his eyes with yours. quickly, atsushi starts forming an apology but before he has the chance to speak, you push back onto his lips, desperate. he makes a noise, strangled between a groan and a growl, whatever it was, it shoots down your spine to your hips.

his hand shoots up to the space between your cheek and the base of your neck, keeping you locked onto his lips (not that you wanted to leave). the show completely forgotten by now, you straighten your back, bringing your other leg up and sitting on it. his other hand reaches your knee, fingers digging into the crevice trying to pull you closer. you softly bit his lower lip, asking - begging - for more.

"fuck…"

he breaths your name against your lips, he brings your lips back together feverishly. he successfully brings your leg closer to him, but you decide its not close enough. without breaking the kiss, you swing your leg across his thighs settling yourself in his lap, hovering over him. both of your hands encase his face deepening the kiss.

he pulls back but a second later his lips are glued to your neck, your hands weave to the back of his neck, pulling and tugging the loose strands. he utters your name again against your skin and goosebumps dance along your entire body. he smiles into the junction between your neck and shoulder. hands meet your knees, slowly raising themselves higher, one hand hooks behind your thigh keeping you close. his fingers dig into your skin as if to consume you. a quiet moan slips past your lips, you feel an exhale against your shoulder and instantly know he's laughing at you.

desperate for control, you tug on his hair pulling his head back to you, slotting your lips once again. he curses against your lips, you swallow them up before they have a chance to escape. you grasp his forearms keeping them where they are, and find yourself nipping at the line of his jaw and down his clavicle. his head falls back against the couch allowing you more access.

"shit…" the words are followed by a breathy moan. you nose down the side of his neck and it's your turn to smile.

"who knew you had such a dirty mouth."

his eyes widen as he pants. it's nearly impossible now for him to form a coherent thought. your hands drop from his forearms and reach down to the hem of his shirt, playing with it, letting him know where you're at, not wanting to go to fast.

his mind is somewhere else, he pushes back into the plush couch before ripping it off himself. you're immediately back on him, this time planting butterfly kisses to his collarbone and shoulder. "i don't think i told you, but you looked good in that shirt."

the compliment goes straight to his dick. his hands find your hips. just as you did him, he digs the tips of his fingers up into it, desperate for your skin. you lean you head back looking into his eyes, both panting. you put your hands on his and guide them further up under your shirt. he takes the hint before removing it completely. the skin of your torso completely opposite of his - he notices. clear of any scars or blemishes, he thumbs and fingers everywhere he can, mapping it. he doesn't have more time to dwell on the differences between you two before you catch his lips again, this time more softly.

you grind and rock you hips into anything you can from your position. he takes notice and palms your hips, guiding you.

"god, you look so beautiful." you whine, frustrated at the lack of friction and desperate for more than you were a few moments ago.

"bedroom." you demand and he doesn't need to be told twice before standing up and wrapping you legs around his waist. you squeal and giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder. he gives you a smile.

he places you on the bed, gently, like you're a piece of fine china. your legs frame his torso as he plants his hands on either side of your chest, hovering over you. you wriggle around, getting comfy. he watches you with a fond smile.

"…what?" you push back into the mattress, trying to escape his blinding gaze.

"have i ever said you're beautiful?"

you squirm, "you just did earlier…"

"i mean before that. like have i ever. at all?"

this time you do pause, genuinely thinking. he hadn't. but you didn't mind, you weren't the type of person to feed off of other people's compliments. you knew you were pretty, you didn't need other people to say so. if other people didn't think so that was fine with you because they're subjected to their own opinions. granted, it is nice to hear compliments every now and then but you never beat yourself up about it.

"no." you speak plainly.

he really was an idiot, he thinks. he leans in close, brushing your lips against his whispering, "you're beautiful. you're so pretty it hurts. i can't go a day without thinking about you. i want to see your face when i go to sleep and i want to see it when i wake up. god, and you're so stunning in the sun," he plants kisses between his words every now and then, covering your face with his lips.

your eyes glimmer with tears, but you laugh, turning your face to the side trying to escape his wrath. "'kay, okay!" he begrudgingly leans back to look at you again.

"i love you." he speaks with so much certainty it nearly freezes you in time.

you exhale a shaky breath, a smile stretches across the expanse of your face. you grip his face pulling him down to a proper kiss, an 'i love you too' is brushed across his lips. he rushes his lips back onto yours in response, leaning in close, your chests connect.

he brings his lips back down to your neck, this time not blocked by clothing. he gently grazes his canine below your ear, you tremble and pant at the implication. reaching down between your bodies, you trail a finger up his erection through his pants. growling, he bites down on the corner of your jaw, not enough to break skin.

"please…" you whisper and he shivers so deep you feel it travel through him and onto you. he moves his hands down to the waistline of your pants, pulling back to silently ask permission. your own eyes swim in approval before he slowly slides them down, his eyes watching his own hands. contrasting his movements, once your pants reach your ankles you hurriedly kick them off. chuckling, he places kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. arching your back, you reach behind, unclasping your bra. he wastes no time latching himself back to you, worshipping you in every way. his hand crawls up from your calf to your thigh.

he continues down, his eyes watching your face the entire time. therefore, he sees your pleading eyes, but does nothing to hurry. if anything, he goes slower. he kisses the skin just above the hem of your underwear and whine lowly. had you not been looking, you would've missed the tug of his lips, threatening to smile. he takes the line of your underwear into his teeth before letting it go to slap back to your skin.

"atsushi!" you whine louder at the treatment.

"there it is…" both hands on your hips pull your underwear down your legs. you move to lock your legs together, shy, but atsushi places himself back in between, nipping the side of your knee as a punishment. leaning up he kisses the fold where your thigh bends at your hip, leading the kisses to the inside of your thigh, giving the other side the same treatment.

your hand finds his head, softly scratching his scalp. looking up again, he sees you just the way he thought you'd look. hair sprawled across your pillow, face flushed, panting. he smiles into your skin.

"atsushi, please…" and who is he to deny such a pretty request.

he lays kitten licks to the hood of your clit. but you, ever so attentive, keen at the attention, head falling back to the pillow. he pulls back slightly to lay his tongue flat against your entire heat, bringing his tongue back up to flick the top. back arched slightly, you moan freely.

he continues the slow treatment, his fingers soon joining the mix, they tease your leaking hole, pushing in and resting in your heat as he sucks and flicks your clit. you wriggle your hips trying to find movement on your own. his free arm is thrown across your hips, stilling them. you keep his treatment locked away for now, eager to give him the same, torturous, behaviour. his fingers finally move, curling, driving into you slowly.

you open your eyes, looking down at your lap, finding him boring his gaze into you, face flushed in red. at this moment, he picks up his speed, essentially pushing you back flush to the sheets. moaning so loud you can feel it bounce off your walls and back into your own ears.

atsushi hums into your heat, the vibrations making you very aware of the knot that tightens in your abdomen. "fuck… atsushi, wait." he must be aware because he hums again, picking up his speed. groaning, your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs shake, toes curling. with one final moan that devolves into a loud whine of his name.

it takes a moment for your vision to clear, but you quickly look down to your hips again.

ah.

there he is.

he nuzzles into your thigh, lips messy with his own spit and your fluid, a small smile ajorned with it. "you sound so pretty moanin' my name like that." you throw your head back, hands covering it in embarrassment.

he lets out a sympathetic laugh before crawling up your body, his face inches from yours. your hands falls back from your eyes but still covering the lower half. his eyes twinkle in apology but you whine indignantly. he kisses your hands; where your lips would be.

"when did you become so vulgar?" your words are muffled but he understands.

he shrugs with an ever growing smile. he's literally the worst. fine, you think, two can play at that game.

your arms quickly wrap around his neck, bringing him down to a kiss, he lets out a surprised noise, but kisses you back. in this moment you take the time to flip him over, his back hits the mattress with a soft 'thump' and you straddle his hips. folding yourself over, you kiss him softly, playing with the band of his loose pants.

"these need to go." you whisper.

"yes, ma'am."

you help him shimmy out of them, boxers along with them, sitting back down on his thighs, you stare at his (very hard) length. committing every colour, vein, and blemish, to memory. "s-stop staring." surprised by his sudden shyness, you lean forward kissing him, he accepts it greatly, moaning into your mouth as your nails gently scratch down his stomach, hovering near the space where his erection twitches against his thin abdomen.

"you're so pretty it hurts." repeating his words from earlier, he playfully bites your lower lip in response. "i never want to look away." your hand sprawl across the expanse of his chest, unconsciously paying more attention to the scars.

"fuck, if you don't touch me right now, i will explode." his eyes dance in humour at his own words, but you know he has some truth behind them. you let yourself take in his flushed face, panting, biting your lip, you ghost your fingers over his skin from his chest, all… the way… down… atsushi deep groan shakes your core.

you're shook with unease that, maybe, he might take things back into his control. but you feel his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly, telling you, he's enjoying the treatment. regardless, you don't make him wait any longer. you lay a single finger to the tip of his cock, twitching at the attention, dragging your finger down to the base. his hips jerk slightly as he lets out a low moan.

you grip the base softly, but tight, watching his face scrunch, trying to restrict his own hips from moving. he utters your name with his eyes closed, head against your pillow, one that you'll probably never look at the same but never get rid of.

your fist moves up, slowly, to the tip, squeezing out the precum. hmm, you wonder. folding over, you kitten lick the fluid that beads. he lets out a gasp, his hips jerking up against his will. his head shoots down to look at you. from there, he sees you smiling, smugly. fighting back a curse, his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh.

a moan is ripped from him as he feels your lips wrap around the tip, tonguing the stretched flesh right below the tip. oh god, he feels dizzy.

"stop. i need to be inside you right now. please… shit, please!"

before he even finishes, you're moved up, knees on either side of his hips. grasping the base of him lining yourself up. you freeze.

"…what?" fuck… he sounds so hot breathless.

silently, you crawl off of him and reach for your nightstand cabinet. sraddling his hips once more, showing him the square gold foil.

atsushi scolds himself so loudly he's surprised you don't hear him. "thanks, sorry."

you laugh, easing the tension. "don't apologize, i nearly forgot too."

opening it with your teeth (that did not need to be so hot), gently rolling down his dick. grabbing his base again, you, finally, finally, sink yourself down. atsushi throws his head back, refraining from bucking up into you. you pause a few times, panting, adjusting, before you hips are flush with his.

your head drops forward, moaning softly, squeezing around him experimentally. nails digging into his stomach, you'll have to remind yourself to apologize later.

he lets you take this at your own pace, but, god, is his patience wearing thin.

slowly, you raise your hips, right before his erections escapes you, you slam your hips back down.

"fuck!"

biting your lip so hard it turns white. your hips shake and tremble, planting your hands on his stomach, you raise up again and come back down, rolling your hips.

"fuck, just like that." the praise fuels you, repeating the motion faster this time.

leaning forward, you lay your chest flush with his. his arms wrap around your waist, planting his feet, he fucks up into you. distracted by the feeling of you, ever so warm and soft.

"you feel so good, ah, ff- shit," you meet hips with fervor, biting the skin of his collarbone.

'please, please.' his cock hits you perfectly, "please, please, please..!"

"c'mon… that's it." his heavy breath against your ear pushes you over the edge. clinging to him desperately, squeezing all around him, his moans mix with yours, falling off the edge together.

your chests push and pull against one another, eagerly grasping for oxygen. he returns to earth at the feeling of your lips leaving lazy butterfly kisses across his neck. he smiles wobbily, eyes fluttering. you trail your kisses up his jaw, his cheek, his nose. turning his head, he finds your lips on his, hand reaching up, keeping you in place.

your dog suddenly barks from the doorway, atsushi leans up on his elbows as you sit up, both staring at your dog widely. she tilts her head quizzically at the two of you. your eyes shoot back to atsushi, watching at him blankly, there's a small tug on the corner of atsushi's lips and it opens the floodgates. laughing, you're suddenly aware that atsushi is still very much inside you. the odd feeling of him still sheathed inside while laughing, cuts you off, jerking your hips up, with a helping hand on his hips.

"ah, fuck…" hissing softly before laughing again. he lays his hands on your hips helping you.

"you didn't shut the door." you lay on your stomach beside him, burying your face into the blanket.

atsushi, still laughing, says "i didn't know i had to!"

"well, now i've scarred my dog for life." he leans over, laying a gentle kiss to your shoulder. sitting up he ties the condom, throwing it away before shooing your dog out of the room, this time, actually shutting the door.

he crawls back onto the bed, kissing the back of your thighs and up to your shoulder. "'m sorry." he mumbles into your skin. turning your head, you playfully glare at him.

his fingers trace over your bare back, faintly, you can feel him spelling out his name. "all is forgiven if you take me out later."

"done!" he rolls you back over, planting his lips all over your face again. he backs away giving you the same fond look from before. "i wasn't lying earlier."

it takes you a moment to catch what he's saying, but you play dumb anyway. "about what?"

"that, i love you. i don't think i ever didn't love you. from the moment we became friends, i knew it was you."

you hold his head in your hands, smile stretching with each word he says. pulling him down to a kiss that soft but powerful, easily reciprocating his words.

"i just," he takes a breath. "i'm still new… to all of this. but i'll learn, i'll learn to understand. i just need time, so don't…" leave. he didn't want to be selfish, but when has something this good ever fell into his hands? and who was he to let it slip through? it's too much all at once, but he wants to wear it. keep it on his body, at first it's always uncomfortable; like a bracelet, but over time his skin adjusts. he'll get reminded of it everytime he feels it shift, but instead of the beginning it's a weight that he'll remember forever. he wants that to be you.

you lay a feather light kiss to his nose. "oh, atsushi. i'm not going anywhere. we'll learn together and individually, but we'll always be there for each other."

he wraps his arms behind your back, digging his head into your chest, laying flat. "thank you." it'll take time, but he knows that he'll become the best version of himself for you and for him.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3799

good lord.

the last, like, 36 hours have been so fucking stressful.

tw: friendship problems, toxic friendship. end marked by a meme or something.

i have had a fandom friend for about two years. she's been sweet and fun and silly and good to talk to, but any time i have taken more than 20 hours to reply, she has some at me accusing me of abandoning her when i reply. so i have had to spend many days in the last two years stressing over how to reply so she believes me that i have been just BUSY and not ignoring her or abandoning her.

this has happened multiple times. everyone i have spoken to about it has told me to block her. i have always given her another chance to be kinder and more understanding while resolving to be more communicative. i have done so. but this was my last straw.

i have done my absolute level best to be kind, respectful, and pacifying in my responses to not set her off again. but she's taken my words and actions in bad faith time and time again and i got tired of it.

so this time i told her point blank a few things, like i have done nothing wrong, she has impossible standards (of wanting to talk to me every single day and never going more than a day without messages), she should get therapy, and that i am capable of and allowed to feel more than one feeling at a time (just because i went to bed happy doesn't mean i'm not fucking upset about losing a friend).

but i told her that her needs and my abilities didn't match. i would not be able to live up to what she needed from our friendship.

i have spent HOURS crying about losing her as a friend. HOURS. time i will not get back. effort i will not get back. and while im happy i got to be her friend, i wish she believed me.

i've had to block her on all of the platforms where she and i were connected. if she gets better and owns her own shortcomings, separation anxiety, and abandonment issues, she can contact me somehow. until then, it's not my responsibility to worry about.

and yeah, i'm fucking sad.

but i still wish the best for her. and she's a good person, but she needs to get help. she's been toxic for me. i don't use that word lightly. but us not being friends is probably for the best for both of us. (the good news is that she's been making more friends recently, so her ditching me because i wasn't capable of living up to her needs won't leave her friendless. and that's good, because i know she worries about that.)

so. that's been most of the last day and a half for me.

anyway, after dealing with that, joel and i spent the day playing arkham horror. we finished the campaign we've been working on for a while, and it was both exhausting and frustrating because joel's character was defeated during either two of or all three of the scenarios we played today. my character was NOT built for fighting, so being the only investigator left and getting all the enemies on me at once did not work well lmao

also tmi here lmao

but also today, i have been feeling pressure on my bladder ALL DAY. i've felt like i've needed to pee but i haven't peed much when i've gone. and i started bleeding today, but it's not like a normal period bc the blood is all fresh, so i'm super concerned that my IUD has gotten dislocated?? which could potentially be reeeally bad 😅 so i gotta go to the doctor and check with some imaging that it's in the right place. i hope they can get me in tomorrow or sometime this week/weekend.

done tmi lol

and joel and i went out this evening after finishing our games and went in search of card sleeves, chips and dip, and dinner. we were successful in our endeavors, and we came back around 10:45. joel requested i wrap the gifts he got for our friends and i very happily sat and wrapped a bunch of gifts. i did GREAT. really proud of two of them. it's pretty impressive, i gotta say.

and now joel and i are in bed. my heart is still sad but my shoulders are lighter. gifts are wrapped, i've got one thing to worry about, and that's about it because my insurance will pay for my doctors appointments.

and i did talk to leo today on and off - his shift was today, so i talked to him while he was there a tiny bit and then after he left. man's horny on main and i fully understand lmao

so that's been my day. i'm so tired.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Nana rant time because I've been putting up with some shit at work and I need to vent! (also, I'm still writing requests, I should have enough to queue up for the week once I finish this last one. And then I'll work on more for the following week. I'm trying to have a system and a schedule)

ANYWAY! So my shitty ex was finally terminated from the job that we both worked at. I was so happy, the drama was gone, I felt like I could breathe again! It was amazing! Sure, I had to work by myself three days in a row, but the actual store manager is the coolest and allows me to wear my headphones so I can just get in my zone and get shit done.

Everything is going great, and then I get this message from my work friend/work mom. Her daughter got hired. Now... Her daughter is only 17, so she isn't much help anyway, but on top of that, I've heard some shit about her daughter from her. The way she described her daughter for the past 8 months, this girl seemed like an absolute nightmare.

Queue me internally panicking because I have to work with this kid.

So she works with her mom first, and obviously her mom is going to say "she did great!" ya know, it's her kid and all, I guess she's gotta hype her up in some way. So I'm like, "okay cool, this kid works. Work mom wouldn't lie to me about that."

SO THEN SUNDAY COMES

And this kid comes over to me and says "Are you *Nana?" and me, being the cheerful, happy, super nice person that I am, I'm like "Yeah, hi! How are you?" And she just hits me with a "my mom says I'm better than you."

Like... Okay?? WTF WAS THAT SHIT?! Whatever, I'm just trying to work and not be stressed.

So, I continue trying to be nice to this girl. I buy her an energy drink because she wants one, I'm just trying to be a good person. I let her come out with me during my smoke break... And then she starts spewing some unnecessary family drama to me... Which was really awkward for me because like... I don't know this girl other than what her mother has told me, and I've heard some stories... Some fucking horror stories about this kid. So I just do the awkward smile and nod thing. I'm just trying to enjoy my cigarette before I start frying.

I get back inside after my mini smoke break that was less peaceful than I wanted it to be because this kid would not shut up. I start frying my donuts, and she just SHITS ON ME. Everything I do, she's just criticizing it to the point where I'm about to just throw down my frying sticks and walk the fuck out. Everything I did I was apparently doing it wrong, even though Sunday was only her third fucking day of working.

On top of criticizing my every move basically, she didn't do shit?? How the fuck is she gonna say that her mom said she's better than me when she didn't fucking do anything??? She's allowed to have a 30 minute break while only working 5 hours because she's a minor, but then she just takes it upon herself to take an HOUR break because she needed more time with her boyfriend I guess.

I end up working until almost 1 in the fucking morning on Sunday because the kid literally didn't do ANYTHING.

So then I got to work by myself monday, happy as hell, living the life, got out of work by 10pm because I'm just good like that. I don't need help.

But then I have to work with her on Tuesday. So I go in early. I go in THREE hours earlier than my regular schedule, because on top of being stuck with the worlds most conniving, manipulative, down-right shitty, brat, I also have to make everything that everyone else is too fucking lazy to make. I try to ignore the kid when she does come in, I already started frying, so she has donuts to decorate already and I just assume she's going to stay in her fucking lane and decorate them since she's "so good" at it. But no... She starts trying to glaze. And in the process of trying to glaze, she shits on the glaze I just made because it's "too thick". Like bitch, it's fresh! It's not watered down. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THICK! FUCK OFF AND GET AWAY FROM MY GLAZER!

I tell her to start decorating. She doesn't want to do that yet because the donuts are too hot. Get good, kid. If you were as good as me, you'd be burning your fingerprints off like I do and filling the fucking donuts. But no. She's a whiny little shit face who doesn't wanna fucking do anything but wants to get paid to stand around and act like she's queen shit just because her mom has been working there for 7 years.

Anywho, I take my little cool down break, which is like 7 minutes tops, just the right amount of time to smoke a ciggy and get back in before my next rack of donuts are done. AND THIS BITCH! She has the nerve to ask ME if she can take another hour break like on Sunday because that was "fun". OF COURSE IT WAS FUN! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO FUCKALL AND YOU STILL GOT PAID AND I GOT STUCK WITH THE WORK. So I told her no, that I didn't want to get in trouble for it, and I didn't want her to get in trouble (because I'm still trying to look out for her for some fuck ass reason), and THIS FUCKING BIIIITCH says "well who's gonna catch me?" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THERE'S CAMERAS EVERYWHERE!!! Spoiler alert : She did get caught because her ass tried to take another extended break. Eat shit, kiddo.

I was off work tonight, and her mom texts me and says "She did really good tonight, she filled the marshmallow, she came back in from her break at the right time." OF COURSE SHE DID! SHE'S NOT GONNA DO THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF HER OWN MOTHER! THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE'S A FUCKING BITCH WHEN SHE WORKS WITH ME! I DON'T WANNA WORK WITH HER ANYMORE!

Long story short, I'm about to lose my fucking shit and I still have to work with the worlds laziest, brattiest fucking child and I'm overworked, underappreciated, underpaid, and expected to just put up with constant bullshit by everyone. I can't find a new job fast enough.

[stanley-cryptid-co]

Part 1 Headcanons for MySt: Ro'Meaves

Headcanons for MyStreet So I fucking love giving these guys headcanons, and I was originally just going to do all of my favorite neglected blorbs, but I decided to split it up into people that hang out/family. So first up is the Ro'Meaves and their problems. Vylad is travelling the world rn, good for him. He comes home every once in a while and when he does, Garroth bursts into tears because the last time he saw him was two Christmases ago and he can't stand the thought of Vylad leaving again. Vylad feels uber guilty about staying over at his brothers' places, so he decides to sleep on the streets half of the time. Sometimes the Shadow Knights (household) finds him and takes him in for the night. Zane, being on neighborhood watch, sometimes finds him too. Vylad went no-contact with his parents a long time ago, but he has tried to go no-contact with Garroth and Zane, but he continues to message them back when his phone is on. He has stayed in many homes across the world and kinda considers the Shadow Knight household to be his "American Home". He doesn't want to settle down because he doesn't feel as if he belongs somewhere. Zane doesn't feel like he needs to connect with Vylad or Garroth because he constantly was ignored and thought he was going to fail from the beginning. His mom really does love him and tries to support him, but Zane cannot stand the "I support you, but" from her. He cut off Garte a long time ago, because he never truly loved him as a son. Zane also does hang out with Laurance, but it's only to go to Pride and watch Drag Race or other Drag related things. Laurance is a Drag queen, so Zane goes to a few of his gigs here and there. Zane is a witch, who he works with if anyone, I'm not exactly sure, but maybe Loki? He knows he won't ever be a witch like Lucinda, but she's a great help when she's awake-- Although Zane says he hates Garroth, and to a degree he does, at the end he does care for him. He has a hard time accepting Vylad, especially when Vylad isn't around half of the time. Zane is also the only one who knows that Aaron is a gorgon. Garroth is trans, and his parents only accepted him because it would give Garte a first born son. Garroth has kept this fact hidden from everyone on the street aside from Zane (bc they're brothers? He would know). He decided that he didn't want to deal with being apart of the LGBTQ community when he was young, so he just pretended his feelings about sexuality didn't exist. He continues to push off Laurance and his advances because he doesn't want to admit to his parents that he might not be the straightest man in the world. When he got top surgery, he had to ask Zane to pick him up because he forgot to ask someone else and he didn't want to get found out, so out of whatever kindness Zane has in his heart, he picked up his loopy-ass brother and took him home and took care of him. Garroth is the only one of the brothers that actually tries to care about his parents, but he knows that some day he will probably have to let them go. All of the brothers went to a private school for a long while, eventually were homeschooled for a bit, and finally when they all reached Freshman level education, they could choose to go a public school, private, or continued to be homeschooled. When they all had the chance, they went to a public school. The three of them never really knew anyone else in childhood, so when Garroth and Zane went to FalconClaw University, Garroth tried to make them both as many friends as they could and also reconnect with the few people they met in Highschool.

[daisyjonesgf]

Okay I know like nobody cares but imma tell you anyways. Soooo… the recording for our song went badly (that guy and I) in fact, it didn’t even happen and I ended up walking out of the studio in a very Daisy Jones way. He ignored me the whole time and was texting my cousin the entire time… I don’t stand for that

I believe what I said was “Don’t waste my fucking time, I have better shit to do.” Before walking out.

The thing is is that him and I played leads in a short film where we had to kiss but after mess ups where the kiss was awkward they took it (per my request). Then at a party we went to he was clinging to me and I kind of was starting to recognize my feelings but then at a rave we went to he went off to smoke with this girl who has literally played at Giants Stadium. And my cousin is obsessed with him. I’m feeling very much Daisy Jones right now and my song writing has never been better

daisy jones vibes go hard with this one and I'm obsessed, I care so much, tell me all the tea

ugh men, so annoying, like I need them to give more consistency. but the song and the short film and the girl who's performed for the Giants game, like you're literally in a movie right now and I'm obsessed. I'm so glad it's helped your song writing, I love passion in writing, make yourself a main character and suddenly the inspo goes wild.

Since we're talking about guys let me fill you in on my drama. There's three different men in my life rn bc I'm just a (I forgot what I was saying them bc one of them started messaging me and I got distracted.

anyways one big problem is I'm really attracted to immature guys, not willingly at all. I want to be taken care of, I want a man, but when I get a crush it's always on a younger brother type, immature guy, probably because I'm the oldest daughter.

so number one we'll call, band boy, he's so so immature. I've kinda had a crush on him since we met but he had a girlfriend so I told myself not to get involved, but I had a feeling they wouldn't last long. I ended up hanging out with them in groups and at parties and really just have started to like him more, but she broke up with a few days ago. I just got cast in a show with him and like kind of want to shoot my shot and spend the summer flirting, seeing if it goes anywhere, but I also feel bad because I've liked him for so long and he just got broken up with. he's super immature though, but really so sweet at the core. but literally first night we ever really talked, we spent all night sending voice notes to each other so yeah (after the show we're in, he's in the other show I'm helping out in)

then there's the tall guy, also super immature, but he's in a show I'm helping out with, helped cast. and when I saw him, literal butterflies, and everyone was automatically saying he was my type, we were trying to find out how old he was. I just literally get butterflies thinking about him and we haven't really talked, but he's so talented and hot like idk, so that's another avenue this summer.

or we have actor guy, he's also cast in the show I'm helping out with. and idk the moment he started talking, making jokes, I just felt some sort of feelings/attraction. he seemed a lot more mature and we also didn't talk much but kept making eye contact and I'll be working a lot with him this summer too.

so many guys, all actors, that I'm into and idk what to do, or how to flirt, or if they're into me 😭😭😭😭