#like there's no right or wrong way to do this

[humanjarvis]

lads LIs when you're hesitant to initiate kisses

sylus understands your hesitancy to make yourself vulnerable, but he also can't stand to see you unfulfilled. the first couple times he catches you staring at his lips, he offers nothing but lazy blinks and slow smirks, challenging you to come to him first. but when you look away in uncertainty one too many times, seemingly content to watch your own desires slip away as long as it saves you from embarrassment, he saunters toward you, maintaining eye contact all the way. placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chin, he bends to capture your lips with his, making you stumble with his intensity. his grip on you only tightens when he breaks the kiss, and before you can ask what he’s doing, he tugs you toward his lips. when you lose your balance and fall into his embrace, you realize his game: he’s making you kiss him first 

zayne empathizes with your shyness and hesitancy, afraid to so much as look at you the wrong way in case he offends you. since you’re both too frozen in overthought to make the first move, you don’t become intimate as quickly as most couples, trading physical closeness for emotional understanding. when he walks you to your door after a visit to the bakery, he leaves you with a warm goodnight hug, and you both assume the other is satisfied. only when you think he’s asleep on the sofa one evening and press a fond kiss to his cheek does he realize you share his private desires. the next day, after stoically psyching himself up for 20 minutes, he finds you in the kitchen and kisses you deeply, a pink tinge on his cheeks when he pulls away

caleb wants you to kiss him first—or at least ask him to kiss you—but what if you won’t? he needs to know that you want him—that you’ll willingly give him the privilege of kissing you—so he gives you a few pushes in the right direction. he teases you with heated glances and not-so-accidental touches until you walk up to him, dumb with desire. when you stare up at him helplessly, he settles a large hand on your waist and hovers over your mouth, giving you the chance to push him away. when you don’t, he leans in slowly, tantalizingly, as if wanting to drive home the fact that you’re letting this happen to you—letting him claim your mouth in a slow, consuming kiss. this way, maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the courage to take what you want from him next time—if you let him taste you, there’s no need to be shy anymore, right?

you know rafayel, so you know he would be upset if you expected him to initiate everything—would it kill you to show a little interest in him? that said, you also know that initiating things isn’t really your thing. so, you find a trick that works like a charm: you goad him into kissing you. you’re comfortable enough with kisses to other places—anywhere but the lips—so you adorn his cheeks and neck with soft, chaste kisses until he’s riled up and flushed, his breath coming out in soft pants from the pleasure of feeling wanted. when you pull away, he chases your touch, and all it takes is an innocent giggle from you before he’s pinning you down and stealing your breath away, his tongue tangling with yours in passion and power.

xavier is confused and a bit discouraged when he realizes you never initiate—he thinks you just don’t want to kiss him. one afternoon, you find him sulking in bed, huddled under his comforter with the lights off. worried he’s sick or hurt, you ask what’s wrong, and he gives you 4 pouty non-answers before finally giving in. you can feel your face heat and gut tangle in guilt when he questions if you ever want to kiss him, and with one hand stroking his hair, you confess that you’re simply too shy to kiss him first. he responds with a blink and a whispered “so you do like me, then?”, and when you nod, he tackles you at the speed of light, pressing kisses all over your face before finally claiming your lips

a/n: anon who asked me if i’d ever write for zayne and i hinted at later this week this is not what i was talking about don’t worry, just an impromptu writing exercise to convince myself i’m not washed. also while this technically counts for xavier and raf i’m the least familiar with their cards so idk if/when i can write anything much longer than this for them (love them tho)

[bowtiepasta]

nanami doesn’t argue.

that would imply there’s a debate to be had. there isn’t. you’re wrong, and he’s right, end of story.

except right now you’re standing over him, arms crossed over your chest, smirking, and somehow — he’s the one apologizing. on his knees, too.

his fingers skim the inside of your wrist to the faint lines of your palm, thumb gliding over the crease of your fingers. tracing a slow, thoughtless pattern like he’s waiting for you to say something.

he exhales, sharp. “love, what exactly am I doing?”

“apologizing,” you bend closer. barely an inch, but enough that the air between you feels warmer, “..because you feel bad?”

his fingers tighten — just a little — before they smooth over again, sliding down to the ends of yours, holding on like he’s considering it. “I don’t.”

you raise a brow, irritated now. “no?”

he sighs, long-suffering, but doesn’t let go. if anything, his grip shifts, trailing down until he’s holding onto the end of your sleeve instead, brushing over your knuckles, still here, despite how tired he looks.

you press, voice softening, teasing though expectant. “do you feel bad at all?”

there’s barely a second joining the words and the way he moves — your back meets the kitchen counter with his hand around your waist, breath against your lips when he murmurs, “I do.”

his fingers slipping under your shirt at your hip as he exhales, words slipping out on your mouth:

“I’m,” kiss. “so-” kiss. “so.” kiss. “sorry,” kiss. “baby.”

you laugh into it, fingers curling into his sweater, breathless in a way you’re sure he notices. he pulls back to see the look on your face — the one that means you know you’ve won.

and for once, nanami doesn’t argue.

[mageofmadness]

CALEB + HOLE INSPECTION

(1.8k) ₊˚⊹ 𐙚🧸‧₊˚ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, questionable morals, cheating (not on caleb it's just a shitty bf), hole inspections, virginity kink if you squint, dirty talk real filthy, side eyeing yandere caleb for the mention of broken fingers and kneecaps, fingering, pet names (I'll die by the hill of pips)

caleb who is selfish.

he wants you all to himself, and he doesn’t care what it takes or how bad of a person that makes him. he’ll do anything to have you. caleb will stoop to whatever depths, so when you start going on dates with this new guy, he wishes he was conflicted but he’s not.

he’s never tried to be a good guy, not when it comes to you. fair? sure, he thinks he’s quite fair. just? yeah, he has morals like anyone else, but when it comes to you? all bets are off and he will play dirty. there’s simply no other way to play when the stakes are this high and you.

caleb who has been climbing into bed with you almost every night for years.

surely that’s not meant to stop now, right? that just seems cruel and even more selfish than what he’s got going on because caleb can’t sleep if he’s not next to you, and you tell him the same thing, so why do you need to go on dates with this guy? what’s the point? you still kiss caleb goodnight, sometimes missing his cheek and sometimes it’s closer to the corner of his mouth. you still curl up with him on the couch and wear his sweaters around the house, something he watched carefully to see a change in, but things between you and him are the same, so surely you're not about to take all of that from him now? all because of some guy you met at work?

yet, said guy won’t leave, and caleb does not like it. he deals, he manages, but he does not like sharing because, once again, he is selfish.

caleb who meets the guy for the first time and instantly hates him. not even because he’s taking you out, it’s because he’s spineless. a boy that couldn’t even look him in the eyes to shake hands. a boy—plain and simple. caleb can’t help but feel bad for the guy, really, considering he’s taking you on a date, but you’ll come home to caleb at the end of the night and curl up with caleb in bed.

caleb is not above any of this because this guy is fleeting, he has to be. he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know what you like or want or need. not the way caleb does.

caleb who is waiting up for you when you come home.

it’s been a few months of dates with this guy, but caleb still gets his corner of the mouth kiss every other night, and last night he fell asleep to the feeling of your soft thigh thrown over his middle, so it should be fine, right? instead you come home in tears, and his first instinct is to break the man’s hands. he needs to start with the fingers, then maybe his wrists.

“pips, what’s wrong?”

you’re adamant it’s nothing. that nothing happened and you’re overreacting and caleb thinks sure, you can overreact sometimes but everyone can and that’s what he’s here for: to understand and react accordingly as well. but he cannot do that, caleb cannot protect you, if you do not tell him what’s wrong. sitting in his lap on the couch, face buried in his neck, he can’t understand what you’re mumbling. it comes out like something is wrong with me, which surely cannot be the case. caleb must have heard wrong. 

“something is wrong with you?” you nod. “nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. why are you saying that?” caleb takes a deep breath. “you gotta tell me what’s happening or i can’t help.”

by the time caleb listens to the half-mumbled words you manage to get out around an errant sniffles, he’s already decided hands, wrist, and kneecaps will need to be broken to atone for this because that guy has some nerve insinuating there’s a single thing wrong with you. just because you didn’t want to kiss him? or, you tell caleb that you were fine kissing him, but when he tried to take things further, that’s when there were issues.

honestly, it takes everything in caleb not to scoff. the guy's more of a coward than he had initially gauged if he thought he a) deserved more than a kiss, first of all, and b) something is wrong with you because when he shoved his hand down your pants you weren't wet.

the guy doesn't exactly sound like a romeo.

“i don’t trust him,” caleb says plainly. “i never did. you deserve better, and i should have never let you walk out of that door.” you only sniffle and caleb tampers down his anger and tries again. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. there’s nothing wrong with you, you know that?” nothing again, and caleb sighs. finally, “do you trust me?”

you nod, arms tightening around his neck.

“he touched you here?” caleb asks. his hand skates around your hip. you squirm in his lap but give him a small yes when his fingers dip between your thighs. “just touched or…”

nothing else, you’re adamant and caleb trusts you explicitly, but his blood is boiling hot and he just…he needs to be sure. caleb sits up, and you hmph, but he shushes you. he needs you to know there’s not a thing wrong with you, that this isn’t a you issue. he smooths his hand over the hem of your dress that rides up the back of your thighs when he moves, draping you over his lap this time, ass up.

“were you going to fuck him?” caleb gets a gut wrenching maybe in response as he marvels at the silky smooth expanse of the back of your legs. so, so pretty. “why?” he unfairly demands. “you liked him that much?”

you shake your head, breathing heavy against his thighs. “no, just wanted to know…what it felt like.”

“that’s what i’m here for, pips.” he says, waiting for you to stop him, but you don’t. you gasp as he rucks up your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he groans at the sight of bright red panties, the curve of your ass settled pretty over his lap about to be his undoing. “you know that right? tell me you know that.” he pleads. "can i touch you?"

"please."

caleb wastes no time. he thumbs at your hole, over the red lace that's wet under his touch. “you ever fuck yourself, sweetheart?”

you whine his name in embarrassment, but eventually nod. he groans, imagining you in bed or the shower with your fingers buried to the knuckle in your cunt. maybe while he's in the other room, or maybe in the shower right before you crawl into bed with him.

“good girl,” he mumbles and feels you relax more. “but what's all this about?” caleb pulls his thumb back, and pops it in his mouth. he groans. “thought he was adamant something was wrong and this pussy doesn’t get wet.” caleb tsks but sighs in relief when he realizes they guy really didn't get this far. “doesn’t seem a problem to me, so, then what is it? tell me the difference here, pips.”

he hears you stammer out "y–you, caleb," and feels satisfaction like a bat to the back of the head, making him dizzy. concussing him. caleb's fingers trace over edges of lace and soft skin. “so pretty, baby. will you sit still while i take a look?”

“why?”

“nothing is wrong, sweetheart. i just want to make sure he didn't hurt this pretty hole.”

he feels you shiver, and caleb can't help but grin.

that guy didn't stand a chance.

he slowly drags your underwear down, discarding them in his pocket for safe keeping. what greets him when he looks back is the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, actually. it’s jaw-dropping, and wet. so clearly wet from the way it looks, sticky and peeking out between plush thighs over his lap.

“my heart, pips, i cant take it.” caleb says as he grips your hips, then your ass. watching your skin bloom pink as he spreads you open to see more. “hold still. i know you know that you can ask anything of me, so if this hole is needy, you come to me now, understood?”

"you need someone to take care of you, not someone that's going to shove his hands down your pants and expect anything, got it?"

he spreads your pussy open, watching as it twitches under his touch and when he presses a finger against your hole, it gives easily. "tight and greedy," he tsks.

caleb cannot help but tease. your pussy is perfect and untouched. he plays with it, watching you respond. watching as you jump when he pushes just the tip of two fingers in. pink and so sweet, caleb's mouth waters. "she's so pretty, sweetheart. i do think we're gonna have an issue though. i dunno if i can fit into a tiny hole like this." he hooks his finger and uses it to stretch you open and you moan his name. "don't get fussy. we'll figure it out, pips."

he watches as you whimper and moan, working yourself into a near fit over the prodding of his fingers. the way he spreads you open, leaning close and letting his breath ghost over your twitching hole. watching for your reactions and never giving you enough.

“doesn't even seem like i need to train this little hole to only get wet for me, hm? seems she’s already taken care of that herself."

"you're so soft, sweetheart.”

"can i make you come? looks like you need it." he kisses the back of your head, and then your shoulder. mumbling, "promise I'll take such good care of you. how could i not? i've got the sweetest thing in my lap right now, all wet and whining...mhm, you are whining, pips, but that's okay. just let me..."

after readjusting your hips, you easily take two of his fingers, all the way to the knuckle and instead of imginging you doing this to yourself, caleb watches as his own fingers disappear into your cunt. you're a needy thing, too, and he groans. imagining you struggling to take his cock but you would because you're, "so good, baby. so good for me, just like that. does that feel good?"

watching as your thighs fall further apart, as you start to cry for him. for more. for him to kiss you, and caleb does. of course he does. he pulls his fingers out, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he heads for his bed.

"think i'm gonna fuck you, pips," caleb mumbles, bringing a hand down on your ass. you scold him, still limp-legged and breathing heavy. head heavy in the clouds. caleb grins and tosses you onto the bed. "you want that? then we'll have another look at that hole."

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ. 234.108.120 238.165.187

[missdynamighttt]

thinking abt katsuki who gets mad when u put a pillow on ur lap when he lays down on it 💔💔 AND THIS IS FOR THE CHUBBY GIRLS W THICK THIGHS!!! urgh katsuki would so love a pluz size girl he would be all over her

katsuki was pouting. actually, no—he was sulking. that'd probably because he was in hell. not the kind with fire and demons, no, this was worse.

you had barely sat down on the couch before he sprawled out dramatically, resting his head in your lap like he always did.

it was his favorite place to be, right on top of you, wrapped up in your warmth, your scent, your presence.

but today, you did the unthinkable.

because right in front of him, you had the audacity, the sheer disrespect, to place a pillow on your lap. his lap. the lap that he was supposed to lay on, unfiltered, unobstructed, completely consuming you like he deserved.

“what the fuck is this?” he grumbled, glaring at the offensive object like it personally insulted his entire bloodline.

“it’s a pillow, katsuki,” you replied, suppressing a smile.

“yeah? no shit, why is it here?” his voice was all sorts of offended, like you had personally wronged him in the worst way possible. “i don’t wanna lay on some dumb pillow—i wanna lay on you.”

you rolled your eyes. “maybe i don’t want your heavy-ass head on my legs all the time.”

“oh, please,” he scoffed, shifting so he could grab at your thighs. his fingers squeezed your flesh, his grip firm but greedy. “these are mine. they’re meant for me. not a goddamn pillow.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh while his red eyes flicked between you and the pillow like he was debating setting it on fire. “katsuki—”

“no.” he glared at the pillow like it was his sworn enemy. “you’re warm. you’re soft. you’re perfect. and you’re putting this thing between us?”

he sounded actually hurt, as if the pillow was personally getting in the way of his love for you. “why would you do that to me?”

you blinked at him. “are you really getting this worked up over a pillow?”

“yes.” he said it without shame, without hesitation. “now move it.”

you raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “and what do i get if i do?”

he smirked, shifting so his hand trailed up your thigh, squeezing with purpose. “oh, baby, you know what you’ll get.”

you sighed dramatically, pretending to be reluctant as you removed the pillow.

the instant it was gone, katsuki squished his face into your thighs with a satisfied groan, wrapping his arms around your waist like he was afraid you’d take it away again.

“never pull that shit again,” he mumbled, nuzzling into you. “i got the best damn thighs in the world, and you wanna cover ‘em up with some dumbass pillow? over my dead body."

he sighed deeply, like he had just endured the greatest hardship known to man. his face was completely buried in your thighs, as if he could merge with them if he tried hard enough.

"see?" he murmured, voice slightly muffled against your thigh. "this is how it's supposed to be. no stupid pillow. just you."

you rolled your eyes, but the fond smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "you’re such a drama queen."

"yeah, and you're my throne, so shut up and let me enjoy it," he shot back, already closing his eyes like he planned to stay there forever.

you huffed a laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. his grip on you tightened, a pleased hum vibrating against your skin as he melted into your touch.

for someone so explosive, so rough around the edges, he sure acted like a needy housecat when it came to you.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ anon ilysm for requesting this, i really do. i'm probably writing the breeding kink next after this, considering it a 4k special since we're going so fast😭 lmk if you wanna be tagged and i hope you guys enjoy💗💗

[minarisplaything]

What You're Missing (part 2)

pairing: Yunjin (Le Sserafim) x Male Reader summary: Yunjin gets what she wants (and maybe you do too). tags: cheating, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal sex, rough sex, choking word count: 4.3k Part 1

You had tried your best. God you really had. 

Ever since that night in the kitchen, you did your best to avoid Yunjin at all costs. Or, at the very least not end up alone in the same room with her. Not that it stopped her from shooting you suggestive looks or brushing up against you whenever she had the opportunity. She’d wear outfits that would inevitably draw your eye as if it were nothing, all the while playing the loving role of step-sister to Kazuha. 

Unlike yourself, it was clear that she had no guilt over deep-throating your cock that night. In fact, you soon learned that she was determined to get you, even if she couldn't do so directly. 

It was something that became increasingly clear to you one night when Kazuha pulled off your cock and looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"Did...did you like that?" she had asked. 

Later as the two of you lay in bed together, she bashfully admitted to getting advice from Yunjin. Not knowing that her stepsister’s advice came from first-hand experience on what you liked.  

The worst part was that you had enjoyed it. Still, it only caused you to think of Yunjin. Because no matter what Kazuha did, your mind would cruelly think that Yunjin could do it better.  

The matter was only further complicated by the fact that the two of you had yet to move past oral sex and handjobs. Despite one night where a bout of heavy petting had Kazuha practically whimpering in your palm.  

That had turned into a long night in the bathroom fisting your cock when she had put an abrupt stop to things before you got 'carried away'.  

Inevitably, there were nights when your mind would drift to Yunjin's open invitation. 

"When you're ready to remember what pussy feels like, you know where to find me."

At the time, you had brushed off her arrogance. As the saying went, once was a mistake, twice was a choice, and three times was a pattern. You told yourself that you wouldn’t get to that point. Kazuha didn’t deserve that. 

And yet tonight as you stared up at the ceiling with an aching, unattended erection and a soundly sleeping girlfriend beside you; you couldn’t help but wonder if Yunjin was awake.  

‘I’ll just see what she’s up to’ you thought. 

A lie so bad that you couldn’t even convince yourself that it was your actual intention. Not that it stopped you from slipping out of bed, feet padding across the floor as you left the room. The rest of the apartment was quiet, briefly making you wonder if you were being an idiot. It had been over a month since Yunjin’s offer. Surely, by now she would have retracted it right?   

Self-doubt wasn’t enough to stop your quiet footsteps as you made your way down the hall, seeing a faint glow coming from her room. Your cock twitched at the thought of her being awake and ready to receive you. As you drew closer, the soft sound of panting reached your ears. Curiosity mixed with arousal as you peered through the cracked open door.  

The sight your eyes found did not disappoint in the least. 

Yunjin was on her bed, her body positioned in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was up in the air, her sleep shorts riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her cheeks. Her loose tank top had slipped down one shoulder, exposing the smooth skin of her collarbone and the edge of her bra strap. But it was her hand that held your attention, moving rhythmically between her thighs, her fingers working in a way that made your mouth go dry.

Her recently dyed red hair fell like a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression but not the soft, breathy sounds escaping her lips. Each gasp, each moan, was like a punch to your gut, sending a jolt of heat straight to your cock. You couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away.

It was wrong. So wrong. But that didn’t stop you from leaning closer, your hand gripping the edge of the door as you watched her. Her movements were slow at first, almost teasing, as if she were savoring every second. But then her hips began to rock, her fingers moving faster, and the sounds she made grew louder, more desperate.

Your cock twitched in your boxers, straining against the fabric as you watched her. It was like a private show, one meant just for you, even if she didn’t know you were there. The thought sent a thrill through you, one that made your guilt feel distant, almost irrelevant.

Yunjin’s breath hitched, her back arching as she let out a low moan.

“Fuck. Yes… just like that…”

You wanted to step into the room, to close the distance between you and take over where her fingers left off. But you stayed rooted in place, your body tense as you watched her bring herself closer to the edge.

Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking against her hand as she chased her release. The sounds she made were almost too much to bear, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through you. And then, with a sharp gasp, she came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing. Then, slowly, she turned her head, her red hair falling away from her face as her eyes met yours through the crack in the door.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she took in deep breaths. A slight smirk crossed her features as her gaze drifted downwards. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell you did.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your body freezing as her words hit you like a bucket of cold water. She knew. She’d known the whole time.

“I was wondering when you’d finally make your way here,” she said, her smirk widening as she sat up, her hand still resting between her thighs. “It took you longer than I thought.”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you asked, your voice rough.

Yunjin laughed, the sound light and airy as she shifted on the bed, her legs stretching out in front of her. “If you wanted to feel morally right, you would’ve stayed in bed,” she said, her tone teasing. “But you didn’t. You came here. And we both know why.”

Her words cut through you, sharp and unrelenting. She was right. You had come here. And you knew exactly why.

She waited a beat for you to offer a denial of her claim. However, as was often the case with Yunjin, she hit the truth on the head and you had no rebuttal. A smile spread across her features as she beaconed you over towards the bed.   

"Close the door, would you?" 

It was almost like an out of body experience as you turned and obeyed her command. At the same time whether it was in your cock or in your mind, you couldn’t deny that you wanted what was right in front of you. All the weeks of foreplay with your girlfriend had only succeeded in making you want one big release even more.  

Your feet carried you to towards the bed where Yunjin knelt atop the mattress. Her loose tank top clung to her body, the thin fabric doing little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, pressing against the material as if begging for attention. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your cock twitching in response.

“You know I was almost ready to give up,” Yunjin cooed. “It seemed like nothing I was doing was working.” 

“You weren’t exactly subtle.” 

Yunjin shrugged. “Zuha didn’t seem to notice.”  

You grimaced slightly. “Can we…not mention her?” 

A wicked grin crossed Yunjin’s face as she shifted towards the edge of the bed closer to you. “Why not? She’s the reason why you’re here isn’t she? If she was putting out you wouldn’t want to fuck me so bad.” She paused, looking you up and down for a moment. “Or maybe you would. Maybe this is just an excuse for you to act out your crush on me.” 

 You scoffed, turning your head to the side. 

“Am I wrong?” she challenged. “You don’t want to taste me?” 

Before you could spit out a response, Yunjin was raising her fingers to your lips. They were glossy and covered with the evidence of her recent orgasm. It was wrong. It was erotic. And yet never before had you wanted to take two fingers in your mouth so badly. Your cock twitched inside your boxers, a thick bulge forming against the cotton material.  

"Open your mouth for me." 

"Yunjin…" 

"Open." 

Your teeth ground together for a moment before you obeyed her command, lips parting obediently. With a please smile Yunjin slipped her fingers into your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your lips around them, locking the two digits in your mouth as your tongue swirled around them. You tasted her juices off her fingers, memories of the sight of her ass up in the air as she fingered herself only moments earlier filling your mind.  

"Good boy," she praised you. "Make sure you lick them clean." 

You followed her instructions, sucking greedily. Your diligence was rewarded as you felt Yunjin's fingers curl around your cock. She gave you shaft a few languid strokes and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure around her fingers. Yunjin's lips spread into a delighted smile. 

This was wrong. This was a betrayal. But you had already made your choice the moment you walked into the room.

"You know you didn't have to spy. I would've been happy to give you a show," she said, pumping your hard shaft. She slipped the fingers that were in your mouth out, a satisfied hum leaving her at your handiwork. "But I guess this is what gets your hard isn't it? Plausible deniability?" 

"I don't know what you mean," you said, stifling a moan when she gave your cock a squeeze.  

"Right, sure," Yunjin laughed, "You know I doubt Zuha would by the excuse that you just stumbled in here with a hard cock anyway. So why don't you just say what you want." 

Yunjin finally had you cornered and she knew it. Attempting to play ignorant at this point would just be insulting. Not when you were the one who came to her room in the middle of the night. Not when you had watched her bring hersef to orgasm. And not when her hand was currently still stroking your cock. It was clear what you wanted. 

"….I want to fuck you," you muttered. 

"What was that?" she hummed. 

"I want to fuck you," you repeated louder. At this point you wanted to fuck anyone just to break your dry spell but that didn't mean Yunjin was any less tempting.  

She grinned wickedly as you finally said it aloud. "It took you long enough." Her free hand reached for yours, her fingers dancing around your wrist. "Since I know how she has you suffering I'll even let you take charge."  To prove her words, she raised your hand to her neck, letting your fingers circle around it lazily. All the while, her strokes had picked up speed, your hips jerking into her touch.  "Think you can handle that?" 

Then just as quickly as it had started Yunjin abruptly pulled back. She crawled back towards the headboard before laying herself out for you. Her thighs spread out for you; her glistening pussy already swollen from her masturbation session moments earlier. To say your brain damn near short-circuited at the sight was an understatement. It had been months and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend nude. Not even in the shower. And now here was Yunjin legs spread open and inviting.  

You needed this.  

With that driving thought you buried whatever reservations you had left six feet deep. You made your way onto the bed and towards Yunjin, easily fitting yourself between her parted thighs. There was no hesitation as you took your cock in hand, rubbing it along her swollen pussy, still wet from her masturbation. The tip pushed into her and your mind nearly went blank as you sunk deeper inside of her. 

"Someone's, fuck, eager," Yunjin said, her head falling back as she held herself up on her elbows. "You know Kazuha would never let you fuck her raw." 

"Shut up," you grunted. You didn't want to think about her now. Even if the idea of it being your girlfriend beneath you as opposed to her step-sister made your cock twitch.  

Yunjin let out a laugh, "But I guess it has been a while for you, hasn't it? Go on, enjoy this." 

"I plan on it." 

In fact, you already were.

You could feel her fitting so snug around your cock, her walls stretching to accommodate your invasion as you pushed inch by inch into her until your hips were flush against each other. You couldn't withhold the moan that left you when that moment came.

You realized then that all of Yunjin's taunts leading up that point were finally coming to fruition. You had been deprived. You did want this. And if you were going to go through with this you damn sure were going to make sure you enjoyed every moment of it. 

"That's it," Yujin coaxed, ignoring your prior command to shut up. "Are you remembering how good it feels to be inside a woman? Kazuha has been keeping you neglected. But that's okay, because now you can let all that pent up energy out on me."

You didn’t need her words to remind you. Your body was already screaming it, every nerve alight as you bottomed out inside her, her warmth enveloping you in a way that made your head spin. Yunjin’s walls clenched around you, as if daring you to move, to give in completely. And you did.

With a low groan, you pulled back, almost entirely out of her, before slamming back in. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mingling with Yunjin’s sharp gasp and the slick, wet sounds of your cock driving into her. Her legs hooked around your waist, pulling you deeper, urging you to go harder, faster.

“Fuck,” you hissed, your voice strained as you set a brutal pace. “You’re so tight.”

Yunjin’s laugh was breathless, her head tilting back as she arched into you. 

“That’s what happens when you’re not getting any,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor thing. All that frustration… you must’ve been dying to fuck someone. Anyone.”

Her words stung, mostly because they were true. But you didn’t care anymore. Not when she felt this good. Not when every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, your cock throbbing as it stretched her open. You gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as you fucked her with a desperation that bordered on madness.

“Shut up.”

You growled, though there was no real bite to it. Not when your voice was shaking, not when you were so close to losing yourself completely.

Yunjin smirked, her nails dragging down your back as she egged you on. 

“What’s wrong? Too busy thinking about how much better I feel than her? Then again, I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?”

Shame flushed up your neck. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough, sloppy kiss to silence her. It worked—for a moment. But Yunjin wasn’t one to be quiet for long. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts as she moaned into your ear.

“You can’t even deny it, can you You’ve been thinking about this. About me. Wondering if I’d let you fuck me like this. Wondering if I’d let you come inside me.”

Your hips stuttered at her words, a low groan escaping your throat. She was right. You had thought about it. More times than you cared to admit. And now, with her legs wrapped around you and her pussy gripping your cock like a vice, it was all you could think about.

“You want to take control. To make me yours.” 

“Yunjin…” you warned.

“What?” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You don’t want to? Or are you just scared of what Kazuha would think if she found out? That she’d be appalled at what you really like.”

She leaned up, her teeth nipping at your ear.

“Or are you too much of a coward to do what you really want?”

That did it. Your hands moved before you could think, one sliding up her body to wrap around her throat. Her laughter hitched, her breath catching as your fingers tightened, just enough to make her eyes widen. But she didn’t fight you. Instead, her hand flew to your wrist, her fingers wrapping around it as she urged you to squeeze harder.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

You didn’t need her permission—still, her encouragement sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock. Your hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that had her moaning, her body arching into yours. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, as if her body was rewarding you for giving in.

“Fuck, Yunjin.”

You grunted, your voice rough as you tightened your grip on her throat. Her pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, fast and frantic, and the sound of her gasps only fueled your desperation.

"Kazuha would never let you do this," Yunjin gasped, her voice breathless. "She's too...pure for this. Too scared to let you take what you really want."

Her words were like a punch to the gut, but they only made you fuck her harder. Your cock throbbed inside her, the thought of Kazuha---sweet, innocent Kazuha---flashing through your mind. But it wasn't her beneath you. It was Yunjin. Yunjin, who was everything Kazuha wasn't. Yunjin, who was willing to let you take everything you needed.

"Don't talk about her," you grunted.

Yunjin's laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you tightened your grip. "Why not?" she challenged, her nails digging into your wrist. "You know I'm right. She'd never let you own her like this."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, your cock twitching inside her as your hips moved faster, harder. You hated how right she was. Hated how much you wanted this. Hated how good it felt to finally let go.

"Fuck me like you mean it," Yunjin moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like you've been dreaming about."

Your hips snapped forward, your cock plunging into her with a force that had her crying out. Her walls clenched around you, her body trembling as she came, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. But you didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when her pussy was still pulsing around you, not when her words echoed in your head like a mantra.

"Is this what you wanted?" you growled, your voice rough and low as you leaned over her. “Huh? You wanted me to fuck you like this? To use you like this?"

Yunjin's response was a breathless moan, her head falling back as her body writhed beneath you.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "God, yes!"

Her words only spurred you on, your hips slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath you.

“You’re such a slut,” you muttered, your voice dripping with a mix of disgust and arousal. “Coming on your sister’s boyfriend’s cock like this. You love it, don’t you?”

Yunjin’s laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she met your thrusts.

“You know I do. And why shouldn’t I? Why should Kazuha get everything when she doesn’t even know how to use it? You love it too. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

You didn’t respond. Not when her words hit so close to the truth. Instead, you focused on the way her body moved with yours, the way her pussy gripped your cock like a vice, milking you with every thrust. You were close. So close. And you could tell she was too, her moans growing louder, more desperate as you drove her closer to the edge again.

 “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

Yunjin’s response was a strangled cry, her body arching into yours as she came again, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, and it was enough to push you over the edge.

“Come inside me,” she gasped, her voice trembling but insistent, her nails digging into your back as she pulled you closer. “Do it. I want to feel it. Give it to me.”

Her words were your undoing. With a low groan, you buried yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you came, filling her with everything you had. Your hips jerked erratically as you rode out your orgasm, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the feel of her body beneath you. Then, slowly, reality began to creep back in.

Yunjin’s fingers trailed lazily down your back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Told you that you wanted it.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you pulled out of her, your cock still twitching as you collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Honestly, it wasn’t bad for someone who hasn’t had sex months.”

“Glad I could meet your standards,” you muttered dryly.

Yunjin laughed, the sound low and throaty as she propped herself up on one elbow, her red hair falling like a curtain around her face.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You know you enjoyed it. And besides…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. For being such a good sport.”

You raised an eyebrow, a brief sense of dread filling you.

“A secret?”

As if reading your mind Yunjin rolled her eyes.

“Not that. I’m on the pill, idiot.”

The sense of relief you felt was almost better than your own orgasm. Almost.

“It’s about your little girlfriend,” Yunjin said, a smirk growing on her features. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Kazuha will never let you fuck her before marriage. She’s too… traditional for that.”

Your jaw tightened at the mention of Kazuha’s name, but Yunjin wasn’t done. Her fingers trailed lower, her touch light but deliberate as she continued.

“But here’s the thing,” she continued. “Everyone knows…if it’s anal, it doesn’t count.”

You should’ve been annoyed at the very least. Yet still your cock twitched in response to the suggest. Yunjin’s laugh was soft, almost cruel, as she leaned in closer.

 “Think about it. You get to have her, in a way, without breaking her precious rules.”

You didn’t believe her for a second. Kazuha? Doing that? Your mind briefly wandered, the visual of her perfect ass taking you flooding your thoughts before you scoffed, shaking your head as if to physically dislodge the image.

“Kazuha wouldn’t do that,” you muttered, your voice tight. “She just barely started using her mouth.”

“You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Yunjin quipped. “But why would I lie? I’ve already gotten everything I wanted.”

The statement hit you like a punch to the gut, and you tried not to think about how it made you feel. Used. Exploited. But then again, hadn’t you used her too?

Yunjin leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she continued.

“Kazuha is the one who mentioned it. She keeps going on about how tempting it is being with you, blah, blah, blah. How she wants to make you happy but doesn’t want to break her ‘values.’”

She rolled her eyes at the last word, as if the concept of self-restraint was beneath her.

Your gut twisted, a sickening mix of shame and arousal churning inside you. Kazuha, your sweet girlfriend, was thinking about you in private, wrestling with her desires, while you were here, betraying her in the worst way possible. And yet, despite the guilt, the thought of her—of that—sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock.

You really were the worst.

Yunjin’s hand found its way to your length, her fingers wrapping around you in a slow, deliberate stroke.

“If you want, I can be sure to push her down the right path. Just like I did before.”

You grimaced, the memory of Yunjin’s past ‘guidance’ flashing through your mind. She’d been the one to teach Kazuha how to use her mouth, hadn’t she? And you had reaped the benefits. But this… this felt different. This felt like a deal with the devil.

Yunjin could see the wheels turning in your head, the conflict playing out across your face. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “Think about it. You’ve got time.”

Then, just like that, she pulled away, climbing out of bed with your eyes following her. She stretched, her nude body on full display, before turning to you with a smirk.

“I’m going to shower. You can join me if you want. Or…” She paused, her grin widening. “You can go back to bed smelling like me. Your choice.”

You swallowed thickly, watching as she slipped out of the room and left you with your thoughts. Was it really a choice if you had come this far? And if Yunjin was a devil, had you just sold your soul?

A/N: Happy comeback! I have a feeling we'll get plenty of inspo this time around. Part 3??

[angelesca]

a soon-to-be-husband's plan for successful marriage! w.c. ~900

requested by: @kimura-uzuri lots of kisses as per the request, suggestive, all of them are idiots in love and mega pathetic (just how we like 'em amirite) added some extra characters & stretched the prompt, but the core remains the same - hopefully you don't mind :)) (!! written before playing 3.1! only seen some bits and pieces)

anaxagoras's "all according to calculation" love letter!

to my dearest, if you were to reject me, i think i'd cry with my one eye since our fateful encounter, i've found myself... happy agitated, with these bothersome feelings aglaea said it was "love". hah. what does she know?, aroused by, simply, your presence in my orbit. it nags endlessly, claws at my throat when i breathe, these insignicant matters should afford me no pleasure... yet, the heart is no longer a master of itself, desperately wrestling from your grip, but inevitably chained to your smile that is interwoven with my memories. i also cannot forget how you suplexed me after our first kiss my lips spring and curve at an accord of their own when you spare as little as a glance at me. to who else can be ascribed such a feat? congratulations i guess a scholar's instinct is to question in the face of adversity. and questions must be accompanied by answers. as i write this to you, i have finally sumrised the truth. why i feel what i do, i must acknowledge it now... i adore you. i am eternally yours-- i must spend my life with you. ... *unintelligible scribbling*

anaxagoras looks up from his page, staring at you. "did that work?"

work? it didn't even try. "what? what are you- why did you read me a whole love letter? i didn't even know you had it in your bones to write sappy romance."

anaxagoras's eye twitches. he took that to heart. his formula for the perfect proposal is breaking, time to move onto plan b.

you throw your hands on your hips. "what's with you?" kiss. "you just came home after-" kiss. "-being away for so long." kiss. "is something wrong with your head?" kiss. "stop that! it won't distract me from your failure of a proposal."

"tch." anaxa clicks his tongue, slumping defeatedly like a child who got caught red-handed. so much for his perfect plan. well, when all else fails, there's only one final strategy: "well? are we getting engaged?"

you sigh. "you could've said that in the first place..." kiss. "..."

little did you know, that was a display of anaxagoras's restraint. the power of a scholar comes from more than their words, you learned the hard way, sore in bed the next day.

phainon's "super special, totally epic °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°" checklist!

1. i miss my partner so much... (´-ω-`) must return to okhema 2. buy a ring (maybe ask aglaea?) (ugh, i can't let mydei know or he'll tease me) 3. ??? 4. become husband!!! (☆ω☆)

step 1. miss my partner... check. duh. ┐(‘～` )┌ return to okhema? check.

step 2. buy a ring. check. aglaea, with a stifled chuckle, gladly helped the clueless phainon pick out a ring perfect for you. after all, someone who pairs an orange shirt with purple pants could hardly be trusted with picking out an engagement ring. successfully avoided mydei's keen eyes.

step 3. ???

phainon stares at you. "???"

"???" you stare back.

"???????????" phainon took the third step too literally. what is this doofus doing?

realising that his plan is falling apart, phainon panics. "c-c-c-c-can i k-kiss you?" his lips unconsciously push together, pouting, as if practicing his kissing on your ghost.

you frown. "why are you asking like it's our first time doing it?"

"oh, right..."

you playfully roll your eyes. "come here, you."

phainon skips over, brightened, lowering his head for you. you press kisses on them. then, ten more for good measure, because, well, phainon and kisses just go well together, clicking like a puzzle.

"haha, that was nice." phainon's cheeks were red as tomatoes, pressing his hands on them like a youthful maiden in love. then, he latches onto your arm, intertwining. "let's settle down soon. i'm so tired of fighting bad guys all day," he mumbles.

"settle down? like family?" you ask.

"whatever you desire: children, dogs, cats, potted plants. i'm okay with anything you want, as long as you want it," phainon beams. "i just want to start a new life with you!"

beneath all the sweet words, phainon feels that he forgot something integral... something something... become husband... well, whatever. as long as you're happy, phainon can't think of much else when you're calling out his name at night. ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) the neighbours are tired bro...

(days later, you found the engagement ring left in his pocket before taking his clothes for laundry)

mydei's "conquer and overcome all adversities" (is he still talking about proposing?) goal!

1. propose

mydei holds out his hand. "let us form a legal, committal union under a contract."

your jaw drops. mydei had just returned home and these were his first words after being apart for so long? "s-sorry?"

mydei huffs. "you know what i mean."

"you mean a marri-"

COUGH COUGH.

...?

you scrunch your eyebrows. "you want to marr-"

COUGH COUGH.

... mydei is blushing, eyes glossy. how could one word have such an effect? scratch that, how has he made it this far into the relationship? romance was certainly not in the kremnoan dictionary.

you take a deep breath. "mydei, you can just say the word."

"the word."

you sigh. this was too slow. "fine. i agree."

"agree?" mydei looks at you expectantly.

"to establish a legal contract that binds us together."

"oh," mydei smiles. "well, let us make haste." he swings you over his shoulder easily, as if carrying feathers. now, it's going too fast - he really can't set a pace.

"hey! what the-" by the time you realised, you were already at an altar, face-to-face with your husband-to-be. never in your life have you witnessed your body being covered in so many marks the night after the wedding, and your lips were definitely bruised.

you sternly warned mydei, and what is repressed comes back stronger, as he hugged you 24/7, stealing your waist instead of lips. a kremnoan warrior always stays conquering, even when proving his eternal love for you.

a/n: i just found out there are anaxa chibis but its too late im afraid. pea head anaxa for life who's with me also here's some behind the scenes! originally i wrote this for phainon's step 3:

phainon gets on his knees and- oh, oh my god- "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"phainon???" his name barely leaves your mouth as a breath, for you can hardly construct words, let alone a sentence.

LMAOOO it was way too much. anw ty again! i had fun writing it! sorry this was kinda short, i wrote this up as quick as i could. but if you'd like me to re-make the request bc it was too silly, lemme know xx

[reignpage]

Pathetic piner!Gojo has loved you all his life. You’ve been best friends since you were in diapers and even though he didn’t know what love was at the ripe old age of two weeks, he knew, you were the one. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo lucked out when you two had gotten drunk during some stupid college party and you kissed him. Sure, you thought he was someone else, but a kiss was a kiss, until it turned into more. 

That ‘more’ was the best night of his life; he gotten to see sides of you he had only ever dreamed about, tasted inches of your skin he never thought he’d feel, and best of all?

He made you feel good. 

Maybe not as good as you made him feel but every time after that, he had worked hard to bring you closer and closer until you could share that feeling that’s been brewing in his heart since. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo wasn’t the biggest fan of the arrangement you two had began — he wanted more, craved more, but he didn’t dare push you. He’d lose his mind if that ever happened. So, instead, he told himself it was enough. He was your best friend, you trusted him with everything, you shared memories no one else could ever have, and you were in his bed practically every night. No one could replace him. 

And. That. Was. Enough. 

But…

You would do things that made him hopeful. When you brushed his hair back, adjusted his sunglasses, and called him ‘pretty.’ Things that threatened to pull his heart right out of his ribcage so he could give it to you. These were things that made him special. It must have been a sign of love, the kind that he feels, the obsessive, all-consuming, manic love.

Right?

Why is it then, that he’s watching a guy leave your apartment just as he’s carrying a bag full of takeout to surprise you with?

Pathetic piner!Gojo rushes to your room and bangs the door much louder than he’d like but he can’t seem to care about it. And when you open said door and come out, surprised and concerned, the words that leave his quivering lips are drowned out by the tears that are falling from his eyes. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo asks, voice rough and distorted, “Did you sleep with him? Do you love him?”

Thoroughly confused, you can only reply with an ‘uh, no?’

His laugh isn’t one you recognise. It’s mean and scathing but not at you. No, never at you. 

“Satoru, that was just a classmate dropping off some notes. What’s wrong?”

Pathetic piner!Gojo rambles on and it’s as if he can’t hear you. “So then why don’t you want to date me? Why don’t you love me the way I love you? Do you even have any idea how I feel? Baby, I feel like I’m dying. Like someone’s just torn a hole through my chest. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat or breathe or live! P-please…just give me a chance. I’ll be good.”

Pathetic piner!Gojo is baffled when you start laughing. His tears pause mid-way and he even feels the tips of his ears burning despite not knowing why exactly he should feel embarrassed. 

“Toru! You actual idiot. I thought we’ve been dating all this time.”

Pathetic piner!Gojo says, “Oh.”

“Get in, loser. We’re gonna have to have a talk.”

And despite the stern tone of your voice, Pathetic piner!Gojo smiles and skips inside your apartment feeling mighty good about himself. 

Until, of course, he realises he dropped the takeout. 

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Scent of Trouble

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

POV: First Person

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Humor, Jealous!Paige

Summary: Prank Gone Wrong (or right?)

🏷️: @elalfywhore , @yailtsv , @starfulani , @sitawita , @paige05bby , @azziswrld , @vamptizm , @authentic-girl03

⸻

I was feeling particularly mischievous today. Paige had been glued to Fortnite for the past hour, her headset on, yelling callouts to KK, Jana, Azzi, and Ice like she was in the NBA Finals. She barely noticed when I walked in and kissed the top of her head, so naturally, I had to get her attention somehow.

And what better way than a little TikTok prank?

I set my phone up discreetly on the bookshelf, angling it just right to capture the entire scene. Then, I grabbed my Brazilian perfume—aka, the one that makes Paige go feral—and doused myself in it. Not too much, just enough that she’d pick up on it immediately.

I checked myself out in the mirror. My outfit was casual but cute—leggings that made my curves pop and a fitted top that Paige had claimed was her “weakness.” Satisfied with the setup, I hit record and walked back into the room where Paige was still deep into her game.

I leaned on the doorframe and cleared my throat dramatically. “Hey, babe, I’m about to go meet someone.”

Paige didn’t even look up. “Mhm, okay. Have fun,” she mumbled, focused on building some insane structure in the game.

I rolled my eyes. Not the dismissive response. That won’t do.

I stepped closer, making sure the scent of my perfume carried through the air. “I said, I’m about to go meet someone,” I repeated, a little louder this time.

That got her attention.

Paige’s head snapped toward me so fast I thought she might get whiplash. Her nose scrunched up before she fully processed what I said. Then, her eyes narrowed, scanning me from head to toe.

“Meet who?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave.

“Just someone,” I said with a teasing shrug.

Paige ripped her headset off and turned in her chair fully, her knee bouncing like she was preparing for battle.

Azzi’s voice crackled through her headset. “Paige? Hello? Are you leaving us mid-game?”

Paige ignored her. Instead, she folded her arms and stared at me like she was trying to read my mind. “Why do you smell like that?”

“Like what?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what,” she shot back, standing up. “That’s the perfume. The one you wear when you wanna drive me crazy.”

I bit my lip, barely containing my laughter. “Oh, is it? I just thought it smelled nice.”

“Nah, don’t play with me.” Paige stepped closer, her blue eyes locked onto mine. “Who are you meeting?”

“Just a friend,” I said nonchalantly.

“A friend?” Paige echoed. “And you’re wearing that perfume for a friend?”

At this point, the rest of the team had picked up on the conversation.

“Yo, what’s going on?” KK’s voice came through the headset.

“Y/N’s testing my patience, that’s what,” Paige muttered.

Jana chuckled. “Ohhh, she’s playing with fire.”

Ice, ever the instigator, chimed in. “Nah, Paige, you better handle that.”

Paige shot a glare at the headset before turning her full attention back to me. “Tell me who you’re meeting,” she demanded.

I tilted my head, still playing along. “Babe, why are you so pressed?”

“Because you smell like that and you look like that and you’re talking about meeting someone,” she said, pointing at me. “That math ain’t mathing, ma.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. “Are you jealous?”

Paige scoffed. “Jealous? No. I just—” She ran a hand through her hair, looking flustered. “I just need to know whose funeral I’m about to plan if they try something with you.”

That was it. I burst out laughing.

Paige’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, so this is funny to you?”

“A little,” I admitted, still giggling. “It’s a prank, baby.”

Paige blinked. “A what?”

I grabbed my phone from the bookshelf and showed her the recording. “A prank. The ‘I’m about to go meet someone while wearing Brazilian perfume’ TikTok trend.”

She watched the video play back, her jaw tightening. Then, before I could react, she snatched me up, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me flush against her.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” Paige murmured, her lips brushing against my ear.

“A little,” I whispered, my heart hammering.

She exhaled, her grip tightening. “You know what’s not funny? How good you smell right now. And how you got me all worked up for nothing.”

“You’ll be okay,” I teased. “You were so mad—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Paige lifted me effortlessly and threw me onto the bed. I let out a yelp as she hovered over me, her hands caging me in.

"You're gonna pay for that little prank, ma," Paige murmured, her voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers dancing down my spine. Her lips trailed down my neck, leaving a searing heat in their wake. I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching up to grip her shoulders.

"Paige—" I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

"You wanna play games? Bet. Now you gotta deal with the consequences." Her words were a promise, a delicious threat that made my pulse quicken. My phone was still recording, capturing every breath, every moan, every stolen kiss. I knew the video was going to be hilarious, a perfect snapshot of Paige's possessive jealousy. But right now, in this moment, Paige had all of my attention.

And if the way her lips were currently exploring the sensitive curve of my neck was any indication, I was definitely about to regret pranking her. Or maybe… maybe I'd do it again just to see her like this, her eyes burning with a possessive fire that only I could ignite.

Her teeth nipped at my skin, sending a jolt of pure electricity through my body. I arched my back, offering her more access, my fingers digging into the muscles of her shoulders. She chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated against my skin.

"You like that, huh?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "You like being at my mercy?"

I didn't answer, couldn't answer. My mind was a blur of sensation, my body humming with anticipation. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me crave her touch.

Her hands left my shoulders, sliding down my body to cup my breasts through my shirt. She squeezed gently, her thumbs teasing my nipples, and I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows.

"Tell me you like it," she demanded, her voice rough.

"I like it," I gasped, the words tumbling out of my mouth. "I like it a lot."

She smirked, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Good. Because this is just the beginning."

With a swift movement, she unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers nimble and sure. The cool air hit my skin, making my nipples harden instantly. She leaned down, her lips closing over one of them, sucking hard. I cried out, my body arching against her.

She continued to lavish attention on my breasts, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. She licked, sucked, and teased, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I was a tangled mess of limbs and moans, completely at her mercy.

Finally, she pulled away, her eyes locking with mine. "Are you ready for me, baby?" she asked, her voice laced with a wicked promise.

I nodded, unable to speak, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

She reached down and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my underwear. I lay naked before her, vulnerable and exposed, but I didn't feel ashamed. I felt desired, wanted, cherished.

She ran her hand down my stomach, her fingers tracing the curve of my hips. I shivered, anticipating her touch. She reached my core, her fingers gently parting my folds. I gasped as she found my clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Tell me what you want," she whispered, her eyes burning into mine.

"I want you," I moaned, the words barely audible. "I want you inside me."

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Not yet," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You're not ready yet."

She continued to tease me, her fingers working their magic, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I begged her to stop, begged her to let me come, but she just laughed, a low, throaty sound that drove me wild.

"Almost there," she whispered, her fingers dancing over my clit. "Just a little bit more."

I was on the verge of losing control, my body trembling with anticipation. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped.

"Paige!" I cried out, my voice filled with frustration.

She just smiled, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Patience, baby," she said. "You'll get there. But not yet."

She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, stealing my breath. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, desperate for her touch.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally pulled away, her eyes locking with mine. "Now," she said, her voice husky. "Now you're ready."

She slid two fingers inside me, slowly and deliberately. I gasped, my body arching against her touch. She began to move, her fingers stroking and teasing, driving me wild with pleasure.

"That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Let go. Let me take you there."

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, letting her take me to the edge. My body tensed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, finally, I shattered.

A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me, leaving me weak and trembling. I cried out, my body convulsing with each pulse.

Paige continued to stroke me, her fingers working their magic until the last wave of pleasure had subsided. I lay there, breathless and exhausted, my body still tingling with sensation.

After a few minutes, I finally managed to catch my breath. I opened my eyes and looked at Paige, her face flushed with exertion.

"That was..." I began, but I couldn't find the words to describe what I had just experienced.

"Amazing?" she suggested, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Yeah," I agreed, my voice barely a whisper. "Amazing."

I reached out and touched her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.

She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that melted my heart. "You're welcome," she said. "Any time."

I wanted to return the favor, wanted to pleasure her the way she had pleasured me. I reached for her pants, but she stopped me.

"Nope," she said, shaking her head. "Not tonight. Tonight is all about you."

I frowned, disappointed. "But I want to—"

"I know," she said, cutting me off. "But trust me. I'm good. Just let me enjoy watching you."

She leaned back against the headboard, propping herself up with her arms. She watched me with a hungry gaze, her eyes filled with desire.

I blushed, feeling self-conscious under her scrutiny. "What?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"Nothing," she said, her voice soft. "I'm just enjoying the view."

I giggled, feeling my cheeks flush even more. I reached for the blanket, wanting to cover myself, but she stopped me.

"Don't," she said, her voice firm. "I want to see you."

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered the blanket. I lay naked before her, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also strangely empowered.

She continued to watch me, her eyes roaming over my body, lingering on every curve and contour. I squirmed under her gaze, feeling a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What is it?" I asked, curious.

She shook her head, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "It's the group chat," she said. "They're calling us nasty."

I burst out laughing, remembering the TikTok prank and the recording on my phone. "Oops," I said, my voice filled with mirth. "Guess we forgot we were on the game."

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered. "This is so embarrassing."

I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "It's okay," I said. "It's just a little prank. Everyone does it."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Yeah, but not like this," she said. "We're gonna be the laughingstock of the team."

I shrugged, not caring. "So what?" I said. "At least we had fun."

She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Yeah," she said. "We did."

She leaned down and kissed me again, a slow, lingering kiss that sealed our connection. And in that moment, I knew that no matter what anyone else thought, we were perfect for each other

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[cheriladycl01]

Joy Ride - Charles Leclerc x Reader SMUT

Plot: Charles shows you what he can do in the backseat of his Ferrari

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, hand job, p in v, car sex, 18+ Minors DNI

It was the typical date night with your boyfriend Charles, he'd taken you out for a dinner in Monaco after you guys had a little flutter in the Monte Carlo Casino. Now he'd driven you guys out of the province and into France.

The windows were rolled down and the sea breeze was whipping through your hair. Charles couldn't keep his eyes off of you, not just right now but for the whole night you guys had been together. You were in this dress, it must have been new as Charles had never seen you in it and he'd stayed in close contact all night not enjoying the prying eyes from the other men that had been around on the streets.

However, the road and getting you guys safley to the destination he had in mind was his top priority.

But fuck you looked incredible and his grip on the steering wheel was getting tighter and tighter.

"You okay baby?" you ask with a honey dripping from you voice that nearly had Charles head rolling back. You turn to him, looking at his tensed up expression and how rigid he seemed in the car.

"Mhmm" he answers with a tight lipped smile, keeping his eyes forward on the road, only glancing in the rear view mirror a few times just to keep an eye out.

"Are you sure, you seem tense. I didn't want to say anthing earlier but now im just worried" you offer, placing a gentle hand on his thigh that has his whole leg cramping up from tensing it.

"Okay what the hell is wrong?" you ask a little bit of aggravation in your voice.

"Nothing, I said i was fine" he awkwardly laughs, shaking off the growing feeling in his pants.

"No, something is wrong. Tell me!" you beg thinking its something that you've done wrong.

"It's okay, I promise" he says, but you can still hear the grit in your voice.

"No, stop the car right now" you say, looking over at him.

"What?" he asks in shock looking over at you.

"I said stop the car Charles!" you say, some grit in your own voice from annoyance that you felt towards your usually calm and open boyfriend.

He pulls the car up into a safe side layby a gulp as he makes sure its in neutral and turns off the engine. He runs a hand through his hair, shocked at your tone before turning to look at you, only to be met with a sight he'd never seen before. Your arms were crossed and a pout was held tightly on your lips.

"Whats got you upset? Was it something i said?" he asks now more concered for you than anything.

"No, but i know you arent being honest with me about something! What is it? Please just tell me!" you ask turning in your seat, a look of concern flashing across your own face, seeing him now look forward at the road, only a streetlight a couple of yards down the road lighting up the surroundings.

"You've been teasing me all evening and i just want to get home without crashing this car because I'm so distracted by you" he groans his thumb hitting the centre peace of the wheel, close to the horn as his knuckles tighten around the edges of the wheel.

"All night, Charles you should have said" you coo at him as a hand goes to his thigh making him tense and look at your hand that even looked pretty to him. Even your nails that you'd had freshly done with your friends two days ago that he'd not yet felt scrape down his back creating little red lines of lust that he loved feeling.

"Baby, stop! Lets just get home" he groans out his head cocking to the side to look at you.

"So irritable Mr Leclerc" you coo looking across at him before taking your seatbelt off.

You move with the agility of a cat, making your way onto the back seat before twisting over and beckoning him to follow you though. The car, as a sport car, was in fact smaller than others so saddling up in the back was harder than it would in something like a 4x4.

Charles held eye contact with you in the rearview mirror as he took his seatbelt off. He turned to look at you, eyes now blown wide in excitement that he was finally getting what he'd been craving all night.

"So pretty" he sighs as he takes a seat in the back, dragging you to sit on top of his trousers. He toughs with the edging of the dress you were wearing where the slit reached the top of your thigh. His hands slip under, feeling the edge of the lace panties you knew to put on for the events you hoped would happen later that night.

"Can i? Please?" he asks waiting to touch you further.

"You don't have to ask, the answers always going to be yes" you moan as he leans up to kiss across your jaw and down your neck. His fingers slip into your underwear feeling the wetness before slipping in with ease.

Clearly he wasn't the only one who had gotten worked up.

"Do you want me as much as i want you?" he whispers in your ear making you shiver and grasp as his fingers make a scissoring motion that has you rocking your hips against his hand for more friction. The feeling of his trousers rubbing against your thighs as you move back and forth has you leaning into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses across his skin.

"Yes, please Charles" you moan into his skin as he speeds up the movement of his fingers his thumb toying with your clit despite the ache in his wrist from the awkward angle you guys are currently at.

"Come on touch me too, im just as desperate as you" he gasps as your hips rocking forces pressure against him that he needs to let release.

Your hands reach down undoing the button as clasp of his back trousers pulling them and his boxers down just enough to have his cock spring up. Your hand grasps it, starting in a slow and steady motion dragging your thumb over the top having the most whiny moans come from his as you do, his hips thursting up in approval.

"I cant wait any longer please" he moans moving the skirt of your dress behind you. He pulls your underwear to one side holding the base of himself as he eases in. A sigh comes from the pair of you as he bottoms out, holding you against his for a second.

"Been waiting on this all night" he sighs breathing heavily agaisnt your neck as he feels you start to move up and down. He thrusts up meeting yours in the perfect tandem, loving hearing the moans and breathy gasps that were coming from you. Your hand grabs his chin forcing him to look at you.

"Why didn't you say anything" you scoff out a laugh a little bit.

"Didn't wanna rush or ruin the - the night" he moans as he feels you tighten around him.

"You've not ruined the night at all" you moan as you clentch around him. The feeling has him thrusting up into you, getting as deep as possible.

"I'm gonna cum baby" he moans as he grips your hips tighter.

"Me too, fuck.." you moan as your eyes close and you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

"Fuck" Charles moans as his eyes close and he relaxes back as you help the both of you ride out your highs.

You slow down and cuddle againt him, listening to him get his breath back.

"We could have waited until we got home" Charles says smiling at you a little.

"Mmmmm but that was fun! We should do it again" you grin at him, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

And with that you guys drove home, both getting in the bathroom for a much needed shower.

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[helenoftroydidnothingwrong]

Ok I'm gonna go through this because, while i think it comes from a good place, some of this is misleading (my qualifications is that I have a bachelors in classics and am currently getting my masters, focusing on making classics more accessible to the general public). I want to be so so clear, I am NOT coming for OP, their heart is in the right place obviously, this subject just happens to be what I have devoted my entire life to. If I say something here that is incredibly wrong and you have evidence, PLEASE tell me. Just be nice. Disagreements and wanting to prove someone wrong is the backbone of scholarship. If anyone wants specific sources for what I'm saying, just hit me up.

- this is true, though that doesn't mean that the actual myths will be non-recognizable or anything. The themes you enjoyed from that media will likely still be present. Just remember that Greek mythology was (and still is in some cases) a religion, not a story, and that it was first attested during the bronze age (3300 BCE)

- No myth you know is 100% accurate to Greek mythology, because there is no canon. There is no "original" myth that is the correct one. Ovid did do what he wanted (during the roman republic) with the stories he wrote, but that does not mean none of those elements were present in certain aspects of ancient Greek culture. I could say the same thing about the idea that Perseus killed Medusa.

- It is not a "tumblr invention." This idea is much older than tumblr and also grafts a modern view of morality onto ancient religious figures. Absolutely read the homeric hymn to demeter, as the modern perception of Demeter within the Hades and Persephone story is absolutely sexist. But also consider that there are theories that Persephone (or Kore, to be more specific) went to the underworld and became the queen of the underworld before Hades as a god existed (this is not confirmed; it's a theory, like much of our understanding of Greek mythology). The story has much more depth than "sheltered girl escapes overbearing mother to be with cool bad boy death god" OR "Evil patriarchal god of death kidnaps young girl to be his bride in hell"

- this one's completely right. there's some idea that it is a cognate with a sanskrit word, but there's no definitive evidence

- yeah that's true, but remember that it is often unhelpful to view ancient cultures and stories through a modern moral lens. Not always, but often

- this one too.

- yep. They did often have things that were their "main thing" (Hera and marriage) but also had many aspects that they were worshipped under (Hera Alexandros: Hera protector of heroes). Again, they aren't characters, they are figures in a religion that was practiced for thousands of years.

- Saying Apollo and Artemis' main thing was music and the hunt is misleading. It's true their sun and moon god stuff came in pretty late, but Apollo's connection to prophecy was as strong if not stronger than music, same for Artemis with her patron of young women thing.

- There is some level of difference, but in general yeah. The nuances are pretty small in the grand scheme of things, but also know that Titans didn't just disappear from myths and worship with the olympians showing up. Again, it's a religion, not a novel.

- I mean, yeah? Do people make Hector out to be a villain? Even in Song of Achilles, he wasn't particularly villainous. I might just not have the context for this one

- Wild way to put this, sorry. I once again will hammer home, THERE IS NO GREEK MYTHOLOGY CANON. I don't care what Hesiod says, he is not the be all end all of Ancient Greek religion. There is no Greek Mythology bible. Also the Wikipedia article linked is not entirely accurate when it comes to divorce. It says that divorce was not looked down upon in ancient Greece, which 1. not how ancient Greece worked, it wasn't a single country, it was a bunch of city states linked by common language and culture, with different laws and values. In Medea, she talks about how it was shameful to be divorced because men didn't want a divorced woman. Maybe it was different for men, but yeah. Also, I could find no evidence for a divorce between Hephaestus and Aphrodite. He is said in the Iliad and in the Theogany to be married to Algaia, but the Odyssey says Aphrodite. (this isn't the most reliable source, but it does give line numbers). This could mean about a million things, tbh. It could mean that Aphrodite was syncretized with Algaia, it could mean that an earlier tradition had Algaia as Hephaestus' wife, and Aphrodite was a later one (based on the estimated dates of the Iliad vs Odyssey). It could also mean that there were two different traditions at once. It is near impossible to make a timeline of greek myth that makes sense, but saying that Algaia was Hephaestus' wife after he divorced Aphrodite is misleading at best. Also I know that the google ai thing says that but it is wrong all the time. If you have ancient sources that actually mention a divorce between Hephaestus and Aphrodite, PLEASE send it to me that sounds really interesting.

- sure, that's true. But also do whatever you want. It's more accurate to say asexual, but remember that THEY AREN'T REAL PEOPLE THEY'RE RELIGIOUS FIGURES. Different stories have Artemis falling in love with men and women sometimes. It always ends tragically but it does exist. These aspects were not worshipped everywhere. Do what you want with a modern interpretation, just remember that modern labels for sexuality/gender/etc (and race but we don't have time for that) didn't exist, but can be helpful when looking at ancient figures.

- Ok, yeah, this is what I've been saying. But also "greek and roman versions" imply that they are completely distinct. The end of the Ancient Greece as we think of it overlapped heavily with the beginning of the Roman Republic (and i mean hundreds of years overlap). We can TRY to distinguish older and newer versions but it's not typically helpful. the timeline is long, and the changes are blurred at best, if not completely obscured. If you're interested in seeing how some gods evolved, check out some of Overly Sarcastic Productions vids on youtube. I like the Aphrodite one.

- Sure I guess? So is what you know about Athens, Crete, Corinth, etc. Idk why Sparta is called out here. I guess yeah, don't use 300 as your basis for understanding historical spartan culture?

- I mean yeah, definitely. But also there's a million translations, and everyone is fighting over them all the time. Don't feel bad about choosing an "accessible" or "easy to read" translation. I like the Emily Wilson ones, they sound good and are less sexist in their translation. But also if you're looking at Greek plays (I'm partial to Euripides) watching a production can go a long way to understanding them.

We all go into things with preconceived notions, it's inevitable, but don't let them stop you. Greek mythology and its study are incredibly complex; there are a ton of contradictions, and the experts rarely completely agree with one another. Be open to being wrong, be open to changing your mind, and be open to new evidence being found and wrecking your whole idea of something.

a quick psa to anyone recently getting into greek mythology and is a victim of tumblr and/or tiktok misconceptions:

-there is no shame in being introduced to mytholgy from something like percy jackson, epic the musical or anything like that, but keep in mind that actual myths are going to be VERY different from modern retellings

-the myth of medusa you probably know (her being a victim of poseidon and being cursed by athena) isn't 100% accurate to GREEK mythology (look up ovid)

-there is no version of persephone's abduction in which persephone willingly stays with hades, that's a tumblr invention (look up homeric hymn to demeter)

-as much as i would like it, no, cerberus' name does not mean "spot" (probably a misunderstanding from this wikipedia article)

-zeus isn't the only god who does terrible things to women, your fav male god probably has done the same

-on that note, your fav greek hero has probably done some heinous shit as well

-gods are more complicated than simply being "god of [insert thing]", many titles overlap between gods and some may even change depending on where they were worshipped

-also, apollo and artemis being the gods of the sun and the moon isn't 100% accurate, their main aspects as deities originally were music and the hunt

-titans and gods aren't two wholly different concepts, titan is just the word used to decribe the generation of gods before the olympians

-hector isn't the villain some people make him out to be

-hephaestus WAS married to aphrodite. they divorced. yes, divorce was a thing in ancient greece. hephaestus' wife is aglaia

-ancient greek society didn't have the same concepts of sexuality that we have now, it's incorrect to describe virgin goddesses like artemis and athena as lesbians, BUT it's also not wholly accurate to describe them as aromantic/asexual, it's more complex than that

-you can never fully understand certain myths if you don't understand the societal context in which they were told

-myths have lots and lots of retellings, there isn't one singular "canon", but we can try to distinguish between older and newer versions and bewteen greek and roman versions

-most of what you know about sparta is probably incorrect

-reading/waching retellings is not a substitute to reading the original myths, read the iliad! read the odyssey! i know they may seem intimidating, but they're much more entertaining than you may think

greek mythology is so complex and interesting, don't go into it with preconcieved notions! try to be open to learn!

[muqingslover]

[ is that angst I smell? The menu for tonight offers the LADS boys and how they are post-breakup with you! yum! the reason for the break-up is open bc it's besides the point. Also, how do we feel about this layout? ]

Rafayel

Now playing: The cut that always bleeds by Conan Gray

Part of him had always expected this to happen. The ugly and resentful side of his heart that never believed in the so called "love" you held for him after the horrible things he went through and in the end he was proven right.

How many more reincarnations would he have to live through until you finally learned to love him? Or maybe this was his punishment for sacrificing the lives of his own people for someone who won't even look his way.

Personally, I don't think he's a weak, whiny baby most people describe him as. I firmly believe Rafayel can be resentful and angry, he just keeps it hidden so you won't see it. This time however? Oh you're seeing all the sides of him.

He wouldn't ever hurt you, absolutely not, but he will raise his voice when he questions why you were doing this to him, why were you forsaking him again, when he's given you everything he possibly could.

"Why is it never enough for you?! Why is it so damn hard for me to be enough for you?! Answer me!" The tears streaming down his face are something he doesn't even realize until his eyes begin to sting. How many centuries has it been since he had last cried?

For months he'd stay locked inside his studio and no one is allowed to visit, not even his aunt is able to help. The paintings he had of you were all ruined but Rafayel still found himself sketching your face like clockwork each time he stood in front of an empty canvas.

He feels angry, betrayed and he's just so, so hurt. I believe that depending on the reason behind the breakup it could very well be his last straw and will lead to him returning to the sea for good.

One day he's just gone without a trace and he's never coming back.

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Xavier

Now playing: The loneliest by Måneskin

He can't believe this is happening. Like, you choosing to break up with him was never even an option in his mind. Xavier would immediately assume it was his fault and beg for you to let him try and fix whatever went wrong.

His entire world shatters when you walk out the door and somehow it hurts so much more than when he held you in his arms as life left your body.

For months he would take part of the same missions you did, visit the same spaces, take the same train and do anything he could to be apart of your life. The silence between the two of you is suffocating but, surprisingly, Xavier is the one who makes the effort to make conversation about even the simplest of things.

His emotional state would completely drain him. He is so exhausted but he can't sleep at all. Not when he knows you chose to not be by his side.

Nevertheless, Xavier would keep trying, trying and trying and then some more. He brings you things he tried to cook in hope it'll make you smile the same way it did before only to end up throwing it away in a bin after you declined it.

Eventually his exhaustion would catch up to him and lead to a fatal mistake while out in a mission. He is stubborn, but there is only so much he can do when his own body is running into the ground.

"Can you see the sky from where you are?" He would ask during a call you received in the middle of the night in which, unknown to you, would be the last time you ever heard his voice. To Xavier however, he was relived he was able to hear your voice while under the same sky one last time.

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Zayne

Now playing: Promise by Laufey

The breakup itself is so quiet and calm. The two of you discussed things and he accepted it. Zayne would always, always, respect your choices. If being by his side was not something you wanted then he will let you go without any claw marks.

It was too awkward to be around each other so what follows are weeks of radio silence. He throws himself into his work, but he can't find the focus to properly do his job. His mind always go back to you— Were you okay? Were you thinking of him at all? Were you eating and sleeping well? Who was by your side now?

He breaks the no contact rule first to check on you and although he isn't sure if what he feels is genuine relief when he sees you doing well at least that's...closure. You're happy and healthy, even without him, and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Zayne feels as if everything around him turned dull and grey. His heart frozen in time after you left and he is nothing more than a husk that functions on autopilot until his body breaks down.

He feels cold regardless of the temperature now that you're not here and he believes it is what it is. He tried, he truly did his absolute best, but he can't take away from your happiness.

The two of you will return to being friends after a while and he will continue to support and care for you like he always did. To you, the moments you shared will soon be forgotten while Zayne he will forever remain frozen in those warm memories.

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Sylus

Now playing: The Moon will sing by The Crave Wives

His hands gently cradle your face as he asks you to please talk to him because there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Except sometimes there are are things he simply can't do and that's something he would be forced to accept.

Sylus would ask to keep contact even if it's just for the sake of business and uses any and every excuse to see you or hear your voice. If he can't be wanted then he will be needed and if he can't be needed then he is okay with being used as long as it's by your hands.

In truth, he wouldn't ever give you up regardless if you fell for someone else or years pass. He will be frustrated and hurt at times, but he can be patient. He will wait until it's his turn to be deserving of your heart again.

Though that does not mean he will do absolutely nothing. Sylus would tell you every day that he still loves you and it doesn't matter what you say because he won't ever feel disencouraged.

"I'm not expecting anything or pressuring you. I'm only reminding you that my love for you won't change even if you're not by my side." His voice is like a gentle coo as his hand comes to pat your head, playfully ruffling your hair so you would drop the serious expression on your pretty face.

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Caleb

Now playing: In my room by Julia Wolf

The biggest CRASH out.

First, he knows you want to break up before you even gather up the courage to bring it up and he finds a way to stop you from saying it every. single. time.

"Caleb I think—" "Oh! I completely forgot! I got these tickets to the show you wanted to go! C'mon, c'mon! We'll be late!"

He is in strong denial after you finally manage to say it. He'd claim you're just confused about things and that it'll pass as long as you give it some time because you don't truly mean it. You need him, how could you ever think otherwise?

He will keep calling and texting you non-stop— He begs you to talk to him and rethink your choice. You're obviously making a mistake so please stop this already.

It would take a lot to make him stop. Unless you had an ironclad reason to not come back to him then he would keep going. When he does stop though? Oof.

Caleb could only endure the torture and damage done to him mentally and physically all those years because you were his anchor. His entire life is centered around you and now that you're gone he'd lose all of his motivation.

The last time you hear from him is through the news you'd receive about the colonel who took his own life.

"Please keep me close to your heart." Your eyes read the words on the letter while your other hand clutched the necklace he left for you. Would you grant him this one last, selfish wish of his?

[littelovelunette]

Ok PLEASE hear me out but Sevika x reader where Sevika does something really fucked up but she doesn't realize how bad it was and thinks reader is just ignoring her because she's being dramatic and bcs they're both stubborn they don't talk for weeks until Sevika is sick of it and rants to Ran probably and she tells sev like "dude.. you fucked up bad bro" and since Sevika is just so desperate for r's attention she does the most dramatic apology every with flowers, all of r's fav stuff, probably even a hose Ran insisted on holding to make it look like she's in the rain (r notices and says hi to Ran) but um yk if you'd like ofc

Messy But She Tries

Contains angst

Toxic!Sevika x Fem!Reader

The night Sevika betrayed you was the night she proved she didn’t trust you.

It had started with an accusation—one she hadn’t even given you the dignity of hearing first.

Instead, you had walked into The Last Drop to find her sitting at a corner table, drink in hand, watching you like a predator waiting for you to step into the trap.

Her grey eyes had that cold, assessing gleam, the one she used when she was deciding whether or not to throw a punch.

“You got something you want to tell me?” she asked, low and even, but something in her tone made the hair on your arms rise.

“What?” you frowned, stepping closer.

She exhaled, shaking her head like she was disappointed.

“Word is, you’ve been talking to the wrong people. Piltover types. Enforcers.”

You froze. “What?”

Sevika leaned forward, flexing the fingers of her mechanical arm. “Funny, right? ‘Cause I could’ve sworn you weren’t that fucking stupid. But here we are.”

Your stomach turned. “You think I’d—”

“I think you’re gonna tell me the truth before I have to make you.”

And that was the moment. The moment you realized she had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t looking for clarity. She had set a test, and in her mind, you had already failed.

It didn’t matter that you had never even looked at an Enforcer, let alone spoken to one. It didn’t matter that you had stayed at her side, through every close call, every late night, every fucking wound you’d patched up after her fights.

None of it mattered.

“Wow,” you laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was hollow. Bitter. “So this is what you think of me?”

Sevika didn’t flinch. “I think I need to be careful about who I trust.”

You clenched your jaw. You could see it in her face—the way she was already shutting down, closing herself off like this was just another job.

Another problem she had to eliminate.

“Then don’t,” you said, your voice quiet. “If you think so little of me, don’t trust me. But just so you know, you can take all those allegations of me, stick them up where the sun don't shine. I am done.”

For a second, just a second, you thought she might say something else. That she might take it back. But instead, she picked up her drink and took another slow sip, watching you over the rim.

Cold. Detached. Like she didn’t care.

Like you didn’t matter.

You walked out.

And she let you.

The first few days were the worst.

You kept expecting her to show up. To stop by your place, lean in the doorway with that cocky smirk, and say something half-assed that wasn’t quite an apology but was close enough to mean she wanted things to be okay.

But she never came.

You used to complain about how she smelled like cigar smoke and metal, how her body heat was too much sometimes—but now?

Now the bed felt too big. Too empty.

And she?

She was fine.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered under her breath, slamming her glass onto the bar.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” Ran drawled from her spot beside her. She leaned back, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Let me guess. This have anything to do with that poor girl you ran off a few weeks ago?”

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose. “Not talking about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Ran took a slow sip of her drink. “Funny, ‘cause you sure as hell won’t shut up about not talking about it.”

Sevika shot her a glare, but Ran just grinned.

"Look, I'm sick of ignoring her," Sevika finally admitted, rolling her drink between her fingers. “But I’m not crawling back, either.”

Ran snorted. “Dumbass, that’s exactly what you need to do.”

Sevika scowled.

“You accused her of snitching,” Ran reminded her, as if she needed the fucking recap.

“Your GIRLFRIEND! The one who’s had your back since day one. And then, instead of fixing it, you let her walk away. So yeah, sweetheart, if you want her back, you ARE crawling. And you’re gonna do it big.”

Sevika groaned, rubbing her face. “I don’t do ‘big gestures.’”

Ran leaned in, smirking. “Then I guess you won't get her back.”

“…What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Ran grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

When you heard the doorbell ring, you hadn't expected to see Sevika standing on the other side of the door. But you didn't open the door. Instead, you asked from the other side.

“What do you want?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“Open the door,” Sevika said, voice calculated and calm.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you hissed venomously.

“Not unless you hear me out,” Sevika said, her voice now had an undertone of plea, you could hear that she was genuine so you reluctantly opened the door.

You froze when you saw Sevika holding a fat bouquet of your favourite flowers, they looked so fresh and almost heavenly.

“I'm sorry?” Sevika held up the bouquet alongside a huge box of your favourite chocolates, a few shopping bags were dangling from her wrist.

The biggest grin broke on your lips, you giggled, “This is all for me?”

“Mhm,” Sevika gave you the bouquet which you took a whiff of.

“Fresh,” you smiled up at her, “Thank you,” you said shyly before you frowned a little seeing the sprinkles of water as if it was raining.

You squinted over Sevika's shoulder seeing Ran standing in a distance, she was holding a hose of water towards the sky. Ran waved.

You laughed softly, waving back.

“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” Sevika grumbled.

“Of course,” you hugged her which she gladly returned.

[lilghostiequinni]

Becoming

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Pregnant!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Pregnancy

Summary: Little tellings for your pregnancy before and after Lando's envolvement

Requested: NO / yes

When you got pregnant, you expected it to be with someone you loved and someone who loved you genuinely and wholeheartedly.

Also, you expected it to be further in the future because you hadn't found that person yet.

But instead of doing that, you got pregnant from a one-night stand turned not-so-friends with benefits.

When you found out, you cut all contact with Lando, saying you wanted to start moving on with your life and to find someone to build your future with.

Lando, at first, didn't take this information kindly, he wanted to deny that you didn't want him anymore, to deny that he wasn't enough for you.

In truth, he was more than enough for you, you just didn't know if he wanted the same thing.

If he wanted you the same way you wanted him.

You even left Monaco, only coming back to the country when you knew he would be gone, and it didn't help that Kelly was one of your best friends.

It was hard not to tell her who the father of your baby was while also making sure she didn't tell Max, who you were sure would also tell Lando, about your pregnancy.

You knew it was wrong to keep his child from him, but you didn't want to, you couldn't, face the rejection that you were awaited if you told the McLaren driver the truth.

When you found out when that stick showed two lines after minutes of waiting, you were riddled with anxiety of the impendingness of being a mother when you had very little to do with your own.

Your birth mother gave you up for adoption, then wanted you back because she was dying.

Your father married someone else, well he was married to someone else, and she was more your mother and your birth mother.

But in those moments after finding out about the baby, the moments of contemplating your entire existence and whether you wanted to be a mother or not, you thought of someone hurting the little life growing in you, and you just knew that you never wanted someone to hurt the little thing.

You held tears in your eyes as you called your ex-step-mom, asking her for help.

You didn't want to be like your birth mother, and your ex-step-mother told you that you were different.

You were better because just worrying about what you could be was a good sign in a different direction from your mother.

When you learned that you were having twins rather than a singleton, you wanted nothing more than to tell Lando because he needed to be there, but something held you back.

You held off on trying to contact him to tell him for a little longer, that's what you did every time the thought crossed your mind, "hold off just a little longer, it isn't the right time to tell him," "he's too busy to worry about me."

Thoughts like that ran through your head every single time you thought of telling Lando.

When the babies first learned to kick, you were brought to tears about not having Lando there to feel it too, to be there for all the firsts that you knew you wouldn't want to miss.

So, you told Kelly that it was fine to tell Max, that you were finally going to tell Lando, even if he didn't believe you, he deserved to know.

And you did, you told Lando, but he said he needed time to think about it because you lost the trust from him.

You understood, but it still broke your heart.

You gave him the space that he asked of you, letting him come to you on his own time.

He heard from Max that you were pregnant just a week later, telling Lando all that Kelly had told him just a few days before.

It was just days after that that Lando called you and asked to meet up, and you did.

When the two of you talked, you felt the twins kicking and you didn't want to interrupt what Lando was telling you, but Lando knew you too well.

He knew that something was happening in the way you tried so hard to keep the pain, happiness, and uncomfort from your face, but he knew you too well to be able to hide what you were feeling from him.

You just shook your head when he questioned you about it, saying it was nothing.

But about 5 minutes later, you caved and told him how the babies were kicking every time that he spoke, they would kick.

He asked if he could feel, and you told him yes.

He came and sat next to you and felt every kick, which the two started to kick more when he put his hand on your stomach.

This is the point when the word babies caught up with him.

He asked about it, and you told him it was twins, not just one baby.

He was the key to your happiness, and his forgiveness is what you would work for for the rest of your life if you had to.

Lando asked about your next appointment, which you said was after this little get-together to talk about your pregnancy with him.

He asked if he could come, and you said it was also his babies, so of course, you didn't want to keep them from him anymore.

The two of you went to your appointment, and you told the technician that you wanted to know the gender if Lando wanted to know.

When the doctor was looking at the ultrasound machine, she put on the sound to hear the heartbeats.

You looked at Lando and saw he had tears in his eyes and was happy, looking at your stomach, not the scan.

He looked at you and kissed your forehead, saying it was going to be alright, that he wouldn't leave, that he loved you.

You told him that you would like to go slow to earn the trust that you lost back.

A/N: A personal poll from last week (From the Summer)

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[ttjisung]

perv! dreamies x jisung’s gf! reader drabble

thinking about being jisung’s new girlfriend and meeting his weird friends :3

cw: honestly just unhinged behavior from them all… getting caught during sex (they overhear but you don’t know), mentioned cum eating and bjs, masturbation (m), almost a reverse harem but you’re loyal to ji (wc: 1.1k)

♥︎ honestly, the dreamies swore they could care less when jisung announced he had a new girlfriend. sure, they hyped him up a bit considering it was his first relationship, but they never spent more than a minute thinking about it, until they finally met you. stepping into his apartment and hugging him quickly before shyly waving and introducing yourself to the rest of the members. you were so cute, so endearing, but also so hot parading in your small outfit. how the hell did jisung do that? 

♥︎ haechan swore under his breath when you turned around to look at jisung nervously, the tiny skirt you were wearing barely covering anything, almost bare for all of them to see. later that night, he was up talking to mark, both agreeing that you were dressed a bit slutty, not that they were complaining. you must know how to get around then, right? they couldn’t be more wrong. you were worse than jisung, stuttering and turning red in panic any time haechan would approach you and try to talk to you. he truly didn’t mean anything bad later on when he’d text mark and they’d spend longer than they’d like to admit talking about how easy it’d be to corrupt you. you weren’t meant for jisung, your personality too shy like his. in haechan’s opinion, you needed someone like him to dominate you, make you feel so good. that’s what he tell himself as he stares at you with lust in his eyes every time you walk past him.

♥︎ mark wasn’t as obvious as haechan, treating you like a gentleman and holding small, kind conversations with you when jisung was busy getting ready for your date. you arrived early to their shared apartment, and wouldn’t it be so rude for mark to leave you all alone? for all he knows, jisung could take an extra half an hour simply trying on new shirts to impress you. you’d be sitting on the couch awkwardly for too long, and mark didn’t think that was an appropriate way to treat guests. is it more appropriate for him to sit a little bit too close to you, thighs touching as he rants about another track he’s working on? probably not, but you don’t even notice the way his knuckles are turning white from gripping the couch, wishing it was you he could be touching.

♥︎ jeno was gentle with you, always smiling in your direction and letting you rant to him about jisung as if he was your best friend, not your boyfriend’s. you honestly didn’t see him much though, considering he was also busy at the gym or working at the small cafe down the street. he always made sure to bring you special treats, insisting they were leftovers and it was no problem when you’d get nervous about his awfully kind offer. you’d never even notice the way he’d bite his lip when you’d lick the white frosting off another cupcake. it was just a strange coincidence that every leftover pastry resembled the white shots of cum that would lay on his stomach after another night of jerking off to you. he knows you’d be shy, taking your time and licking him up and down, or at least he thinks so as he strokes himself again and again.

♥︎ jaemin was like a more overbearing version of haechan, if possible. using the excuse that his personality’s always been flirty, he doesn’t even bother hiding his touches and suggestive words, sometimes even grabbing your waist tightly while you reach over to grab a cup from the cupboard. confusing his hands for jisung’s, because who else would be holding you like that, you blush and laugh a little bit, fueling him to press against you. it isn’t until you realize it’s him that you pout and step away, ignoring the cup you were trying to get, eyes never leaving the ground when you rush to find your boyfriend. you almost miss the way he smirks and follows after you, sitting down next to jisung when you both arrive at the living room, as if nothing happened. 

♥︎ chenle’s loud, bold but in a different way. his strategy is more focused on embarrassing you. leave it to him to mock the moans he overheard the night before coming from jisung’s room, imitating your noises in front of the whole group before laughing loudly. it’s to a point where you only initiate intimate moments with your boyfriend at your apartment, out of fear that chenle will be listening and getting ready to bring it up at the worst times ever again. what you don’t understand is how he even knows what you do with jisung, considering his room is the furthest from his, and you always try your best to muffle both your moans. the idea of chenle leaning against jisung’s closed door, palming himself through his shorts, ear pressed closely, praying he’ll witness one of your cute whimpers again to finish himself off, never ever crosses your mind, because that would be insane…

♥︎ like jeno, renjun is quiet, observing you almost every time you come over. he’s not mean per se, at least not like chenle who asks you the most vulgar questions about your sex life, no, renjun’s more curious. when you spend the night, and you’re in the kitchen the morning after preparing some tea, he’ll be there, staring at you and not saying anything. at first you found it unnerving, yet jisung insisted that he was just like that, and it was normal. your boyfriend’s words did little to ease the harsh glare of renjun’s eyes on your collarbone and neck, almost searching for any blemish, any proof that you’re not as innocent as you claim to be. when he finds out he’s right, staring at the reddish purple bruise laying under your ear, he’s quick to pour out what’s left of the drink in his mug, stepping away and off to his room, right next to jisung’s. what you don’t know is that renjun was already aware, rearranging his room for his bed to be next to the wall separating you both, just to hear you late at night. 

♥︎ neither you or jisung are aware of the groupchat the six share, long rants with detailed descriptions of their interactions with you, what they hear overnight, what they see when you both think you’re home alone, not bothering to close the door fully before getting on your knees for jisung. he’s innocent in the matter, at least that’s what you think. little do you know, he’s in on it, covering his face with his large hand to conceal the proud grin as he notices everyone checking you out. knowing he’s the only one who’s tasted you, felt you, and that’s how it’ll always be. if it’s enough to satisfy his friends, they can keep their little chats, at least he’s the only one that gets you at the end of the night. maybe when he fucks you extra rough at night, he’ll finally prove to his friends that he might be the youngest, but definitely not the most innocent!

a/n: a little sorry gift because i always say i'm coming back and then end up ghosting this app... why am i giving evil ex :/ my promises mean nothing atp but i swear i'm trying to update the most i can soon. forgive me queens >_<

[bywons]

YOU GET ME SO HIGH 𖥔 LHS

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬──── 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁

❪ 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝓉𝖨𝖬𝖤 ❫ ⋆ 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖻𝗌𝖿!𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 𝟏𝟐𝟔𝟏 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ─────𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 愛

스루 ܃ happy @flwrstqr day ! i hope you will like this little gift of mine :3 i love you so much, munchkin ~ enjoy your day well 💌

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ꣑꣒ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

“my brother is right across the room,” you sigh, hoping your glare towards heeseung will be effective and he will shut up.

instead, he draws even closer to you, his voice is a hushed whisper, thick with amusement, curling around you like smoke. the heat of his breath lingers against your skin, a phantom touch that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

you look up to see heeseung smiling at you, not one of those genuine smiles which he would offer at times of comfort and entertainment— but today it felt more enticing and teasing.

you are not sure what lee heeseung is plotting in his mind when you register his feather-like touch, advancing from your waist. but as soon as you hope it’s nothing too scandalous, he pulls you in by a minimal but effective force, causing you to crash against his chest.

“heeseung!” you grit your teeth, hands forming into fists against his chest and shoulders, his satin short at your touch, “my brother—”

his hand tightens just slightly at your waist, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of your dress. his grip isn't forceful, but it's firm enough to remind you that he’s in control of this moment, of your breath catching in your throat, of the way your pulse stutters beneath his fingertips.

“your brother,” heeseung murmurs, voice laced with mock innocence, “isn’t looking.

to assure yourself, you slowly glance around the room. jay is indeed busy with his friends, completely unaware of the fact that his best friend and younger sister are sharing a rather dislikeable proximity— something which jay definitely wouldn’t like.

“but this isn’t alright,” you hiss, although your voice lack the sharpness you intend, “you shouldn’t be so—”

heeseung leans dangerously close, cutting you short of your sentence as he presses his lips on yours. “be so what?” he smirks, slowly closing the necessary minimal distance between the two of you, “bold? smug? disturbing?”

“all of it,” your cheeks burn, the heat creeping down your neck as you attempt to push him away—only for heeseung to tighten his grip just enough to keep you where he wants.

“all of it?” heeseung tilts his head. a hushed giggle escapes from him as his hands move to your forearms, holding you as if you’re porcelain, “but you like it, don’t you?”

your mind races. you shouldn’t really be doing this, kissing your brother’s best friend, enjoying his masculine, warm embrace.

but you’ve done it before, behind your brother’s back again. lee heeseung has been your romantic rendezvous point before, where he'd teach you how to kiss in exchange for your heart.

and although it feels wrong to want to date your brother’s best friend, you can’t help but fall for his pampering and flirty nature towards you.

your heart is unpredictable, and you know that.

you want to argue, want to tell him he’s wrong, but then his lips are on yours again, this time firmer, more certain. the heat of his body seeps into yours, his hands at your waist tightening just enough to make you dizzy. he moves slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second, every soft gasp that escapes you.

your heart slams against your ribs, a frantic, unsteady rhythm that only seems to encourage him. heeseung kisses you once, twice—each time slower, deeper, pulling you under with him. his fingers trace lazy patterns against your back, keeping you close, as if he has no intention of letting you go.

“this is wrong,” you breathe, out of breathe, as you pull back from the kiss, “if jay finds out—”

“you never stopped me though,” his tone is firm, eyes steady on you, “besides, i think it’s about time we let jay know.”

you don’t really like the thought, knowing jay is very protective of you, he’d never let his close friend circle ignite romance with you. but it’s too late for that.

heeseung now pulls away his embrace, yet standing so close to you.

“what? you love someone else?” he pushes a barely noticeable pout, one hand cupping your cheeks.

you get the scenario quick.

“you think sunghoon is a better match for me?” you test the waters.

“no,” his jaws tighten, quickly straightening his position he draws closer to you again, “only i am meant for you.”

his words send a ripple down your spine, a quiet, unshakable certainty that settles deep in your chest. only heeseung.

his fingers press into your waist again, this time not to tease, not to provoke, but to claim. his eyes darken, no longer holding that playful glint—this time, it’s possession, raw and undiluted.

“you’re mine,” heeseung murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the air like a vow.

your breath catches. your hands, still pressed against his chest, twitch slightly, as if your body is betraying you, as if some part of you wants to pull him closer instead of pushing him away.

“heeseung, we can’t—”

he cuts you off with another kiss, this one more desperate, more demanding. it’s different from the stolen kisses you’ve shared before, different from the soft, secret rendezvous that left you breathless and guilty all at once. this kiss feels like a breaking point.

you melt into it before you can stop yourself, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. heeseung exhales through his nose, satisfied, before tilting his head and kissing you deeper. your back arches slightly as he pulls you closer, leaving no space between you, no room for hesitation.

but then—

“what the hell is this?”

your body goes rigid.

the voice is unmistakable.

jay.

heeseung is the first to pull away, slow and unbothered, like he expected this all along. his grip on you doesn’t loosen, though, as if he’s making a point.

you, on the other hand, feel your stomach drop, your heart slam against your ribs in sheer panic. your brother stands just a few feet away, his expression unreadable—his jaw locked, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides.

“jay,” you breathe, stepping back, but heeseung doesn’t let you go far.

jay’s eyes flicker between the two of you, realization dawning, anger settling into his features. “seriously?” he hisses.

heeseung finally releases you, but instead of backing down, he straightens, shoulders squared, chin lifted. “we were gonna tell you,” he says smoothly, as if he didn’t just get caught making out with your brother’s little sister.

jay lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “tell me what, exactly? that you’re messing around with my sister behind my back?”

“no,” heeseung’s tone hardens. “that i love her.”

the room falls into silence. your breath stutters.

jay looks at heeseung, then at you. disbelief clouds his features, followed by something else—something unreadable.

“you love her?” he scoffs.

heeseung doesn’t hesitate. “i do.”

your chest tightens. your fingers tremble slightly at your sides. you’ve always known heeseung was reckless, always known he never backed down from a fight, but this? this is different.

jay clenches his jaw, looking at you now. “and you? do you love him?”

your lips part, but no words come out. you don’t know how to answer that.

heeseung, ever so patient, ever so sure, simply waits. his hand brushes against yours, barely there, but you feel it like a promise.

and you realize, with your brother’s furious gaze on you, with the weight of the moment pressing into your chest—

your heart is unpredictable. but right now, it’s screaming one thing.

only heeseung.

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[inkskinned]

okay i almost never address the very small amount of internet fame i have. and sometimes yes it sucks. people often repost my work, or clip it out of context, or flat-out steal it. but like it can be very funny. once a follower dm'd me to say a guy on hinge was pretending to be "inkskinned", and actually had even started his own insta. when she said "i've followed her for years i don't think you're her", he said - actually r.i.d is like seven people, we just made those initials up. (rude). when i found his insta and messaged him, he begged me to just lie and say he was r.i.d because "it's hard for men to date."

once someone said she should be allowed to plagiarize my work because she was a body-positive influencer and that if i "made a big deal" about this and "got her cancelled", i would be doing damage to my own community and i was never "actually" an ally.

i bear these things with the aura of a martyr, the way my catholic father raised me to. i message privately. i handle things quietly and quickly. i do not complain because i am very, very, very, very blessed and i know that. mercy and gentleness literally pour out of me every morning when i wake up, and then i have to mop the floors for how very Good i am.

however today is the first time i have ever had a very specific problem that neither requires me to correct this person nor throw them to the dogs but is somehow worse than years of hatemail, reddit thread death threats, and pinterest reposts:

someone quoted me and just got it, like, a little wrong.