#omg i want his hair and lips and eyes and literally everything about him

[cbeargyu]

Are reqs open for nct dream too?

Can i please request mean dom! Haechan with a reader that literally worships him and goes into subspace the moment he is near her. Everything from his tan skin to his honey smooth voice to his absolute teasing condescending sweet personality where he just bullys her and she just worships him. He just plays with her.

my little toy

summary: you were the quiet girl he used to bully for fun. now you're the girl who'd do anything just to hear him laugh. worshiping him was easy—falling into subspace just from his voice. but haechan plays dirty, and you're starting to think maybe he likes being worshipped a little too much.

pairing: mean dom!haechan x fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, toxic dynamics, possessive!haechan, slight psychological obsession, dark romance.

warnings: mean dom!haechan, sub!reader, thigh riding, rough handling (hair pulling, slapping, tit slapping/squeezing), subspace, non-protected sex, emotional manipulation, obsession, degradation, light praise, public tension, possessiveness, manipulation, power imbalance, toxic dynamic, minors do not interact (mdni).

wc: 5,4k

notes: omg i've been thinking so much about whether to keep or remove the final scene... but it just felt so mean dom!haechan i couldn’t resist, so yeah, it stayed <3 hope you enjoy it, baby 🖤

it started at the summer festival last year.

the music had been too loud, the air too humid, and the scent of fried food clung to your clothes even hours after you got home. you still remember the warmth of the bench under your thighs, the way your lemonade had begun to taste bitter as the ice melted too fast. you were sitting with jiwon and haeyoon, laughing about something dumb, when it happened.

the truth-or-dare game had been loud, chaotic, and impossible to ignore even from across the courtyard. haechan and his friends were all too much—too loud, too confident, too handsome for their own good.

and haechan... haechan was always the worst of them. he had a sharp mouth and a golden smirk, always throwing remarks your way in the halls. he called you "teacher’s pet" and "love-starved puppy" and once, when you dropped your books, he looked down and said, “on your knees already? desperate little thing.”

but that night… that night changed everything.

you heard jaemin say it. “i dare you to kiss her.” there was a pause, followed by a low chorus of gasps and cackles. “who, her?” you heard haechan laugh. “seriously?”

you looked up, and he was already walking toward you.

your heart had leapt into your throat, panic and heat rising up your spine. jiwon and haeyoon fell completely silent. you didn’t even have time to ask what was happening before his hand curled around your jaw and he kissed you.

right there. in front of everyone. one hand on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like you were something breakable. his lips were warm and soft and tasted faintly of cherry soda. and then he pulled away like it meant absolutely nothing.

to him, it was a joke. a dare. a game.

to you, it was everything.

after that, something inside you changed. twisted. bloomed.

you started looking for him everywhere. you laughed at his teasing, even when it stung. you’d lower your eyes and blush every time he called you names, because it meant he noticed you. you started doing his homework, slipping it onto his desk before class. when group projects came around, you made sure he was in yours, even if you ended up doing all the work.

you printed out his readings, highlighted the important parts. he never asked. he didn’t have to.

you worshipped him—his golden skin, his soft voice, the way he’d grin when he caught you staring. he knew exactly what he was doing. he liked the way you followed him around like a loyal little pet.

and you? you just wanted to be good for him.

you didn’t even flinch when he called you pathetic in front of your friends.

you just laughed, soft and sweet, looking at him like he’d just handed you the sun.

“god, you're actually hopeless,” haechan muttered as he walked past you in the hallway, brushing his shoulder into yours with just enough force to make you stumble.

jiwon gasped under her breath. “are you seriously gonna let him talk to you like that?”

“he’s literally humiliating you every time,” haeyoon added, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

but you only smiled.

“he's just like that,” you murmured, like it made perfect sense. “it's not that serious.”

“y/n, come on,” jiwon said. “you do his homework, you carry his group projects, and he doesn't even thank you.”

“he doesn't have to,” you said too fast. “he didn’t ask me to. i want to. i like helping him.”

your chest felt tight. the frustration in their voices bounced around your skull but refused to stick. they didn’t get it. they didn’t see him like you did.

he kissed you. it wasn’t just a dare—it couldn’t have been. not with the way his lips lingered for half a second longer, the way his hand stayed on your cheek. no one else noticed, but you did. you remembered every detail.

besides… if he didn’t like you, why would he tease you every day? why would he talk to you at all?

the others didn’t matter. only he did.

behind the gym, where the teachers never bothered to check, the usual group gathered—jaemin, chenle, renjun, and haechan, half-shielded by the shadow of the bleachers and the smoke curling from their cigarettes.

“dude,” chenle said, exhaling a stream of smoke, “your little assistant followed you all the way to the music room yesterday.”

“you mean y/n?” jaemin laughed. “she’s like your damn shadow.”

“more like a puppy,” renjun added, grinning. “one of those tiny ones that piss themselves when they’re excited.”

haechan just smirked, leaning back on his elbows, eyes narrowed lazily as he watched the smoke curl above them.

“she does your homework, bro,” chenle said, elbowing haechan. “like, full-on essays. all printed, formatted, ready to turn in.”

“she gave me snacks too,” haechan said casually. “like a little ziplock with cute sticky notes.”

“she’s obsessed with you,” jaemin grinned. “you should see how she looks at you. like you’re god.”

“you are her god,” chenle teased, flicking ash onto the pavement. “you should have some fun with it. test how far she’ll go. tell her you need help studying and see what she does.”

haechan hummed.

“i bet she’d get on her knees if you asked.”

haechan’s smile deepened, eyes glinting with something darker. he flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his shoe.

“maybe i will.”

you didn’t hesitate when he texted you.

haechan [7:34 pm]: bring the notes from last class. haechan [7:35 pm]: we’re studying in the empty room by the music wing. be useful.

your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.

he wanted you. just you. alone.

you spent two hours organizing your notes, highlighting important parts, even printing out extra sheets you thought might help. your fingers trembled as you tucked everything neatly into your folder. you added two of his favorite snacks, then changed your outfit three times before settling on the one you knew he liked—tight, short, just enough to make his eyes linger.

he was already there when you arrived, slouched in a chair, one leg sprawled out, his phone in hand. his gaze flicked to you as you stepped inside.

“took you long enough.”

you bowed your head. “sorry.”

“mm,” he stood, walked toward you slowly, like a predator just for the fun of it. “you brought the shit?”

you held up the folder. “i got everything ready. and i brought snacks—”

his fingers curled under your chin, lifting your face until your eyes met his.

“you’re such a good little thing, huh?”

your legs went weak immediately. the tone in his voice—low, smooth, mocking—sent a wave of heat down your spine. your thighs pressed together without thinking.

“yes,” you breathed, eyes wide, pupils dilating. “i just wanna help you, haechan.”

his smirk widened. “of course you do.”

he plucked the folder from your hands and dropped it onto the desk behind you without even looking at it.

“you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

“anything,” you whispered, already dizzy.

his fingers trailed down to your neck, then your collarbone, then lower—until they caught the edge of your top.

“then be honest,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing your ear. “when you’re alone at night, thinking about me, do you touch yourself?”

you gasped softly, shame and heat burning across your cheeks.

“answer me.”

“y-yes,” you whispered. “all the time…”

he laughed. “you’re fucking sick, baby.”

you whimpered, nodding. “i know…”

his lips brushed against your jaw as his hands slipped under your shirt, palms hot against your skin.

“strip for me.”

you obeyed instantly.

your fingers trembled as you pulled your shirt over your head, baring yourself piece by piece under his heavy gaze. you weren’t sure when you started breathing faster, when the room began to blur at the edges—but the moment his fingers dipped into the waistband of your skirt, you were already floating.

“you’re already wet,” he teased, dragging two fingers between your folds. “fuck, you’re dripping.”

“it's because of you,” you gasped. “i can't help it, it's always because of you.”

“of course it is,” he smirked. “i bet i could ruin you without even touching you.”

and you believed him. you knew he could.

he pulled you onto his lap, his hands controlling every movement, guiding your hips over his thigh.

“grind, baby,” he whispered against your neck. “show me how desperate you are.”

you moaned, grinding down with shaky hips, chasing friction like your life depended on it.

“good girl,” he purred. “such a perfect little toy. mine to play with whenever i want.”

your head fell against his shoulder, tears pricking your lashes as the pleasure built fast and hot.

“please, haechan—”

“no begging yet,” he warned, gripping your hair and tugging your head back to meet his gaze. “i’m not done testing you.”

you didn’t know when you started crying. maybe it was when he said good girl, maybe it was the heat in his voice, the weight of his palm on your lower back as he guided your hips like they were nothing—like you were nothing but his.

your body moved on instinct, rolling against the muscle of his thigh, soaked panties catching on the curve with each desperate grind. your fingers clawed at his shoulders for support, your moans soft and high, too much and not enough all at once.

“look at you,” haechan murmured, voice thick with amusement. “already crying and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

you whimpered, nodding against his neck, body trembling as pleasure started to crest.

“you like being used like this, baby? grinding on my thigh like a little toy? is that what you wanted when you brought me those cute notes?”

“yes—yes, please, i just—” your words dissolved into a moan. “i needed to be good for you.”

he chuckled darkly, hands gripping your hips tighter.

“then be good and come for me like this.”

your body obeyed before your brain could process it.

it hit you in waves—your legs shaking, chest heaving, your cunt pulsing against the soaked fabric of your panties. you choked out a whine, burying your face into his neck, completely undone just from riding his thigh.

“fuck, you’re so easy,” he whispered, dragging his fingers up your spine. “so fucking easy for me.”

you were still shaking when he stood, gripping your ass and lifting you like you weighed nothing. he set you down on the desk, pushing your knees apart and tugging your ruined panties to the side with two fingers.

his eyes darkened at the sight.

“messy little thing,” he muttered, running his thumb through your slick folds. “you want my cock now?”

you nodded frantically. “please—please, i need it, i need you, haechan—”

“say thank you.”

you blinked.

his thumb pressed harder against your clit, not moving, just firm enough to make you ache.

“say thank you for letting me come on my thigh.”

your breath caught in your throat.

“t-thank you,” you whispered. “thank you for letting me, for letting me come, i didn’t deserve it—”

“no, you didn’t,” he said, unbuckling his jeans with one hand. “but i let you anyway. because i own you, right?”

“yes,” you breathed. “i’m yours.”

he smirked. “good.”

you were already soaked, thighs trembling, your panties ruined from grinding yourself dumb on his thigh. your lips were still parted, whispering soft little thank yous under your breath like a prayer—like you were worshiping him.

because you were.

you always had.

“so desperate,” haechan muttered against your cheek, dragging your body forward onto his lap, pressing your cunt right against the bulge in his jeans. “you come on my leg and you thank me like i just gave you a fucking miracle.”

you nodded, breathless, dizzy, completely lost in him. “you did… you always do.”

he laughed.

mean. condescending. perfect.

his hand came up to your cheek, not gentle—just enough to make your head tilt and your eyes flutter half shut as he grabbed your face.

“look at me,” he said, low and rough. “you wanna act like a toy? then don’t fucking blink unless i say you can.”

you tried. you really did. but the moment his fingers tugged at your shirt, yanking it down along with your bra to expose your tits, your head tipped back. your eyes slipped shut, breath catching in your throat as the cold air hit your wet skin.

smack.

his palm hit your cheek fast and sharp—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your body jolt, your eyes snap open.

“i said watch me.”

your lips trembled. your body burned. it only made you more wet.

“i’m sorry—i’m s-sorry, haechan, please—”

he grabbed your hair next, twisting your head to face him, forcing your gaze to stay locked on his dark, unreadable eyes.

“you wanna come again?” he asked, voice too soft now. too dangerous.

you nodded quickly, tears already threatening.

“then you’ll watch every second of it. i want you to see how pathetic you look getting fucked by someone who laughs at you in class.”

your knees buckled.

“yes,” you whimpered. “yes, please, i need it—need to see—need to be good—”

he pulled your top off the rest of the way, then leaned you back just enough to slap your tit with the flat of his hand. not once, but twice, fingers curling after the second hit to squeeze, rough and unforgiving.

you moaned so loudly it echoed through the room.

“you like that,” he said, lips twisting into a grin. “fuck, you’re sick in the head, huh? gettin’ off on this? on me being a dick to you?”

“i like it,” you whispered, too far gone. “i like everything you do—please, i’ll be good—i’ll watch, i swear—”

he laid you back on the desk with one shove of his hand, pulling your ruined panties off completely, baring you to him.

“then keep your fucking eyes open, and watch me ruin you.”

he didn’t prep you.

he didn’t need to.

you were already soaked, twitching, open for him—so he gripped your thighs, pulled your hips to the edge of the desk, and pushed in all at once.

you screamed.

his cock stretched you open so fast, so deep, the pain and pleasure clashed until you couldn’t tell them apart. he didn’t move. just stared down at you, breathing hard, his hands bruising your hips.

“that feel good?” he asked, tilting his head. “you like being filled up like a little cumdump?”

“yes—yes, thank you, i love it, i love you—”

“oh, fuck no,” he groaned, slapping your thigh. “you don’t love me. you worship me.”

you nodded frantically, eyes wet and wide. “i worship you, i do, i’m yours, you own me—”

“say thank you for my cock.”

“thank you,” you cried out. “thank you for your cock, thank you for fucking me, for using me, please don’t stop—”

he started to move.

rough. unforgiving. each thrust slammed into your cunt so hard the desk shook. you held onto the edge, your mouth falling open, eyes still locked on his because you knew better now.

he slapped your tits again, leaned forward to bite your neck, then tugged your hair back until your back arched off the wood and your breasts bounced with every thrust.

“fucking look at yourself,” he whispered. “dumb little thing, so needy. so wet for me. i bet you’d let me do anything.”

“anything,” you sobbed. “please—i can take more—please use me more—”

he laughed again, this time breathless, his rhythm stuttering.

then he pulled out.

you whined, aching and clenching around nothing, already feeling the heat build again between your thighs.

he grabbed you by the hair again, yanked you off the desk, turned you around, and bent you over it instead.

“you better thank me again when i’m done with you,” he said, lining himself up.

and then he slammed back in.

you screamed.

he fucked you like he was angry. like he wanted to break you. his hand wrapped around your throat again, not tight, just enough to make you feel it—his control, his claim.

“i said eyes open, baby.”

you kept them open, even with tears slipping out. even when your vision blurred. even when your orgasm built so fast you almost blacked out.

“cum,” he ordered.

and you did.

violently.

your legs gave out. your cunt clenched around him like a vice. your mouth opened, but no sound came out. just pure pleasure. overwhelming, perfect, his.

he kept going through it.

kept using your body like it was made to be fucked.

“you take me so well,” he breathed, pounding into you. “my perfect little slut. my good fucking girl.”

he came with a groan, buried deep inside you, hips flush to yours, cock twitching.

and still—still—he didn’t let go of your hair.

he leaned in close, lips at your ear.

“you’re gonna thank me every time i ruin you,” he whispered, almost sweet. “every time i use you. every time i remind you that you’re mine.”

you nodded, shaking, broken.

“thank you,” you whispered. “thank you, thank you…”

your body was trembling—limp over the desk, your cunt pulsing around nothing, filled with his cum, your hair sticking to your damp cheeks, your thighs smeared and shaking.

and still he didn’t let go.

his palm dragged slowly over your back, from the nape of your neck to the dip of your waist, sweat and heat still clinging to your skin. he didn’t say a word at first. just breathed. just stared at you like you were the most beautiful fucking mess he’d ever made.

and you were.

he made you like this.

"fuck,” he finally muttered, voice a little breathless, like you’d taken something out of him too. “you’re so fucking ruined. i don’t think you could walk if you tried.”

you whimpered, still too fucked-out to speak. your fingers twitched against the edge of the desk, weak and helpless.

he smirked, and even though you couldn’t see him, you felt it.

"all that crying earlier,” he mocked, zipping up his jeans. “you really are just a cum-hungry brat, huh? don’t even care if i’m mean to you as long as i fill you up.”

he grabbed your ass, spread you open, watched the way your swollen pussy dripped with his release.

“look at this. dripping like a fucking faucet. you should thank me again.”

you tried to lift your head, but failed. instead, you mumbled out a broken, “thank you…” so quiet it barely reached him.

he chuckled. but this time, it was softer. not sweet, not gentle, but something close.

“you really are obsessed,” he muttered.

and then, without warning, he was pulling you up. not rough like before—he actually cradled you against his chest, one arm under your thighs, the other around your back. you flinched a little, but his hold was steady.

you blinked at him through your lashes, dazed and tear-stained.

"what?" he said, looking down at you like you were stupid. “you think i’d just leave you like that? please. if anyone’s gonna fuck you dumb and carry your useless body around, it’s gonna be me.”

he brought you to his jacket, still slung over the back of the chair, and laid it down on the floor before lowering you onto it with a surprising gentleness.

you hissed when your thighs pressed together. he paused.

his hand found your inner thigh, the bruises, the rawness from how hard he’d used you.

“does it hurt?” he asked quietly, his voice still a little rough.

you nodded, barely. “a little…”

he hummed, brushing your hair from your face, then leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. soft. so, so soft.

you didn’t even know he could kiss like that.

“good,” he whispered near your ear, smug again. “next time, we’ll see if you can take more.”

your heart skipped.

“but you did good, baby,” he added, stroking your jaw with the backs of his fingers. “so fucking good. don’t think i didn’t notice.”

your breath caught.

“i’m gonna clean you up now, alright? then i’ll carry you home. you can sleep. or beg for more. we’ll see.”

you nodded, overwhelmed, your chest aching in that warm, dizzy way that only happened after he broke you completely.

and as he cleaned you—his fingers gentle now, his eyes not mocking but watchful—you realized something terrifyingly beautiful.

no matter how much he teased you, used you, humiliated you...

lee donghyuck cared.

maybe not like in the movies. maybe not with flowers or sweet texts or promises.

but in the way he touched your sore skin like it mattered. in the way he caught you when your legs gave out. in the way he watched over you when your eyes fluttered closed again, lips still whispering his name.

"mine,” he muttered, almost to himself, pressing another kiss to your jaw.

you felt it the second you walked into school.

the soreness between your legs, the faint ache blooming along your thighs, the raw, pulsing heat of skin marked by his mouth, his hands, his cock.

you wore a skirt. stupidly short, not because you were trying to get his attention, but because... you wanted to feel it. feel what he did to you every time you took a step, every time the fabric brushed too high and reminded you: he was inside me. he filled me up.

you were glowing. no makeup, still soft in the face, dazed, quiet, like you were in a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

and he—lee donghyuck—walked right past you.

not a glance. not a smirk. not a word.

he was with jaemin, chenle, renjun, laughing about something, shoving each other, hood down, messy hair, perfect as always.

and he didn’t even look at you.

your heart dropped. not in a painful, devastating way. no—in an obsessive, hungry way.

because this was part of the game, right?

he had to be doing this on purpose. he was ignoring you to make you crave him. to make you beg.

and it was working.

you watched him walk away, your thighs instinctively pressing together, the sore spot inside you clenching around nothing.

“y/n.”

a hand on your arm.

you turned, startled. it was haeyoon.

jiwon stood beside her, arms crossed, looking deeply unamused.

“hey,” haeyoon said slowly, eyes scanning your face. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you replied quickly. too quickly.

“you didn’t answer any of our messages last night,” jiwon said. “you just... disappeared after study group. and now you’re walking around like—” she paused, glanced down at your legs. “like you’re in pain.”

your throat tightened. you wanted to tell them. wanted to brag, even.

but the moment you opened your mouth, haeyoon spoke again.

“don’t tell me it’s about haechan.”

you froze.

her voice was too gentle. that careful tone people use when they’re trying not to trigger something broken.

“y/n,” she continued, “we saw how he talks to you. how he treats you. it’s not okay.”

jiwon stepped forward, clearly less gentle.

“you’re doing his homework, printing his shit, worshipping him like he’s a god, and he doesn’t even like you. he’s making fun of you with his friends behind your back.”

“that’s not true,” you whispered.

“really?” jiwon said. “then where was he last night after he used you?”

used you.

those words stung. but not enough to make you turn against him.

you shook your head, stepping back.

“you don’t understand. he’s just... he’s like that with everyone. haechan’s always teasing. it’s not a big deal.”

haeyoon touched your hand. “y/n. we care about you. and he—he doesn’t deserve that. you’re better than—”

“don’t say that,” you snapped, surprising both of them. “you don’t know him. he—he kissed me last summer, remember? at the festival. if he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t—he wouldn’t—”

you stopped. swallowed hard. too much.

the air went still.

and then—

“wow.”

a voice behind you. unmistakable.

his voice.

you turned, heart leaping, breath catching, and there he was.

leaning against the lockers. one hand in his pocket, the other holding his vape. that same smug, lazy look on his face.

“you’re really out here defending me like i’m your boyfriend or something.”

your heart thudded.

haechan looked at jiwon and haeyoon, tilting his head with mock curiosity. “what were you two saying about me?”

neither of them spoke.

he stepped closer. his hand found your hip, fingers gripping the waistband of your skirt. possessive.

“you think i don’t know she’s obsessed with me?” he said, voice low and warm and mean. “i let her be. and she’s cute when she’s desperate.”

jiwon looked disgusted. haeyoon’s eyes flicked down to his hand on you.

you should’ve pulled away. should’ve stood with your friends.

but you melted.

you leaned into him. clung to his shirt.

his touch was your drug.

“you’re all red, baby,” he murmured, close to your ear. “were you thinking about last night?”

you nodded helplessly.

he grinned.

“should’ve told them how pretty you looked crying on my cock. would’ve shut them up fast.”

your friends stepped back, clearly furious.

“you’re disgusting,” jiwon said, grabbing haeyoon’s hand. “come on.”

they left. and you didn’t follow.

you stayed there, plastered to his side, his hand sliding lower.

“you like that?” he asked, now under his breath. “like when i say shit like that in front of people?”

you nodded again.

he hummed. pulled you closer. slid his hand under your skirt, fingers dragging along your sore inner thigh.

“fuck, i made a mess of you, huh?”

you whimpered.

“maybe i’ll do it again,” he whispered. “right now. behind the gym.”

you gasped.

his thumb found your panties, still damp from remembering him all morning.

“you want that?” he asked, curling it slowly, teasing.

you looked up at him, eyes wide, breath shaking. “please…”

he grinned.

and this time—this time—he kissed you.

right there. in the hallway.

hard and messy and full of teeth. like he wanted everyone to see.

his tongue pushed into your mouth, his hand under your skirt, and when he finally pulled away, his lips were wet, his eyes were wild.

“mine,” he said again. “you got that?”

you nodded, dizzy.

and in your head, the thought echoed louder than anything your friends had said:

he kissed me.

he chose me.

and you’d let him ruin you again.

as many times as it took.

he led you there with no words—just a tight grip around your wrist and that look in his eyes.

you followed blindly, every step making your heart pound louder, every breath pulling you deeper into that foggy, euphoric daze he so easily put you in.

behind the gym was quiet. the sun hit the back wall, casting long shadows, warmth sinking into the bricks. it smelled like sweat, smoke, and dust.

but the moment he shoved you against the wall, all you could smell was him.

his hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so you met his eyes.

“say it,” he demanded.

you blinked. “say what?”

his grip tightened, just enough to sting.

“that you’re mine.”

you swallowed. “i’m yours.”

his mouth curled into something feral.

“again.”

“i’m yours, haechan. all yours.”

he kissed you hard—biting, wet, brutal—and his free hand went under your skirt immediately. you gasped into his mouth as his fingers found your panties and tugged them down so fast they tore.

he didn’t care.

he shoved them in his pocket like a trophy.

“spread your legs,” he said, stepping back just enough to see you obey.

you did it instinctively, already trembling.

his hand came up and slapped your thigh—not gently—and your breath hitched.

“good fucking girl.”

then his fingers were on you. rough, fast, unrelenting. he played with your soaked cunt like it was his, because it was.

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. your back hit the wall hard when he shoved two fingers in deep and crooked them just right.

“this wet already?” he growled. “just from me touching you in public?”

you nodded, moaning, eyes fluttering closed.

slap.

right across your cheek.

you gasped.

“eyes open, baby,” he hissed. “i want you looking at me when you fall apart. want you to know who did this to you.”

your eyes filled with tears instantly, but you nodded, desperate, needy.

“thank you,” you whispered.

he stilled his fingers.

“what?”

you looked up at him, completely out of it. “thank you for slapping me.”

his mouth dropped open—then he laughed.

a deep, twisted sound.

“fuck, you’re so far gone,” he murmured, cupping your cheek. “my perfect little freak.”

he pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth.

“open.”

you did. he pushed them in, slow, made you suck them clean while he groaned under his breath.

his hand moved to your shirt, yanking it up, exposing your chest. he didn’t bother with your bra—just pulled it down, letting your tits bounce free in the warm air.

then he slapped one—hard.

you gasped.

“these are mine too.”

another slap.

you whimpered.

his mouth latched onto one nipple, biting, sucking, leaving a ring of bruises around the soft flesh, and you sobbed in pleasure, hips rocking against nothing.

“you’re not gonna let anyone else touch you, right?” he asked, between bites.

“never,” you cried.

“no one else sees you like this.”

“no—only you.”

he pulled back, chest heaving, eyes wild.

“i saw you yesterday. talking to that fucking junior. from math.”

you blinked. “what?”

“you were laughing. leaning in.”

“i wasn’t—i wasn’t flirting—”

he grabbed your jaw, hard.

“you don’t talk to anyone unless i say so.”

your heart pounded.

he’s jealous.

he’s fucking jealous.

your cunt clenched again.

you nodded. “i won’t. i promise.”

his thumb stroked your lip.

“i don’t share,” he murmured. “not someone like you. not when i’ve already ruined you this much.”

then he dropped to his knees.

without a word, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and buried his face between your thighs.

you screamed.

there, against the gym wall, you lost yourself.

his mouth was vicious—messy, loud, hungry—as he devoured you like he hadn’t just fingered you open minutes ago. he held you down, made you take it, nose pressing against your clit as he groaned like he was getting off on your taste.

“gonna make you cum just like this,” he said, voice muffled, tongue driving deep. “and then i’m gonna fuck you raw until you forget your fucking name.”

your legs shook. your vision blurred.

“haechan—i’m—”

“do it. fucking cum.”

you shattered.

and he didn’t stop.

he held you through it, dragging your orgasm out until you were choking on your own cries, thighs locked around his head.

when he stood up, his mouth and chin were soaked. he kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

then he pulled your skirt up, unzipped his pants, and shoved his cock into you like he’d been waiting to do it since birth.

you screamed his name.

he fucked you hard—no teasing, no build-up—just raw, loud, deep strokes that shoved your back into the wall and your moans into the air.

your body was wrecked. sensitive. used.

but you took it. you always took it.

“mine,” he kept muttering. “my pussy. my girl. my fucking girl.”

you cried through every thrust, holding onto his shoulders like they were the only solid thing in the world.

and when he came inside you—groaning, biting your shoulder, filling you to the brim—you swore you saw stars.

you didn’t realize you had blacked out for a moment until you felt him gently pulling you down to sit against the wall, pulling your legs over his lap.

his voice was soft now. low. careful.

“hey. you okay?”

you nodded slowly, breath still shaky.

he cupped your cheek.

“you were crying again.”

“because it felt good.”

he gave a small smile. then leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“you really drive me insane, you know that?”

you blinked up at him.

he was still haechan—cocky, mean, teasing—but there was something in his eyes. a softness you’d never seen before.

“don’t talk to other guys,” he whispered. “i’m serious. i’ll lose my fucking mind.”

“i won’t,” you said, grabbing his shirt. “i only want you.”

he pressed his mouth to your throat.

“good girl.”

he helped you fix your clothes. wiped between your legs with the edge of his shirt. made sure you could stand.

he didn’t say it, but you saw it in the way his eyes stayed on you:

you belong to me now. and i’ll destroy anything that tries to take you away.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── FIRST KISSES, SECOND CHANCES . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka he's this close to passing out because you're way too pretty and he wants to kiss you so bad—but he's an idiot, a loser in love, and totally losing his mind over you.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 985 ⌗ fluff, kisskiss, jake is this close to going insane, mentions of jake wanting to die but not literally─poor guy is just losing his mind over y/n

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── omg tytyty everyone for the love with this series so far !!! i actually love jakeyn so much im so invested in this in ways that are highkey unhealthy...ANYWAYS! one of jake & yn's many firsts! writing this actually made me cheese so hard god im so single pls. jake is also like borderline unwell HAHA

It’s the kind of day where life feels like it’s straight out of a movie.

Soft sunlight, the perfect temperature, a gentle breeze, birds chirping. 

Perfect.

And yet—Jake wants to shrivel up into a hole and die.

The two of you are just lying there, propped up on your sides across from one another on the plush picnic blanket, an array of snacks and sandwiches (that Jake definitely didn’t wake up at 7AM to buy from the corner bakery you like so much in fear they would sell out before he had the chance to get them) scattered between you two, and you’re laughing at something he said—and god, he doesn’t even remember what he said—when it hits him.

And oh my god, it hits him hard.

He can’t think straight anymore.

Your eyes are sparkling like they always do when you laugh, your face is glowing with that effortless smile that makes him want to explode.

The way your hair blows slightly in the wind—how it catches the light in a way that makes him swear the sun only shines to make you glow. How your laugh just does something to him that makes it feel like the whole world stopped just so he could hear it.

And it’s all too much.

Jake feels his heart rate spike, his chest tighten, and before he knows it, he’s staring at your lips—just your lips—and your words are starting to sound like mush.

God, he wants to kiss you.

Like, really kiss you.

And the thought alone makes him feel like his heart’s about to break through his ribcage and find its way out of his chest.

But then, of course—the voice of reason pops in.

The same, annoying, one that always shows up right when he lets himself want this too much. The same one that fights him in this very, very common battle…almost daily.

Is this even a good idea? What if you’re not ready? What if it’s just too much, too soon for you?

What if he completely ruins everything before he even gets the chance to have it?

“Hey.”

Jake jolts out of his thoughts. You’re staring at him now, an amused smile playing at your lips as you nudge his arm.

“You okay?”

Jake blinks.

Forces his eyes back to your own (not her lips, Jake, not her lips, NOT HER LIPS).

Then, he clears his throat, shifting slightly as he tries his best to act normal.

“Yeah. Yeah, um, just—,” he places his sandwich down, his hands shaking slightly—god, Jake, “Just…still a little hungry.”

A beat of silence.

He immediately mentally smacks himself because, what the hell, Jake?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Jake, you literally just had a sandwich in your hands.”

“…Right, yeah. Right.”

Another beat.

Then—

You giggle.

Soft. Breathless. Perfect.

And Jake?

It ruins him.

He wants to jump off a cliff.

His heart is hammering, his vision is starting to go a little fuzzy, and he’s pretty sure he’s a solid two business seconds away from either a) passing out, or b) spontaneously combusting—whichever comes first.

He can’t focus. He can't think. He just—

He needs to kiss you.

Like, right now. Like, he literally cannot hold it together anymore.

So, without thinking—without giving himself any more time to overthink it—he leans in. Just slightly.

Your eyes widen, his breath catches, because—you’re so close and he swears you can probably hear his heart beating.

He smells your shampoo, his palms are sweating, and he’s definitely about to pass out, but all he can do is stare at your lips, then at your eyes. Then back at your lips again.

Jake doesn’t even think. He doesn’t even say anything. He just does it.

His lips press softly against yours—so gently at first that it’s barely there, as if he’s testing the waters, as if he’s expecting you to pull away.

But you don’t.

You don’t pull away.

And his heart explodes.

It’s instant. Everything falls into place in that very moment, every ounce of tension in his body immediately melts away.

Jake can’t help but sigh into the kiss, finally allowing himself to give in completely, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, holding you as if you’re something delicate—something so beautiful he could never dream of ruining.

And then you do something that completely, utterly, wrecks him—

You kiss him back.

Softly, almost shyly at first, like you’re just as overwhelmed as he is. But then—oh god—

Your hand goes up and your fingers curl into his collar, tugging ever so slightly, pulling him in even deeper, and Jake 100% knows he never wants to go back to what life was like before this moment.

He’s dizzy. Weightless. Completely and entirely yours in every possible way.

He also forgets how to breathe.

But that doesn’t matter.

Nothing else in the world matters except this kiss, except you.

Jake feels himself smiling into it—because, oh god, this is actually happening—and hears you giggle slightly as you finally pull away, a little breathless.

He’s starstruck, paralyzed. He’s still staring at your lips in disbelief, then back to your eyes, then back at your lips before blinking himself back to reality.

“That was—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“That was way too long coming, don’t you think?” you tease, your eyes sparkling, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he grins, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But don’t worry. I’ll make up for lost time.”

You roll your eyes, but—there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

“I’m holding you to that, Jakey.”

And then—

You tilt your head up and press another soft, fleeting kiss to his lips before pulling back with the softest smile.

Yup.

He’s definitely the luckiest guy on the planet.

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[dumplingsjinson]

List of “stuff that happened between us which will forever live in my mind rent free” prompts

“I’m happy that you’re happy.” (DEWLKLDEWDSWL,SDL, FUCKKK)

Character A repeatedly kissing Character B’s lips, both giggling softly when they pull away from each other. (YUMI’S CELLS SEASON 2 I’M THANKING YOU FOR THIS KSKSKS) 

“You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes no matter what,” Character B murmurs after Character A tells them how insecure they are over their body. (Him reassuring me when I was spilling my guts to him and everything was everything I didn’t know I needed until now ajskks 😭 And him saying he doesn't judge lksefnklewn)

“I’m scared you’ll leave me once you see everything,” Character A murmurs, face buried in Character B’s chest. “Why would you think that?” Character B questions, a frown heard in the tone of their voice without Character A needing to look up at them; as if they think it’s ludicrous that Character A would even think they’d leave them for something like that.  (NaHH THE WAY HE SOUNDED DISAPPOINTED WHEN I SAID THAT, for even thinking that he’d leave me for that, and then trying to comfort me after, I feel so bad for doubting him omg 😭😭😭)

“Touch yourself for me, yeah?” Character B murmurs into Character A’s ear; watches as a flustered looking Character A slowly does as they’re told. (HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS HELLOOOOOOOOO- IT’S THE FACT THAT HE ADDED THE “FOR ME” PART THAT MADE ME BECOME SO FUCKING FLUSTERED even though I did suggest it when we met last week and he was like “only if you want to” sAURR LIKE… was this invitation on his mind for a whole week LMFAOO. AND WHEN HE KEPT TELLING ME “good girl” or “that’s my baby girl” WHILE I WAS- JWKCKAS AHHHHH)

“You’re doing such a good job. That’s my baby girl/boy.” 

Character B slowly undressing Character A, at the request of Character A, because Character A is too shy to undress themselves in front of them. (PLEASE THE WAY HE JUST SLOWLY AJFKAKFK HELPPPPPPPP EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS SO TENDER??? LIKE DAMN)

“I don’t like the way my calves look. They’re too bulky, you know?” Character A sighs. “Well, I think it’s fine,” Character B says. “How’s it fine?” Character A whines. Character B chuckles in an abashed manner, then says, “It makes them squishier, after all.” (And then he proceeded to say he doesn’t like how his own calves look just to make me feel better, god I fucking LOVE HIM)

Character A being extremely vulnerable with Character B, and Character B listening attentively and reassuring them as much as they can.

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood,” Character A murmurs, face buried on their chest, and Character B chuckles softly. “It’s fine, don’t apologise,” Character B murmurs, stroking their fingers through their hair. “I’m here for you after all. I’m here to listen.”

“You’re so pretty, you know?” Character B mumbles, brushing a strand of hair behind Character A’s ear. (Him saying that while I was being vulnerable melted my heart TT TT AND ALSOOO WHEN HE WAS SAYING THAT WHILE I WAS ON TOP OF HIM HHWHEWHH) 

Character B littering kisses on Character A’s bare chest and saying, “You’re so soft.” (I just.. need a MOMENT)

Sloppy kisses while dry humping. (I mean I enjoyed them, and what of it??) 

“I’ve seen everything. And I’ve tasted everything. Literally,” Character B says with a chuckle as they surface from the sheets and from between Character A’s thighs to snuggle with Character A, and Character A groans, hiding their face behind their hands in utter embarrassment. (Yep. He’s seen literally everything AND had a taste by now and I’m SO FUCKING LWKENFLKWEFNLKENWFW—)

“I’m so embarrassed,” Character A groans as Character B holds them to them. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Character B says with a chuckle. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just you and me, after all.” 

“Fuck, I wanna feel you against me,” Character A murmurs. (I said that, sir, yes I did. And what aBOUT IT—)

Character B kissing Character A on the cheek during one of those self-service photo booth sessions, which catches Character A off-guard. (AND WHEN I UPLOAD THE PIC- jk) 

Character B pressing kisses against Character A’s forehead while they’re fucking. (We weren’t technically fucking, but it was close lmfao) 

Character A clenching Character’s A’s head between their thighs as Character B eats them out, fingers going in and out of them sporadically. (The finger AND TONGUE COMBO PLEASEEE) 

Character A repeatedly apologising for dumping their feelings and vulnerabilities on Character B every time they see each other and Character B telling them it’s fine and that they’ll always be here to listen to them. (Please, I love this man so much) 

Character B slapping Character A’s ass while they’re using their phone, ass high up in the air. “What was that for?!” Character A whines, turning to glare at Character B. “That’s revenge for you doing that to me,” Character B says with a triumphant grin. (Yes we are at tHAT level of comfort with each other and YES I like slapping his ass. And don’t ask me why I was looking at my phone while in that position, it’s difficult to explain-)

Character B calling Character A cute and adorable while they’re messing around, because apparently Character A will always be adorable to them no matter what they do. 

Character B showering Character A with compliments and praises which flusters Character A every single goddamn time, and Character A telling Character B to shut up every time they compliment them because they don’t know how to take compliments. 

“God, I’m so wet/hard.” “And I don’t see a problem with that?” “Uhhh, no, there’s no problem but it is your fault that this is happening.” (FUCKING TEASE- IOEWFEKLKEWN) 

“Tell me when you want me to stop, okay?” Character B murmurs, glancing up at Character A from between their thighs, and something about that sight will forever remain etched in Character A’s mind. 

“As I’ve always said, we have all the time in the world, and I want you to be comfortable.” (HE IS AN ANGEL, PLSSS) 

“I’m happy you got out of your comfort zone,” Character B murmurs, cuddling Character A close to their chest. (ThE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND I’M TELLING YOU) 

Character B covering Character A with a blanket, knowing that they’re still feeling a little self-conscious over having their body exposed like this. (And him draping the blanket over us both as he cuddled close to me welkfnekwn I’m fiNISHED) 

Character B taking their time with Character A, going at a pace that Character A’s comfortable with. (He was so attentive the whole time TT TT)

Character B brushing Character A’s hair behind their ears to unhide their face; just so they could take a better look at them. (It’s even more EWLFKNEWFKN when he does it while we’re messing around, because I’m covering my face with my hair on purpose because I’m self-conscious as fuck, while he wants to see my face lmfaooo) 

[luigilore]

luigi husband/domestic hcs

(a/n: trying hc format! thx anon for requesting! i hope its okay <3 if anyone wants to talk about domestic lu pls hit up my inbox<3 )

likes going grocery shopping with u like you have a little routine on sundays and he's always searching for new recipes to try

lots of pain management fit into yalls daily routine... massages <3 theragun time <3 tens unit whatever helps him and hes sooo grateful

lovessss showering together

he's great at picking up on your emotions and how you're feeling

words of affirmation- complimenting, uplifting, and supporting you is how he communicates that he cares

when luigi can tell you're upset, he wants and will do anything to solve whatever problem there is and make you feel better

luigi is really perceptive, like annoyingly so, "what's wrong? are you sure you're okay?" you can't fool him at all

he really prides himself on knowing the people he loves

wants to know all about you, even the most trivial things i think he would be so interested in learning about.. a bit obsessive in the most romantic and sickening way and u match his freak so dw

might be (is) a lip biter when kissing like first time he did it was on accident, he just got very excited but you both quickly discover he lovesss it

i think luigi is masterfully good at foreplay, methodical in everything he does... including uh... physical intimacy

luigi has a lot of self control and he prides himself in that... but he is also soooo sensitive he just thinks it's incredibly unfair

like just running your hands through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly, oh he's meltinggg

a very intense lover like his eye contact, his touch- firm grip, his voice- always lower and quiet, intense in the best way possible

oh and once you're married he loves always mentioning or name dropping "my wife," in conversations

he is naturally nurturing so he's very openly and unabashedly the biggest romantic

but your wedding is small, only with your close family and friends OR you elope... (i think eloping is sooooo romantic and i feel like he would be extremely enticed by this... and yes both of ur families are pissed)

omg then planning a big backpacking trip or something for ur honeymoon... oh

lovesss house hunting with you

he's a great partner, very responsible and reassuring, his presence is naturally calming for you

problem-solver, if something's bothering you he wants to fix it immediately. it doesn't matter how big or small, if it's upsetting you, he wants to make it better

you trust him and his decision making 100%

luigi prides himself on how well he knows you

to be loved is to be known and that is very relevant here

he also feels so so so loved and special when you remember little details about him

loves being spontaneous

a great gift giver, will retain you offhandedly mentioning you like this certain book or lipstick and boom six months later it's wrapped up for your birthday

anniversaries? forget about it, he out does himself every single year

luigi loves a romantic gesture, would not care about public embarrassment or judgement at all... do these ever materialize? probably not but he really only sees you and him in public

twirling you and dipping you around the dance floor

but that being said isn't huge into pda like making out in public is not his style

but holding hands, hand on the small of your back, or just physical proximity?

oh absolutely loves pet names, especially honey and baby

but totally melts when you call him any pet name! even just his literal name lol... the way u say it just gets him...

loves just like... being married, having you to go through life with he just really loves it.

loves it when you read to him, will very timidly request it

some nights will read to you as well, you guys take turns picking out books

one of those couples that does everything together but not in a bad way? just codependent but <3

he just genuinely enjoys spending time with you. you never run out of things to talk or laugh about

luigi is great at having a routine down, he's so busy but gets everything done

okay soooo he would be the most attentive dad

has art work from your kids on the fridge and all over his office, present at every single one and is sooo proud

documents everything about your children, like buys the baby books and takes so many pictures it's so endearing

in awe of your baby like she's so precious and luigi can't get over her chubby cheeks or squealing laughter... she's his weakness

of course he reads to the kids too and tucks them in at night

you do have to force him to relax sometimes and take a breather, it can be very hard for him to let himself relax and chill

so busy taking care of everyone else that he's not taking care of himself

loves being hands on with the kids

will somehow teach himself how to build things like your daughter wants a dollhouse? of course luigi can do it... why couldn't he... he's actually designing a 3d printed model rn like okay...

loves cuddling and spooning

like laying on the couch together, legs entangled, his hand on your waist, just reading or working on different things in silence, just the physical touch and intimacy is so nice for him

always wants you to sit in his lap or the arm of the chair

would be the sweetest dad, but would feel perpetually unprepared and terrified for fatherhood

would always be researching the best foods, products, etc

like not full helicopter parent/soccer mom but he's very involved and always trying to find new experiences for your kids

overall, luigi is a great person to share a life with, he's organized, responsible, respectful, and LOVING <3

[livvymd]

hey girll im literally obsessed with your writing so I was hoping if maybe (if you aren't busy and are taking requests 😭😭) could you do a fic with anyone of your choice where they mumble I love you while they're asleep next to the reader and the reader hears and brings it up the next morning?

omg wait i literally love this but i dont know who to pick... ill just do more than one person HELPP. im afraid i didnt cook with this one

Quiet Confessions.

INCLUDES; arthurtv, chrismcdonald, george clarke. (in like seperate story things btw)

CHRISMD;

It had been a long day of recording and laughing, and by the time you both got into bed, you were ready to just relax. The warmth of your shared flat surrounded you, with the dim light of the bedside lamp flickering gently. Chris had a way of making everything feel more comfortable, and tonight was no different. He pulled you close, his arm draped around you as he snuggled in, his steady breathing soon becoming the background noise of your thoughts.

You were just about to slip into sleep when you heard it—soft, low, and barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. You turned your head slightly to look at Chris. He was still asleep, his face relaxed in the way it always was when he was dreaming. His breathing had remained even, completely unaware of the words he had just said.

You lay there, wide awake for a moment longer than you wanted to admit, letting the words sink in. It was so simple, yet hearing him say it in his sleep, completely unguarded, felt special in a way that made you smile.

You decided to let it go, figuring he wouldn't even remember in the morning. But the feeling lingered as you eventually drifted off, holding that sweet moment close.

The morning came, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains made the room feel warm and inviting. You were already awake, quietly watching Chris as he slept, his hair messy and his face calm. You couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at your lips, remembering what had happened the night before.

Chris began to stir, stretching out with a quiet groan as he woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to meet your gaze, giving you a sleepy smile. “Morning, love,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he mumbled, still half in dreamland. “You?”

“I slept alright,” you said, pausing just for a moment, letting the silence build. “Except I heard something interesting last night.”

Chris blinked at you, a sleepy frown forming. “What? What did I say?”

You smirked slightly, leaning closer. “You were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened slightly. “What? Seriously?”

You nodded, your grin spreading wider. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

Chris froze. His face turned a shade of red as he stared at you, clearly startled. “I... I did?”

You laughed softly at his reaction, loving how flustered he looked. “Yeah, you did. You know, I’m not complaining or anything... just wasn’t expecting to hear that while you were asleep.”

Chris ran a hand through his messy hair, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t—didn't mean to say it out loud, but...” He shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. “Well, I do love you, you git.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, you doofus.”

He chuckled, the red in his cheeks fading as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Guess that’s one secret I can’t keep, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased. “And I’ll be holding it over your head from now on.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “Just don’t expect me to stop saying it anytime soon.”

GEORGE CLARKE;

It had been one of those long days where everything seemed to blend together, but the quiet, comfortable moments in your shared flat made it all worth it. You and George had been lounging on the couch, exchanging stories and laughter, until eventually, the exhaustion from the day caught up with both of you. By the time you finally found yourselves in bed, it was clear that both of you were ready to settle in for a peaceful night.

You lay on your side, your head resting against the pillow, while George snuggled up behind you, his arm draping over you, pulling you closer. His warmth surrounded you, the rhythmic sound of his breathing already starting to soothe your tired mind. There was something so peaceful about his presence, so natural, as if everything in the world just made sense when he was this close.

You felt yourself relaxing, your eyelids growing heavy as you snuggled deeper into his embrace. The comfort of his arms around you made sleep come easy, and you began to drift off.

But just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt George shift, his face pressing against your chest, his warm breath brushing against your skin. You smiled softly, about to drift away when you suddenly heard it—so quiet, so soft, it almost sounded like a dream.

“I love you.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You carefully looked down at him, but George was completely out cold, his face buried in your chest, breathing evenly and unaware of the words he’d just whispered. His arm tightened around you as he subconsciously snuggled in closer, oblivious to the confession he had just mumbled in his sleep.

You felt warmth spread through you, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stayed still, savoring the moment. It was so simple, so honest, yet hearing him say it without any hesitation—without any walls up—made your chest feel light.

Eventually, sleep claimed you too, the memory of his whispered confession lingering in your mind.

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You were already awake, lying in George’s arms, watching him sleep peacefully. His hair was a bit messy, his face relaxed in that soft, innocent way he had when he was truly at rest. You couldn’t help but smile, remembering what had happened the night before.

George stirred a little, stretching with a groggy groan before slowly blinking his eyes open. His gaze met yours, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Morning, love,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, your tone light, though you couldn’t resist the teasing glint in your eyes. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he mumbled, still half out of it. “Pretty comfortable.” He yawned, snuggling closer to you. “You?”

“Not bad,” you said, giving him a little smile. “Though... I heard something interesting last night.”

His eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus. “Huh? What do you mean?”

You leaned in a little, your lips just brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You were talking in your sleep.”

George’s eyes widened, and his cheeks immediately turned a soft pink. “I... I was?”

You nodded, trying to keep your tone casual, though you couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

George froze for a moment, then looked up at you, his face now a full shade of red. “Wait... what? I did?”

You smirked, the playful tease taking over. “Yeah, you did. It was really sweet... though I wasn’t expecting to hear it while you were asleep.”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking utterly flustered. “I didn’t... mean to say that out loud. I swear, I was asleep!”

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “It’s alright. It was nice to hear, even if you didn’t mean it. You’ve got a habit of being sweet when you're half asleep.”

George grinned sheepishly, shrugging slightly. “Well... I do love you, you know. Even when I’m awake.” He kissed your cheek, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. “I just didn’t mean to let it slip when I was snoozing.”

You smiled, leaning in to peck him on the lips. “I love you too, you dork.”

He pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Guess I’ve got no secrets left, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased, resting your head on his chest. “But I’ll hold this one over your head for a while.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “I like it when you’ve got leverage over me.”

ARTHUR TV;

The evening had been a perfect blend of relaxation and fun—after a long day of filming, the two of you had settled on the couch, talking about random things, laughing at inside jokes, and generally just enjoying each other’s company. You'd eventually migrated to bed, comfortable and tired, your body relaxing into the warmth of the blankets.

You lay on your back, arms stretched out, while Arthur, always the snugly one, had curled up against you. His head rested gently on your chest, right above your stomach, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair as you both settled in. The soft rise and fall of his breath against your skin was calming, and soon, you felt your own eyelids growing heavier.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard it—his voice, quiet and muffled, almost as if he were speaking in his sleep.

“I love you…” The words were simple, but the way he said them felt so pure, so unguarded.

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You looked down at him, but his face was relaxed, eyes closed, breathing still steady. He was completely unaware of what he'd just said. His head rested comfortably against you, and he shifted just slightly, snuggling in closer.

You smiled softly, your hand still resting on his head as you let out a quiet sigh. The intimacy of the moment felt so special—how easily he could express his feelings without realizing it. You knew Arthur was a sentimental person, but hearing it in this moment, without him even being conscious of it, made it even more meaningful.

A few moments passed, and you heard him again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you…”

It was almost like a soft reassurance, a gentle reminder of the love he held for you. His face nuzzled further into your chest as he unconsciously sought out more comfort, his arm tightening a little around your waist. It was a tender, innocent moment that you wanted to hold onto forever.

You let yourself fall into a peaceful sleep, the sound of his soft breaths and his whispered words echoing in your heart.

Morning came gently, with soft sunlight filtering through the window. You awoke before Arthur, watching him as he slept soundly on your chest, his hair a messy tangle from a night of cuddling. The smile on your lips grew as you remembered his sweet words from the night before.

He stirred after a few minutes, letting out a sleepy groan as he stretched, his arms reaching above his head. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours with a half-awake gaze. A sleepy grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Morning…”

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual, though a playful grin tugged at your lips. “How’d you sleep?”

Arthur let out a lazy hum, his hand moving to rest against your waist. “I slept well. Really well, actually.” He smiled, his eyes still not fully open. “What about you?”

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart racing a little with excitement. “I slept fine. But you, on the other hand…”

Arthur blinked up at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean? Did I snore or something?”

You chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “No, not that... but you were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened in confusion, and he pulled himself up slightly, looking at you more attentively now. “Really? What did I say?”

You kept your tone light and teasing, not wanting to give him the full picture just yet. “You said ‘I love you’... twice.”

Arthur blinked, clearly caught off guard. His cheeks flushed with an adorable shade of pink, and he quickly looked away, running a hand through his messy hair. “I did? I... I didn’t even know I was saying that.”

You smiled at the sight of his embarrassed expression. “You did. It was pretty sweet, actually.”

Arthur chuckled nervously, his hands rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I mean… I do love you. Just didn’t think I’d say it while I was asleep.” He looked at you sheepishly, his eyes softening. “Guess I’m not very good at hiding it, am I?”

You couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him on the cheek, your heart full of warmth. “Nope, you’re not,” you teased. “But I’m not complaining.”

Arthur grinned, clearly relieved, and leaned in to kiss your lips softly. “Good. Because I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it—even if I say it in my sleep.”

You smiled against his lips, pulling him closer into a hug. “I love you too, you dork.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you close as he mumbled, “I’m glad you know it.”

[woodenanemone]

"you’re so precious to me.”

you look up at choso, who in turn was looking back at you. you didn’t realize he had been staring at you, quite invested in the meal he had just prepared for you two. looking down at his plate, you notice that it was untouched. shifting your gaze back to him, you had to physically flinch at the pure, unadulterated adoration in his tired gaze. looking back down bashfully, you pushed your food around on your plate, unable to help the smile that bloomed on your face.

before you could react, choso had reached over the small table, soft hand wiping at your cheek faintly. you look over to see him withdrawing, a tender look in his eyes. “did I have some food on my cheek?” you questioned, wiping the other side of your face, observing your hand for any crumbs.

“no.”

you look back at him in slight surprise. “oh.” was all you could lamely say. it was hard having such an affectionate boyfriend at times; he was constantly outperforming you in terms of love. you know a relationship was supposed to be anything but a competition, but he couldn’t even speak straight. its literal pure poetry falling from the mans mouth. how could you measure up to that?

“i love you, you know.”

you look down at your plate intensely as you say this, unable to look him in the eyes. even his mere eye contact felt deeper than your simple words of, “i love you”. you see him rise from his seat out of your peripheral, but you still stubbornly stared down at your warm plate of food, which you’re sure he poured some of his literal soul and spirit into (even food outdid you…). feeling a warm hand guide your face, you look up to see that familiar soft gaze on you once again, filling you with the type of warmth only felt by a million suns.

he cupped both of your cheeks, bending down to look at you closer. you didn’t even have to say anything, his eyes already telling you that your love is enough. more than he needed, than he deserved. leaning forward, his warm lips placed themselves between your brows, longer than he needed to. he pulled back, only by a hair, to whisper his professions.

“i want to say you have my heart, but you are my heart.” he kisses your face once more, a little further down from the last kiss.

“there’s nothing and nobody else that I need.” another kiss, further down again.

“i surrender my everything to you.” another kiss, landing on your cheek.

“do you know how long I’ve prayed, begged, for your lips?” your other cheek.

“you own me. you, and you alone. you own me.”

you at first thought choso to be a quiet man, shy even. a person unskilled with his words. and yet… you’ve never seen anyone more assured, confident, and certain than him when he spoke to you like this. to know that the one thing this man was undisputable about was his adoration for you… well, it spoke to your soul in a way no store bought flowers ever could.

he punctuates the absolutely devastating confession with one last glance to your lips. you notice his eyebrows are furrowed, his voice strained. you swear these confessions hurt him somehow.

he plants his lips on yours with a sweet inhale, slowly breaking away just to reconnect his mouth to your own, over and over. the kiss was languid, syrupy, and filled to the brim with adoration. he pulled away slowly, his nose still brushing against yours.

"i love you.”

yeah. he was better at this than you.

i need to stop and go study omg

[ryleektv]

Can you write something for Lorenzo Berkshire and have it be where he love it when you wear pink? Like it’s his favorite color on you! Like one day when y’all are in his or your room and y’all are making out and then he sees you wearing a pink bra and then he checks to see if it’s a set and it is! So then it just leads to smut! If you don’t want to write this I’d understand.

AHHHHH omg the fact that i got this the SAME day i dressed up in all pink to go watch wicked is INSANE (wicked is absolutely amazing btw) like full glinda coded eyeshadow and pink eyeliner and everything. also i am sick (AGAIN, ive quite literally been sick constantly for the past 3 months bc my immune system might as well not exist)

anyways i hope this is good enough pooks

Favorite Color

(on his favorite girl)

bf!lorenzo berkshire x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, ummm biting?, whipped Lorenzo, not proofread, lowkey not Toxic!Lorenzo??? SUMMARY: Lorenzo's favorite color was famously red. But on you? Pink all the way.

WC: 1.4k

"Hey, princess- okay then." Lorenzo stopped in the doorway, his hands up as he dodged the shoe you threw in his direction. "Why're you so pissed off, hm?"

You groaned out incoherent swears at him before flopping over onto your back, leaving you bed sheets warm where you had been. "What do you want?"

"To spend time with my beautiful sweet girlfriend and find out who pissed in her tea?" He questioned as he took a careful step forward. "What can I do, honey?"

"I don't know." You mumbled with a heavy sigh. "Don't hate me, but I don't think I wanna do date night out tonight."

Lorenzo took another few steps before sitting down at the edge of the bed, his thumb delicately brushing your cheek.

"I'd never hate you. You sure you don't want to go out? I know you love getting all dressed up to show off."

You watched him carefully as his fingers traced over your t-shirt. You'd gotten half way ready, your hair and makeup done perfectly, before you realized that not only was your dress in need to be washed, but it was pouring out, and your picnic date was a complete waste.

Lorenzo, of course, was quick to call and ask if you wanted to just go get dinner at a restaurant instead, to which you agreed. But, none of your other clothes seemed good enough, and to make matters even worse, you found out last minute that you flunked on an important Potion's exam.

"I don't even have anything to wear," You complained quietly, resting your head on his thigh and tugging the blankets back up so you'd stay warm.

He looked over at the piles of clothes thrown everywhere, but like a smart man, didn't say anything.

"Can we just stay in tonight?"

"Of course,"

"That is not realistic, I mean, who the hell stabs someone like that? And- and blood doesn't just spurt our like that unless you hit an artery." Lorenzo tutted, still tracing circles on your shoulder with the tip of his index finger. "That's just not how it works."

You looked up at him with furrowed brows, your head rested on his chest as you watched the horror movie on the screen with your boyfriend. "Why the hell do you suddenly know so much about the logics of stabbing? Should I be concerned, Enzo?"

"No, I'm just saying. There's science behind this stuff, and if the were really that interested in spending what I assume to be millions on making this movie, you'd think they would at least put a little research into it."

"You're psychotic."

"It turns you on, though." He looked down at you as he wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and turned back to the television and watched as the killer proceeded to drag the protagonists dead body towards the woods.

"Deny it, maybe?"

You burst out laughing and looked up at Enzo who was watching you with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Oh, baby, I'm not denying shit."

Lorenzo's brown eyes stared down at you with a sparkle you could recognize from a mile away, his lips brushing up into a smirk.

"Enzo," You whispered, fully intending to spur him on.

His lips immediately crashed to yours, his hands tugging you closer as yours went to his hair.

You let out a soft sigh, eliciting a quiet groan from Lorenzo as he seemed to try to pull you impossibly closer to him. You could feel him already touching all over you, exploring every inch of your body as if it was his first time near a woman.

Still continuing your quickly escalating make-out session, he maneuvered the two of you so he was propped up over your body, his teeth nipping at you bottom lip before his tongue met yours in a familiar dance.

His hands came back to your hair, stroking over it as you pulled at him, both of you already breathing heavily into each other's mouths, gasping in each other's air as it got hotter.

And because Lorenzo would rather die than do it himself, you gently pushed him up so the two of you could breathe properly for a moment, his wild eyes staring down into yours as he gasped for breath, his lips swollen and wet as he grinned.

"Go lock the door," You murmured, four words that drove him mad, quickly scrambling off of you and practically running to the door as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

If only he'd put as much effort into his school work as he did locking the door when you'd ask.

You sat up slightly, pulling the oversized t-shirt over your head to reveal the pink lace bra you'd planned to wear for your restaurant date.

Lorenzo shuddered out a breath as his eyes dropped to the bra, lips parted slightly as his eyes softened. "Fucking hell,"

His gaze hovered over your breasts before looking up at you with a questioning whisper, "Is it?"

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" You grabbed his belt loop with your middle finger, pulling him over to you before rejoining your lips with his as he climbed back over you, smiling into the kiss as you lifted your hips to help as he slowly pulled down your shorts.

You watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of your matching pink panties, Enzo's fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit over the fabric as you let out a soft sigh of relief.

"I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are." He mumbled against your lips as he slowly pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and easily pushed two fingers into you.

You let out a gasping moan, pulling on his hair as he curled his fingers hard inside of you, picking up the pace as flashes of heat grew all over your body in pulses.

"Enzo- shit- fuck me, please just-" You cut off with a whimper. "Just fuck me already." You practically pleaded as your eyes welled up with tears at the pleasure of his fingers curling perfectly inside you, his thumb starting up rough circles on your clit.

Lorenzo must have been like a dog in heat tonight, because he was clearly too desperate to make you beg, instead just undoing his belt and pulling off his pants and boxers faster than you'd ever seen him before.

His tip pressed against your entrance as he rested his forehead against yours, letting out a groan as he slipped in, your back arching at the perfect fit.

"Oh, fuck, Enzo," You breathed, arms wrapping over your shoulders as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, gently biting at your flesh as he sped up. "You feel so good, princess."

Your head tipped back as you felt his fingers speeding up as they circled your clit again, making the knot in your stomach form far faster than usual.

You pressed your hips back against his, meeting it time with his thrusts and pushing him deeper inside of you as you listened to his moans pressed into your skin, your own mouth agape as you whined at the sharp tug of your skin between his teeth.

"Oh, Gods, Enzo- Enzo, I'm so fucking close." You moaned into his hair, nails digging into his tensed back as you closed your eyes, legs shaking slightly.

"C'mon, I've got you." He pulled away from your neck, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I am too."

With one more thrust you tipped over the edge, vision going blank as you gave way to the waves of please, heat coursing through your body as if your blood was replaced with lava, chest heaving as tears slipped past your waterline, rolling down your cheeks before Lorenzo gently kissed them away.

You wrapped your legs tighter around Lorenzo as he was about to pull out, interrupting his panicked glance, "I'll get a vial." You breathed, with less than a second difference before he was finishing inside of you, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

Lorenzo flopped down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his face buried in your chest. "I love you,"

You brushed back his hair with the tips of your fingers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you, too, Enzo."

i kinda hate this too but thats okay bc i wrote it was 3am and thats excuse enough

requests are open as always and i promise i am in fact still working on a slytherin boys christmas im just severely behind

[ohbabydollie]

omg heyy 🤭 ive only just found your blog but i absolutely adore your writing!! could i please request some housewife headcanons? ty <3

my ideal career is housewife but i js need to marry schlatt so i don’t have to worry abt money first 😔

taking care of him during streams!

bringing in water, food, anything he needs

he takes that chance to show you off to his stream, shower you in compliments before you head out of his office

he will literally take any chance he can to rub it into anyone’s face

“what am i eatin right now? it’s just some soup my WIFE made me, it’s whatever, she does it all the time” he says with a cocky grin

he loves home cooked meals and will asks for seconds constantly

he gets a taste for your cooking (and baking) to the point he doesn’t enjoy eating out as much

he loves that you basically can be around him 24/7 since he works from home and you don’t have a job

if he ever tries cooking for a stream, he’s struggling so hard

he gains so much respect for you if you make almost everything by scratch

if you take up a little hobby like baking or pottery or gardening

he.fucking.loves.it.

he shows off anything and everything you make

drinks from mugs you make, eats whatever you baked or grew and makes a point to tell everyone

“well ted, while you’re eatin’ your nasty ass rap snacks, i’ll be eating this” he says smiling and holding up a bowl of strawberries, “delicious, home grown, organic, non-micro plastic, strawberries, that my wife grew” he says with a satisfied smile “not to mention she also made the bowl, it’s bpa free”

hes literally such a dick to everyone about how he’s married to you

“i’m havin’ chicken n dumplins for dinner, they’re HOMEMADE by the way, not the nasty trader joe’s shit you gotta eat” schlatt says to ted with a grin “m’ wife is makin it all from scratch”

he says you “balance him out” with how sweet and soft you are

makes tradwife jokes all the time

he also likes making jokes about other people wanting you and actively brags about it

“we were a beach the other day and i saw men eyein her up, didn’t even care ‘cause i was the guy rubbin tannin oil on her back”

he loves buying you pretty new clothes, jewelry, makeup, etc.

he pays for you to get your hair, nails, etc. done

loves doing little things with you from grocery shopping to wasting time at a retail store

he says the cats got into something on stream and always comes back with light lipstick marks on his lips and face

looks for any excuse to kiss and touch you on camera

flirts with you even when you’ve been married for years

he only has eyes for you as you do him and every one knows

everyone can tell that even with the jokes he makes he loves you so much

[n0vazsq]

Obsessed | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Your boyfriend, Marc, is unbelievably obsessed with you

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.7k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i was thinking of lines for this literally since i saw the request omg i also rewrote this like 4 times for some reason idk i kinda hated it

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . To say that Marc was enamored with you would be an understatement. Obsessed might be a closer word, though even that didn’t quite come close to it. He was completely, utterly, and unapologetically smitten.

You didn’t mind, of course, not at all. But sometimes, his love left you a little… astonished.

Like when you’d catch him looking at you from across the room, his expression soft yet intense, as though you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

It didn’t matter what you were doing. Whether it was reading a book, tying your shoes, or just existing, Marc would watch you like it was a privilege to witness it. Every little thing you did seemed to fascinate him.

"Are you seriously watching me do this?" you’d laugh, catching him staring again.

He’d shrug with that boyish grin, completely unapologetic. "You make everything look interesting."

His devotion was in the little things too. The way he'd reach for your hand without thinking, the way he'd listen, really listen, to every word you said.

It wasn’t about the big gestures, though those had their place. It was the quiet moments that left the biggest impact.

One afternoon, you mentioned you loved the scent of vanilla, never expecting Marc to do anything about it.

A week later, your apartment was filled with it. Vanilla candles, vanilla soaps, and even bouquets of vanilla roses.

"Marc, this is… a lot," you’d laugh, half in disbelief, half in awe.

He’d just lean in the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You deserve a lot."

Sometimes, his intensity was overwhelming, like when he'd brush a stray lock of hair from your face with such care, as though you were something delicate.

His touch lingered just a moment too long, his eyes searching your face as though trying to memorize every detail.

There were moments when his affection felt too much, but you always came back to him. No matter the overwhelming nature of his love, there was no one else you’d rather be with.

"Do you ever get tired of this?" you asked him once, half joking, as he brought you your favorite drink randomly.

He tilted his head, confused. "Tired of what?"

"Of… loving me so much," you said, a teasing smile on your lips but a hint of genuine curiosity in your eyes.

Marc stepped closer, his expression soft but serious. "That’s like asking if I get tired of breathing."

And how could you argue with that?

One evening, as he lay with his head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair, the warmth between you both filling the space.

"You know," you teased softly, "you’re kind of obsessed with me."

Marc opened one eye, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Is that a bad thing?"

You shook your head, heart swelling. "No. It’s… kind of amazing."

He reached up, fingers intertwining with yours. "Good," he murmured. "Because I’m not planning on stopping."

Marc's gaze lingered on you, soft but intense, as though you were the only thing in the world worth looking at. There was something almost adoring in his stare, a mix of awe and admiration, like he couldn’t quite believe he was lucky enough to be this close to you.

It was the kind of look that made you feel like you were the center of his universe, and for a moment, it was hard to remember a time when anyone had ever looked at you with such pure, unwavering devotion.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably because, honestly, it was hard not to melt under that gaze.

The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the city outside. Your heart raced, the weight of his gaze never leaving you. You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips.

He sat up, a shameless grin on his face. "Because you’re you."

And before you could think, his lips were on yours, soft but eager.

The kiss was slow at first, hesitant, as though he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your hands cupping his face, pulling him closer.

Marc’s hands found your waist, and you could feel the tension in his body, as though he was holding back. But you wanted more, wanted to feel everything he was offering.

You deepened the kiss, your lips parting, and he followed, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your back. It was as though the rest of the world melted away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the middle of your couch.

Marc pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I’ll never get tired of this," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"You better not," you murmured, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, but your heart was full. And in that moment, you realized that this, all of this, was exactly what you wanted. Marc, his love, his obsession, it was all worth it.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as though he couldn’t stop himself. And you didn’t want him to.

After that, the two of you just lay there in a comfortable silence, the warmth between you two wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Marc’s head was still nestled in your lap, his eyes half closed as you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

The weight of his gaze, despite his relaxed posture, was still there, lingering on you.

"So, what now?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper as you traced the outline of his jaw with your fingertips.

Marc didn’t answer right away, as though he was savoring the moment, or maybe he was just lost in his own thoughts. He shifted slightly, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you a little closer.

"Now," he said, his voice low and soft, "we just stay like this for a while. No rush, no need for talking. Just… you and me."

You smiled down at him, your heart swelling with how much you cared about him. "I like that idea," you murmured, adjusting your position slightly so you were more comfortable, your hand resting gently on his chest.

He let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers brushing lightly against your side. "I could stay like this forever."

You laughed softly, but the sound was full of affection. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Marc’s eyes flickered up at you, that lazy smile spreading across his face once more. "Impossible?" he echoed, an eyebrow raising teasingly. "Is that what you think of me?"

You rolled your eyes, but it was all playful. "No," you admitted, "just… a little intense sometimes."

He laughed quietly, his thumb running over your wrist in slow circles. "I can’t help it," he murmured. "You bring out this… this thing in me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Obsessed, huh?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "I guess I’m okay with that."

Marc gave you a grin that was equal parts charming and mischievous. "You should be. You're pretty great to be obsessed with."

You shook your head, laughing softly at his teasing tone. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the best."

For a moment, there was silence again, the peaceful kind that came from being so close to someone you cared about deeply.

It felt effortless, just being there, in each other’s company, no need for extravagant gestures or anything else.

You could feel Marc’s breath against your skin as he shifted slightly, settling deeper into the warmth of your lap.

After a while, Marc spoke again, his voice quiet but sincere. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, you know?"

You tilted your head, looking down at him curiously. "Like what?"

His fingers tightened slightly around yours, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the emotion behind his words. "Like I don’t ever want to let go. Like, when I’m with you, everything else just… fades."

You could feel the weight of his words settle in your chest, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. There was something incredibly raw in the way he spoke, something that made your heart skip a beat.

"Marc," you whispered, your voice soft but filled with emotion. "You don’t ever have to let go. I’m right here."

Marc’s eyes softened, the intensity in his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. "I know," he said quietly. "And I plan to keep it that way."

You couldn’t help but smile, your thumb gently brushing over the back of his hand. "Good."

The room fell into a quiet lull again, but this time, the silence felt different. It was warm, filled with unspoken affection, as you both laid there, content in each other’s company.

The world outside didn’t matter, not when you had this, when you had each other.

Marc let out a soft sigh, his head tilting slightly so he could look up at you with an almost lazy fondness. "You make me feel like I’m home," he said quietly. "Like, no matter where we are, as long as I’m with you, it’s all right."

The words hit you harder than you expected. You weren’t sure how to respond, but you didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said everything, and all you could do was pull him closer, your hand resting on the side of his face.

"I feel the same way," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but sincere.

Marc smiled then, a soft, gentle smile that made your heart swell. "I’m glad."

He closed his eyes again, his breathing evening out as he settled back into your lap. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart, and for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at peace.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" you asked, breaking the silence with a small smile, hoping to keep the mood light and easy.

Marc shrugged lazily, his arm draping across your waist. "I don’t know. Whatever you want to do."

You thought about it for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "How about more of this?"

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I think that sounds perfect."

And just like that, everything felt right. You didn’t need anything else. Just him, just this, and the promise of whatever came next.

And maybe, you were a little obsessed with him too.

[kireilien]

OMG OMG OMG OMG I just read your &team 02z x reader x enhypen 02z and I LOVED it can you pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease write a foursome for jungwon jo and yuma x reader

hi anon!!!! yes ofc!!!!! this is such an unexpected trio … lemme cook hold on lemme cook can u guys blow this one up like 02z

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; bsfs!04z, softer dom!04z, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, mention of sunghoon and ni-ki, foursome, casual sex talk-ish? not as much as 02z, double penetration, ass play, lube use, oral (m receiving), face fucking, praise, unprotected sex

i like writing about experimental bsfs a little tew much.....

but listen. yuma, jungwon, and jo are all of your closest friends. you tell everything to each other. literally everything. even down to the pros and cons of all of your hookup and make them act it out with you as you show them what your hookup did. that type of everything. so, when you admit that you needed some dick, they’re obviously gonna entertain that. 

“well, when was the last time you hooked up with someone, y/n?” jungwon hums, not looking up from his phone screen. you take a second to think, “oh fuck. i think last year? at sunghoon’s and ni-ki’s joint birthday.” all three of the men spring up, whipping their head to look at you. “you really haven’t gotten any dick since last year? y/n, we’re almost half way into the year?” yuma chokes on his midway sip of water. 

jungwon’s phone was dropped out of his hands as jo’s mouth is ajar. “really?” jo places a hand on your shoulder as he continues, “... do you want us to help you?” your eyes narrow at him, jo frantically explains, “o–only if you want to, y’know.” 

a foursome with your best friends? 

when you haven’t had dick in months?

i mean… 

you can’t really go back now when yuma’s cock presses at your asshole after an egregious amount of lube when you never let any other of your hookups or boyfriends fuck your asshole before. yuma groans when you suck him and bottom himself full. his tip is deep, his hands are palming at your ass fat.

“shit– y/n– you’re so fucking tight–!” yuma curses as he throws his head back. you whine as you look back at him, torso back onto the couch, “i’ve never– done anal– before–!” the bottom of your stomach is already tight, reeling into the fullness. jo’s large palms take in your waist as he settles down, pressing his cock at your pussy.

“gonna go in– ‘kay?” you hum at jo’s gentleness. as his tip nestles into you, you whimper, “t’ full…” jungwon cups your face, pushing your hair out your face, “s’okay, you can do well for us, right?” nodding, jungwon practically feeds his cock past your lips, humming once more, “just feel good. this is f’ you.” his hands run on your jaw as all of them start to move.

all of them are carefully looking at your movements. after all, this was for you. providing their cocks was a favor for you not getting your sexual need, right?

yuma was the first to fold.

he can’t lie and not say your ass felt good. he was the first one stretching you out after all! your ass was perfectly tight, wrapping around his cock, the way your ass stretches out perfectly at his base, the lube turning a milky white from the clear by how much he’s fucked you back down on his cock. you cant blame him for holding down your hips and fucking his cock up in you.

jungwon was the next one.

your sweet little mouth wrapped around him so well, unable to take his cock by months of it not getting stretched out to take any cock. the way your tongue soothed over each vein, spit messily lining it from base to tip, and your moans getting suffocated back down to your throat– making vibrations around his cock– felt so good. you can’t blame him for snaking his fingers in your scalp to fuck that tip over and over at the back of your throat.

then jo finally caved in.

aching, messy, little pussy creaming him like a dog in heat, his hitched moans and groans were saying everything for him. biting down his lip, his brain is turning foggy by how you’re clenching on him– it makes his thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t. for example wanting to fuck this pussy for himself without the other two, or even cumming inside creaming you until you were full. but thats selfish. you can’t blame him for thinking that, though. his cock is kissing at your cervix repeatedly it was natural for him to think that.

when you cum, it was almost automatic that they did too. jo tries his best to slip himself out to lightly jerk his painfully hard cock onto your stomach, painting your belly all white in different directions. jungwon spurts himself all over your tongue to eventually guide his tip to line your lips, making him to pull on your chin to see his art piece. yuma selfishly plugs his cock in your ass deeper than ever to make sure he creampies your ass till his cock is empty and flaccid, wanting you get the “full experience” of anal.

so the question stands.

is this just a for-you-not-getting-dick-in-five-months sort of situation?

or is this a gonna-start-doing-this-five-times-a-month sort of deal?

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[swagyalastorwife]

Jealous!hazbin hotel x reader + first kiss 😠❤️

Author notes: hiiii guysss (^-^)/ so I decided to combine the query and the result of the votes I'm sorry if there is any spelling I'm sick 😷 I hope you like it , and send me a message if you want a specific fanfiction (^.^)(^-^)/❤️ requests are open !!!! And i will do a part 2 too ❤️🫶

part 2 Here!!!

Warning: nothing

Charlie🌈

◇Charlie loved you so much but she never dared to confess her feelings, she doesn't know why but there is something in you that intimidates her, maybe your beautiful eyes or your hair or your voice that she could listen all day without stopping no matter she loves you to the point that she could spend hours listing everything she loves about you.

but one day there was this new fisherman at the hotel and she found him too close to you yes much too close but she decided not to pay attention to that until one day she saw you laughing with this stupid fisherman and she couldn't help but feel bad and sad and you realized it so in the evening you decided to go see her in her room

"knock knock"

"charlie is everything okay? I come in"

" hey hi what are you doing here I didn't expect to see you I thought you were with (Jeremy) " she said his name with disgust

" no I was worried about you, and I was right what's happening lately I feel like we're drifting apart"

"maybe it's because of Jeremy who you keep talking to, you don't even spend time with me anymore"

" wait charlie don't tell me you're jealous of him?"

"no it's just that I like spending time with you and to be honest mmh yes I'm jealous yn because you see I...I really really love since day one and I..."

you couldn't help but interrupt her and take her in your bars while delicately placing your lips on hers and you whispered in her ear

"i love you too, and don't worry i'll never leave you again my love".

Vaggie❌️

♤From the first time she laid eyes on you she fell madly in love with you, she wanted you next to her, she wanted to protect you. vaggie is someone who quickly becomes jealous so believe me when I tell you that the time you decided to make her jealous was a bad thing yes very bad. you were chatting with à demon a feeling of rage invaded her entire body and he couldn't help but grab you by the arme and bring you back to the hotel lobby, which was empty at that moment.

"hey vaggie what's going on? "

"vaggie nothing it's just I uh shit I love you I love you and seeing you laughing and having a good time with this idiot makes me crazy" you laugh "my vaggie you know it's not worth putting yourself in such a state" you approached her and kissed her delicately on the mouth

Angel dust🕸

♡Omg you are the only person who really understands him and who was able to help him believe in the fact that he could become better and seeing you so close that someone else would literally break his heart he would never get over it. He saw you laughing with this demon, he felt empty and sad and unfortunately you didn't notice it until the evening. while you called angel to go eat you saw his beautiful face filled with tears and you said to him

" hey angel what's wrong "

nothing nothing I'm ok

" angel I know you and I know when something is wrong please tell me we usually tell each other everything "," listen you know you are everything to me you are the only person who understands me and for who I really matter so here I am I really love you more than anything in the world " he approaches you and kisses you, he captures your lips in a passionate and at the same time sweet kiss

Alastor🦌

☆Alastor him being jealous pfffff impossible that's what he said to himself before meeting you he found you so perfect you were the only person who knew how to attract his intention, your voice so sweet your beautiful face that's what pleased the radio demon, so one day when he saw you with a voxtech phone in your hand he didn't know how to keep calm he grabbed you by the arms taking care not to hurt you snatched the phone from your hand without saying anything then whispered in your ears

"you know my dear you are a person for who I have appreciation and respect so for your own good I would advise you not to do this again, you are mine and mine alone understood? "

then he places a sweet kiss on your lips and leaves you alone with your thoughts

Husk🍻

♧The first time he saw you he immediately saw something in you that he hadn't seen in anyone else, it may be linked to the fact that he loves you more than anything so one day while you were talking with angel he started flirting with you like he usually does with everyone so you decided to join in his game which made our cat angry 😠 in the evening while everyone was going to bed you decided to go down and have a last drink with husk but this time he seemed a little colder than usual "hey husk what's wrong?" "nothing, drink your drink and leave me alone"

"what but why what is there?"

"angel do you like him?"

"what no fuck he's my best friend ever I could.... wait a second don't tell me you're jealous husk"

"No , never "

"yes ...yes" you said with a big smile on your lips seeing how much husk was blushing "you know I don't like Angel but you... I like you a lot husk" he looked at you in shock he didn't know what to say anymore so you leaned over the counter and kissed him

sir pentious🐍

□Ohhh he is ready to do anything for you he literally sees you as a god he loves you more than anything so one evening when he saw you flirting with someone for fun his little snake heart broke in two and he was going to hide in his room with those eggs until you noticed his absence:

" hey can I come in, pentious where are you are you ok ?"

"ho y/n it's you my dear yes ... yes everything is fine"

"you're lying I know you, tell me what's wrong"

" This person you were flirting with today did you like them?"

"no at all why?"

" Well to be honest it reassures me because I like you a lot "your heart skipped a beat he was so cute you grabbed him in your bars and kissed him I can tell you that after this kiss he never let you alone

Lucifer🦆

●His little tiny heart is breaking, poor boy he loves you so much and just being away from you is driving him crazy

so see you with another demon literally kills him so he will do everything to try to get you back and avoid losing the person he loves the most ,the person who was able to overcome this depression and who is always there for him so yes he loves you more than anything and no one will be able to take you from him so one day he took his courage and told :

"you listen y/n I really really love you you are everything to me you are the person who took care of me when I was so bad there was no one except you so I am no longer afraid to tell you I love you I love you more than anything and seeing you with another demon makes me sick I want you by my side always and..." you took him in your arms and kissed the king with so much love and sweetness

ho if you knew how he loves you❤️❤️

I hope you like iiit ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i maybe, if you like it , i will do a part 2 ＼(_ _)

[acatnamedpusheen]

2:04AM

(Javier Peña x fem!reader)

Smut with barely any plot

Word count: ~1.8K

Summary: You meet Javier at a bar after a breakup and you agree you're in need of a quick fuck as much as he is

Warnings: Smut 18+, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v (as if I'll ever write anything different), mentions of alcohol and smoking, English not being my first language, no mentions of y/n

A/N: So umm as you might be guessing, I started watching Narcos and let me tell you I came purely for Pedro but stayed for literally everything else! I thought I'd never enjoy it but omg I'm obsessed I'm almost done with S1! And yes I know I'm 10 years late to this... Anyways, Peña can have me any way he wants as many times as he wants and wherever he wants. I haven't written a fic so effortlessly since the days I was simping over my fave kpop boys, hope you like it, it was purely self indulgent btw. Also heyyy this is my first Pedro fanfic and I somehow wrote it just in time for his birthday? If that's not destiny... (jk I need to be locked away)

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His hands were big and rough on your body. Your skin smooth and soft against his touch as he undressed you.

Hurriedly, desperately.

Your own hands mirroring his, trying to open the buttons of his tight shirt, as his lips were attacking your neck.

-

You only met him an hour ago at the bar you'd picked to get wasted after another breakup. This one hurt a lot you had to admit. You thought you'd finally found the one but you had been quick to judge within the span of half a year.

Turns out you'd only found yourself nothing but a liar and a cheater who had been hooking up with his ex all while acting like a good boyfriend to you.

You shot a death glare at the rather handsome man that approached you with a drink on the counter.

"Not interested." your voice was stern and you didn't even care to take a better glance at him as you downed another shot.

"Cheater?" was it so obvious by the way you were sitting alone hoping to get drunk enough to forget even temporarily what had happened, or was he just really good at reading people?

His simple question caused you to turn your head back to him as you scoffed. And only then did you really notice how good looking he really was under the dim lights of the bar. With his button up shirt that hugged his toned body just right, his slightly tanned skin and that mustache that adorned his handsome face.

"Let me guess, you're just looking for a quick fuck, aren't you?" the look of disgust never leaving your features.

"I'm not gonna pretend or promise you anything else. So if you're up for it, just let me know and I'll get us back to my place in no time." completely unfazed by your state of heartbreak he let you know his intentions as if making a deal of some sort.

His eyes stayed on you through his glass as he took a sip of his own drink waiting for an answer before trying his luck elsewhere.

This would be wrong that was for sure, but maybe due to the alcohol running through your system and how irresistible this man looked, your mind quickly reached the conclusion that it could infact be the best revenge. A way to feel like you were getting back at that shitty person you now called your ex. And since he'd probably never know about this, it all was just leaning towards pure temporary self indulgence.

"Okay." your voice barely contained any emotion as you reached for that man's forearm just when he was ready to turn around and leave, eyes already on his next target. Although surprised, he didn't say another word. With his hand on the small of your back he walked you out of that bar.

-

"I don't think I caught your name." you pointed out as his mouth left your neck and traveled to your newly exposed breasts, sending a wave of heat down to your core.

"Javier. And you, sweetheart?" you both had been so desperate to just fuck your problems away you didn't even know each other's names.

He hummed against your skin upon hearing your name, your fingers threaded in his hair holding him close, as he walked you backwards until you reached the foot of his bed. Sharing a messy kiss you shuffled further up on the sheets that had the exact same scent as him, sweet with a hint of tobacco.

All your clothes were long gone by that time. Neither of you caring to make the moment you'd see one another naked for the first time, intimate.

This wasn't about intimacy.

It certainly never had been for Javier. All he wanted was to blow some steam off. It would either be some whore he'd pick up from his favorite place, or someone random from the bar, like you.

You, who he was relieved to see weren't seeking any comfort in his arms. Sure, you knew straight away what it was that he wanted, yet your very recent breakup could easily lead you to believe the man whose hungry lips were traveling down your bare torso, would make you feel whole again.

You were expecting him to simply thrust into you, fuck you to oblivion and get it over with. And that's why a loud gasp escaped your lips when his came in contact with your folds.

"Relax sweetheart, gonna have to get you ready for me."

He could have just chosen to slip two fingers in you and pump a few times, to get you ready. Instead he chose to eat you out. Why? Because deep down Javier was highly competitive.

He didn't know who your ex was, hell he didn't even know you, but he was determined to prove that he could make you fall apart better than anyone, first on his tongue, then his dick.

And that's exactly what he did.

His tongue messed with your folds before slowly, carefully, sliding all the way to your clit and exploring the area around it. His hands found their place on your hip bones, just in time to hold you still when he finally came in contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He alternated between sliding across and lightly sucking it, making you see stars, eliciting sounds of pleasure that had him humming in satisfaction against you, which only added to the sensation.

Your hands where firmly gripping his brown hair, as you grinded against his face, back arching with yet another wanton moan.

"Bet that asshole of yours never had you like this." his voice was muffled. Lifting his gaze he made eye contact, his actions never ceasing, while a hand snaked down between your thighs and two of his digits massaged your entrance. Your arousal coated them enough to allow them to slide in with ease as his name fell from your lips in the form of a sigh.

"Javier..."

He was right. As much as you were embarrassed to admit that a random stranger from a bar with whom you casually hooked up, was better at eating you out than your own boyfriend of six months, that was the truth. And if he had you on the edge of heaven just with his tongue, you were more than curious to see his skills with his dick.

It wasn't long before you sensed your orgasm nearing and that's when you lightly pushed Javier, notifying him that you wanted him to stop his ministrations.

Despite being too lost between your folds, fingers still curling in and out of you at a leisurely pace, he was quick to halt his actions and shoot you a worried look.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I just feel like I'm all ready for you now." your gaze was filled with lust, your breath still a bit heavy, as you pushed yourself off the sheets to meet Javier's lips in a hungry kiss. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, you urged him to move until you were straddling his lap.

Without breaking the kiss you moved your hips and let his dick slide in-between your folds, earning a grunt from the man underneath you.

"Don't tease now, honey." he broke the kiss, gripping your hips to hold them still, only to start moving his own and take the upper hand in what you initiated. "I thought we both wanted the same thing."

"A quick fuck?" you tried to gather your thoughts while he kept sliding against you, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit. "Because it did seem like you were taking your time with me."

"I didn't see you complain about it." his voice was stained. He was desperately holding back more sounds, not wanting to make you think that he wasn't the one in control even for a second.

"There was no reason to do that." the subtle praise that left your lips had his dick twitching, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "But I would greatly appreciate if you could just go on and fuck me now, Javier."

And that's all it took for him to lift you up and let you line yourself up with him, before he was forcefully thrusting into you. The stretch forced a guttural moan out of you that mixed with his deep groan.

He wasted no time in setting a quick pace, reminding both of you how desperately you were chasing that high. Hands still digging into the skin of your hips, he was guiding you on and off him, the angle allowing his tip to hit a spot deep inside you.

The sight was animalistic, filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with your lewd noises.

He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls kept fluttering around him. But so was he, his pace was beginning to falter and that's when he moved one hand from your hips to press his thumb on your already worked up clit.

"Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he was barely holding on, yet still wanted to have the upper hand, to see you being the one to fall apart first.

Javier's words seemed to be the perfect push you needed to reach your climax. Vision going white as his and god's name were the only two things you were capable of saying as he kept fucking you through it until he halted his own movements with a deep groan, savouring his own orgasm.

You were still panting when you rolled off him to lay on your back. Eyes fixed on the ceiling as he reached for a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it up and taking a puff.

"You can stay the night if you want." he broke the silence once he saw you move in search of your scattered clothes.

Eyes instantly on him, surprised by his proposition, you watched as he released a hazy cloud of smoke with a deep exhale. You couldn't exactly deny spending a few more hours with the man who just gave you the best sex you've had in a while.

As if reading your thoughts he continued. "The bathroom's on the first door to your right. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"Some water would be great." you said, panties in hand, to which he simply replied with a wink as he sat up and tapped the cigarette over the ashtray.

"And just so you know" he stopped you midway out the room, a smirk creeping into his features.

"That motherfucker of yours clearly didn't know what he was missing."

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[gingersxng]

Cuddles With YUNGI

pairing: f!reader x Yunho x Mingi

Genre: fluff

Notes: poly relationship kinda, soft bears yungi, everyone’s naked, lots of cuddles, kissing, love talk, touching, spooning, protective boyfriends, so much love!

a/n: late night thoughts, i literally can’t stop thinking about late night cuddles with these big teddy bears:( you would feel so safe in their arms omg I wanna cry.

Words: 412

imagine cuddling with Yunho and Mingi. all three of you squeezed together under the warm big cover feeling each other’s body heaths.

to have them nuzzling their heads in the crook of your neck smelling your sweet scent of your body lotion, they’re getting more relaxed and you feel so safe in their arms.

to have Yunho placing small soft kisses along your neck and collarbone while he whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you by his side, it makes your heart race.

meanwhile Mingi hugs you a little tighter pressing you against his big chest tracing his hand up and down along your bare hips and thighs, feeling the softness of your skin.

to let everything be quiet for a while and just enjoy the moment there and then, no needs.

to have them rolling you over onto your back and watching you with big eyes, giving you warm smiles filled only with their love for you and you only. you’re their everything. you’re giving them a smile back and giving them both a kiss, their soft lips fits perfectly with your own.

your hands finds their way to Mingis hair, making it messy, he places his big hands on your warm big cheeks. you’re having deep eye contact with him and he breaks the kiss to tell you all the small things he adores about you, he ends up with a smile.

Yunhos hands are now drawing small circles on your stomach, goosebumps appear on your skin at the tingling feeling. he’s kissing you passionately, you both having your eyes closed. you can feel his heartbeat when you place your hand on his naked chest, you giggle into the kiss and it suddenly beats faster.

to have their hands all over your body as you’re slowly drifting off to sleep, your eyelids are getting heavy. they wrap their arms around you and put their legs over yours to be as close to you as possible, they love the feeling of protecting you.

to have them whispering a “goodnight our angel” to you when you’ve fallen asleep cause they don’t want to wake you up, both kissing your temple and falls asleep shortly right after you. your head lays on top of one of their chests, the breathing motion calms you down.

oh to be in their embrace must be the most dreamy feeling, you’d be on cloud nine for sure.

[xotication]

idc what anyone says, i lowk feel like kaneki is such a slut, & he doesn’t even realize it.

like he’ll send you shirtless pics when he wakes up but he means no harm. he just wakes up that way & stretches his arm out to snap a quick pic. you’ll NEVER complain but it’s just so mmm. what’s more is that he doesn’t even think he has a great body or anything, but you drool over every picture.

when you sleep over at his house, he always wakes up before you so he can cook the two of you a nice lil breakfast.. it’s just that when you walk in & see him with no shirt & black sweats hangin from his v line, you damn near drop to the ground. he looks so fucken good with his hair shaggy & his lil puffy sleepy eyes nd swollen lips. you could DIE for this man.

omg nd when he showers, he’ll wrap the towel around his waist & not even like tuck it in. he’s just loosely holding it nd his hands look soso pretty. plus he doesn’t mind if you’re in the room or not.. he’s gonna get changed. & don’t get me started. HIS BACKKKK?! it’s not huge or anything but it’s just nice to look at; the way that his shoulder blades move nd everything. you’ll never feel ashamed for snapping a pic of it either.

when you guys go out, he will not keep his hands off of you. especially if you’re wearing a dress or a skirt..? his full attention is on you. not even just because you look good, but bc he’s making sure that shit doesn’t ride up in the slightest. if it does? he’s wasting no time in running his hands down your body & pulling it down. & he’ll give you a “be mindful, sweetheart. there’s people around” AAAHHHH!!!

you just melt at this. because deep down you know you don’t have to be mindful of shit. his eyes are on you like a fucken hawk. don’t even think abt leaving his line of sight.

kaneki also can never pull you in for a kiss normally?! like when he wants it, he’ll get it. he fucken grabs you by the neck nd pulls you in for one. either that or he’ll lift your chin up & then let his hand rest on your neck. it’s so dwkfjeksk. your mind goes hazy.

one thing abt him is that you literally don’t have to do anything but breathe around him. you’ll be trying to open a water bottle, he’ll come & open it for you. someone’ll ask you a question & he’ll answer it for you. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you. you’re tired? he’ll carry you to the bed. going out with friends? he’s putting your socks nd shoes on for you. he’s quite literally told you “when you’re with me, you barely have to think baby” like HELLO?! stop that.

also unpopular belief but. he SENDS YOU NUT VIDS!!! like he’ll outwardly tell you he’s horny bc he doesn’t gaf abt tmi. your his partner nd 1,000% the reason he’s feeling that way anyway. so he’ll be sitting pretty in front of his mirror, making the most prettiest noises too. nd he’ll send that shit to you like it’s nothing.

“fuck y/n” “you’re so fucking pretty baby” “making me feel so good— shit” “can’t wait to touch you— gonna fucken cum”

LIKE?!?! i need to stop. i’m fainting.

ugh. i could go on & ON about this man but i’ll leave it here.

[ravenslvt]

i immediately hit the follow button after i read the hot brother series omg i love it 😭😭😭

by any chance could you ride sub!suna (this literally living in my brain rot omg) being all sensitive and overstimulated while his s/o domming him?? 😃😃

☆ sub!suna rintaro x f!reader ☆

cw: smut! riding! sub!suna! oral m receiving! unprotected sex!

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your boyfriend is just so needy!

rintaro was panting, clear beads of sweat rolling down his brow as your hand teases his ragingly hard cock.

you’ve barely even touched him too! you spent almost half an hour just teasing him over his pants while a movie played in the background in your living room.

you graciously gave him a small amount of relief, releasing him from his straining boxers. and the obvious wet stain on the front of his pants.

you expertly pump his cock, thumb coming up to tease his slit, making him buck up into you every time and hiss. you giggle every time he tries rutting more into you for more pleasure.

his brows were furrowed, eyes glued to your small hand in comparison to his big veiny cock. he just wanted to be inside you so bad!

"p-please" he whines, trying his hardest not to cum all over your hand, knowing you'd either stop or discipline him. he looks at you with a pout, bringing a hand to your exposed thigh. you swat it away.

"so needy, baby. can't you take what i give you?" you match him with a fake pout, thumb teasingly digging into his slit, making him whine more. he shakes his head.

"m'gonna cum if you keep going and i don't wanna till m'inside you." his voice is needy and desperate, but he frowns when your hand stops.

you take pity on the man. you’ve been teasing him for so long and he was just too cute to deny.

you place yourself on your knees in between his strong thighs in front of him, tongue instantly coming out to lick up his cock. the salty taste of his pearly precum only egged you on.

you focus on his tip first, knowing that’s where he was most sensitive. your tongue swirls around his head while his fingers dug into his thighs, fighting the urge to grab your hair.

finally, you take him in your mouth fully, practically gagging on his length as he moans out at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. you clench your thighs together to soothe the heat between them.

your eyes never left his as you bob your head up and down his cock, his reactions to your touch making you wet.

his hips unconsciously rut upward into your mouth. in response you pull off of him completely. his eyes widen.

“f-fuck i’m sorry- please!” he ruts up into nothing, missing the feeling of you around him.

you squint your eyes at him, relishing in the pink flush of his cheeks. your boyfriend is just so hot, you couldn’t help but feel needy too. he gets nervous when you stand up, thinking you’re about to leave him on the edge.

“take your shirt off.” you tell him. in a second he was left completely naked on the couch, while you still had on all of your clothes.

you place yourself on his lap, his cock slapping against his stomach while he stares up at you expectingly.

you reach down to kiss him, his hands immediately taking purchase in your hair to bring you closer. his hips stutter when the fabric of your skirt accidentally drags against his hard on. you smile into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling away. he tries chasing your lips, but you push his shoulders back against the couch.

you painfully slowly push your pretty panties to the side, rubbing his tip up and down your soaked folds. his head rolls back at just the feeling of your heat, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you.

“w-want you to fuck me so bad” he groans out your name when you line him up with your entrance. you slowly sink yourself onto his cock, sighing when he’s fully inside. you'd never get used to how deliciously he stretched you out.

it takes everything in him not to cum instantly. of course you notice.

“if you cum, i’m not touching you for a week.” you warn, bringing your hips up then slamming back down onto him. he moans, hands gripping at your waist as he nods profusely.

you ride him until he’s panting intensely, the grip on your waist almost bruising. you knew he was holding back an orgasm, but he was so cute begging to cum.

your hands go from his neck, to his strong shoulders, to his chest, squeezing and feeling your boyfriend up. his body was just so heavenly, so clear how well he took care of himself.

“you’re so pretty, rin.” you giggle, leaning down to kiss his neck, sucking marks into his sensitive skin. he groans when you bite down on him, cock pulsing inside of you.

“please, baby. wanna cum so bad. feels so f-fucking good i’m gonna-“ he looses himself in your pussy, hips rutting up to meet yours halfway. you let out a moan when his tip kisses your cervix, head falling onto his shoulder.

“don’t cum till i do. okay?” you try to regain your composure, but the way rintaro was pumping into you was making you dizzy. he nods, face screwing up as he focuses so hard on trying not to coat your walls white on the spot.

you bring your hand to your clit, playing and rubbing it until you’re clenching around him.

“s-so big, rin. m’gonna cum.” you whine, bouncing faster on his cock, making him moan. the way you were squeezing him so tight made his eyes squeeze shut, not letting himself cum until you told him so.

you continue rolling your hips against his through your orgasm, heavy breaths as you grip your boyfriends shoulders.

“please please please i’m gonna-“ he pants. you could see the way tears pathetically welded up in his eyes.

“you can cum, baby.” you pant out, slamming onto his cock. he whimpers as his hips spasm, rutting so hard into you as he cums into you for what you felt like was a minute straight. his seed leaking out of your cunt.

after what felt like the best orgasm of his life, he opens his eyes, grabbing the back of your head to bring you in for a kiss.

“god, you’re the fucking best.” he husks out, voice low and fucked out. you peck his nose, giggling at him.

a/n: thank you sm for this request! i’ve been obsessed with suna lately. i loooved this prompt. took it a little off course but hope you like it still!

[folkwhoreberry]

I've a request for Percy Jackson as punishment for you deleting your drafts, something where Percy does little things for the reader? For example, drying her hair after she gets out of the shower, putting food on her plate, small and simple things, but things very cute😊↕️🤍

Mr. Jackson To Your Service

percy jackson x reader

or... the one where you’re obsessed with capri sun

word count : 969

warning : none omg who would believe that, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : you & I by one direction

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lunch time.

who would’ve thought that getting hundreds of hungry teenagers with powers in one place is a good idea?

either way, it is what it is and you’re not planning on starving. but fate has other plans for you, like having the scary ares kids standing in front of your favourite food, blocking your path.

and that’s how you ended up sitting in a corner table with percy, your plate only carrying a few pieces of veggies with a side of capri sun.

“why don’t you have anything on your plate, angel?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion as he saw how little food you had on your plate. “uhh, ‘m not really hungry.” you mumbled, tossing one of the veggie pieces around your plate with your fork.

percy tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “not hungry? I thought I saw you eating an entire pizza two days ago, no problem. what happened to that appetite of yours?”

you shrugged, poking at the broccoli. “I guess today’s just one of those days.”

he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “are you sure it’s not because you’re avoiding the ares kids? I mean, you did seem pretty eager to steer clear of them.”

you snorted. “it’s not that bad, percy. they’re just… uh, intimidating. doesn’t help that they think they’re better than everyone else.” you took a sip of your capri sun, trying to act casual.

percy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “right. I’m gonna go get you something, angel.” he said, getting up before you can even react, leaving you sitting there, your face dumbfounded.

after a few minutes, he came back with a plate full of pasta with the white sauce, and yet another capri sun. just like he had promised.

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after the long day of activities, you finally made your way back to your cabin, completely drained. after a quick shower, you wrapped yourself in your towel and stepped out, only to see percy waiting in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall.

“you okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when he noticed your wet hair. “need a hand with that, princess?”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled. “really? you’re gonna stand there like you’re some kind of hair stylist?”

“well, I mean, I have a lot of experience handling water,” he said, gesturing toward himself. “being the son of poseidon and all. so, yeah. I think I can help.”

you raised an eyebrow. “are you seriously gonna dry my hair for me?”

percy gave a dramatic sigh, as if you were making him perform some kind of great sacrifice. “I mean, I guess I have no choice now.” he paused. “unless you want to go to bed with wet hair. then I’ll leave you to your doom.”

you giggled, rolling your eyes again, but agreed. “fine. do your worst, seaweed brain.”

a few minutes later, you were sitting on your bed while percy wielded a hairdryer like he was in the middle of some grand mission. he was being unreasonably serious about it, and it took everything in you not to laugh at his overly focused expression.

“you know, percy,” you said in an exaggerated voice, “I feel like I’m in the presence of greatness right now.”

“you should,” he said without missing a beat. “I’m literally the best at this. I should add ‘professional hairdryer wielder’ to my resume.”

you couldn’t help it anymore, bursting into laughter. “you’re ridiculous.”

he grinned, proud of himself. “and don’t you forget it. all in a day’s work, saving the world and drying your hair. I’m a multitasker.”

when he finally finished, he gave a small bow, proud of his work. “there you go. all set, angel.”

you looked at your reflection in the mirror, surprised at how good your hair looked—no frizz, no mess. percy had somehow managed to do a better job than you could’ve hoped. “wow, you’re actually good at this.”

“told you,” he said, giving you a playful wink.

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you were heading to mr. d’s office to complain about something when you spotted percy walking towards you, looking way too smug for his own good.

“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in twine. “I made something for you.”

you took it from him, unwrapping it carefully. inside was a tiny wooden necklace, the pendant shaped like a trident with delicate waves etched into the surface. it was small but thoughtful, and your heart skipped a beat.

“percy, you actually made this?” you asked, your voice soft.

“yep. I thought it might be… kind of cool? and, you know, I’m getting pretty good with a knife.” he scratched the back of his neck, his usual cocky grin replaced by a slight blush. “I know it’s not the best thing in the world, but… I thought you might like it.”

you were completely speechless for a moment, your heart swelling. “percy, it’s perfect. I love it.” you carefully slid the necklace around your neck, admiring it for a moment. “thank you.”

“well, you know… anything for you,” he said, his voice softening, and for a second, he looked so uncharacteristically sincere that it made your heart flutter. “I’d do anything to make you smile.”

“you already do,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “yeah, angel? I do?” he said with a smirk, making you him and nod.

“well, what else can I do to make you smile, m’lady?” he teased, putting one of his hands behind his back as he held your hand in his other, bowing down jokingly as he gave you a kiss on the back of your hand, just over your knuckles.

“mmhh.. get me a capri sun.”

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a/n : hi hello I am currently craving capri sun but unfortunately it costs 0.5$ and I do NOT have that kind of money to spend in the school cafeteria💔