#on the one hand i'm up at 4am and not tired so i can keep working. on the other hand i don't have an excuse to stop working and sleep :3

[colonthreedotexe]

my greatest superpower and my biggest curse: i don't get sleepy no matter how tired i get :P

[myunghology]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!

pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)

tw none.. i think IDK

a/n — YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all

✧ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tired— and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.

But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.

Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?

You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!

Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.

He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.

The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?

He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelaces— which you didn't even notice that was untied.

When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.

The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.

The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy him— luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.

✧ — LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR

Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.

The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.

This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.

The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.

He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."

And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.

Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting you— even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.

It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.

To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys

Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely melts— and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)

"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..

Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.

✧ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.

Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself

Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.

But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishment— maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.

He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?

So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.

The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.

Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..

They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.

Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.

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[pricegouge]

horny knee-tattoo offerring...

ive had insomnia all this week and its super frustrating, bc you're tired but cant turn your brain off enough to sleep and its hard to physically tire yourself out at 4am yknow? maybe reader's 141 boy (any or all of em, its ur world babe) wakes up in the middle of the night and sees how frustrated and miserable their partner is, tossing and turning, doomscrolling, counting down the dwindling hours till their work alarm is due to go off, and they take it upon themself to fuck their partner to sleep. not just one round, no, orgasm after orgasm, squirting over the sheets, crying from tired frustration and then relief, till they fall asleep stuffed full around a cock. their boy(s) carefully get them all cleaned up and tucked back in the sheets dead asleep <3

i hope ur tattoo goes well! whatcha gettin 👀

Hii 💛

I went with Price cause I'm a simp

(also I'm getting Mothra)

cw: reader has a pussy which is referred to with fem terms, but no gendered pronouns for them. daddy kink (sorry). squirting. implied (non negotiated) somno. John's POV.

He's not expecting the glow of artificial light permeating the room when he opens his eyes in the dead of night, though by now he supposes he really should be.

You've been struggling to sleep for weeks now, the unhelpful sleep aids and your own frustration creating a bad feedback loop which left you tossing and turning into the early hours of morning when you would usually slink off downstairs to try your luck on the couch, leaving your side of the bed cold and empty.

It simply wouldn't do.

"Trouble sleeping, sweetheart?" His voice is rough with his own grogginess, sawing through the still of the night with enough force make you jolt, nerves shot with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Am I keeping you awake?"

He grabs after you when you begin to shift out of bed without even waiting for an answer. "Not at all. You stay right here." He pulls you closer to him, illustrating exactly what he means by tucking you in against his chest, his hand heavy where it cradles your skull. You sigh as if in contentment, but your body remains stiff and tense against him. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No," you grumble, just as much upset about it as he is. "Thanks though."

"Thoughts racing or just not tired?"

You shrug, shoulder jostling the arm he has slung over you. Your voice is watery when you respond. "Little bit of both I guess."

"Hey," John starts, immediately alert, pulling you impossibly closer. "What's wrong?"

You bury a sniffle in his chest, tension shifting rapidly to obvious frustration. "Nothing," you whine, obviously lying. "I'm just so fucking tired but it's like I'm not tired at all, you know? Like my brain's just decided we don't need it anymore even though body feels like a Furby with the battery running out, right? But there's nothing I can do; no matter what I try I'm still stuck laying here - wide the fuck awake and -!"

"Okay," John starts, easing you back onto the bed before you start rambling about more obscure nineties toys he's barely ever heard of. "Okay, let's just -." He pauses, at a loss, but then he looks down at you in the dim light of your forgotten phone and he sees your puffy face, the tear streaks, your hair a mess, tangled in sheets from all your tossing and your turning and he knows immediately how best to help you.

"I know something we can try, sweetheart."

"You do?" As if in contrast to your confused tone, your hands grip his forearms instinctively, eyes wide and hopeful as he lowered himself down over you, weight near crushing. He doesn't bother responding beyond a pleased rumble when your hands slip up over his biceps, kissing your fingertips when they curl over his shoulders. You're still so tense beneath him, but he's sleep-soft and heavy enough to smother you, thinks he can overwhelm you easy enough. Just has to ply you the right way.

The kisses your eyelids first, lips tracing the etch marks of your tears. He kisses the corner of your mouth, pulling back teasingly when he feels your lips part under his.

"John," you whine, and he can't help the huff of laughter which collects between you, humid and dense on your skin.

"Need me?"

"Yes."

He loves how eager you can get, the way you pull him down until he lays flat on top of you, the way you accept his tongue with a pleased groan. Your legs fall open beneath him and he grinds against you lazily, a tight contrast to your neediness, though he indulges you with the deep kisses he knows you crave.

When his lips trail down your neck, you thread your finger through his short cropped hair, your nails scratching against the tightness of his scalp and it eases that last little bit of lingering tension in him, makes him sink that last little bit into you. He's heavy, languid, forcing you to still yourself and meet his pace, rewarding you with a particularly dirty grind when you do.

He trails kisses down your chest, stopping to teethe lightly on your nipple as he slips down the bed. You jolt, undoing all his work, but he just chuckles, content to unwind you again and again if needed.

You're slick enough for a finger when he gets your bottoms off, but he makes you wait for that too, licks over your lips with fat, teasing stripes that have your legs falling open around him, blooming like a flower in invitation. He still doesn't give in, ignoring your clit in favor of pressing his teeth oh so gently into your fat mound and rubbing his beard into your soft inner thigh. It'll leave a rash, he knows, get you all huffy about it in the morning.

He'll kiss it better then, too.

"John, please," you whine and he smirks, pressed close enough to the crease of your thigh you can probably feel his incisors against your hip flexor.

"What was that?"

A pause. He can practically hear your breath catch in your throat.

"Need daddy to help?"

"Please," you sob, frustration bubbling up again.

"Shh," he breathes, lets his breath fan across your exposed clit when he thumbs the hood back. He should make you ask properly, but he hasn't forgotten this is about you. "I got you, sweetheart."

For all his patience before, John dives into your cunt like his last bloody meal. He's sloppy, spit and slick collecting on his chin as he licks into you, breath hot and humid, leaving him in heavy pants that have him groaning with your taste. You fingers find his hair again, pull him and he obliges happily, showing your cute little clit the love it needs as he finally sinks two fingers into you, moaning at the way you clench around him. He's efficient, a man with a purpose, and he makes you cum within minutes, your breathy whines sounding suspiciously like a low chant of 'daddy.'

You moan when he kisses you after, no finesse. Just a hot slide of slick tongues where he shares your taste with you, keeping you distracted as he lines himself up.

It's never an easy task. John's a big man, his cock nothing but proportional. It never matters how many times he has you, or how pliant he get you beneath him, the first press into you is always slow, measured in your breaths which he uses to his advantage.

His words are soothing in your ear, lips pressed flush against your temple as he tells you how good you are for him, how much he loves the feel of you stretched tight around him. You hand clutches at him blindly, distracting. He threads his fingers with your own and pins it by your head.

When his hips fall flush with yours he gives you a minute, stroking your hair and kissing away the tears that have sprung up again. "Poor pet," he murmurs, petting your cheek. "Daddy'll make it better. Promise."

You nod, perhaps a bit stupidly, and John kisses you as he begins to move again.

You're easy beneath him. Pliant, like he was looking for all along. He wrings the first orgasm out of you easily enough and knows he could probably call it a night, knows you'd sleep well enough by the satisfied look on your face.

He doesn't want 'well enough.' He wants to put you under on his cock alone, drill it into your head that he can give you anything you fucking need.

"What do you say to daddy when he fucks you that good, sweetheart?" His voice surprises him, borderline cruel.

"Th-thank you, daddy."

He hums, rolls his hips into you experimentally. "Want one more?"

He doesn't wait for an answer.

With your legs hooked over his shoulders, John shifts his weight to fuck down into you, his sheer mass keeping you spread and pinned like a butterfly beneath him. Your breath stutters, fingers across his chest, shoulders, biceps. Anywhere you can dig in, find purchase - mark him back.

He knows he's got you dead to rights when your moan turns deep, unaffected. "Fuck, daddy," you groan and John bites back a dark chuckle.

"That it, sweetheart? Right there?"

You nod tightly, cords in your neck nearly visibly with how tight you've already been drawn.

"You gonna cum for me again?"

"Yeah, daddy, please -!"

"Dirty slut, cumming already," he tuts, but he pistons into you exactly the way he knows you need, his own groan caught like gravel in his throat when your cunt starts milking him and you mewl like you're in heat.

He's not nice about it; doesn't even let you wind down completely before his thumb finds your clit, drawing a tight circle across your sensitive little nub while he rocks the head of his cock against that spongey spot deep within you that damn near makes you hiccup in pleasure each time. It's no different now, your breath stuttering out in while you tense and shake beneath him. John waits until you're arched beneath him, clenched so tight around the base of his cock he couldn't cum even if he wanted to -

And then he presses his palm down flat and hard on your mound and you cum so hard it soaks his belly, dripping down to the sheets and collecting in the creases of both your joints.

"Fuckin' hell," he growls, planting one fist on the bed by your hip to support himself as he watches you drift back to earth.

You're fucked out and dazed, already drifting off when John rolls you onto your belly to straddle your hips. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" he rumbles, lowering himself to settle snugly over your back, keep you enveloped in his safe, sturdy weight.

"Yes, daddy," you mumble into the pillow and John presses a whiskery, satisfied smile against your temple. He slips back into you with so little resistance you barely even seem to notice.

"Just needed me, didn't you honey? Get some sleep now, yeah? I'll give you some sweet dreams."

[star-eyed-angels]

Stray Kids Reaction | NSFW | Being Stray kids' Stress Toy (MAKNAE LINE)

The times you become Skz'z personal stress toy

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: What?! two updates in one week?!? Who am I?? Sorry for this taking forever, I was STRUGGLING with Maknae line. Like I knew what I wanted to write but the words truly would not come no matter what I tried. But it’s here it’s done and I really hope you enjoy!!

AGAIN THIS IS VAGUELY EDITED SO PLEASE BE KIND🥹

Warnings: free use (literally all of them), sub/dom dynamics, subspace, nicknames, teasing, creampie, orgasm denial, voyeurism, overstimulation, cock-warming, biting, mirror sex, filming, bondage, blow jobs, thigh job, handjobs (It's 4am I'm so tired and definitely missing something, please let me know if something needs to be added)

Read at your own discretion

JISUNG

Han is another part of the insatiable line, another member who wouldn’t pass up on a chance to feel you wrapped around him. Jisung’s favorite thing is cockwarming. It’s like a game, he sits you pretty in his lap and neither of you gets to cum until he finishes his lyrics. To the others they think it’s torture, but to him it’s heaven, he gets to have you sit pretty on his cock and it forces him to finish his lyrics faster. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

He swears it’s only cockwarming, enough to help him focus on finishing his lyrics. 

“Come on baby, just until I finish this part! It’s the last one I’m working on,” he pleads, hands skimming along your sides while you stand between his legs.

Each time you roll your eyes, because as soon as he gets his dick anywhere near you all other thoughts go out the window. 

“You and I both know you won’t be able to wait that long,” you say for what feels like the millionth time. You think you’d know better than to trust his words by now. But with the way he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, how could you ever say no? 

You find yourself sinking onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the way his cock fills you. Jisung lets out a low moan as you settle yourself into his lap, his own eyes fluttering. You rest your head against his shoulder, arms loosely hanging around his neck. 

When you’re settled he’s quick to get to work, mumbling to himself as he peaks over your shoulder to write. You do your best not to think of the cock between your legs. But for as much as you tease Jisung for thinking with his dick, you’re no better. 

Thirty minutes pass before it starts to get to you. You can feel the subtle twitches his body gives whenever your breath tickles his neck. Jisung isn’t faring much better. You clench around him every so often. Your breath hitching with each subtle shift of his hips. Eventually you’re panting into his heck, hips subtly grinding into him. 

“Baby you’re making this harder for me,” he pants, hands resting on your hips to still you.

“Fuck the lyrics. Just fuck me already,” you beg pulling him into a rough kiss. He doesn’t hesitate, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he begins to rock into you like his life depends on it. The force of his thrusts jolt you against the desk, making you scramble to balance yourself before you slide off his lap. 

“Sungie be careful, you’re gonna break it again,” you say through dragged out moans. The computer chair squeaks in protest, springs undoubtedly being put to their limit. You can’t blame them, so are you. Your hands sit behind you to balance yourself against the desk, whining at the way Jisung drills his cock into you. 

“I’ll buy another one, I’ll buy as many as I need to keep fucking you like this,” he rushes out. His hold on you is firm as he fucks you in his lap. The way he’s gripping onto your sides, fingers digging into the flesh because he knows you’ll love the marks it leaves. He drags you over his cock again and again, using you as his personal fleshlight.

“Can’t get enough of this pussy shit, ride me baby, there you go. Fuck take it like it’s yours babe,” he moans out when you sit up suddenly, taking control of your movements. It’s like your body has a mind of its own, your hips slamming down onto him. 

Your thighs burn with every movement, but it feels far too good for you to care. Your hands rest behind his head, one hand gripping the back of his curly hair while your other steadies yourself on the back of his chair. 

“Ji- fuck! Baby please need it, needa cum!” you cry out, thankful for the fact that the entire studio is sound-proof.

“Yeah? I’ll make you cum baby. Come on, cum all over me so I can fill this fucking pussy,” He growls, hand reaching down to pinch at your clit. The feeling sends you head first into your orgasm. You fall against Jisung as you cum, still rocking yourself against him as you feel him shake through his own orgasm. He bites his lip as he cums, still managing to let a few swears slip through. He falls back in the chair as he comes down from his own high.

“Told you you wouldn’t last,” you pant against his shoulder. He huffs out a laugh, jostling you against his chest.

“Lasted longer than last time, that’s a win in my book baby,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You only roll your eyes.

FELIX

Lix who makes you insatiable. You’re not quite sure how he does it. But one look from him and you’re teary eyed as you cling to him, begging for him to stay in you. It always starts with a quick text, telling you to meet him wherever he needs. No one bats an eye when you waltz in during practice, lix beckoning you over with a crook of his fingers. When you reach him, he’s pulling you into his lap, your bottoms already tossed to the floor. You’re not surprised when no one reacts at Felix’s moans as he fills you up.

“Sorry angel, just need to cum in you okay?,” he pants, hips already rutting up into you. You can only offer him a small hum, brain going a little foggy with him inside you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, tucking your face into the side of his neck as you feel the pleasure overtake you. 

“Promise I’ll be quick, angel,” he says, though he knows he’s lying. The thing with Felix is he knows what having his cock does to you. He knows he makes you desperate, mindless even. And he lives for it. The way you turn into a bunny in heat, Hips working desperately against his, though he’s not sure you even realize that you’re moving. Not with the way you stare up at him with a dazed look in your eyes. He can see the way all the thoughts float out of your head, all thoughts except fucking him that is. Hiccuping whimpers accompanying the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Five minutes, Lix,” Minho calls out from the other side of the practice room. You whine at Minho’s words, clenching around Felix, hands clinging onto him impossibly tighter. 

“How do you expect me to not stay in her all day when she’s clenching like that,” he grunts, hands gripping at your soft sides. You keen, your hips dragging along his in teasing circles. 

“Lixie,” you bat your eyelashes at him, mouth in a small pout. 

“Want me to stay in our cunt all day, sweetheart?” He says, hips lifting to meet yours.

“Yes, please Lixie. Please I’ll be good,” you beg, eyes sparkling with tears. How could he not give in to your pleas when you look at him like that?

Felix flips you onto your back, a soft gasp escaping you as he presses your legs to your chest, exposing your fluttering walls to him and everyone else in the room. He knows they’re watching, they always do when they get the chance.

“Greedy fucking girl, you just love being used don’t you?” he rasps, slipping back into you with ease. Felix sets an unrelenting pace, somehow hitting deeper inside you with this angle. 

“Yes! Love it!,” you cry out, face contorting into a blissed out expression. Your hands scrabble to hold onto something, settling on his arms as he holds you in place.

He smirks, glancing up to watch the way the members watch the scene in front of them. He lives for the way the members' eyes darken when they watch you. You’re far too gone to notice the way the members are staring holes into you. 

“You’re so far gone angel, you don’t even care that everyone is watching you, hmm?” he teases, tilting your face to watch the members. You whine, walls fluttering at the dark stares they all give you.

“Only care about getting this pretty cunt stuffed, doesn’t even matter where, either does it?”Felix coos, turning your attention back to him. 

“No, just need to be full all the time,” you slur, mind growing foggier by the second. Felix takes notice, picking up his pace easily. 

“I know angel, promise we’ll keep you full. Why don’t you cum for me, hmm? Show them how pretty you look when you make a mess, yeah?” he says, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. The pleasure is heightened with how sensitive you are. It doesn’t take long before you’re sent straight off the edge. You cum with a broken cry, tensing in his hold. Felix lets out an appreciative moan, filling you up with his own cum. You’re still shaking as you cum down from your high, letting Felix dote over you as if he didn’t just give you an earth shattering orgasm.

SEUNGMIN

There’s only one way to describe Seungmin’s time with you: sweet torture. Seungmin’s a hard dom through and through. When he agreed to the arrangement of using you that when you’re with him it's all about him.

For instance the outfit you wear as you stroll into the company building. Skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs, top showing off your plush sides just enough for his hands to fit over them, even the platformed shoes he bought you as a gift just so you can be closer for him to leave marks against your shoulder.

Seungmin loves watching you walk into the practice room all dolled up for him. He’s quick to pull you over to him, hands grasping at anywhere he can get his hands on you. You’re just as desperate as you reach up, pressing yourself as close as you can get. 

It isn’t long before he has you writhing in his grasp. The songs he was memorizing are long forgotten as he presses against your backside. He makes you cross your legs over the other, hands braced against the piano as he uses just your thighs to get off.

“Minnie! You’re being mean!” you whine, still twisting your hips to have him slip inside you. 

He clicks his tongue, pinching your side as he angles your hips higher, his cock now deliberately hitting your clit with every stroke. You can only moan, face contorting at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your core.

“No, you’re just being a greedy slut,” he grunts. Seungmin smirks, leaning down to drag his lips up to your ear.

“This isn’t about you. Let me have my fun and maybe I’ll be nice enough to cum in you, okay?” he says, hips continuing their unrelenting pace. 

You whine, hands twitching with the need to grip him, but the pleasure is already making it hard to keep yourself upright. You know the second you let go of the piano, your body will crumple to the floor. Instead you lean your body back into his chest, his name falling from your lips in a desperate mantra.

Seungmin isn’t handling this any better.  He’s thankful your back is facing him, that way he can hide the way his own face twists in pleasure. Seungmin’s mouth hangs open in a low moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your soft thighs hugging his cock. He can’t help but love the way you look falling apart in front of him. A stark contrast to how you pranced through the door, offering him a bright smile as if you didn’t know exactly where you’d end up. Clothes half pulled off, hands clutching at the top of the piano, no doubt ruining the sheet music he’d spent hours adding notes to. And it's all for him. All he has to do is send you a text, and you’re ready to be used by him. That thought alone is what pushes him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he mutters out, the only warning he can give you, unable to stop himself from cumming. You gasp at the feeling of warmth leaking against you, still partially delirious from the pleasure.

“Minnie!” you sob as you look down, watching his cum leak across your thighs, hitting the top of the piano. His hips still buck against you, hands keeping you firmly in place while he rides out his own high. 

“You said if I was good-” you cry, falling back against him again, core throbbing with the need to have him in you. 

“You were good, but I never said when I would cum in you pup,” he laughs against your neck. He finally pulls himself away from you, leaving you to balance on your legs that feel like they’ve turned to jello. You shiver glancing up at him with teary eyes as you struggle to regain your composure. He only grins at your pout, hand reaching up to smooth out your top.

“Maybe later. Now fix your clothes and let’s go.”

JEONGIN

Innie, you’ve come to find out over the past few months is quite literally insatiable.

Jeongin for the most part doesn’t call on you for stress relief, and when he does it’s usually quickies in the form of handjobs or using your mouth right before he leaves for a shoot. But the first time you joined them on tour was something you’ll never forget. It was the night after their third show and he’d texted you to come to his hotel room. You’d found him sitting on his bed, towel lazily wrapped around his hips as he palmed himself. 

“Come here. Need you, now.” he calls out, flicking the wet hair out of his eyes. The way his sharp gaze watches you leaves no room for arguing. You stand in between his legs, ready to drop to your knees when he tugs you to him, manhandling you underneath him. You let out a quiet gasp as you look up at him with wide eyes. He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear, 

“What is it? Didn’t think I could be like Channie or Minho Hyung, hmm? His voice tickles your ear. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, his grin widens in response. His next words send shivers down your spine. 

“Trust me baby, I’m a lot worse."

The room is filled with the sound of Jeongin’s hips meeting your ass, but to be quite honest you can’t hear much of what’s going on around you. With your face pressed into the sheets, the only sound you can really hear is your muffled cries as Jeongin uses you. The robe belt Jeongin had woven around your wrists and ankles digs into your skin from the hogtie position he keeps you in. Your arms are tied behind your back, fists clenched at the small of your back. Your legs tremble with the need to close them, instead they’re forced to stay spread and bent at the knee. Your muscles ache from how long you’ve been held like this. 

You know you’ll be sore and bruised tomorrow morning, but with the way Jeongin thrusts into you can’t find it in you enough to care right now.

“Innie- fuck, Innie please,” you sob out, as he drives his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly. 

He grips the knot at the base of your hips, tugging on it until your front arches off the bed. 

“Go on, you can cum again. Just know I’m gonna keep fucking you until I’m done,” he says, his hips somehow driving into you harder.

The scream you let out is embarrassing. But the orgasm that rips through you has you shaking harder in Jeongin’s hold. Your walls spasming as you feel yourself gushing around Jeongin’s cock. You can feel the wetness that coats your inner thighs from you squirting. You’re still writhing in Jeongin’s hold. Little aftershocks make you cry into the sheets with each of Jeongin’s thrusts. He groans, hips slowing to a shallow grind as he watches you cum around him. He leans down, panting into your ear heavily. Despite the intense orgasm you just felt, you can’t help the way you twitch at his next words. 

“Look at that… I didn’t know you could squirt baby, how many times do you think I can make you do that for me before the sun comes up?” he asks, grinning at the way your body responds to him.

Dividers by : @/cafekitsune

[lit3rallyll0yd]

hello! I've been reading your posts for quite a while now and just got the courage to actually ask something. I would like to request Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, and Akutagawa with an S/O who has a chronic pain disorder (think EDS or fibro) that hides it SUPER well. how would they react to learning of the pain they are in day to day and just, act like isn't there. or would they catch on super quick? maybe they walk in on their S/O in bed unable to move due to pain? I would prefer fem reader but I don't mind if you do something else. Also, I'm giving you the freedom to pick the setup you want to do. hope you have a good week and make sure to take care of yourself!

with a chronic pain disorder reader

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, & akutagawa<3

warnings: lowercase writing

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes! ty for the request<33 female reader!!

good luck trying to hide shit from this dude

he reads you like a book, so it's hard to keep secrets from him.

why would you?

in small words, he catches on real quick!

he hates how you try to hide it from him.

it makes him feel like you don't trust him to take care of you, and that you don't think it's a big deal.

literlly tries anything he can to make you feel more comfortable with your condition around him.

cuddling with you.

whispering sweet nothings into your ear when you started to bite your lip to stop your sobs.

just stays with you when you need him.

he doesn't know how to exactly feel when your pain? he knows what to do, yes, however he can't help but talk to himself while he's comforting you.

if you have trouble sleeping due to this pain, he'll be awake with you attempting to sooth you and distract you from the pain.

sometimes you never get sleep, affecting his own slumber, not sleeping for up to two days.

you feel terrible seeing him as tired as you are, to the point you feel like just crying but he's here to remind you it was his choice, and will stay awake for an eternity if it means to comfort you.

just like dazai, good luck tryin to hide anything from him.

he knows when your happy.

he knows when your sad.

he's like santa, dude knows you!

you couldn't get out of bed. he had to come back all the way home from work to get you out and actually help you stand.

entering your room, you were curled into sobbing ball, his heart shattering into small glass pieces.

he has to think on his feet for this one, and just sat in bed with you, a leg crossed over one as he sat on the edge.

his hand rubbed your back gently, shushing you softly when he heard your sobs turn louder with each second.

he's known about your condition the moment he started dating you, although you were hiding it at first when you met him and started working for the port mafia, you weren't the best at hiding it from him.

he has sharp eyes, and just knows.

sometimes it's scary, but that doesn't worry you.

if he notices you have trouble sleeping, he's in bed with you. if you kick from the pain and hit him, he doesn't care. he just keeps holding you until your calm.

usually you fall asleep, but on the nights when you stay up till 4am and your still not asleep but really tired, he awake with you and distracting you.

asking you what your excited for today. if you want to go on a date sometime to your favorite place in Yokohama.

he's by your side. all the time.

i see atsushi as a visual person.

he's a mixture of dazai and chuuya when he catches on people hurting.

he keeps an close eye on his friends, making sure they're not hurt or sad.

so off the bat he notices you trying to hide your pain. your his girlfriend, how could he not notice he's around you almost all day, besides different missions that you've both been assigned to.

he confronts you when your both alone.

please don't lie to him. he already knows your in pain and is ready to help you.

well, try his best to!

he wants you to talk to him and feel comfortable around him so he can help!

so...after a while you do speak to him alone at home.

now he's on his feet, not trying to keep you to himself, but just keeps an extra eye on you now that he knows about your condition.

when he see's you in pain, he's quick to come and comfort you and help you with whatever you need.

trouble breathing? he's here to help you and demonstrate.

terrible pain? he'll rub that said spot with a gentle touch and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

he's just so sweet and paient with you, you can never get annoyed at him when he helps you.

if you have trouble sleeping he'll heat you up a nice tea and let you choose a movie you want to watch.

if you do fall asleep, boom his idea worked, but if you both stay up the entire night because of your pain he won't complain. he'll just help you the best way he can.

um.

i think...he'll just be quiet.

like, he has no idea how to comfort people.

and if your in pain? what-what can he do?

he's lived off pain, he is used to it. so seeing someone else in pain just causes him to freeze and walk away from the situation.

however he made a promise, to always be with you and you always be with him.

its liked you both signed a love contract to never leave each other.

sure, an arugument that may last for a while is bound to come across your relationship- but he never wants to actually hurt you.

back to the main point lmao-

maybe he'll hold your hand...to let you know your not alone??

he doesnt...like...seeing you in pain. and especially because it's something you cant control makes it worse for him.

tears start forming in your eyes and you cry?

fuck. what does he do now?

well, he actually hugs you.

sure. he's stiff...but his touch actually makes you feel safer and good.

he stared to notice you started to try and hide your pain from others besides him, and that just sends a warm and fuzzy feeling inside of him.

butterflies?

your not even doing anything!!

that just proves he cares for you and may not say it.

if he catches you taking all-nighters, he just lays in bed with you.

usually...he never sleeps either.

he stays up late or even sleeps at all.

so your both in the same boat for that part.

he's trying his best. he does care, but has a hard time showing that off to you

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Can I request for hotches wife having a asthma attack in 4am middle of the night and she woke aaron up

Warnings: Asthma attack, fluff, poor writing💀 and I think that's it :)

Word count: 462

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader

A/n: Definitely! I'll try my best on this as it's not something I really have any personal experience with but I did a little research so I had a better understanding. I hope this is okay, it was a little rushed so I apologise if it's not very good. It's not my best work and it's short but I hope you enjoy<3. This was not proofread so there might be a couple mistakes.

Forever Tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle

You were having trouble breathing. A familiar feeling. But one that was not welcome. Your husband sleeping next to you with soft snores leaving his lips was completely unaware of your current situation. You wanted his help but you hated waking him up.

You were coughing and wheezing as you reached for your inhaler that normally sat on your bedside table at night but you couldn't find it no matter how much you felt around. That only made matters worse now. Another fit of coughs came on and then you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart?" You heard Aaron's voice. It was tired and sleepy. You looked over at him and he heard you wheeze and struggle to breathe. "Honey is it your asthma?" You nod as you cough again. "Do you need your inhaler?" You nod again "It's not there." He understands. He knows where you keep it.

Standing up he turns the light on and walks over to your side of the bed. It takes him a few seconds but he quickly finds it on the floor in front of your side table and grabs it, handing it to you. It must have been knocked off at some point in your sleep. You take it from him and he sits on the edge of the bed with one hand rubbing your arm telling you it'll be okay as he tries to calm you as best as he can. It's far from the first time he's seen this happen. It's happened a number of times and every time it worries him but he always stays calm for you.

After you're able to breathe better he gets in bed next to you again and holds you. "How do you feel?" You can hear the concern in his voice. "I'm feeling better." You sigh and lean into him as he rubs your back. He always does whatever he can for you. He just wants you to be okay. "Are you sure?" He asks as he kisses your forehead. He always needs to be sure. And if you're sure, then he is too. It's something he takes your word for because you have more experience with what's happening to you than he does. And he trusts that if you're not okay that you'll tell him so he can get you the help you need.

You nod again and he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Aaron." He shakes his head a little. "You don't need to thank me, Honey. I'll always help however I can. I love you." You know this but you still thank him every time. You smile slightly. "I love you too." He places another kiss on your forehead and holds you close until you fall asleep again.

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

[ghostlynachopanda]

For you

a/n: my friend said I'm starting to gain obvious muscle so like big happy :)) there's no hope for my sleep schedule, I wrote this one at 4am lol. it's short but enjoy this one pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.1 k

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Wednesday was annoyed. She has watched Xavier follow you around like a lost puppy all day. The urge to dismember him grew every time he leaned close to you in class. The desire to cut off his tongue grew when he said something that made you laugh. An urge to kill him came to a head when she saw him smirk at her when your full attention was on him. Wednesday didn't see a problem if he were to disappear or simply die.

You normally enjoyed your free period. It was time you got to spend alone with Wednesday throughout the day. You two could just sit in the library and read a book or sit in the quad and softly talk about whatever came to mind. But you couldn’t, Xavier was there this time.

For some unknown reason, he has been around you all day. Sure, he's nice company but only to an extent. You could only handle so much of him before getting tired, and you reached that point a long time ago. You were just being nice at this point, not wanting to hurt his feelings. So when you saw Wednesday sitting for you at your usual table in the quad you couldn't help the relieved smile that made its way onto your face.

You walked over to her and took your normal spot across from her. You're putting your bag down and start, "You wouldn't believe-"

You're cut off by someone suddenly claiming the seat next to you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. The irritated look Wednesday wore was enough to know it was Xavier. A voice that grew annoying hours earlier spoke, "Hey guys, what’s up?"

"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked, anger laced in her words.

"What's it look like?" he responded throwing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the side of his body, "I'm hanging out with a couple of friends,"

Wednesday's eyes looked positively murderous. Her fingers twitched to dislocate his shoulder, push his arm off you, to pull you to the open seat next to her. She watched you closely. You were tense, obviously uncomfortable, but you weren't doing anything about it.

"Move your arm," Wednesday said threateningly.

"What?" Xavier asked, confused.

"Move your arm if you want to keep it," Wednesday replied, fury easily read in her tone.

She watched as he chuckled awkwardly before slowly returning his arm to his side. She watched you ever so gently sigh and sag your shoulders. An unpleasant silence surrounded the three of you, no one willing to break it. You looked up to meet Wednesday's gaze and saw her signal to the seat next to her.

You perked up a bit at the implication, quickly standing up to move to the other side of the table. As you reach for your bag a hand reaches to grab yours, stopping you in your tracks. You hardly have time to register the hand on your arm before it's gone. Looking up to find Wednesday bending Xavier's wrist at an odd angle, no doubt hurting him.

"You must not value your hand," she said lowly, eyes wide with homicidal intent. All he can manage is a small yelp before she's putting more pressure on it.

"Dude, let go." Xavier says, going ignored by the two of you.

She looks to you next and says, "I'll kill him for you,"

Xavier's hand starts to wiggle, trying to lessen Wednesday's grip. All it does is cause her to tighten her grip, "Let me kill him for you,"

"Let go of me," Xavier said weakly, his voice tight with pain. Now fully pulling his wrist to get away from her, she doesn't budge. Wednesday never once took her eyes off you, waiting for your answer.

"Wednesday-" you start but are cut off.

"He touched you, made you uncomfortable. Let me kill him," she said browbeating.

You see Xavier looking at you with helpless eyes, looking for you to do something. The look causes you to shake your head, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Either answer will anger the opposite person, but having Wednesday be arrested for murder is far worse than an annoying Xavier.

"Let him go Wednesday," you said softly, seeing her eyes widen with something akin to betrayal. She scowls before turning to him and saying, "Touch her again and she won't be able to save you."

You see relief cross his face before pain quickly overtakes it and the quiet air is disturbed by a peculiar pop. She releases his wrist then, watching in satisfaction as it reddens and starts to swell. Xavier stands and cradles his wrist before looking at Wednesday, "You're fucking crazy" he mutters while angrily brushing past her.

You both watch him leave, making sure he wouldn't come back. When he is no longer visible she turns to you, "Why didn't you let me kill him?"

"Murder charges aren't going to look good on your record," you replied.

"I already have attempted murder on there," she mutters under her breath.

"I could easily get away with murdering him. No one would even notice his absence" her answer makes you shake your head.

"Still, murdering someone seems excessive"

"Not when that person obviously made you uncomfortable," she said as if it was common sense.

"Wednesday.." you rebutted, reprimanding in your tone.

She looks at you for a moment, seeing the resolve in your eyes. It appears you wouldn't let her kill anyone for your sake. How unfortunate. Wednesday looks down at the grass before asking, "Are you alright?"

The question makes you want to chuckle, she just seemingly broke his wrist just because he made you uncomfortable. You ask, "Why did you do that?"

"I simply left him with a parting gift. He'll remember to keep his hands to himself next time," she says evenly, eyeing you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or uneasy.

You look down at the grass, shyly smiling while shaking your head, "Let's not jump the gun next time, okay?"

"I didn't 'jump the gun', I acted accordingly. No one should be allowed to make you uncomfortable or touch you so casually." she said factually.

"That is still not a reason to harm a classmate," you refuted.

Wednesday clenched her jaw and drew in a breath. She would kill for you, even if you told her not to. It just wouldn't be in front of you. She looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, "He would've done it again if I didn't do anything."

"I know that, but there are other ways to handle a situation like that."

"Of course, murder."

"Wednesday, no"

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

Hi Mara, do you think it’s at all possible to force oneself to enjoy things one usually doesn’t, or do you think it is like chirality and one’s “natural” interests and proclivities are not subject to change? I can’t help but feel stupid and like a liar to myself when trying to live healthier, or be productive and work on myself. It’s just fake, I don’t really care, and so the good habits never stick, but accepting myself for who I am, an empty lazy slob with no real interests, doesn’t feel too good either.

Hi anonymous, thank you for the opportunity for me to yap -- I haven't gotten a good opportunity in awhile :-))

'Naturalness' is weighty and ought not have much to do with the self outside of chirality (if you are approaching it from a Maraist standpoint): all that is, is not much more than confusing shadows that are manipulated by outside actors to stimulate you and draw you in-to the performance, to keep you engaged and connected--I wouldn't believe another person if they told me they a) believe this, and b) live in accordance to the belief of this, as the best way to depart from the actors and their game is to self-depart and un-live, and the dead do not weigh in on much cept soil and dirt.

WITHIN CONFUSION, when I'd been thinking about answering this initially I'd been thinking that I can barely relate to you, anonymous, as most of the 'need' to fake interests seems to be related wholly to connectiveness and those whom we find ourselves connected to, ie: faking acceptance of political issues that match the odorous vibe of the friend group when deep-down the thought needles and smarts, or: someone you care about showing you something that immediately makes you think this is the dumbest thing I have ever seen but I want this person in my life so I'll say something warm, or etcetera; connection itself is a long smear of the self (small and insignificant like a little mustard seed amongst grain) to bury it in a greater body such that the color and timbre is lost amongst the neighbors, as the self is made to become a neighbor, and the self itself is but an echo of the word trapt in fat and mud (or, on the other hand: an echo of the mud trapt in shrill songs and migraine colors); you are, by design, made to be subject to a Gravity and pressurized down away from heaven, and away from self--that is the natural-way;

WITHIN CONFUSION, and less unnecessarily esoteric and verbose and stupid: I don't really believe in 'fixing' yourself one way or the other; I eat the same yogurt concoctions every morning because I struggle thinking of a better temperature/texture combination, but I am getting tired of it--and if I were to extrapolate this out, I think of etiquette-breaks like 'psychiatric profiles' an attempt at suggesting that "Mara will, and forever will, be a breakfast yogurt-lover" though all my life I'd been held over a candle and slowly melted into a yogurt-lover-shaped mold and been made to set that way. The issue I had with struggling to relate is, because I'm fairly lonely and private lately, I do not really have much other than myself to compare my 'likes' and 'dislikes' to. It is very easy for me to not bother forcing myself on-to a dislike, because there aren't many Gravities to pressure me lately. But that isn't completely true; taking cold showers, for instance: hated this but kept up with it; waking up at 4am and cleaning the house and exercising for at-least an hour: hated this, but now it is just an excuse for me to listen to more Stephen King audiobooks before breakfast; morning prayer, same as the morning routine. For some things it really has just been truth to me that if you are forced to adjust, you will adjust--a person can not be passionate forever in their dislikes or hates, same way a honeymoon fades; what you love will become a tired routine (me and yogurt), what you hate will become a tired routine (me and waking up at 4am and jogging), but if you give yourself breaks eventually you allow those feelings to melt and recollect and be subject to passions and not-set as routine.

My failings, anonymous: me and drawing and writing--never been able to force myself to do these; I struggle with forcing myself to abide the word and forbid myself from listening to music completely; even though I have no problem with the vegan diet itself and had a pretty solid run with it: couldn't stop obsessing over "every-thing I hadn't yet tried" and death looming over my head (as it seemed) made the dietary sacrifices seem even more painful and pathetic and done wholly out of some forced desire to be Pure and Saintly (yet on the inside begging sin and dirt no better than a lunatic rat clawing at a cupboard). On food and diet, though: I used to be obese from middle-school to high-school and basically forced myself to exercise/diet pretty strictly out of (as you said) not liking myself as a slob--and I still am driven more-so out of a desire (fear) to not be fat, not be unhealthy, not be a slob, not be ugly--because I am scared of all of those things; it was easy enough to convince myself that eating more than 4 pieces of cereal for breakfast was a gluttonous amount of food and then slowly watch my hair fall out and lose the ability to stand from fatigue--somehow that was less scary than being fat. As well, there's just a mechanical motivation from being intensely sick from diet; if I eat the wrong thing or eat too much I end up bedridden for several days from migraines (the fear imposed from this makes it hard to seek-out trigger foods).

This part isn't even slightly helpful (likely the latter parts, too) but I think regarding diet and food specifically, it helps a lot being open to liking a lot of foods and shaking out what you think you dislike. I might be super privileged there because (although I have some preferences that I stick to ala yogurt for breakfast and wraps) I mostly do not dislike any food, and can only really think of disliking artichokes/brusselsprouts (I hear they're good if you fry them in oil but that is most things..) and badly prepared liver; I love veggies and fruits.

IN CONCLUSION, anonymous, I don't think any of this is particularly good advice and I think a better thing to analyze (than what I wrote) is what you wrote to me, how you refer to yourself, and how you're laying pitfalls for yourself. This world is made to bury you in gravity and lose you in soil, smeared under layer-after-layer of connection until you're convinced you are wax over a candle dripping down into some strange form, and those confusing shadows keep on whispering and whispering and then your mind is looking up out of a mold. Are you unable to force your likes to change? Are you someone who is unable to care about improving yourself? Do you really dislike being a slob? Who are you, anonymous?

To me: you are anonymous; take care, anonymous.

[fortheb0ys]

Need at least three dicks. Hendricks, Taylor and Khail. One for everyhole. I would give Khail a special treatment with bj because he is just our silly little boy and imo he if fem farah. Anyway. Also Khail makes me want to cuddle him. Like cuddles snuggles all the way. Also i want to Peg Hendricks. Peg not fuck. Taylor also will be fine but Hendricks. His smile is just so cute. Also i need more bots with them on all ai apps. Did i write it just because i noticed you fangirling Taylor? Maybe , did im gonna write oneshot from stuff i writen ealier ? Maybe , but first i need to write another fanfic. It will be inspired by codfan art . Did i Ask author of the fanart if i can write it and after getting premission i stayed quiet for few months already ? Yes. But i'm close to finishing planin the lore so be patient. But maybe writing one shots from Black ops isn't so bad for start....

Smiling hendricks

Also i want him to treat the strap like he is treating this chocolate thingy:

(pic by me)

Im horny. And sleepy. Dominik horny sleepy little fella. Like i wake up at 4am, fall back asleep and wake up at 6 and didn't even take a nap after it. Going to sleep and write some freaky stuff.

ALSO IM PLANING ROLEPLAY WITH MY POOKIE. BO3 ZOMBIES. AKA PRIMIS CREW AS 2024 OLDER TEENAGERS PLAYING MINECRAFT TOGETHER(RP WILL BE IN MC) ANYONE WANT TO JOIN ???? ITS GONNA BE SFW. ALL OCS WELCOME BUT WE NEED SOMEONE FOR THE ZOMBIE CREW

Khail my baby boy getting special treatment. I need him where I can see his pretty face. He's front and center. Your eyes locked with his as your mouth works at his cock. His pretty brows knitted together. The pleasure changes his face, somehow making more breathtaking than it already is.

You could get lost in those eyes and that you did. A sharp kick to your side reminds you of the added company. Hendricks is under you, demanding for shared attention. Your cock slipped out of his needy hole and as you were preoccupied with Khail, you had completely forgotten to stuff Hendricks back full.

Giving a huff around Khail's dick, you blindly guide your cock back in it's rightful place. You continue to suck and keep a rythm at the same time. As you were finally getting into it, a small whine reminds you that Taylor was left neglected. You take your eyes off Khail and let them fall on Taylor. His cock painfully red and weeping.

Your hand wraps around his hip and pull him closer. It's hard to maneuver around, pinned by both Khail and Hendricks but you find a way to reach behind Taylor. Spreading his ass, your fingers begin stretching his aching hole. A gentle hum sounds from deep in Taylor's throat. It's content and satisfied. Though he much rather throw Hendricks off of you, being the one to get fucked stupid on your cock, he'll take your skilled fingers as a win.

His hums turn into moans and grunts as you find yourself into your rythm again. Out of the three of them, Taylor was surprisingly the loudest. Maybe it was the long years of military service, spending quality time with just his right hand, that made him more sensitive than the others. His noises didn't seem to please Hendricks much, as Taylor let out a pained yelp. At first you thought you'd hurt him but as you pulled yourself off Khail, looking down you see Hendricks teeth buried into Taylor thigh.

You give him one deep thrust against his prostate, making Hendricks forget his problems with Taylor. His tip drips white. He's close, you think they all are.

Multitasking is something you're working on. Taking time for everyone as well as rewarding the most well behaved. Khail found him with your attention most of the time as Taylor and Hendricks were at each other throats to be your favorite.

The demand is tiring and you're just as close as the rest. You lap at the underside of Khail's cock, the vains dancing on your tongue. The salt taste fills your senses as he finishes down your throat. You swallow everything, licking his tip to not waste a single drop.

One down, two more to go.

Your fingers make quick work of Taylor's greedy hole. He takes in a third as the stretch becomes a burning pleasure. His grips your shoulders trying to steady himself as he begins to shake uncontrollably, as orgasm ripples through his body as he cums completely untouch.

Now all eyes are on Hendricks.

He smiles wide as your attention falls solely on him. You're pulled down into a rough kiss as you nail his prostate making him see stars. With a few more lazy thrusts, he cums screaming. He's completely lost in lust rotten brain as you follow shortly after cumming in his twitching walls.

With your last bit of strength you push yourself off Hendricks and fall onto the filthy sheets. Breathless you begin to let sleep overtake you, unwilling to do anything about the mess. Your eyes fall heavy as you fall asleep to the sound of Hendricks bickering with Taylor on who gets to cuddle you. A heavy weight curls up next to you as Khail takes the opportunity to be the one to hold you.

Pookie, if you write a fic I'd eat it up😭🫶 Writing these gave me life! I love the idea of having all of them in bed.

[strgirlyy]

Baby be with me so happily!

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Matt is reader's paramour, Kiss, Cry, Break up, Fight, hidden relationship, meeting in secret, suggestive sometimes.

Tell me if I forgot something:)

Word Count: 2976k

Y/n: English is not my first language, my request box is always open, Good reading!!

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Matt and I are sitting on my bed right now. Johnny, my boyfriend has just left town for a job, I'm crying because I feel like the worst person in the world, I'm hurting the two men of my life.

Honey, don't be like this, I'm sure that if you talk to him, he'll understand - Matt says holding me to his chest

It would be impossible to explain my feelings to Matt now, he always blames fate, saying that we were made for each other but fate for some reason led me to Johnny. It's impossible to choose, I know that Matt is the love of my life, I've always loved him, but Johnny is a nice guy, we've lived many months together, he deserves someone who really loves him, but I know that if I tell him the whole truth, I'll make him suffer.

You don't understand Matt, he doesn't deserve this, I feel dirty, I feel like a slut, I would never want anyone to do this to me, but I love you and I can't take this pain anymore between choosing my love or choosing not to make Johnny suffer. - I say sobbing

Then we have to put an end to it, I'm sorry Y/n but I can't stand you just worrying about him. What about me? Don't you worry about seeing me suffer for someone I've always loved and can't have because I'm afraid of hurting someone else? He loves you, but I'm sure I love you a lot more and I can make you a lot happier, that's all fate guil- he tries but I interrupt.

I'm sorry, Matt, but I don't think this is fate's fault, I chose this, I'm the wrong one. I care a lot about you, but I need time to think - I reply, wiping away my tears and leaning away from him.

Time? More than I've already given? Y/n we've been together for three months now. I bet you can make up your mind in three months. You don't understand what you do to me when you hold his hand. We were meant to be, but everything got twisted and turned and we had to go on like this. - He says looking into my eyes - I'm going home, one week Y/n it's that or I won't accept being the other anymore - He kisses my forehead.

When I see him walk through the door it's as if the world has collapsed on me, Johnny will be back in two days, I'll have to talk to him, even though I'll have to think about it, I've already made up my mind. I love Matt and I want to be with him. I decide to take a shower to calm down and see if I can call Matt later.

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Time jumps to three days later

It's 4am and I have Johnny sleeping next to me, he's just got home from his work trip, he was tired so I didn't have the heart to talk to him. But I was mulling it all over in my head, until my cell phone vibrates and it's Matt.

After that I deleted our messages as usual and turned to face Johnny to see what I was missing. Of course, we hadn't achieved anything together yet, he was just sleeping over at my place for a while until his house was finished being renovated. That's already happened, but he keeps stalling, saying there's still something missing.

Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve either of them, but my love for Matt speaks louder and I'll live happily with him for the rest of my life.

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Time jumps to the next day

Johnny had been gone for a couple of hours and I was on the sofa sitting on Matt's lap, what started out as a lap for comfort, now we're exchanging heated kisses on the sofa.

Matt tries to lift up my shirt, but we're interrupted by the sound of something falling to the floor. I look in the direction of the noise and see Johnny's bag lying on the floor and him looking at both of us in astonishment.

I quickly get up from Matt's lap and try to say

Johnny- he cuts me off

Don't try to tell me that's not what I'm thinking. I can see the proof right here in front of me. I swear I've always doubted it, but I've also always tried to understand that you were too close because you've been friends since you were a child. I can't believe you did this to me Y/n. Why didn't you break up with me first? - Johnny says, trying to stay calm, but I can see his jaw clenched and his fists clenched

I hear Matt get up from the sofa

You're a slut, you can't settle for just one man! I hope you know bro that when a person betrays their partner to be with someone else, they won't be loyal to anyone else - He continues and stares at Matt.

Suddenly Matt was on top of him, holding him by the collar of his shirt

Don't you dare talk to her like that. You worm - he tries, but I pull Matt off.

Don't do it, he's right, I really was a slut. I'm sorry Johnny, I didn't have the courage to tell you I was in love with someone else, I never wanted to make you suffer. I hope that one day you can forgive me. - I say and sit down on the sofa

Johnny sighs but doesn't say anything, he just goes into my room and I can't, I start to collapse right there, Matt, still angry, sits down next to me and hugs me. After about 10 minutes, Johnny comes back with a box full of things.

I'm leaving, be happy with him, and I hope you don't do this to anyone else. - he says clearly angry and leaves without even letting me answer.

We're free, love! - Matt looks at me

I try to feel happy, but the guilt kind of speaks louder and I feel sorry for Johnny, but I can't do anything about it. But I look at Matt and hug him.

Thank you for waiting for me, I love you like I've never loved anyone! - I say

I love you too, love - he hugs me tightly

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I'm sorry if it was a bit clumsy, but I'm still getting the hang of it!

Thanks for reading 🫶🏻

[star-eyed-angels]

Stray Kids Reaction | NSFW | Being Stray kids' Stress Toy (HYUNG LINE)

The times you become Skz'z personal stress toy

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: ya girl is back after what feels like 17 years. So sorry for the delay, these ended up being WAY longer than I intended. As a peace offering, I'm releasing hyung line first so I don't keep y'all waiting even longer.

THIS IS NOT EDITED SO PLEASE BE KIND ITS 4AM RN🥹

Warnings: free use (literally all of them), sub/dom dynamics, nicknames, teasing, creampie, orgasm denial, overstimulation, biting, mirror sex, filming, spit kink, blow jobs, boob job, handjobs (It's 4am I'm so tired and definitely missing something, please let me know if something needs to be added)

Read at your own discretion

CHAN 

Looking back on it now, you find it funny how this whole arrangement started. You’d been one of the last staff members in the building, having lost a bet to work the night shift. You had just finished prepping for the next shoot when you’d walked by the studios. Seeing Chan’s light on was nothing new, he practically lived in the studio at this point. What was new was the sound of a loud thud shaking the door frame. You’d cautiously opened the door, to find Chan pacing the room.

“Chan? What’s wrong?” you rush into the room, assuming the worst.

“These stupid fucking deadlines. We’re not even finished with this track and they want three by next week on top of schedules, like are you fucking kidding me?!,” he growls out hand slamming against the wall again. You jump as the sound rattles around the room. You try to grab his shoulder gently to calm him. When you grab him he spins around pressing you into his desk. You gasp from the sudden movement, His eyes are dark as he stares down at you, face completely red, though you’re not sure if it’s from the anger he feels or his yelling. When he notices your wide eyed stare he comes back to his senses, taking a deep breath. 

“Sorry, sorry, it’s not you y/n. These schedules are just a lot right now,” he says, squeezing at your sides softly. You can’t help the way you shiver from his behavior, a warm feeling fluttering inside you. 

“It’s okay Channie,” you say softly, mentally kicking yourself from the way your voice sounds so breathless. He eyes you closely, a small smirk forming on his lips as he steps closer. The smell of his cologne is intoxicating, with the way it wraps around you. Of course Chan takes notice immediately, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“I think I’m just in need of a little relaxer… think you can help me with that pretty?” he says squeezing your side a little firmer. You can only nod, hands shaking as they pull him closer to you.

He has you bent over the desk, bottoms ripped enough for him to slide his cock into you with ease. Your hands are pinned behind you, easily held in one of Chan’s hands. The other grips your waist, your plush side spilling through his fingers. 

“Fuck look how well you’re taking me, pretty,” he says, now the breathless one. Each of his thrusts has the desk knocking against the wall. The edge of the desk digs into you, and you’re sure it’ll leave bruises for you to admire later. Chan fucks into you with a harsh pace, each press of his hips makes you crave him more and more. You wish you could articulate it to him in some way, but you suppose your broken moans will have to do for now.

“You’re so good letting me use you like this,” he says, leaning down to trail his lips across your cheek. You whine at the way he somehow manages to press deeper inside you. 

“Gonna be good and take my cum too, right? Gonna let me fill up this pretty hole?” he teases, feeling the way you flutter around him at his words.

“Fu- fuck! Yes Channie, I’ll be good, promise!” you cry out, squirming in his hold. He grips the back of your neck, pressing you harder into his desk as his hips pick up speed. 

“Beg for it pretty,” he commands, not once faltering in his face.

“Please use me! Please fill me up Channie, need it!” You beg, no longer caring about anything except having him finish inside you. Chan seems to be thinking the same thing, a loud groan filling the room as you beg. Chan lasts for a few more thrusts before his hips finally still. A loud growl escapes him as he finally cums inside you. The feeling forcing you into your own orgasm.

‘I think I’ll just have to call you every time I need to de-stress, okay pretty?” he pants out, hips still pressing into you. You can only offer a weak hum in return, but you’re more than happy to be a stress toy for him if it comes with pleasure like this.

MINHO

Eventually the arrangement turns into you being their ‘assistant’. It was a no brainer for them to have you join them when they travel for schedules, especially during tour season. Minho in particular gets pent up during their performances. If he makes a mistake, you’re always ready.

It doesn’t happen very often with the way Minho practically drills the choreography into his mind. But sometimes Minho finds himself a beat off, barely able to catch himself as he mixes up the choreo. Tonight it happens on their second song of the show, Minho’s movements beats ahead of the others. To everyone else he just looks like he’s hiding his grin, doing his best not to laugh on stage. But not to you. You wince as you watch his mistake in 4K on one of the dressing room screens. You can see the way his eyes harden ever so slightly, enough to know that he’s pissed.

After their sixth song is when they get backstage, rushing to the dressing room to get into their next outfits. 

Minho is the last to walk in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you. His gaze darkens as he marches over to you. You let out a squeak as he shoves you over the arm of the chair, pulling your leggings just enough to push your panties aside. As per usual no one bats an eye as he yanks his pants down, entering you with no warning. 

“Fucking hell, why are you so tight?” he groans, hips picking up immediately as he pounds into you. HIs thrusts leave you breathless, unable to give him anything past gasps of his name.

“What, were you just waiting for one of us to come back here and fuck your cute pussy, is that it?” he teases, as he starts shucking his top off. The moans you let out come out choked as you struggle to catch your breath from how hard you're being pushed into the couch. With as much strength as you can muster, you turn to look behind you. You feel a hot wave of shame roll over you when you see Minho continue to dress himself as if he isn’t making you fall apart around him. 

He catches you staring out of the corner of his eye, grinning at the way you moan loader at the lack of attention. Just when you feel the pleasure build inside you, Minho’s pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. 

“Be a good kitten and stay here, If you’re good maybe I’ll let you come at the end, okay?” he says, patting your side. You offer him a small whimper in return, struggling to regain your composure.

The rest of the concert passes in the same manner. During each outfit change Minho comes straight to you, slipping inside you with ease. Each time you plead with him to let you cum, practically sobbing into the couch with how needy you are. His only response is to pull your pants back up, and pat your hip. A smirk toying at his lips when he reminds you to be good for him.

You’re shaking by the time the encore rolls around. Every second that passes feels like an eternity, when the lights on stage finally go out, you feel like you could cry from joy. 

You’re not embarrassed at the way you turn over, presenting yourself to Minho when he and the other members walk through the door. It’s why he calls you kitten, you’re always acting like you’re in heat when he’s using you. 

“What a needy thing I have here, think you’re ready for your reward now kitten?” 

“Yes Minho! Please!!” You cry out, wiggling your hips to entice him. He’s behind you before you finish, hands ghosting over your hips slowly. 

“Min…” you sob out, turning to look at him pleading 

He huffs out a laugh, but still begins to unbutton his jeans. A groan escapes him when he fills you, watching your eyes flutter closed. He grips your hip in one hand, starting a brutal pace. 

“Come on kitty, give me what I want. Cum or you get nothing,” he orders, hand finding its way to your clit. You sob at the tingling pleasure that takes over you, mouth opening in a silent scream when you cum. 

“Good kitty,” he praises, fingers still toying with your clit. You whine, looking over your shoulder with pleading eyes. He only chuckles, of course you’d still be begging for more.

“What? Kitty still wants a treat?,” he teases, watching the way your eyes glimmer with need. You watch the way he bites his lip, hips ever so slightly rutting into you harder. You let your hand trail down to your core, pinching and pulling at your clit. You whine out Minho’s name as you clench around him, willing him to fill you. His hips stutter as your walls force him deeper inside you. A low moan leaving him as he cums without warning. He pulls out just in time to watch himself spill over your backside. You moan as another orgasm is forced out of you, making you tremble from the pleasure.

“Feel better kitten?” He asks, petting your hair. You nod muttering a small thank you as you keen into his soft touches. 

CHANGBIN

When it comes to Changbin, he likes when you suck him off in the studio. With constant planning of comebacks, 3racha are always writing and pitching songs for upcoming albums. Sometimes the company gives them pushback when it comes to creative control. Like today as you stand in front of a very pissed off Changbin. Anger practically rolls off him in waves after the recent meeting with the company. This is the fifth time this month that his songs have been rejected for an album. You’d been in that meeting with the members and watched as Changbin’s face dropped, his face twisted into a deadly glare. Chan and Jisung had both given you a knowing look which had you counting the seconds until the members were dismissed. You’d followed him back to the studio after the meeting, softly trying to calm him down. He still glares, as he grumbles about how the company is annoying. You watch as he drops onto the couch, slumping back grumpily. He continues to rant, only stopping when he notices you sink to your knees in front of him. 

He watches with narrowed eyes as you run your hands up the sides of his thighs. His breath hitches quietly as you part his legs. 

“Come on Binnie, let me make you feel better?” you ask looking up at him through your lashes.

He bites his lip, giving you a shy nod. That’s all you need before you coax him to lift his hips, tugging his jeans down to pool at his ankles. 

A shaky moan tumbles out of his lips when you mouth at his cock through his boxers. Your hands are still gliding over his thighs, leaving small pink lines where you rake your nails down his skin. While Changbin would never admit it, he loves when you have him like this. The others are more into control, but he wants you to turn him into a pliant mess. 

He’s squirming as your lips travel lower, your teeth nipping at his honey skin teasingly. You leave a trail of hickies on his inner thighs, just to listen to the way he gets breathless from the feeling.

“Fuck, please don’t tease. Need to feel your lips around me pretty,” he begs, doing his best to keep still. 

His hands dig into the leather of the couch as you finally take him between your lips. Moaning at the feeling of him resting heavily against your tongue. The head you give him is messy. Spit covering your lips as you bob your head, staring up at Binnie as you take him deeper with each breath. He’s a moaning mess, hands gently cradling the back of your head. 

“Thank you pretty, it feels so good to have your mouth around me, thank you.” he praises desperately. The shaky tilt to his praises is almost hypnotic, making you want to stay on your knees for him for as long as he begs you to. You’d do anything he’d ask if it lets you hear him whine and beg for you as if he isn’t fully capable of pinning you down to have his way with you.

When you finally find it in yourself to pry your lips off of him, Changbin feels like he could cum just from the way your face stares back up at him. Swollen lips, glossy from his precum, and a string of spit still connecting you to his cock. 

Changbin who does almost cum when you suddenly press his leaking cock between your tits. His brain goes haywire when you start to glide them over him. When his hips begin to messily thrust up, you only encourage him through soft moans.

“Doing so good for me, just want you to make yourself feel good, yeah” you ask, glancing up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah- yeah, feels good pretty. Always feels good with you…” he says breathless from the pleasure coursing through him. 

You’re tongue poking out to catch a taste of him, missing the feeling of him in your mouth. He keens at the lewd image before him, you on your knees as you give him the best head he’ll ever get. Binnie who all but cries when you ask him to cum for you, voice sweet as venom.

“Come on, give it to me, Binnie. Want you to cum for me,” you ask, staring up at him with a pointed look. He comes with a whiny moan, hips stiling as he spills over your chest. He pants as he comes down from his high, now watching you with half-lidded eyes as you lick the cum off yourself. Giving him a satisfied hum, when you notice him watching you. The anger he once felt is now replaced with the need to give you even a fraction of pleasure you just gave him. 

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin uses you mostly in the practice rooms. The way Chan lives in the studio, Hyunjin lives here. The first time you’re here with him, it's rushed and quiet. Constantly looking over your shoulders, too scared to lock the practice room to avoid any suspicion. This only backfires in the long ring making you crave more from Hyunjin. He feels it too. The way the adrenaline rushed through him as he fucked you with his hand over your mouth. The act does very little to muffle your cries of pleasure. By the time you were finished he had the same dazed look in his eyes. From then on it almost became a game, seeing how far he could push his limits with you.  Sex with Hyunjin gets dirtier after each session, both of you egging each other on to do more and more. Less and less do you worry about someone coming in and catching you.Though neither one of you would be opposed to getting caught is what you discover soon enough.

The stress of another award show looming over the group has everyone on edge. It came to a head tonight, after hours of practice Hyune still can’t get a move quite right. After what was probably the thousandth time he’s texting you, telling you to meet him. 

He has you  pressed against the mirror, his touch harsh and bruising as fills you.He loves to watch where you’re joined, eyes flicking between where he’s grinding his cock into you and the way your eyes roll into the back of your head at the pleasure. Your hands barely keep you in place against the fogging mirror. With each hard thrust your hands slide further down the mirror, barely being held up by Hyunjin’s bruising grip.

The room is filled with a playlist, painstakingly curated by none other than Hyunjin. He’d briefly explained it to you in a conversation overshadowed by the countless orgasms he’d given you that night. He punctuated each beat with a timed thrust, all the while whispering the dirty lyrics into your ear just to watch your breath hitch. 

The only other sound in the room is the breathless moans and lewd smacks of where his hips meet yours. But on rare meetups Hyunjin likes to pull out his phone and film you. His mouth running unfiltered as he records the both of you.  

In his defense he can’t help the need to film your pussy in the mirror. Low curses falling from his lips as he watches the slick drip down your thighs. He pans to your face as you cum for the third time, zooming into the tears that leak from your eyes as you moan. The camera pans back over to his face as he gives you another hard thrust, the camera catching his own eyes fluttering at the way you tremble around him. 

“Look at you, watching yourself getting fucked. Bet it feels good, doesn’t it?” He taunts, knowing how worked up it makes you.

“Yes Jinnie! It’s so good,” you gasp out, hands still scrambling at the mirror. 

“I know, look at the way you’re gushing. We’re gonna have to mop the floors again…” he tsks, mockingly.

“Sorry Hyun- Hyunnie!!” you cry out, though at this point you're not entirely sure what you’re apologizing for. Hyunjin eyes your trembling form with a smirk, camera already panning back to your face for his next words. 

“Maybe I can have you clean it yourself? Won’t you be a good doll and lick up your mess, hmm?” he asks, becoming breathless himself at the image. 

You’re coming before he finishes, walls holding him in with a tight grip. Your tears are now running down the mirror as you slump against it. Any strength you had left is now gone as you shake through your release. The orgasm that rips through you leaves you to let out a silent scream. Hyunjin lets you ride it out, not entirely bothered by not getting his own release. Instead he focuses on filming your form slump further against the mirror. He knows you’ll get on your knees and help him out when you can think properly again. Part of him hopes you’ll consider his suggestion, letting him film it to add to his favorite collection.

[2hoothoots]

Do any of them have any bad habits? I'm not thinking of anything disastrous. I'm thinking of things like biting nails, tugging their own hair due to stress, leaning too far back in chairs and falling over, and things like that.

oh, yeah, Raz has a really bad hair-pulling habit when he's stressed out

i've done plenty of angsty stuff with these three before, so if we're talking more lighthearted bad habits:

Lili has no concept of 'bedtime'. if she's engrossed in her work, or binge-watching a new show that she's all of a sudden getting really into, she will quite happily stay up to 3 or 4am (and then feel upset and betrayed when she's really tired the next morning)

Dogen has a tendency to turn to retail therapy when he's having a bad day. he's gripping his phone with trembling hands, staring at the sanrio plush he's about to order online and mumbling under his breath "this will fix me." at this point he has like a mountain of stuff he's impluse-bought over the internet

Raz does the thing where he leans back really far whenever he's sitting on a chair. his balance is good enough that he'd never fall, but Lili can never resist the urge to push him over if she's in the same room

Raz also used to basically self-medicate his adhd with like half a dozen psi-pops every day (because i hc they're packed with sugar and caffeine and small amounts of other stimulants to give your brain a 'hit' of mental energy when needed). he ended up with a handful of cavities before he managed to get his hands on an adderall prescription

Lili fidgets with her jewelry a lot, which is fine except when she's trying to heal a new piercing and can't keep her hands off it. the one time she got her eyebrow pierced it ended up rejecting because she wouldn't stop fiddling with it (which is why it's scarred over)

Dogen is one of those people that absolutely Must stop and pet Every Cat He Sees. he doesn't have a great sense of time so he will frequently be late to meetings/appointments/lunch dates because there was a really cute cat and he got sidetracked

[mncein]

Hiiii!! Can I get a Yuna x reader and Yeji x reader(separate) where reader does a fake hickey prank

okay !! requests are 5 atm, and my laziness is kicking in 😨 promised myself i go to bed early but who cares it's summer break, but hey is it normal to sleep at 4am cuz i think it's not and i can't stop 😭 okay enough, thanks for the request !!

also trying something new with editing 😘 (HELPP I LOVE IT SM)

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YEJI —

"baby? are you there? i'm almost home." yeji spoke over the phone, and you weren't replying for almost one minute now, because your were busy applying the makeup of the fake hickey on your neck. the outfit you were wearing was a simple white shirt and some safety shorts.

"yeah, yeah i'm here. just... doing something." you put the phone down the table, checking what you look on the mirror, fixing your hair slightly and the taking the phone again and sat on the living room.

"hellooo?" yeji spoke in a sing-song tone and looks at the screen, seeing you turn on your camera.

"yeji, keep your eyes on the road." you say, getting a small chuckle from her.

"okay, i'll see you soon?"

"yes, i love you and take care." you smile at the camera and ended the call.

...

the front door opened, you smirked and stood up to greet her. smiling at her while she wraps her arm around you, you pull down on your hoodie a bit to show a small part of the fake hickey.

she pulls away, copying your smile as she puts her hand on your neck to pull you in for a kiss. she stops as her eyes drop down on the hickey on your neck.

"w-what is that?" yeji asks as her face forms a frown.

"what is what?" you act confused, trying to feel what's in your neck while you look at her.

"that's not mine." she stares down on your neck, tears holding back their release.

"what's not yours- oh." you quickly tried to hug her, but she pushes you away as her tears finally fall from her eyes. you hated seeing her cry, and you had to do something immediately.

"you've been cheating on me, y/n!" she spoke, backing away from you.

"baby- i'm sorry- it's a- prank-" you say between her pushes, she stops once she hears your full sentence, succumbing to your touch as she runs her hand on your back.

"i know you're tired so, i'm gonna make it up to you this night." you say, hoping she'll forgive you and agree. while you wipe the makeup off your neck, showing her it's really fake.

"i hate you for doing this, and you better be sorry about it." you pinches your side as you yelp, laughing. you really have to make it up for her now, good luck.

YUNA —

you're applying the make up on your neck while yuna was taking a shower. you check what you look on the mirror and quickly sat down on the sofa, waiting impatienty for yuna.

you're pulling the prank during weekends so yuna isn't tired, you knew she was very grumpy when tired and even more worse when you bully her.

yuna stood by the door and folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you. what?

"what's wrong?" you ask straightening your position on the sofa. she walks over to you and sat beside you, then reached to touch the hickey on your neck, wiping it with ease and smirked.

"i knew it, your pranks don't work on me." yuna smugly says, you sigh, when is she not gonna notice you're going to pull a prank. well maybe she used her brain this time, why did you randomly get a hickey on your neck.

"aww, come on. i put all my efforts doing that makeup." you sigh when you stopped her, but looking at her shocked expression, you laughed.

"how dare you cheat on me!" she propped her hands on her hips and pouts at you, you laugh as she pretended to be hurt by it and slaps your face gently as a joke.

but for the next few minutes, she's telling you what she would feel if she didn't caught you.

"well, my first reaction would be, of course shocked, and sad. i mean who wouldn't. i would shout, "y/n, are you cheating on me?!" then talk to you about our relationship and then end it there." yuna explains with a laugh, staring while your mouth forms a small 'o'.

"just like that? you're not even gonna ask if it's a prank?" you ask. thank god she caught you, or else your relationship is literally over.

"no, i mean if your lover pulled a prank like that, they will most llkely cheat." yuna explains once more, and you seem to be struck by what she just had said.

"me? cheat on you? never think of the impossible to happen." you roll your eyes playfully and rested your head on her shoulder.

"i know that, and you probably won't right?"

"yes, baby, i will never."

[pencil-inc]

#4

You might be wondering what kind of name "Reference" is. Well, it's not on my driver's license.

Codes, acronyms, synonyms and referents were passed around like it were child's play, some official, some not. Part of this was enforced, like the repetition of the project's values, known as LEAD (as in pencil lead):

Loyalty, Extension, Attention, Determination. You're going to hear that a lot from now on.

Well, not just from me. From every other corner of this place, too. The entire project was underpinned by LEAD.

I'll try and paint a picture for you.

"You know, it's like where most toons come from! [Our values come] from the end of a pencil," Nikolai Ravensdale said in a press interview at the company's opening. He was the head-turning, exceptional COO for the entirety of Beale and PENCIL's ventures.

(I'm not siding with him, by the way. He was just extraordinarily intelligent.)

"We take this seriously like no one else; I- I actually came up with these, one night. It was like 3AM, I don't know how I did it (...)

"Loyalty might sound like it's a- like we treat our companies like dogs, and we don't! (laugh) It's for our work, for that devotion to science and wellbeing."

Every start of a shift, take your ID in your hands and repeat those values. With your colleagues. Fall into line, keep them at the forefront. Face the day with ferocious, unrelenting energy. Don't think twice.

"Extension helps our employees really push themselves in their drive to treat our patients and their research with care! Especially in the case of the interns we take on..."

You can stay another hour or two. Come on, the time will fly! Imagine the work you can get done this late, at 4am. Won't they be impressed, you think as you sip your fifth cup of coffee.

"Attention makes sure they don't miss the little things and details, for our quality work..."

If you’re not aiming for perfection, you’re doing it wrong. Check your numbers. Use the finer sandpaper. Watch your chemical quantities. Check your numbers. Push out the presentation by another fifteen so you can be sure you won’t be scrutinised. Start the whole test over, we missed a few millimetres worth of accuracy. Check your numbers.

"And Determination... well, what wouldn't we be without Determination? We'd give up!"

And you can't give up. You physically can't. Clause 16 keeps you, your colleagues, everyone from the night guards to the department heads trapped. Any breach of the contract is a confidentiality breach, and you risk a criminal record if you disappear without notice. They paid a lot of money for that watertight seal, I know that much.

WIth that, burnout came second nature to us like how a duckling takes to a pond of magma. It’s only normal when it’s everywhere.

I think, in hindsight, it was remarkable how much we adapted to that hell. No, really. Nikolai, or One was we called him, knew what he was doing. It was no Stockholm syndrome stimulant, but that acronym was the epitome of the idealised worker.

Soon enough, we all tired and fell in line. The monotone uncertainty became monotone. Our pay was given without scrutiny, we took it without question (and it was good pay). The ease of compliance was just that. Easy.

Nikolai was the company’s poster ‘child’. He had a lot to say and a whole deal of enthusiasm to say it with. He had some of the finest communication skills in the sector, right until the company’s end.

We had a whole set of referents for people like Nikolai. Company leaders? The Men Upstairs. Department leads? The Round Table, sometimes. Investors? The Coins, but definitely while they were a thousand miles away or more.

Might as well anonymise myself with one. Feels fitting. Like I can’t let everything go after all this time, as much as I try.

— Reference

[fallingforel]

GIRL DAD MATTY BLURB- AT THE SHOW!!!

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA. I have had a very busy time since I last uploaded anything and I promise to get a lot more regular with my uploads now! , I had half of this written in February and it’s been In my drafts since. I finally finished it just now so I really hope you like it. It’s less of a blurb more of a piece

So I saw this photo on my Timeline and it just sparked something in me to write girl dad Matty Blurb.

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You had been watching Matty rehearse the show, You wanted to watch it before you decided if it was appropriate for your Girls to watch.

"What do you think" "Much prefer this to At Their Very Best, the girls hated it when I had to take them away during consumption. Least they can watch it this time around" "Yeah, I hated it too." Matty replied reminiscing during At Their Very when you whisked the girls off from the side wings. Slightly hearing Amelie's crying, and Grace and Georgia's "Why I want to watch dad" questioning.

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You hadn't managed to pull the girls out of school for a week, just to go to the first day of their dad's show in America, which he was very proud of. However you had managed to pull them out for the Thursday and Friday marking the first dates of the UK dates of "Still...At their Very best". It was a surprise though, neither Matty or the girls knew. So when you had told the girls that morning they wouldn't be going to school that morning, they had all but questioning why and asking if they were going to see their dad, making it obvious knowing that their dad had left the previous night, Amelie being the daddy girl that she was sobbing for hours on end crying for her daddy until she had tired herself at 4am softly wrapping your hair around her hand while sucking her thumb a habit you both were trying to get her to stop.

"Enough questioning Grace and Georgia. get your breakfast. then get packing for two nights" "We're defo going to see dad" Georgia says mumbling quiet enough that you didn't hear turning to the cupboard to grab some cereal.

"What does my Amelie want for her brekky" "Daddy's!" She said squealing. As of late, Matty had been giving Amelie a piece of toast yoghurt with strawberries and honey topping off the yoghurt. It sounded weird but she loved it ever since she had her yoghurt and then asked Matty for his toast. Who was he to decline his baby girl, He just couldn't say no to her. "Daddy's, breakfast it is my sweet girl"

Once the girls had finished their breakfast you had urged them to go get dressed and pack two nights worth of clothes. They had obliged after finally getting it out of you that they were going to see their dad, they had bugged it out of you.

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The flight to Glasgow from Manchester wasn't too bad. Amelie had practically slept the whole way there and Grace and Georgia had kept quiet, thank god for technology, and you just hoped and prayed that Matty wasn't bombarding you with messages saying good morning and asking how the girls were and then being upset/worried why you weren't replying.

Stepping off the plane you had managed to avoiud the screaming fans amelie cowering in your neck and Grace and Georgia keeping their heads down, they all knew by now that they were to avoid the cameras and just walk and ignore them. You had been doing it for so many years by now it had become second nature to you.

You met George in arrivals, Amelie jumping out of your arms running with her sisters "Uncle Georgie" she screamed "Slow down girls." "Hello my sweet girls. How are you?" the girls answered accordingly You gave him a death stare. "But yeah don't run in the airport, you could knock someone out" he added on, not wanting a lecture at 10am from you "how are you Y/n? How was the flight" He says giving you a side hug walking to the car. "I'm good, Matty's only been gone one night and Amelie was up crying half the night. Thank god we've only got a month of this. I don't think I could do the same amount of time over again" "Yeah, he was showing us videos of the girls last night on the bus. It was so repetitive." "You know how he gets though when he's been with the girls for a month" "Yes unfortunately I do." he says opening the car doors.

"I didn't know you were driving. especially had a car out here" "I don't it's ross' he let me borrow it as long as I promised not to crash it." "You wouldn't crash it not with the girls in the back" "Yeah I know. He knows that too but Matty was around so had to keep the façade up you know?" "All too well, George, all too well"

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Once you had arrived at the Arena. you had made sure to avoid the fans queuing and went around the back and collected your's and the girls AAA passes.

"right. He's in the green room. follow me come on" George says checking his phone and pocketing it in his back pocket. The girls had all but skipped on the way there. It had been so long since the girls did this. So you weren't Surprised.

George knocked on the door before Matty shouted a "come in" He peeked his head through the door but the girls pushed past and shouted "Daddy" "Oh hello my sweet girls. What are you doing here?" he says Amelie climbing up on to his lap and snuggling in his shoulder Matty kissing her head while the other two sat in between him and he put his arms round them.

"You thought we wouldn't miss the first night of the europe tour of still at their very best. you must be quite mad Matthew. It's tradition. starting all the way back in 2013, when I went that night alone single and somehow ended up with a boyfriend"

"Darling wife." he exclaims pouty face on signalling for wanting a kiss "Your not gonna meet me halfway matty?" "Can't exactly can I?" he exclaims gesturing to where all his daughters are sat in his arms. You send him an eyeroll before meeting his lips placing a chaste kiss. and then going to sit down on the sofa opposite them. no room your three daughters and husband occupying the sofa.

"Ahhh I missed my girls." he says placing a kiss on their heads. "How was the flight and last night" "Amelie you want to tell daddy what happened last night or should I?" you ask Amelie lifts her head up from where it lay on Matty's chest before leaning back down saying "You tell." muffled by her fathers chest. "Your youngest daughter was up until 4am last night crying because she missed you. She tired herself out eventually. She started sucking her thumb again" Matty sighs before lifting her head up, making her look him in her eyes in the sweetest and gentlest voice he tells her "Darling. You musn't cry just because daddy's gone. You know it's his job. Your a big girl right?" she nods her eyes welling up. "Well, big girls don't cry at their daddy's being away. and they also don't suck their thumb." "I just missed you" her bottom lip wobbling before tears started pouring out, she didn't like being told off. "I'm not telling you off darling. I just don't want you to cry. I hate seeing you upset. I missed you too aswell you know” and then Amelie cowered further into his neck, grace yelling ow as Amelie had put her bottom half of her body fully ontop of grace, “Amelie, stop it your hurting Grace.” Matty said, and then the tears started pouring out of her face. “I bet you haven’t missed that mate” Ross said walking into the room. “UNCLE ROSS!” Georgia and Grace exclaimed jumping up from the sofa and running into Ross’ arms who at this point crouched down taking both girls into the hug “oh my girlies I’ve missed you. How have you been.” “Good! I got an A in my music assignment.” Grace says. Matty and I look at each other eyes wide. “Grace Denise Healy! You never told us” matty and I chorus into telling her off “whoops. Did I not?” “Er no young lady” Matty says “your dad’s a world famous musician and you didn’t think to tell me? Who do you think you are?” “It must’ve slipped my mind to mention. I’m sorry dad, i didn’t mean to. But you know it was bass guitar, I wasn’t singing or anything. So it didn’t really concern you?” “Grace Denise Healy! He’s your dad. And he also plays bass. So I should think it should concern him do you not? Also please don’t speak like that to your dad or me ever again. Okay?” “Okay. I’m sorry. Hug and kiss?” She asks walking back to where Matty was sat on the sofa with Amelie still in his arms. “Of course my sweet girl.” He says giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

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A little while later Matty brings me into the room without the girls

“What have you bought me in here for?” “To ask you a question.” “You’re not about to propose again are you? We’re already married.” I say waving my left hand infront of his face signalling the engagement ring and wedding band that adorned my ring finger.

“No no. God I do not want to relive that period of you being a bridezilla” “I wasn’t that bad” “oh come on you were swearing every which way at every body when nothing went your way” “okay maybe I was a tad bad” “I’d say so, anyway we’re digressing here” he says

“How would you feel if I bought Grace out to play a song?” “Hmm I don’t know Matty. It’s a big ask. What if she plays the wrong chord? Also not to mention that we try to keep them off social media for their own protection.” “I understand all that, but I’ve spoken to Grace and she said that her assignment was the bass the sound. I really and truly think that she won’t mess it up. And as for the social media thing. If she wants to be shown on social media, then I think she can make her own choice now. She’s 13, she’s old enough to have her own social media now. I think that’s down to her” “Okay. If she’s okay with it then I’m okay with it, but let her choose Matty, I know how proud you are of her but please don’t force her, it needs to be her own choice. And I fully stress that”

“Okay. Thank you for seeing me out” “no worries, your the girls dad too. We parent together not separately” he kisses me on the lips then goes to leave to presumably to get Grace. “Matty?” “Yeah?” He says turning around “how would you feel if I did the about us part tonight?” “Well Carlys doing that. But you can do Jesus Christ if you want? It is your part after all.” “I’d like that” I say. He turns around “one more thing” “yeah?” “I love you.” “I love you too baby”

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“How would you like to perform the sound on stage with Daddy, uncle hann, uncle George and uncle Ross? It does mean that you’d go on social media though. Because most of the fans will be capturing it.” “I’m okay with it.” “Grace you can say no you know” “I know, I’m completely fine with it. I can’t wait now” “I’m so glad that your excited, did you know mums also going on stage too?” “I didn’t. Is she doing auntie Carly’s bit?” “No, she’s doing her own bit. Jesus Christ god bless America 2005” “that’s so cool I can’t wait to see mum up there. We’re rockstars now, with thousands of fans” “yep, but you know daddy’s always going to be your number one don’t you” “I know”

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“Alright all gather in for a photo” Grace stands at the back cuddled into Matty Georgia stands on her own infront of Grace. Amelie is on Mattys hip, as always.

“Alright. Now you four.” “We’re a bit photoed out don’t you think” “Never too photoed out, huddle in” George stands at the back with Ross next to him and Matty and Adam stand at the front. “Perfect, come on handsome our turn” “ugh geez anybody would think I am some sort of rockstar” everybody choruses “you are” “oh yeah” he says and everybody’s starts laughing. “Come on then mrs”

We huddle in and take a few silly poses before Grace and Georgia choruses “mum and dad you’re so embarrassing” “oh no. I think we’re too old we’ve finally been hit with the embarrassing I never thought I’d see the day” I say looking at Matty resting my head on his shoulder “it’s okay, I’ll always be embarrassing with you. No matter how old we get” ��your too sweet but I think we should do some cute ones now”

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The concert starts and then after Matty finishes on the b-stage I get my queue to go on. Nobody out there I was going to be doing Jesus Christ with Jamie instead of Polly. So it was nerve wracking and I didn’t have any of the boys with me so that made my anxiety even worse. However the show must go on. So I stood in place and the crowd starts roaring and the introductory chords start playing, so I hum along and the crowd hum along too.

“I’m in love with Jesus Christ, he’s so nice. I’m in love I’ll say it twice. I’m in love I’m in love. I’m in love but I’m feeling low, for I am just a footprint In the snow. I’m in love with a boy I know but that’s a feeling I can never show. Oh fortunately I believe lucky me. I’m searching for planes in the sea and that’s irony. Soil just needs water to be and a seed so if we turn into a tree can I be the leaves? I’m in love with the girl next door. Her name is Claire. Nice when she comes round to call, then masturbate the second she’s not there. Oh fortunately I believe. Lucky me. Searching for planes in the sea, that’s irony. Soil just needs water to be. And a seed so if we turn into a tree can I be the leaves.” The crowd claps back.

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“Ladies and gentlemen. We have a very special guest for this next song” the crowd cheers “charli! Charli! Charli!” Understandable as she was seen earlier in the show, he laughs “not quite but just as special. Ladies and gentlemen. On the bass for this next song. My very own daughter Grace Denise Healy!” The crowd scream She runs out waving with a bass guitar strapped across her shoulder. She waves to the crowd and they scream back

The song goes well and the crowd are screaming “Grace! Grace! Grace!” “They absolutely loved you baby” I say giving her a hug as she comes off. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure she’ll be back very soon!”

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The rest of the show went well and Matty left on a high from the crowd which is always a good thing.

“Oh my baby girl I love you you did so well, you too y/n. You were so amazing and the roar the crowd let out the minute they realised you were performing not polly was just amazing.”

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The rest of the weekend goes so well and Grace performs again the following night you aswell. And you spend the rest of the weekend in Scotland in a familial bliss. It was just a dream and you get ready to live it all again in London, seen as it was right on your doorstep. So the girls wouldn’t miss school.

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