#or a quick fwb or ons to help with their rut only to realize this fact too deep in

[cherryxblossxms]

Oh no, thinking again of the obey me boys in rut... one of them taking you to bed, not for the first time and probably not the last. And it's not until they're knuckle deep trying to prep your hole that you realize they have a knot now

[feliix]

more than friends (with benefits) ↠ felix

↠ Felix x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, FWB!AU

↠ Rating: M (18+) ↠ Word Count: 2k

↠ Summary: You always thought being friends with benefits with Felix was a dream. At least, that was until the benefits starting outweighing the friendship and your feelings got sucked in.

↠ Warnings: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, mutual pining

↠ A/N: hi sorry this is very unedited I might go in and fix stuff later sorry Im lazy right now and banner creds to me okay enjoy!

“So wet for me,” his deep, gravelly voice fills your ears, the room spinning around you with each buck of his hips. Teeth sinking into your lip, you grasp for the sheets beside you. His rhythm is quick, persistent, and you’re unable to catch your breath.

“Felix,” his name leaves your lips in a high pitched whine. It's getting harder to hold on with a pace like this. Had you not already cum twice just tonight, maybe your stamina would be a bit higher. But the familiar knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter as his thrusts persist. 

It's not long until you're coming undone around him. The force of his hips driving into you, the firm grip his hand has on your ass sets you aflame. Just a few more powerful ruts; he’s angling himself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. And that's when your legs begin to shake, the force from your third orgasm taking over.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Felix’s pace only quickening to grant himself an orgasm of his own. Oversensitivity sets in quickly causing your eyes to slam shut in dismay; mind blurry with small white stars as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

“So fucking tight,” Felix’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking and all you can offer is the tightening spasms of your pussy. You clench around him rapidly, enticing him to come to his finish. “ Fuck, baby. Such a good slut for me.”

Unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside, the sound of his voice shooting right to your core and letting out an extra gush of arousal. Felix takes this as a sign to go harder, busing himself by pounding into you. Each time his hips meet your ass he leaves a gentle slap on your supple skin. When he bottoms out your back arches instinctively. The pressure of his tip on your sweet spot drives you wild, your fingers grabbing for the sheets underneath you to hold onto. 

But him fucking you from behind causes you to miss the sweet contortion of his face as he reaches his high. You can only feel the grip he has on your waist tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into your skin as he ruts into you with such fervor. 

He doesn’t pull out, you’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Felix’s cum. “Fuck,” you’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him, “want you to fill me up.”

With a few especially hard thrusts Felix is collapsing over you, holding you close as his cum paints your walls. The pace of his thrusts slows as soon as his hot body presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you both come down from your highs.

If you didn't feel his heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck you may have forgotten where you were. The labored sound of breathing fills the room around you. His rapid heartbeat pounds against your back; it's slowing now, that's how you know he’s about to pull out.

It's the same routine every time. He comes over, you fuck, you cuddle, he leaves.

Which is okay, the two of you aren’t dating or anything. You’re friends with benefits; emphasis on the benefits half and a little less stress on the friends part. This isn’t how it’s always been. Things used to be the other way around, ironically. 

Felix was your best friend, it wasn’t until you initiated this little arrangement that things changed. 

It’s a blur how it all came about actually. Just one day you got a little too worked up while looking at his plush lips, making a move and changing the dynamic between the two of you forever. After letting him fuck you once, you never came back from that.

The Netflix nights faded into the dark as the Netflix & chill nights came more frequently. It isn’t something that you noticed at first, you were into it, gosh, why wouldn't you be? So many girls would love to be in your place – hooking up with their highly attractive guy best friend. But over time you began to miss the relationship you used to have. Watching a movie without pausing halfway through to have sex is unheard of now. You can’t remember the last time you were actually able to do that. 

The worst part is you think you might be missing something else. The more you hookup the more you find yourself longing for him – not just his touch. When he leaves, you feel lonely. Not just the ‘I’m alone’ lonely, either. You want to be with him all the time, spend time doing fun couple-y things in addition to the hot sex you have every night. You want more from this, you need to be more than friends.

And before you know it, Felix’s body is relaxing as he pulls out of you slowly, a trail of cum following in its path beginning to drip down your thigh. A deep sigh leaves your lips when the weight of Felix’s body flops down onto the mattress next to you. You want him to know you’re bothered, you’re just too scared to bring it up on your own.

It doesn’t seem that he notices, though, he just lets out an exhausted grunt in return. In a split second reaction, you sigh again, trying to cover it up by extending your limbs to look like you’re stretching. The second one may have been a bit too dramatic; Felix noticed it this time, the look on his face riddled with confusion.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, great. Well, you got what you wanted, not having to start the conversation but you’ll definitely be the one to ruin it. You could just deflect, say ‘nothing’ and carry on the way you were – but that won’t do much to help your own feelings. 

“Actually, yeah.”

The phrase surprises you just as much as it surprises Felix, you just do a better job of covering it up than he does. His eyes are wide, head turned in your direction now as he begins to sit up. Luckily both of your clothes were in close vicinity – this probably isn't a conversation that neither of you wants to have naked.

Or have in general, for that matter. But getting dressed is a nice way to avoid eye contact, which seems to be the only thing you’ll be able to avoid in this awkward moment.

“What’s up?”

The concern in his voice is prevalent. He’s doing what he can to stay calm but deep down he’s worried. The meek thought of you cutting him off crosses Felix’s mind briefly; a pang of anxiety cuts through him like a knife. And he doesn’t do a great good job of hiding it, but thankfully you’re too caught up in putting on a shirt that you don't notice. 

Guilt starts eating away at you once you realize what you’re doing, what you’re about to tell him. This could ruin everything between you. You don’t think he’ll cut you off, no; but chances are you tell him and things will change forever. The second you speak up about it will determine your future with Felix – if there even is one.

“Have you ever thought about,” your voice stalls, letting a deep breath pause your thoughts in an attempt to ease your mind, “not just having sex anymore?”

“You wanna stop hooking up?” 

“N-no, that's not what I meant!” The words fly out of your mouth more forceful than you intended, and before you're able to stop yourself from spilling them. A puzzled look quickly crosses Felix’s face as he waits for you to continue. There’s a strange tension beginning to surround you, making your palms sweat and stomach twist. 

The air is feeling heavier as thoughts are flooding through your mind. The longer you prolong this conversation the more it's going to hurt you in the end, “Things have just...changed.” 

His head nods along with your words, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his face sinks. Somewhere along the timeline of between being best friends and friends with benefits, that friendship you had was lost. It isn't just you who realized that.

“Because I have feelings for you?”

“Y-you what?” 

You have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is real and what you heard Felix just said was true. But he finds humor in your response, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your jaw slowing drops. All this time and you both have been oblivious to each other's feelings…

“I thought you knew that…” His voice is soft, trailing off at the end as embarrassment creeps up. A rosy blush tints his freckled cheeks, soon covering them as he buries his head in his hands. 

“You never told me that,” you chuckle endearingly, butterflies pounding at your chest as heat rises to your cheeks, “did you know that I have feelings for you?”

“Noooo,” his voice is playful, head sinker deeper into his hands as small giggles leave his lips.

It a split-second reaction your hands are taking hold of his wrists, gently moving them from his face to look at his eyes. They’re narrowed into squints, his face squished into a smiling mess as his ears are red with embarrassment. 

“So were you just not gonna tell me?” You say in a joking tone, doing your best to ease Felix’s nerves. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

The mood of the room suddenly shifts. Felix’s smile is quick to fade, his cheeks settling back to normal as his eyes slightly widen. Your heart twists with his words – the thought of losing him to something so silly hits you like a million bricks. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches for your hand, noticing the change of your expression and giving a sympathetic smile. Your eyes follow the trace of his tumb over your hand, stroking the skin lightly as you sit in silence. 

You wonder if that thought has weighed heavy on his mind for a while, how long he’s had feelings for you. It must have hurt him feeling like this was nothing more than sex to you; if only he knew.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s eyes light up at your words, his hand gripping yours a little firmer now. The butterflies you first felt are still there, flapping away in your stomach each time the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder there he is, cheeks blushing as his head turns to face you. A swift hand is brought to your neck, holding it as he effortlessly moves in towards you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer, focusing your eyes on each of his features; catching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. His face is just centimeters from yours, his eyes staring down at your lips and his hot breath fanning across the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I love you,” his deep voice whispers over your lips. You aren’t given enough time to return the words before he’s moving in closer.

Time stills in slow motion when his soft lips meet yours; the world could stop turning but all that would matter is that you are here, right now, in this moment with Felix.

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[gamerwoo]

Chan: Welcome Home

Characters: Chan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fwb au, kinda fluffy but mostly smut (dom/sub themes, kinda dirty talk???, oral, choking)

Word count: 3,512

Summary: Since he hasn’t seen you in the last 3 months while you were studying abroad, Chan decides to go through with your movie-filled afternoon despite the fact he’s just started mating season.

a/n: here’s the thing. I got a request for Chan or Seungcheol during mating season and my dumb ass forgot I had mating season headcanons going on (which I haven’t done in y e a r s so like no wonder I forgot) so I wrote this entire oneshot before I realized I fucked up but I already wrote almost 3.5k words and I refuse to let it go to waste so for now, y’all get this because I am a hoe for Lee Chan thank u goodnight (it’s also like 3:30am when I’m posting this so no it hasn’t been looked over and yes there are probably spelling errors and it’s probably rushed and b a d but cut me some slack)

He gulped as you shifted to sit crisscross on the couch beside him. It was bad enough before, but now your shorts were riding up even more than before and it was sure to drive him completely insane. His growing claws were already digging into his thighs through his joggers -- he’d specifically put on black ones that were a little thicker to hide the fact he was completely 100% hard -- and now he was sure he was going to break skin or something. He’d never even thought of you in a sexual way, but now he couldn’t stop it because of his rut that had started that day.

Chan hadn’t seen you, his best friend, in 3 months. You were studying abroad in some country, leaving him alone without his partner in crime. He’d be damned before he cancelled on you the first day he was going to see you, mating season or not. 

Clearly, that was a bad idea.

You were completely aware that Chan was a werewolf, and you knew what came with that. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was currently experiencing mating season that very afternoon. You’d barely looked at him, too engrossed in the movie to notice anything about him -- even his shifting was lost on you.

Despite the fact he needed the thick clothing to hide his hard on from you, Chan was dying in his joggers. His body heat was already spiked because of mating season, and it wasn’t helping that he had to make sure his lower half was completely covered. He was surprised he wasn’t sweating through his thin t-shirt.

“Hey, _____,” Chan spoke up, his voice sounding a little raspy so he cleared his throat before continuing, “do you mind turning the temperature down?”

“It’s your apartment,” you snorted, turning your head toward him to roll your eyes, “you do-- Hey, are you okay, dude?”

Chan’s skin was flushed and shiny with a sheen of sweat, and if you studied him closely enough, you could see he was shaking in short quick moves that looked like he was practically vibrating. You’d never seen Chan look or act like this before.

“Y-yeah...why?” he asked, but just looking in his reddening eyes, you could tell that was a lie.

“Chan, you look like you’re dying,” you told him, reaching a hand up to touch the back of it to his forehead.

Chan quickly leaned away, eyes going wide, “Dont--!”

You narrowed your eyes, pulling your hand back, “Alright, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Chan.”

“I...I-I can’t tell you.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Why not?”

“It’s weird,” he groaned, but the noise only sounded half distressed -- you weren’t sure what the other half was, but it wasn’t anything you’d ever heard come from your best friend.

Your eyes glanced back at the TV to see that you’d apparently missed something big, and now one of the main characters was crying. You groaned, sitting up on your knees to reach across Chan for the remote to pause the movie.

“_____--!” Chan’s protest was cut off by a loud whimper as he felt your arm graze the erection in his pants.

Suddenly his arousal was increased by 1000, and it hurt even more than before. There was no way he was going to be able to sit here beside you and even seem remotely okay now.

You immediately sat back, staring wide-eyed at Chan as his head fell back against his couch, his eyes screwed shut as he reached for one of the throw pillows and covered his lap with it -- though you couldn’t help but notice he was slightly grinding up into it.

And then the answer hit you, and you felt like an idiot for not getting it sooner.

“Is this that mating season/heat thing?” you asked quietly.

Chan whined, “It’s not heat, it’s rut, first of all. I’m a man, _____.”

“Okay, sorry I’m not a werewolf expert,” you sighed.

There was a silence that fell between the two of you, and you could tell that Chan was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. The poor guy couldn’t even sit still.

You studied him for a moment before asking, “It’s this bad?”

He nodded move aggressively, his hips rutting up into the pillow, “It hurts...” he panted, unable to open his eyes -- if he did, he’d probably tackle you then and there. “M-maybe it’s better you leave. I d-don’t wanna do anything to you...”

Chan definitely wasn’t ugly. He was far from it, actually. Chan was probably one of the most flawless-looking human beings -- well, sort of human-being -- you’d ever seen. And he was your best friend whom you trusted with your life. You weren’t close with anybody else like you were with Chan, so honestly, the idea of helping Chan out wasn’t...awful. Actually, it kind of made you aroused, too.

And Chan smelled that change, groaning louder before it faded to a whimper, “You smell so s-sweet. _____, if you don’t leave, y-you’ll get hurt...”

Chan’s eyes suddenly snapped open as he felt the pillow getting pulled away from him. He sat up, locking eyes with you as you gripped the fabric of the pillow in one hand, pulling it up from his lap.

“_____, don’t,” he warned.

But the look in Chan’s red eyes was anything but menacing, so you kept going. He didn’t fight back when you took the pillow away, and his eyes never left yours as your hand slowly moved to cover his clothed erection. There was a whimper deep in his chest as you slowly started palming him, his hips bucking up into your hand.

His hand gripped your wrist, and you thought he was going to tell you to stop, but instead, he begged for the opposite.

“Please don’t stop,” he whined, looking and sounding so small and vulnerable.

“I won’t,” you promised. “I’m gonna help you feel better.”

Your hand slid into the waistband of Chan’s joggers and his boxers, wrapping around his length. His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered at your touch, unable to comprehend how amazing just slowly stroking him felt. His senses were way too heightened, so even just your skin on his felt like his skin was on fire.

Your fingers swiped over his tip, smearing precum down his length while you pumped him slowly, taking in every twitch of his face. It seemed like anything you did made him moan and dig his nails -- well, now claws -- into the couch, ripping them open. But despite the fact he was ruining his furniture, Chan didn’t seem to care. He was too focused on the pleasure you were giving him, keeping his eyes screwed shut to take it all in.

His eyes suddenly snapped open feeling something warm and wet around him, eliciting a growl from his chest. His head snapped up and he looked down, only to see you bent over with your lips wrapped around his cock, unaware that he was even watching you.

Chan let out a shaky breath of your name, both hands moving to run through your hair and hold it out of your face. It was taking everything in him to not snap his hips up and fuck your face, but he couldn’t stop the little twitches of his hips as you took him further, further, further into your mouth. It wasn’t until your nose brushed against his skin after taking all of him in that his hips relaxed and he let out a low groan.

“Fuck, _____...” he breathed as you stayed there, trying to relax your gag reflex.

When you felt comfortable enough, you swallowed.

That was it for Chan.

Your hair was suddenly being gripped harder as Chan began to thrust up into your mouth at an insane speed. Soft growls and snarls came from his chest, a few containing your name or a few profanities. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t control himself, but you also didn’t seem to care, either. You just kept your hands pressed to his clothed thighs, letting him use you however he wanted as saliva dribbled from your mouth.

Your cheeks hollowed, causing Chan’s hands to fly to wherever he could dig his claws into -- the couch was once again his victim.

“God, fuck,” he groaned, letting you bop your head at your own quick pace. He looked down at you, watching your movements with shallow breaths. “_____, I’m-- ah, fuck!”

Chan twitched and suddenly released in your mouth, apparently even taking him by surprise. He was just so overly-sensitive from mating season that it didn’t take much to get him to cum that quickly. But he wasn’t embarrassed by it, and he also wasn’t done, either. Even once you’d swallowed everything that had spurted down your throat and took your mouth off of him, his erection still stood hard and red like nothing had ever happened.

The entire time you were sucking him off, Chan could smell your arousal easily, and it was driving him absolutely insane. But since he’d already let go and let his instincts take over, he didn’t hold back from pulling you into his lap and kissing you intensely. It took you by surprise, but you didn’t push away or go stiff. You kissed him back, arms winding around his neck as he positioned your legs to straddle him.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked between kisses before his mouth was moving across your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin to make soft red marks.

You just nodded, letting out a soft moan when he sucked on a particular spot.

But nothing could’ve prepared you for the words that came from Chan next.

His eyes darkened in an instant, looking at you like you were his prey. His voice was a low growl as he said, “I’ve never wanted to fuck anybody more in my life.”

His words and the tone he said them in sent heat shooting straight down to your center as your cheeks burned up. Nobody had ever said anything like that to you, and nobody had ever looked at you like Chan was. It was all just...a lot. But, admittedly, you liked it.

“Then do it,” you told him.

The way you looked and sounded so small made Chan feel like he had even more power over you, and he loved it. That was all he needed was that little confirmation. One hand went around your waist, pressing into your back to push you into him. At the same time, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his other hand going to the nape of your neck to hold you in place. Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands under your thighs before he stood -- his werewolf strength still continued to amaze you. He effortlessly carried you to his bedroom, his lips moving down to nip and suck at your neck while your hands moved up to play with his hair.

“You don’t know how fucking amazing you smell,” he mumbled against your skin as he walked through the open door.

You wanted to press your legs together, embarrassed that Chan was able to smell your arousal, but with him between your legs as he carried you over to his bed, it wouldn’t have done much.

Chan chuckled as he felt your thighs clench anyway, “Don’t be so shy. We’re best friends, ______.”

“I forgot your stupid werewolf senses catch everything,” you grumbled, burying your face in his hair.

He all but tossed you down on his bed, his red eyes boring into yours. He straddled your thighs, his index fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and underwear as he all but ripped them off of you, getting them down your legs faster than you or anybody ever had. His eyes turning dark as he shoved his own bottoms down, unable to take the heat taking over his body anymore. His t-shirt was then swiftly removed, leaving only you clothed now in just your bra and shirt.

Arousal burned in your lower abdomen as you watched Chan’s movements, his eyes never leaving yours, either. His skin was practically glowing from the afternoon sun that streamed in from the windows, making him look almost godlike. He rolled you over before pulling on your hips to get you to sit up on your knees, and then it hit you that you were actually about to have sex with your best friend. And yet, you didn’t want to stop.

You felt Chan lean over your back, his lips by your ear as he roughly whispered, “I bet you’re so wet right now, aren’t you?”

You whimpered as you felt the tip of his dick rub against your folds, Chan growling into your neck at the feeling.

“God, you are,” he moaned before he finally thrust into you slowly, making you gasp as you felt every inch of him stretch you out and fill you up. “Fuck, you’re so tight, too. You feel so good around me, ______.”

You would’ve thought it would be weird to have your best friend say these things to you, but it only turned you on even more. Besides, you knew mating season was going to make him say a lot of things he wouldn’t normally ever say to you. You also knew it was going to make him very possessive, and you expected that to come out a lot, too. You weren’t his mate, but right now, you belonged to him.

With Chan’s instincts taking over, he didn’t even pause to ask if you were okay -- but with how wet and aroused you were, you were completely fine. He gripped your hair with one hand, keeping the other on your hip as he began thrusting into you at a rough, fast pace that made you gasp before loudly moaning out his name.

“Does that feel good?” he panted, his hand releasing your hair and stroking down your back to grip your hip.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you moaned, gripping his pillows as your eyes screwed shut.

“Bet nobody else has ever fucked you as good as me, huh?” he asked, his bangs falling in his face and sticking to his forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly as how your playful best friend had turned into this possessive dom, but it quickly turned into a moan with the smile still on your face, “No, Chan.”

Chan’s head fell back feeling you laugh while he was inside you. He’d never felt that before, but it felt amazing. He suddenly grabbed your hair again and yanked, pulling you up until your back was flush with his front. You yelped, but you didn’t mind the pain.

You felt his hand move from your hair to your throat, gripping tight enough to make you a little lightheaded, but not so tight that you couldn’t breath. With nothing else to hold onto, you gripped his arm and wrist with both of your hands, your eyes closing as he continued to thrust into you with his other arm wrapped around your torso.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing right now,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your shoulder.

“I’m just not used to you being so-- ah, Chan!” you whimpered at the end, feeling his length brush against that spot that had you clenching around him.

Chan smirked, the hand not squeezing your throat moving down to your clit, “Not laughing now, are you?”

“D-do that again,” you begged, your hands blindly reaching out to grip the headboard in front of you.

Chan angled his hips to hit the same spot, not letting up on the speed or intensity of his thrusts. With his fingers moving in quick circles on your clit, your eyes were rolling in the back of your head from the pleasure -- that of which was heightened from Chan’s grip on your neck.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you gasped, trying to get air into you but you just felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs even though you could breathe perfectly fine. Everything just felt too hot and suffocating but it was in the best way possible. “Shit! Chan, fuck!”

“Are you gonna cum?” he rasped, his sharp fangs grazing your skin. “Are you gonna cum for me, _____?”

All you could manage was loud mewls and whimpers as you nodded as best as you could with his hand around your throat. 

Chan was close himself, and the strong instinct to bite you and mark you as his was starting to wash over him. That tiny part of him that wasn’t fogged over with lust was screaming at him not to -- marking was only meant for his true mate -- but it was just a natural need that came with sex. He wouldn’t do it, but he felt like he had to.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, having you crying out as you arched your back away from Chan. He continued to thrust into you and rub your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm as you clenched around his cock, sending him careening over the edge as well.

Chan pulled out just in time, pumping his length as he came on his hand, your ass, and a little bit on his bedding. He groaned out your name as he bit his lip, drawing a little bit of blood thanks to his fangs.

Chan didn’t stop moving his fingers against you until you were twitching and whining from the overstimulation. He carefully laid you down on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, and he thanked Mother Nature or whoever it was that controlled mating season and his instincts that he was satisfied -- at least for now -- because you didn’t seem like you were in any condition for another round right now.

“One sec,” he sighed as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and got off the bed.

You just laid there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did you really have sex with your best friend? More importantly, was it actually the best sex you’d had ever?

The answer to both questions was yes, and you couldn’t believe either of those things.

Chan came back with a towel and some new blankets. He cleaned you off before he helped you off of the bed, asking if you were sore or needed help putting your clothes on. When you reassured him you were fine, you put your underwear back on while Chan changed the messy blanket to a clean one.

“Listen, I don’t expect you to help me all week,” he told you as he grabbed his boxers and put those on -- he left it at that since he was still way too hot for anything else. “You should probably leave before...that starts up again.”

You shrugged, “Honestly...I didn’t mind it.”

Chan was surprised, freezing as he went to lay down in bed, “You didn’t?”

“Nah,” you told him as you laid back down, letting out a sigh. “It wasn’t as awkward as I figured sex with my best friend would be, and honestly, it really was the best sex I’d had.”

Chan gave an embarrassed laugh, laying down beside you, “Yeah, sorry about whatever I said during that. Instincts kinda take over and I get super territorial and shit. I feel like I have to be like, the alpha male, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it. If it was weird, I would’ve left already.���

“Well, since you’re staying...would you mind if like, maybe until I find my mate if like...you would help me out whenever it hits...? It’s totally fine if you say no! But it’s only twice a year anyway, but I get that it might be a lot since it’s--”

You giggled, nodding as you turned your head to look at Chan, “Yeah, sure, dude.”

“Cool,” he smiled his classic bright smile with a nod. You couldn’t help but wonder how Chan didn’t look like a fucking mess after all that. His bangs were in his eyes but it worked for him, especially in the glow of the warm afternoon sun. “Thanks, _____.”

“Anything for you, Channie,” you told him, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your hand.

“Well,” he sighed as he got up from the bed, “since you’re staying, I should grab some water and snacks since we’ll be here a while.”

“Do I have time for a nap or something?” you asked, sitting up as he went toward the cracked bedroom door.

“Can’t promise how long,” he chuckled. As he opened the door wide enough for him to exit, he paused and turned to you. “Oh yeah, welcome home, _____.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Thanks, dude.”

[heatherchandlerhq]

⌞ʾ⁎ ⊰ natalie alyn lind, cisfemale, she/her ⊱ i think i just saw HEATHER CHANDLER walk across trafalgar square, singing to CANDY STORE ( JESSICA WYNN ). you know, the TWENTY-TWO year old COLUMNIST/INFLUENCER? people claim that they are just like HEATHER CHANDLER from HEATHERS. it must be because they are ADROIT and CRUEL as well… though i could be wrong. all i know for sure is that they live at BALTIMORE apartment. { ellie, 23, est, she/her }⌝

heyyyyyyy i’m late as all hell but ya know - life sucks. anyway, let me introduce you to my main bitch, heather.

TW; neglect, abuse

- heather’s dad is a big ass boss man. basically, she got pampered to cover up arguments and her parents not paying attention to her. i mean, when they did may attention to her, it was either a power play, for their own personal game (a pawn, if you will), or to tear her down. ** she does not have a good relationship with her parents now either. her mother being mia (father cheated and split), and she only talks on the phone with her father from time to time only when he reaches out to rip her to shreds.** this causes her to now, be rude af to all adults/authority figures.

- heather was not always a bitch. it was through her father’s harshness of ‘reality’ when she was an emotional young lady that caused her to be stone cold. in fact, she ran home in a rut over how people didn’t respect her in kindergarten. it took just a punch to the right girl’s face to find herself as the top bitch and most respected from then on-out.

- heather only grew to be more of an ice queen the older she got and realized just how cruel others were. what were actual human connections? nada. took one boy the size of her arm to prove that to her. people only viewed her as a friend if it was going to help their social status, and if it wasn’t that - they just wanted a good fuck. around these years, she completely shut out any idea of having real friends or any connection in that matter. 

- straight out of high school, heather had enough of a following on insta to support herself. she turned her favorite thing (herself), into a brand and the world was eating it up. so much so, that she launched various platforms, including a blog that landed her on one of the highest rated magazines as a columnist. basically she gets paid to be her apolaustic, sex-drive, drug-taking, satan-on-earth self, and then write about her crazy stories in her pursuit of life.

- a quick rundown on her personality: if you ask her what her zodiac sign is, she’ll just rub her fingers together cause it looks like -> $$$$. her favorite color is red because she feels the most empowered in it. most times than not, if she isn’t wearing red, she’s at least sporting a red lip. she keeps people at a football field’s distance from who she really is, underneath all the cruelty. just when you think you may have a breakthrough with her, she does a complete 180 - always keeping everyone on their toes. she is competitive from video games and boardgames, to sports. she loves to shop. she’s vindictive to the point where she will literally son/daughter zone you.... don’t even test her. she loves chaos, but she also works really well in hectic situations. super smart; could probably impress einstein though she hides most of her intellect or uses it for her sick little games. ya know, bitch stuff.

some plots:

- all the frenemies

- all the fwb

- all the people she’s ruthless to

- gimmie someone who wants to be her friend and she’s like ‘uhm... who tf are you?’

- party friends

- anything and everything like literally... the more angst the better?

if you wanna plot just like this or hmu :) i’ll come to you and bring pain with a side of feels

[narisblog]

Master list of my favorite Bangtan fanfics

OT7 fics:

Bangtan Unleashed (Pt.2 is here)- Nobody knows the real Bangtan. What happens when the stage personas drop and the filter comes down? Pure insanity that's what.

Make Me Begin- When Jungkook is attacked, in the middle of their comeback, the rest of BTS struggle to come to terms with it and their own feelings for each other.

Blue Balls- Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung have a bet on who will the last the longest without getting off.The others then get involved.

Yoonmin:

Expensive Tastes- The fact that submitting to his own tastes empowers Yoongi so much makes Jimin think that he and Min Yoongi are practically made for each other.Jimin is a spoilt little thing who loves expensive gifts and attention, and Yoongi cannot help but indulge him.

Yoonmin Tumblr Requests- a place for me to dump my tumblr requests for those who want to read them! probably will be mostly yoonmin smut unless people request other things

Lock and key- Jimin had been rubbing up all over him ever since he got home, telling him he smelt good. Yoongi blanched as the realization hit him.Ah shit.

give me your full attention- “I didn’t want a roommate in the first place but you’re really fucking hot and I'm having a hard time studying since you just walked into our dorm with sweaty limbs after your stupid dance practice and now I can’t concentrate on anything else but you, fuck you.”

stuck on you- jimin doesn't do the whole fwb thing, it was too complicated and people didn't interest him enough to stick around, but he guesses that he could make an exception for yoongi's sakeーat least until the grouchy, mint-haired guy starts making him feel weird things, that is.

Head Cold- “Then why did you sneeze? You only sneeze when you’re feeling sick.”“I’m not sick!” Jimin yelled, flicking his tail at Yoongi and kicking his feet furiously. Yoongi glared at him, and Jimin returned it, quirking an eyebrow in competition.“Do you wanna get spanked?” Yoongi growled, his glare growing darker.“I dare you, Daddy.”Or: Yoongi suspects Jimin is sick, and Jimin is less than happy about his oncoming cold.

Perfect Is the Sound of You Breaking- Jimin likes being good, he likes being perfect.

Take Me To Church- Jimin, much to his chagrin, has a demon called Yoongi living in his bedroom. Things would be easier if Yoongi were a soul sucking monster instead of charming and unfairly hot.

NamJin:

Trouble- "I think you'd look good in black stockings."

tell me how you want your gift- (Feat. Yoongi)- tfw yoongi and namjoon don't remember seokjin's birthday is in, like... a week.sequel to twos company, threes a party

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself- Every time Jin bends over, Namjoon slaps his ass. It was supposed to be a joke the first few times, but now Jin seems to be bending over a lot more.

Thinking out loud- It's funny how that brain to mouth filter works huh? Well maybe not funny, But it certainly makes for a Lovely icebreaker. Even when you didn't ask.....

The beauty and the monster-  (warning:lots of smut/possible triggers) Jin is the heir to his parents' large company, but he doesn't act like the typical spoiled rich boy. Namjoon is a ruthless criminal that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. With the help of his closest gang members he is bound to succeed in everything. What happens when the beauty collides with the Monster? Not your average fairy tale.

get on your knees (say pretty please)- Seokjin hates Namjoon, and then of course, the two of them get stranded on a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Pink- Namjoon would do anything to please his pretty princess.

up and coming; we’re fucking in an elevator- When Seokjin finally arrives home from a very long trip, Namjoon finds that he can barely control himself.

Pack Mentality (Kinda OT7)- Namjoon is possessive.

You are Only Hiding from Yourself (Feat. Yoongi)- Omegas were not allowed in K-pop. It was too risky but Jin wanted in. So like any closet omega he took suppression meds to change his smell to a beta. He got them sent from home so that everyone would not see and religiously he took them every day. But when he runs out of meds on a trip to America he soon realizes that he is putting the group at risk when his heat triggers two more.

Sope:

Everything Gone Wrong- The first thing that went wrong in Yoongi's life was when his parents signed him up as a volunteer for the new governmental genetic experiment.Then he woke up as a sort of human-wolf hybrid.And got stuck with six idiots under the same roof.All of them are eager to find out their ranks, and Yoongi specially wants to Alpha them all.He should have known that nothing would go as he desired.

Game over (Fantasy fulfilled)- Back at their apartment, Yoongi and Hoseok finish what they started at the club

The games we play (My Fantasy)- Min Yoongi knows for a fact that fantasies can become reality

Sun and Moon - You are my other side- Everyone at their university said that they both wouldn't make a very good pair because of the clash and contrast in their personalities. Boy were these other students quick to judge. Min Yoongi - A hybrid musician with the genetics of both a vampire and a nix - and Jung Hoseok - A dancer with the genetics of a nix - have been best friends since the last year of their middle school days.They now have ten pure years of friendship - a few disagreements here and there. Though, Yoongi and Hoseok kept their - well fucking hidden - 3 year raging crushes they've had towards each other - that developed on their first year of college - a secret.It wasn't until their first year at University, not even two weeks into the first semester. Yoongi got annoyed at a female student who tried to grab - read: steal - Hoseok's attention. So Yoongi decided that it was now or never, and to be fair Hoseok had never been so relieved - but lowkey pissed off that it took this long - for Yoongi's confession, that day. The only ones who know about Yoongi and Hoseok's relationship; is the small friendship group that was assembled through their roommates / classmates. Everyone else is utterly clueless.

we write sins (not tragedies)- Rival Erotica writers Yoongi and Hoseok. 50% crack, 50% porn.

Kookmin:

come on and bare your teeth- Jimin heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and he looked up……and found himself staring right into the eyes of a wolf. When Jimin runs away, he certainly doesn't expect to find a new home in the form of a bunch of furry beasts living inside a rock.

I’m the Hyung- Request/Prompt: No matter how many times he asserts his "hyung" status over Jungkook, Jimin still has a secret 'thing' for being dominated by him

i am a good boy (Feat. Taehyung)- The ideal couple. Jimin was short and soft in all the ways Jeongguk was tall and hard. The stuff of highly rated KBS dramas, Taehyung supposed.Until recently.aka taehyung stumbles upon (more like into) the true dynamics of his best friend's relationship ft. power bottom jimin, eager to please jeongguk and thirsty taehyung

Headed to Hell for the Company- A series of one-shots depicting Taehyung's time with his mildly sex-crazed half-demon boyfriend Jungkook.

Vkook:

Nice dream- … And he awakens, drenched in sweat, to see Jeongguk leaning over him. He feels an unmistakeable tightness in his pants. How embarrassing.“Are you okay?” the other asks, face pink. Taehyung blinks a couple of times.“Yeah, just a dream, no worries,” he reassures, voice scratchy. He hopes Jeongguk can’t tell.

Worth The Wait- Jeongguk's about to go crazy waiting for the next time the four of them can have some fun together. Luckily, one afternoon they all find themselves alone in the house once again.Lots of smut, though with a teeny bit of plot. This is a follow up to Sunday Morning, though could potentially be read as a standalone.

Assassin’s Order- CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he's gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle's company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn't expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Disaster- ALL that Jungkook needed was a click and his inner Slut was discovered and of course having a strictly religious family didn't stop him from opening his legs willingly for anyone as long as he was going too get fucked well !EXCEPT FOR ONE PERSON: V the college asshole playboy And Taehyung's only mistake was being born as V's twin brother & being in love with Jungkook.

You Are My Fifth Season- Jungkook loved Taehyung when the latter couldn't love himself. Will that love resist the hardships ahead?Or: The tales of a flawed/innocent Taehyung and a player/playboy Jungkook.-"Trust me?" -"Thrust me."

Up Above the Parachutes- Taehyung is a flight attendant, Jeongguk catches his eye (and his pants).

Notice Me Hyung- Taehyung is too stupid to understand and Jungkook must change that.

I was.- Jungkook is a sexually frustrated teen with raging hormones and shit while Taehyung is tired as fuck and he just want to take his beauty sleep.

Other ships:

Stuck in a rut (KookJoon feat. Hobi and Yoongi)-Jungkook goes into rut for the first time. Yoongi and Hoseok were just trying to help a bro out.

Burnin’ Up (Namseok)-PROMPT FILL: from anon; “I was wondering if you could write an omegaverse namseok fic, with omega namjoon? Totally fine if you cant, I was just curious ♡.”

빨간색 [And Black] (HopeMin)- Red and black. That's all that mattered at the moment.

To Know Reverence (HopeMin)- Fills for the nsfw 30 days otp challenge prompts.

Crows, Flowers, and Apples (Taegi)- Yoongi is a boxer who goes by the name Agust D, Taehyung is his boyfriend/ring boy. Or: Yoongi just got finished with a match and unwinds with Tae in the shower. aka puppies, piercings, tatttos and fluff not to mention smut

Tell Daddy what you wanna do (YoonKook)- Yoongi accidentally calls Jungkook daddy.

there are two kinds of cake (YoonJoon)- both of them you eat.(lmao alternatively it's namjoon's birthday and yoongi gets cake)

Twisted (YoonKook)- In which Yoongi is a pyromaniac in every sense of the word, Jeongguk is a psycho who is also perpetually horny and Taehyung is just an innocent bystander … (except, not really).