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[butchizuku]

Untouched ᥫ᭡; Caleb

ᨳ Synop. Questions swirl around your mind as you reacquaint yourself with Caleb, but the most pressing? What was this feeling he stirred within you?

໋𓈒 Details. 18+ minors dni, gn afab reader, slight lore implications regarding Caleb's arm, kissing, heavy petting, general intimacy, dry humping, run time; 1k ৎ

(՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞) Director's Note. Happy Caleb day lovers <33 Just a lil something inspired by his limited five star card.

The mechanical flex and low hum of Caleb’s new fangled arm is disconcerting. Goosebumps prickle your tender skin as it grows closer, the robotic fingers flexing and outstretched. The ample, overwhelming urge for touch choked you, drowning out the strangeness of the past few days. Blood rushes against your ear drums as you tentatively meet him halfway, your fingers curling over the cool, stiff metal of his hand.

“I can’t feel you,” Caleb murmurs, peering at you through his lashes.

His fingers slip between yours but he doesn’t reach out with his other hand. You stand for a moment in limbo, too timid to make another move when pinned beneath his smouldering gaze. His name sits heavy on your tongue, waiting for your lips to part.

“Caleb, I-” you start, quickly trailing off, shrinking into yourself.

Gliding your other hand up the length of his bare abdomen, you struggle to find the right thing to say. You figure, your actions might speak louder than any number of words could. His skin is warm to the touch and smooth with little blemishes to disturb your path from his stomach to his chest. The rhythmic thrum of his heart grows stronger as you place the palm of your hand flat against him for a moment. Pressing himself closer to you, Caleb cups your hand with his.

“You can still feel this,” you murmur, your bottom lip pressed between your teeth, “And this.”

Stepping between his thighs, you press your chest to his. Caleb’s breath grows laboured, it fans across your skin. You can’t help but shiver, in spite of the heat that covers your body like a heavy blanket. It’s surprising how hard the plains of his body are, against yours. Somewhere in the back of your mind, he’s still the pudgy faced kid you grew alongside, though he hadn’t been that child for sometime. Caleb hardened sometime between then and now but you hadn’t seen it, perhaps in part due to the soft gaze he always reserved for you.

“And, I can feel you, Caleb.”

Your words land somewhere between a gasp and a whisper, whisked quickly into the air.

“I’m right here,” Caleb shudders in your grasp, his jaw slack, “And so are you.”

A sound wretched from the deep recesses of his throat slipped forth, vulnerable and frighteningly familiar– thick with wanton desire. Caleb burrows his face into your chest, his nose nestled against the length of your collarbone. His bottom lips drags against your skin, slick with spit, as he speaks.

“Right here.”

His hands glide over your waist and travel up your spine.

“Please,” he murmurs into you like a prayer, half baked and rushed in desperation.

There’s that ache again, deep in the pit of your stomach, thrumming and yelling within you for a modicum of your attention. It seeks the very thing you’ve continued to deny yourself, the thing you’ve forced yourself to see as repulsive. But, was there anything quite as pure as your first love? Could, it really be shameful to want him.

“Caleb,” you breathe, fighting off the trembling nerves that make your fingers shake.

They still shake as you dig them into the flesh of his shoulders, using all your force to push him down onto the flimsy cot. The legs wobble and creak for a moment as the weight shifts and you throw your thighs on top of his. Hair dangles in your face as you peer down at him, your gaze flickering between his lidded eyes marred with confusion and his gently parted lips. They’re chapped and have begun to crack along the edges.

“Kiss me.”

You can’t bring yourself to lean in any closer, your heartbeat drowning everything else out. Your chest heaves with an anxious breath and you have half a mind to whisper, “please.”

The metal of his hand is cold against your flush skin, but it’s feather light in its touch. Creeping over your spine and lightly curling around the base of your neck, Caleb pulls you closer until your lips are but a ghost over his. Bracing your hands on his bare pecs, his other hand keeps you steadied by pressing itself into the dip of your lower back.

Kissing Caleb is akin to what you imagine dipping yourself into molten lava. Your body melds into his, perfectly. There is no trace of the awkward pretense that plagued you or even the confusion turned anger that tinged your vision when you first set your eyes upon him, the first time in months. His tongue slips between your lips like he’s kissed you a thousand times before, and maybe he has in another lifetime or even a dream, but the ease makes your head spin. There is nothing to vocalize as Caleb swallows each and every little sound you make with his kiss, suckling you down to the bone with just his mouth.

Whatever single, precarious thread of respect and distance that kept the two of you at arms length snaps. His hands slide from the small of your back to grip your hips, his fingers jabbing into your doughy flesh. His bulge brushes against your crotch, eliciting a groan from Caleb. Your body moves on its own accord and you find yourself grinding against him even as the bed squeaks obnoxiously. The seam of your jeans pulled taunt and pressed snugly to your clit forces a moan to stumble off the tip of your tongue.

“Show me how sorry you are,” you pant, pressing your nose to his neck, “And how much you missed me.”

Caleb chuckles, nipping at your bottom lip, “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid pipsqueak,” he murmurs with his lips curled up in a grin.

Your protests and the squealed, shrill call of his name is buried into another kiss and pulled from the forefront of your mind as he bucks his hips into yours. He’s hard, you can feel his cock straining against the confines of his slacks, begging for release.

“I’m kidding, I’ll do whatever you wish, my sweetheart.”

His promise is melded against the shell of your ear as he grazes the lobe between his teeth. 

“Just so long as I can have you here in my arms.”

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[ajltheavacado]

So.. I'm nonbinary, and just putting it out there..

I still fucking exist.

Fuck the policy, I am still alive, I am still breathing, and I am still not a male or a female.

I will continue to exist, even out of pure spite. Even if it hurts. Brothers, sisters, siblings, we will still stand up. If you are struggling, gods, I know your battle, but please. Stay. These 4 years will suck but we will prevail, and we can't let them win. So stay, don't let that orange peel win. You are valid. You deserve respect. We have existed since the dawn of time and we will constantly to exist, well after this fucker is dead and buried. Stay loud, stay proud. Don't detransition, don't forget those who have lost their lives, and don't give up. We love you. I love you. I don't fucking care that we've never met, I love you, and I care about you, and if everything is too much I am begging you to reach out. I don't care that we're stangers, message me, message someone.

it’s gonna be an official policy to only have two genders. an official fucking policy preventing basic recognition of thousands of queer people living here. this is fucking insane.

but most importantly, we persevere. we show that orange bitch that we’re never going away or being suppressed. don’t let him push us around.

[vershautece]

ik lu isn’t materialistic but imagine for valentines day u surprise him in baby pink lingerie… idk I feel like he would just worship u and go absolutely nuts…

yess ahh

he’d walk in your room to see you stood looking in the mirror in your new set, brushing your hair. you’d been waiting for him, and your panties were getting damp just thinking about how he’s going to react when he sees you.

he’d wrap his arms around your waist, looking at the two of you in the mirror and rocking you side to side slightly as he plants wet kisses along your neck. ‘baby. when did you buy this set?’

‘today, mm’ you arch your back against him at the feeling of his wet mouth on your neck, and grip his hand at the same time.

‘so pretty for me’ he leaves your neck to turn your face to his and kisses you roughly, tongue immediately slipping into your mouth. his hand is moving further down your stomach, and then he’s rubbing your clit through your panties, making you moan in his mouth. ‘mm, lu’

‘mhm, baby? you wanna say something?’

you grip his wrist that’s pressed against your abdomen, and lean back into his chest, struggling to contain yourself: ‘want your fingers’

‘you already have my fingers? be more specific, dolcezza’ he kisses you again and you’re feeling dizzy - the pet name, his mouth, and his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit - he always knows exactly how to get you worked up

‘baby, i want them inside me, you know i do, i-‘ your breath hitches as he pulls your panties to the side to expose your folds - ‘hate when you tease’

he slaps your pussy lightly, and you jolt back against his chest. ‘look in the mirror, beautiful.’ you look at the two of you in the reflection as he rubs two fingers up and down your soaking slit. his other hand kneads one of your boobs so slowly through the pink fabric. ‘did you get horny just looking at yourself in that pretty set, baby? you knew i’d like it, hm?’ he’s leaving wet kisses all over your neck, and you’re struggling to stand up straight.

‘yeah, i bought it for you’ you gasp as he slips a finger inside, his thumb rubbing your clit. you shut your eyes, arching your body back against his chest as he adds a second finger shortly after.

‘don’t shut your eyes baby, look at yourself’ he whispers into your neck, and you do as he tells you. ‘so perfect like this, my good girl’

his fingers are thrusting into you faster, other hand kneading your left boob and twisting your nipple: ‘answer me, bellissima, what do you want?’ he’s still kissing your neck, and you reach your hand back to caress the nape of his neck - you’re in pure ecstasy already and he‘s only using his fingers.

‘want you inside me’ you whine out, dragging your hand down to meet his bulge against your back. you grind back onto it as you rub him through the fabric of his jeans. he moans into your neck, and the vibration makes your legs shake. ‘oh, lu, fuck me baby’

‘yeah? you want my cock inside you, baby girl? want me to fuck you in this pretty lingerie?’ the pace of his fingers is relentless inside you, and when you grip his cock a little too tight it drives him over the edge and he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly. you gasp at the loss of contact, but then he turns you around to pull you flush against his chest, arms around your waist as he looks down into your eyes. he smiles slightly, dimples showing a little, and your heart melts at how gorgeous he is. your arms go around his neck, and he’s making out with you rough and passionate, hands moving down to grip your ass and knead it in his fingers. he gives it a harsh smack, laughing into your mouth when you moan in response.

‘lu, please fuck me’ you whine in between kisses. you’re pathetically grinding on his crotch, still stood in the middle of your bedroom. he’d brought you close to the edge just to leave you sexually frustrated, and it’s so painful.

‘patience, beautiful. just wait’ he whispers, but you roll your eyes and start unbuckling his belt, tugging his jeans down while he smirks at how pathetic you are for him. then you’re palming him through his boxers, and the sight before him of you on your knees in the lingerie you bought for him is driving him insane: ‘get up, baby’

‘hm? want your cock in my mouth’ you look up at him innocently, and his jaw clenches at how aroused you have him: ‘thought you wanted it inside you. make your mind up, baby’

‘can’t i have both?’ you giggle, smoothing over the wet spot of precum on his boxers. he chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head before taking his cock out for you. it slaps against his stomach and you almost drool at the sight. ‘whatever my girl wants’

‘thank you, baby’ you smile up at him, wrapping one hand around his shaft. you pump his cock up and down, getting even wetter at the sound of his soft moans above you, profanities streaming from his lips before you’d even put him in your mouth. when you do, he instinctively tangles his fingers in your hair, hips bucking up to push deeper into your throat. ‘oh fuck baby, fuck you’re so good for me, such a good girl’

you’re taking him as deep as possible, pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth. you often stop to kitten lick his tip, a movement that draws the prettiest whines from his throat. ‘do you like your present, lu?’ you pull yourself off his cock to ask him the question, and he’s gazing at you with so much adoration and lust you think you could cum right there. you take him in your mouth again, and he lets out a loud whine that you can’t believe left his mouth. ‘it’s perfect. you’re so perfect, baby’ he tries to answer your question through strangled moans - you love that you’re the only one who gets to have him like this. you keep up the pace with your mouth, but suddenly he taps your cheek and pulls you off him.

‘it’s okay, wanna cum inside you’ he brings you to your feet and kisses you deeply. ‘and i don’t want you to get carpet burn, sweetheart’ you both smile at his words, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, on your tiptoes as you make out. he grips your ass tight, and turns you around to face the mirror again. ‘mmm, lu’ you whine as he smacks your ass lightly, kneading both cheeks in his hands. he tugs on the fabric of your lace underwear, letting it slap against your skin, and positions his cock at your entrance, pulling your panties to the side again. you feel his tip rubbing against your soaking folds: ‘ohhh, baby, i need you inside me’

‘i know, dolcezza, you’ve told me several times’ he smirks behind you, still teasing your pussy with his tip. ‘stand upright’ he tells you, and you straighten your posture for him. he moves your hair to one side, pressing soft kisses along your neck while you desperately grind your pussy on his leaking cock. he surprises you when he lifts your right leg in the air, hooking his arm around your thigh. he settles his other hand on your waist to steady you, and slowly pushes in.

the stretch is difficult every time, and you grip his hand that’s on your waist, letting out a pornographic moan. ‘that’s it, baby girl, you can take it. mm, so tight around me’ he whispers in your ear, soothing the familiar pain with kisses along your neck and behind your ear. soon you’re adjusted to his size, and you make eye contact with him in the mirror. ‘luigi’ you gasp - ‘move please, need you to fuck me so deep. i want you in my fucking cervix’

he smirks, still not moving inside you: ‘slow down, baby, you could barely take me seconds ago, and now you want me that deep?’ but of course he knows you can take it, he’s just teasing to see how you’ll react.

‘lu, shut up and just fuck me, please, i can’t take this’ you moan, and with those words he bottoms out and starts a merciless pace thrusting into you. you’re almost screaming - his arm is still hooked around your leg, this specific angle hitting your g spot perfectly. ‘this okay, princess? y’feel me here?’ he moves his hand from your waist to press down on your abdomen, feeling the imprint of his 7 inch cock. you’re nodding mindlessly, too fucked out on his cock to think clearly. ‘eyes on the mirror, baby, aren’t i hitting your cervix? hm? look at your stomach’

‘yeahh, lu, you’re so deep, mm, thank you, fuck’

he lowers his hand to reach your clit, thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves. ‘always wanna treat my girl with my cock, love how you come undone for me beautiful, gonna get you to cum for me’ he pulls your right leg back even further, and this exercise is better than pilates , you know your thighs will be aching so bad tomorrow. this angle is somehow even better, and you scream out in pleasure, arching your back into him as he leaves wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck.

‘luigi, i’m gonna cum, fuck, baby, i love you’

your eyes keep fluttering shut, but you fight to keep them open to stare at how gorgeous your man looks behind you - his curls are messy, eyes dark gazing into yours in the mirror, biting his lip to try to restrain his grunts and whines that fall past his lips anyway, and he sounds like heaven. his grip on your thigh is so tight, and his pace inside you never slows, nor does the pace of his thumb on your clit.

‘you gonna let me cum inside, bellissima? wanna breed your pussy in this pretty lingerie you bought for me’ your eyes roll into the back of your head at his words: ‘god yes, lu, cum inside me, need you to fill me up so deep’

‘yeah, you want it? need to see every drop of my cum dripping out of this pussy, but i need you to let go f’me first, hm? come on baby, cum on my cock’ he’s panting and moaning in your ear & it’s as if his words themselves can command your body, because you instantly get your release.

‘oh that’s a good girl, my girl forever’ he whispers, caressing your waist as his pace slows and he spills inside you with a few quiet grunts. your legs are in pain from the standing position, and he can tell, so he pulls out immediately, smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs, and wraps his arms around your waist. ‘jump’ he whispers, kissing your cheek, and you do, settling your arms around his neck - he hoists you up into his arms, tightly holding you to him, and carries you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the countertop while he cleans you up. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, smirking as he looks up at your reaction. as expected, you jolt forward. ‘luigi! god, do not do that to me’ you roll your eyes, and he stands up properly, giving you a cheeky smile. you both laugh, and then he’s caressing the side of your face, placing a few soft kisses on your nose. you hum in content, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. you kiss him softly, both of you deliriously in love, trying not to giggle into the kiss.

‘shower?’ lu suggests, and you scoff playfully. ‘yeah, sure, do you want me to completely lose my ability to walk? you’re gonna have to bathe me tomorrow morning, luigi, i think i pulled at least one muscle’

he laughs softly, not bothering to hide the cheeky smile on his face knowing he’s the one who fucked you so good. ‘come on, let’s go to bed, i’ll carry you everywhere all weekend if you want’ he winks, pulling you off the counter and into his arms, holding you tight under your ass as he carries you out of your en suite. ‘you tell your friends i fuck you this good?’ he kisses your forehead, and you push his head back playfully, giggling as he squeezes your ass before placing you in your shared bed.

[woniescheeks]

Flustered

Synopsis: In which Enhypen leaves you flustered with their sweet gestures, playful teasing, and protective sides, making you feel loved and embarrassed all at once.

W/C: 2.3k Warnings: Light teasing, fluff, mild embarrassment, protective behaviours 

Pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

LEE HEESEUNG

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone with a blanket draped over your legs. Heeseung walks into the room, holding his guitar like it’s no big deal. He plops down beside you, the couch dipping slightly under his weight, and starts strumming lazily. 

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Practicing again?” 

“Something like that,” he says with a smirk before breaking into a sweet melody. The song sounds oddly familiar, and then you realize—he’s improvising lyrics about you. They’re cheesy, talking about how your laugh is his favourite sound and how even your messy hair is perfect to him. 

“You’re not serious,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you glance at him. 

“About what?” Heeseung asks innocently, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“About playing me a song right now,” you reply, crossing your arms. “You know I’m not falling for that cheesy stuff.” 

Heeseung only grins and leans in closer. “I’m not trying to be cheesy,” he says, strumming the guitar a little louder. “But I think you’re already falling for it.” 

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. “Please don’t make this any worse, Heeseung.” 

But before you know it, he starts singing again. The lyrics this time were about how you light up his world, how he’s so lucky to be with you, and how even your quirks are perfect to him.  

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands. “Heeseung, stop!” 

“Why? Am I making you blush?” he teases, leaning closer, still playing. His voice softens, and he gives you this look—part playful, part sincere—that makes your heart skip. “You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed, you know?” 

“Not cute! I’m dying of second-hand embarrassment,” you reply, but you can’t help but smile. Heeseung’s face lights up as he continues to sing, and for a moment, nothing else matters but his voice and the way he makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the world. 

PARK JONSEONG

You’re in the kitchen, huffing in frustration while trying to open a jar of pasta sauce. “Ugh, seriously?” you mutter to yourself, tugging at it harder. Just as you’re about to give up, you hear Jay’s voice behind you. 

“Need some help, babe?” he asks, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. You turn to see him standing there, hands casually in his pockets.

“No, I got it,” you say quickly, not wanting to admit you’re struggling. You give the lid another twist. 

Jay just raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, it looks like you really got it,” he teases. “Let me just do it.” he says, already reaching for the jar. Before you can even answer, he takes it from your hands and pops the lid off like it’s nothing with a smirk on his face. “You can’t do everything yourself, you know.” 

You cross your arms, huffing in mock annoyance. “I could’ve gotten it! It’s just a jar!” 

“Sure you could,” he says, giving you a look that says he’s not buying it for a second. “But you didn’t. And now I’m the hero of the day.” 

“Show-off,” you mutter, but before you can grab the jar back, he steps closer. His chest brushes lightly against your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “How would you survive without me, huh?” 

His voice is low, smooth, and so close that you freeze. The warmth of his breath on your skin sends a jolt straight to your stomach. You try to come up with a comeback, but all that comes out is a flustered laugh. 

Jay pulls back with a grin, clearly proud of himself. “You’re welcome,” he says casually, setting the jar down like nothing happened, leaving you to process your racing heart. 

“Ugh, whatever,” you mutter, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But I definitely don’t need a ‘hero.’” 

“Of course you do,” he replies, winking. “Every superhero has their sidekick.” 

SIM JAEYUN

 You’re standing in front of the mirror, frowning as you debate between two outfits. Jake sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with his head propped up on his hand. 

“Which one do you like better?” you ask, holding up both options. 

He doesn’t even look at the clothes. Instead, he says, “You.” 

You pause, blinking at him. “What?” 

He grins, standing up and walking over to you. “I mean, you could wear either of those—or nothing at all—and you’d still look amazing.” 

You roll your eyes, trying to hide how flustered you are. “That’s not helpful.” 

Jake laughs softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m serious. You could wear a trash bag, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person in the room.” 

Your cheeks burn as you swat at him. “Stop it, Jake!” You laugh nervously, but Jake isn’t done.

“Actually, scratch that,” he says, his voice softer now. “You’d still outshine the sun even if you wore a potato sack.” 

Rolling your eyes, you try to step away, but Jake gently pulls you back, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. He rests his forehead lightly against the side of your head, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Why do you always get so shy when I tell you how amazing you are?” 

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Because you’re so extra sometimes,” you mumble, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. 

Jake chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Can’t help it,” he says with a grin you can feel more than see. “I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately? You make it way too easy for me to hype you up.” 

You glance at him, finally letting out a real laugh as the warmth of his words starts to sink in. “You’re ridiculous,” you tease, but your voice is soft, affectionate. 

“And you love it,” he quips, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. His expression shifts, becoming more tender as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “For real, though,” he adds, his voice steady and sincere, “you’re beautiful” 

Your face warms, but this time, you don’t try to hide it. Instead, you lean into him, resting your head on his chest with a content sigh. 

He just laughs again, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “You’re perfect without even trying.” 

PARK SUNGHOON

It’s a lazy Saturday morning, and you’re lounging around in an oversized hoodie, feeling cozy and not at all concerned about how you look. You’re still in your pajamas, hair a mess, and in your fuzzy socks on the couch when Sunghoon enters the room, looking as put-together as ever. 

He stops in his tracks when he sees you. “Wow. Are you trying to set a new record for the ‘cozy chic’ look?” 

You glance over at him and laugh, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” Sunghoon says, crossing his arms, “I mean, it’s kind of unfair. Even when you’re like this”—he gestures at your hoodie—“you’re still so cute it’s ridiculous.” 

You blink, completely caught off guard. “Excuse me?” 

He walks closer to you, his eyes playful. “I mean, you could wear literally anything, and I’d still think you’re cute, but you’re not even trying today.” 

“You’re ridiculous!” you exclaim, grabbing a sofa pillow and throwing it at him. 

But Sunghoon catches it effortlessly, his smirk only growing. “What? I’m just stating the obvious. You know you’re perfect, even when you don’t try.” 

He rests his arms on the armrest of the sofa and leans in as you give him a funny look. “What? Can’t handle a little truth?” 

You sigh dramatically. “You’re such a handful, you know that?” 

“I know,” Sunghoon says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “But you still love me, don’t you?” 

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Maybe.” 

KIM SUNOO

You’re walking through the park with Sunoo, holding hands and chatting about everything and nothing. The day is perfect—blue skies, a light breeze, and his hand warm in yours. 

Suddenly, he stops walking. “Hold on,” he says, looking down. 

You follow his gaze and realize your shoelace is untied. Before you can bend down to fix it, Sunoo crouches in front of you, taking your foot gently in his hands. 

“Sunoo, I can do it,” you protest, feeling your face heat up as people glance your way. 

“Shh, I’ve got it,” he says, tying the laces with a practiced ease and looks up at you with a cheeky smile. “You don’t want to trip, do you?”  

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine! I can tie my own shoes.” 

“Yeah, but I’m the one who always makes sure you don’t fall,” Sunoo teases, finishing the knot with a neat little bow and standing up. “Can’t have you getting hurt on my watch.” 

You’re about to thank him when he stands up and brushes off his pants. “You’re lucky I’m here to take care of you,” he teases, linking his arm with yours again. 

You try to act annoyed, but the affection in his voice makes it impossible not to feel warm inside. You shake your head, trying to ignore how flustered you feel. “You’re too much sometimes.” 

“And you love it,” he shoots back with a grin. 

YANG JUNGWON

It’s another quiet night, and you’re both on the couch, wrapped in your favourite blanket. The warm light from the lamps in the room casts a soft glow, and the sound of the movie playing in the background is just a distant hum compared to the peaceful silence between you two. You’ve been talking here and there, laughing about silly things, but now you’re both just enjoying each other’s presence. 

You notice your hands are getting colder, and you instinctively start rubbing them together to warm them up. At first, you don’t think much of it. But then, you feel Jungwon’s gaze on you. 

Without a word, he shifts closer to you, his arm around you tightening slightly, as if to pull you into him even more. You’re about to make some sarcastic comment, but before you can, Jungwon takes your hand gently, his fingers warming up your cold ones. 

“You’re freezing,” he says quietly, his voice laced with concern, as if he can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable. 

You chuckle softly, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine. It’s just a little cold. It’ll pass.” 

Jungwon’s brow furrows slightly, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. He’s staring at your fingers, noticing how icy they are, and his dimple pops out as his lips curl into a small frown. “You really are freezing,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand slowly, trying to transfer his warmth to you. 

You feel your heart flutter at the tenderness of his touch. It’s so simple, yet it feels so intimate. You look up at him, not expecting the softness in his eyes. 

“Jungwon, you really don’t have to do that,” you say, your voice almost a whisper, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you thought you would. 

But he just shakes his head, his expression softening as he looks at you. “I want to.” His voice is low, genuine, and you can tell he’s not saying it just to reassure you. He means it. 

Before you can argue, Jungwon scoots even closer, taking both your hands in his. He brings them to his lips, gently kissing the tops of your fingers, sending a wave of warmth through your body that has nothing to do with the temperature. 

“You’re not used to people taking care of you, huh?” he says with a small smile, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his voice, almost as if he���s trying to understand you better. 

You look down, feeling a little embarrassed but also touched by how attentive he’s being. “I guess not. But it’s not like I need it all the time,” you murmur, trying to play it cool. 

Jungwon just smiles, this time with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s not about needing it. I just want you to feel comfortable. And I’m always going to make sure you’re okay, even if you don’t ask.” 

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you can’t find words. His kindness always catches you off guard, especially when it’s so genuine and effortless. He’s not doing this for any reason other than that he cares. 

You shift, leaning into him a little more, suddenly feeling the weight of his affection, making everything seem so much more real. “You’re going to spoil me, you know that?” 

Jungwon chuckles, his hands still holding yours. “Maybe. But I like doing it. You’re worth it.” 

NISHIMURA RIKI

You’re walking through a crowded mall, shopping with Ni-ki. The place is packed, and as you’re navigating through the crowd, someone accidentally bumps into you. You stumble slightly, but before you can even react, Ni-ki is already there, stepping in front of you like a shield. 

“Are you okay?” he asks immediately, his eyes scanning you for any sign of discomfort. 

You quickly nod, trying to downplay it. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

But Ni-ki’s eyes narrow, clearly not convinced. “Stay close to me,” he says firmly, his hand gently slipping around your waist to pull you toward him as he expertly manoeuvres through the crowd, guiding you with ease. 

You look up at him, a little startled by how serious he seems. “Ni-ki, you don’t need to protect me from everything,” you say, trying to brush it off. 

But he just shrugs, still holding you close. “I’m your boyfriend, it’s my duty, I just want to make sure nothing happens to you.” His tone is calm, but the protective edge in his voice is obvious, and there’s no way you can argue with that. 

You roll your eyes, but there’s no denying how sweet he’s being. “You’re such a mom sometimes,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood. 

Ni-ki smirks, his protective hold never loosening. “Well, I’m a good one, aren’t I?” 

“You’re impossible,” you say, though your heart skips a beat at how endearing he’s being. 

“I know,” he says with a wink, squeezing you closer. “But you’ll thank me later when nothing happens to you.” 

You can’t help but smile. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re cute.” 

Ni-ki’s grin widens as he leads you through the crowd, making sure to keep you close, and for the rest of the day, it’s clear he’s not about to let anything happen to you. 

“Stay close, okay?” he says softly, a little more quietly this time, and it’s in that moment you realize just how much he cares. 

You smile, leaning into him a little more as you walk side by side. “Yeah, okay. I’ll stay close.” 

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dada, stay?

The dim glow of the nightlight painted soft hues of pink and lavender across the nursery walls as you paced back and forth, exhaustion pulling at your every movement. Baby Haruka’s cries echoed off the walls, her tiny voice piercing through your heart. She stood near her toddler bed, fists clutching her beloved blankie, her cheeks flushed and streaked with tears.

“Please, sweetie,” you whispered, kneeling to her level. “You’re a big girl now. This is your special bed.”

But she only wailed louder, her little legs stomping against the soft carpet as she sobbed, “Nooooo! Mamaaaa!”

You sighed, brushing your hair away from your face. The ache in your back from hours of this routine was starting to set in. The maids had come and gone, their attempts to console her failing just as yours had. Each time you laid her down, she would get up moments later, trailing her blanket and searching for you or Ni-ki.

Speaking of Ni-ki.

He stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His face was unreadable, as cold as if his daughter's cries didn’t faze him. The icy demeanour you’d grown used to pierced you harder tonight than ever.

“You could help, you know,” you muttered under your breath as you hoisted Haruka up again, her small hands gripping your shirt tightly as she continued to cry into your shoulder.

Ni-ki said nothing for a moment, his dark eyes locked on the scene before him: the baby, the struggle, you.

“I told you this would happen if you gave in to her every whim,” he finally said, his voice low and detached.

Your jaw clenched. “And I told you she’s a baby, Riki. She needs love and patience, not… whatever this is.”

Haruka’s sobs grew louder, her tiny fingers digging into your skin as she whimpered, “Dada… Dada…”

You turned to him, anger bubbling beneath your fatigue. “You hear her, don’t you? She’s calling for you, Riki. Don’t just stand there. Help me.”

Something flickered in his eyes for a fleeting moment—guilt, perhaps, or hesitation—but it was gone before you could grasp it. He pushed off the doorframe, his steps slow and deliberate as he approached. Haruka’s cries softened, her tearful gaze locking onto him as she hiccuped, “Dada…”

He crouched down, his movements stiff, and reached out to gently take her from your arms. She clung to him like a lifeline, her sobs quieting as she buried her face in his chest.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his voice still cold but softer now. He ran a hand over her hair, the action awkward yet oddly tender. “Stop crying. You'll always be our baby but you’re not a baby anymore.”

“Dada…” she whispered again, her little voice cracking.

Your chest ached as you watched the scene. Despite his detached nature, Haruka sought him out and craved his presence just as much as she did yours.

Ni-ki sat on the edge of the toddler bed, adjusting her in his arms. “This is your new bed now,” he said firmly but gently, his fingers brushing away her tears. “You have to sleep here, Haruka. No more crying. No more crib.”

She sniffled, her grip on his shirt loosening as she blinked at him. “Dada, stay?”

He froze, his cold facade cracking just slightly. His eyes darted to you as if asking for permission, though he’d never admit it.

“Fine,” he muttered, laying her down and tucking her in. He settled on the floor beside the bed, his back against the wall. “But only until you fall asleep.”

A faint smile broke through Haruka’s tear-streaked face as she clutched her blankie and closed her eyes. Her breathing evened out slowly, the room falling into an uneasy silence.

You stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching Ni-ki as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes closing briefly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, though your tone mixed gratitude and bitterness.

He didn’t respond, his cold mask slipping back into place as if nothing had happened. But as you turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of his hand resting protectively on the edge of Haruka’s bed, a silent promise only she would understand.

The faint glow of morning filtered through the curtains, casting streaks of gold across the nursery. You rubbed at your tired eyes as you stepped into the room. The quiet was startling after the night's chaos, and you held your breath for a moment.

Haruka lay sound asleep in her toddler bed, her tiny chest rising and falling with each even breath. Her blankie was clutched in one hand, her thumb tucked into her mouth, a picture of serenity. Beside her, slouched against the wall with his head tilted back, was Ni-ki.

He looked uncomfortable, his long legs stretched awkwardly across the floor, arms folded across his chest, and yet… peaceful. His face, usually so guarded and cold, was relaxed in sleep. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against the doorway, taking in the sight.

The man who always kept his emotions locked away had stayed with her all night. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes.

You stepped closer, your bare feet padding softly across the carpet. Kneeling beside him, you hesitated before reaching out. For once, he seemed vulnerable, almost human, as he slumbered. You gently touched his arm.

“Riki,” you whispered.

His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting yours. For a brief moment, he looked disoriented, his cold facade nowhere to be found. Then, like clockwork, the walls came back up. He straightened, rubbing the back of his neck with a grimace.

“She’s still asleep,” he said, his voice gruff from exhaustion.

“I can see that,” you replied softly. “You stayed all night.”

Ni-ki stood, brushing off invisible dust from his pants. “She wouldn’t have stopped crying otherwise,” he said as if to downplay the effort he’d made.

You rose to your feet, crossing your arms. “You could’ve gone back to bed and let the maids handle it, but you didn’t. Why?”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Because you were exhausted,” he said after a long pause. “And she needed someone.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. It wasn’t an apology but the closest thing to an explanation you’d ever gotten from him.

“She doesn’t just need someone,” you said, quiet but firm. “She needs you, Riki. Not just when it’s convenient or I can’t handle it anymore. She needs her father.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might walk away. But then his shoulders sagged, and he let out a sigh.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Being… there. I don’t know how to be what she needs.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out, touching his arm. “You just have to try,” you said. “She doesn’t need you to be perfect. She needs to know you love her. That’s enough.”

Ni-ki’s eyes flickered to Haruka, still sound asleep in her bed. For once, the cold mask cracked, and you saw the faintest glimmer of warmth in his gaze.

“I’ll try,” he murmured, almost to himself.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

As you turned to leave the room, you glanced back to see Ni-ki sitting on the floor again, his hand resting lightly on the edge of Haruka’s bed. Maybe the husband you’d grown accustomed to was beginning to thaw.

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The dormitory grew brighter around him at a snail’s pace, the weak Autumn light struggling through the flat, white cloud cover. Remus was exhausted and frustrated, but still, infuriatingly awake. He gave up trying to get any rest and clambered over to the bottom of his bed to pull out a book from his trunk to read until it was a reasonable time to be up. 

His eyelids were just drooping over his copy of The Wishing Chair, Again that he’d brought from home to lend to Lily when something heavy and unexpected dropped onto his legs. 

“Morning!” James whispered over Remus’ grunt of pain. He was beaming, and looked like he’d slept outside in a hurricane. 

“Yeah, morning.” Remus pulled his legs from under James, lest he break them, and put his book to one side. “You’re up early.”

“I suppose. Hey, sorry to spring this on you, but I forgot to ask yesterday with all the excitement. Are you a werewolf?”

Remus lunged forward and clapped his hand over James’ mouth, looking over to his left in a panic. Peter was still snoring. 

“Jesus Christ, James, shut up.” 

James pried Remus’ hand away from his mouth and grimaced apologetically. 

“Sorry mate,” James apologised, keeping his voice hushed. “Anyway, you are, aren’t you? I double-checked the lunar charts over summer-”

“James, are you mental?” Remus groaned. He couldn’t take much more anxiety in one night. “What do you mean, you were ‘checking lunar charts’? It’s like, five in the morning - why are you asking me this right now?”

James looked horrified. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I was so sure I was right - I suppose that was a bit presumptuous. Please, ignore what I said, I’m so sorry-”

“No, you’re right, it’s just that-”

“Wait, I’m right ?”

Remus wanted to obliterate himself on the spot. What an idiot. 

Well, he supposed at least he could stop worrying about it now. 

“Yeah, you’re right.”

He stole a tentative glance at James, expecting disgust, or horror, or fear. Instead, he looked… smug?

“ Knew it!” he hissed. “I’m such a great detective. Sirius isn’t going to believe that I figured it out before him-”

Remus couldn’t believe his ears. Was it simply that James hadn’t thought of the reality of what he’d discovered? Perhaps it was still all a game of Cluedo to him. Perhaps, once he’d had a few minutes for the horror of what he’d said to sink in, he’d go straight to Professor McGonagall, or Professor Dumbledore, and ask that Remus be housed elsewhere, or expelled, for their own safety. 

And he’d be right to. 

Remus flinched as a hand waved before his eyes, far too close to his face. 

“Hey, Lupin. You okay there?”

Remus blinked at him, waving his hand away. He didn’t want to touch him. 

“Am I okay?”

James huffed. “You keep just repeating me.” James seemed to stop, pull the breaks on his own train of thought, and really look at Remus for the first time since he’d sat on the bed. Remus could feel his eyes searching him. “Sorry. I think I’ve made a mistake.” 

There it was.

“I’ve really freaked you out, haven’t I?”

Freaked him out?

“I bet it’s been really hard for you, you tried to keep it a secret. And here I am blabbing away about it. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I can keep a secret, I promise. Especially for a friend.”

Remus refused to cry for the third time that day, so he leaned forward and hugged James roughly, before he could think twice about it. James squeezed him back.

BONUS - Peter

“I guess this is about the werewolf thing?”

Remus snapped his head up, bashing his forehead on James’ chin as he did. Peter stood beside the bed, sleepy eyed. Remus rubbed his head and looked bewildered at Peter. 

“How do you know?” He asked, incredulous. 

“You were sick at the full moon and your scars don’t heal,” Peter shrugged. “I supposed you were trying to keep it a secret, so I didn’t say anything. Seems like that’s over and done with now though.” He smiled up at him and Remus felt his chest ache like someone had reached inside him and squeezed his heart. 

How did he deserve this?

James unlatched himself from Remus and huffed at Peter. “Wait, when did you figure this out? I thought it’d gotten it first?”

“No way, I figured it out end of last year - I’m sure you only put it together in the holidays-”

“That’s not true, I was just double checking! I knew last year-”

“You did not, you’re a liar-”

Remus: Oh no. You don’t want to befriend me. I’m a handful.

James: [excitedly] I have two hands!!!

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mingi - stare

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you're sitting on the couch playing a video game for your husband. it's a game that yunho had recommended to mingi, but he has been struggling with one of the stages. when you had gotten home, you bet with mingi to see who would beat the stage first.

you're moving the character on screen through a section of the stage, heading towards a building that is marked by a triangle hovering over it. you encounter different enemies and fight them. it takes a minute to get through all of them before another wave of enemies appear. you clear them out after another few minutes.

as you continue playing, you sense someone looking at you.

and that someone is right next to you.

"please stop staring at me."

"i can't help it."

you pause the game and look at mingi. you put the controller on your lap.

"is there something on my face?" you ask, immediately reaching up to touch your face, thinking that food might have been stuck to your skin from dinner.

"no, there isn't. well, actually, there is," he replies.

you raise an eyebrow at him, trying to understand what he just said. "song mingi, what's on my face?" you ask and pick his phone up to open the camera app. you look at yourself but find nothing unusual. "i don't see anything, babe," you say to him.

he chuckles and points to a mole beneath one of your eyebrows.

"you've been staring at my mole that's been on my face since the day i was born?" you question him and turn his phone off, putting it on the couch in between both of you.

"am i not allowed to stare?" he asks you. "it's cute." he leans in and kisses you where the mole is.

"it's not that cute," you reply and pick up the controller. you resume playing the game. "i wish i had freckles or something. i think those are cuter."

"if you think about it, it's like you have a single freckle," mingi points out. "i'm telling you, it's cute."

"quit trying to win me over, we're already married," you say to him.

he chuckles, "i can't help it. i'm married to a hottie. i have to point out everything i love about her and show her off."

you playfully roll your eyes and smile while playing the game. you fight more enemies along the way and reach the designated building. inside of the building, you have to do a few puzzles and fight some more characters that are a part of the series. it doesn't take you too long before you turn a machine off within the building, beating the stage and leveling up two of the characters. you go to the stage selection screen and move the character to the next stage.

"i gotta admit, you're hell of a catch too," you say to him as you pass him the controller and kiss his cheek, "told ya i'd beat it before you would." you add while mingi starts up the next level.

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Coming (home) to You

SugarMommyWife!Abby x SugarBaby!Reader

18+

SMUT

CW: Semi-public sex, deep throating, voyeurism, mommy kink.

You were lying on the couch reading a book in your’s and Abby's penthouse apartment. A pink sheer robe draped over body, occasionally taking in the view of the city lights outside of the floor to ceiling windows. You met Abby on a sugar dating app but the relationship quickly turned romantic, and now here you are her girlfriend of 3 years and fiancée of 6 months. You heard the sound of the large door shut and heavy footsteps. 

“Baby you home?”, she yelled through the foyer. 

“I'm in here.”, you said back. 

She rounded the corner in her sexy navy work suit and black briefcase in her hand.

  

“You're finally home”, you purred and got up from your spot on the couch walking towards her to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around your waist and your arms around her neck, standing on your tipping to give her a quick kiss.  

“I've been thinking of you all day”, she said into the kiss, her hands traveling down your back to cup your ass. You moaned at the feeling of her large rough hands digging into your skin. 

“What about me?”, you asked. 

“Thinking of your you perfect body, your perfect face, your perfect pussy...”, she told you backing you into the couch. You laid down on the couch Abby climbing on top of you. 

“What else?” 

“Fuck baby, thinking about the sounds you make for me, when I'm so deep in your pussy.”, she kissed down your neck. You let out a whimper when you felt her teeth bite down into the side of your neck.

 

“The sounds you pussy makes...”, she snaked her hand under you robe to find you were wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties. Her hand traveled up your torso to your breast. She groped and squeezed your nipples while still attacking your neck, leaving pink bruises. Your body felt so hot and your mind was already going dumb, only the thought of Abby was left. You grind your hips into hers, feeling a bulge on your clit. Of course she is packing.  

“I need you mommy”, you whined. Now grinding harder into her bulge your hands in her hair lightly scratching her scalp. She kissed back up your neck now leaving soft wet kisses on your jaw to your lips. She kissed you hard, your tongues clashing against each other. She bit down lightly on your lip causing you moan into her mouth.  

“Beg for me.” 

“Please mommy I need you so bad.”, you whined.

 

“Need me where? Be a big girl and use your words.”, she completely stopped touching you waiting for you to obey her.

 

“I need your cock mommy” 

“Yea, where do you need it princess.”, she teased you further. You swore she got off on teasing you more than she did touching you. 

“In my mouth n’ my pussy, anywhere please I need you mommy.” 

“Get on your knees.”, she commanded. You slid of the couch getting onto your knees, kneeled between Abby's thighs. Her bulge right in reach. She untied your robe and watched it fall to ground, your perfect tits on display for her.  

“Take my cock out baby.” you wasted to time unzipping her pants and sliding her boxers down just enough for her cock to spring out. Not only was she packing but it was the biggest one, the you always struggled to take. It was long and incredibly girthy, but it was your favorite color, so that always inclined you to try your best.  

“Go ahead baby, make mommy feel good.”, you nodded and took the large strap into your hand sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the tip, you then licked a long stripe from the base all the up from to the tip. You spit on the tip before taking your hand to jerk her off. She bucked her hips into your hands, loving the way your hands looked so small in contrast to her cock.  

“Come on baby”, she said borderline whimpered. She put her hand on the back of head to push your head down onto her strap. You bobbed your head up and down trying your best to take all of it into your mouth. You gags filled the room and saliva dripped down your chin onto the floor.  

“Touch yourself for mommy”, you didn't have to be asked twice you brought your hand down to you pussy rubbing yourself over your panties. You moan on dick and Abby started to buck her hips up into your mouth. Her strap hitting the back of your throat. Rubbing your pussy to the same pace of her fucking your mouth. Your moans got louder it was getting harder to breath but you didn’t want to stop when she was looking at you like the most delicious thing in the world. You got more wet as she fucked your mouth, your slick dripping to the inside of your thighs. You could tell Abby was gonna come soon, the way the she was fucking into your mouth grinded her cunt amazingly. You rubbed your pussy faster, moaning deeper. Abby then came with loud grunt and moan, her pace faltering.  

“Fuck baby~”, she moaned. You took the strap out her mouth a long string of saliva connecting you two together. She rubbed your head while catching her breath. She then stood up and began to take of her clothes. You watched as she unbuttoned her shirt putting her glorious abs and happy trail on the display. You mouthwatering more than it was before. She removed her pants and boxer to see you her arousal sticking to her thighs.  

“Come n’ ride me princess.”, she sat down spreading her legs for you. You climbed on top of her straddling her thighs, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of your panties and slid them off you. She brought her finger down to slit and rubbed your pussy.  

“This all for me?”, she teases. You whimpered at the feeling of her finger on your clit.

 

“Open”, she lightly slapped your cheek. You opened your mouth for her and she stuck the two finger that were just on your pussy into your mouth. She watched as you sucked her fingers moaning at the taste of yourself. She pulled out her fingers and jerked off her strap before lifting you up and slowly sitting you down onto her cock. You moaned at the stretch her cock was doing to your pussy.  

“Uh~ it hurts mommy.” 

“Shh baby you can take it.”, she said into your ear. Her hand started to rub slow circles on your clit. You moaned in pleasure as you sunk further onto her strap. She finally all the way in you, you caught your breath and adjusted to size of her before you started to slowly lift yourself up and down her cock. You were at it for about 2 minutes until your legs started getting tired Abby watch in amusement as you struggled to ride her.  

“You need mommy to fuck you baby”, she said.

 

“Yes please”, she adjusted herself before she grabbed onto your hips and started fucking into you. Her hips moving at a fast pace. You couldn’t help but scream in pleasure. You head hung back and your tits bouncing in her face.  

“Oh my god ~fuck mommy~” 

“You love the way mommy fucks your pussy huh?” 

“God yes mommy I love your cock so much”, you whined eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Go on and touch yourself baby.”, she said still pounding into you. You brought your shaky hand down to your clit and started rubbing yourself in fast circles. You felt your stomach tense up and you pussy tighten on Abby's strap.

 

“You gonna come for me baby, go ahead and cum”. With her words you screamed out, your hips stuttering as you came hard on her strap. She wasted to time for you to come down from your high. She stood up with you in her arms, your legs wrapped around your waist. You didn’t know where you were going until you felt your back hit against a cold surface. She had you pressed up against the window.

 

“Wait what if people se-” she cut you off with her fucking into you again. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm your eyes clench shut and your finger digging into her back. You could only whine and whimper the pleasure too much to handle. Abby's hands on your ass as she pounded up into your wet pussy. Her grunts in your ears only made you even more wet. Your back sliding up and the window of her pace. She started to bite you neck which only made you scratch her back harder, drawing little increments of blood.  

“Love your pussy so much baby, love you”, she grunted. Her pace somehow got harder and faster. Your head now hitting against the window. You felt your next orgasm coming in stronger.  

“M’gonna cum mommy, please can I come?”, you asked moaning out to her. 

“Wait for mommy”, she said. She down and started to rub your clit once more. You could she was about to come as well her head now facing up, her neck on full display. You took that as an opportunity, you kissed and bit sucked onto her neck breaking her.

 

“Fuck I'm cumming, cum with me baby!”, you finally released. Your orgasm hitting hard, squirting onto Abby's abdomen and the floor. You both came at the same time Abby grunting as her hips slowed down trying to milk the most out her orgasm. You both came down from your highs. Abby grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and brought your face in to kiss her. You made out her holding with arm.  

“Love you so much”, you said into the kiss. She carried you back to the couch and slowly pulled you of her strap and laid you down on the couch.  

“You, ok?”, she asked as you still were trying to catch your breath. You simply nodded you throat too sore to speak. She removed her strap and set it on the coffee table so she made sure to clean it later. She walked to the kitchen to grab you some water and grabbed a blanket before she laid down next to you and cuddled up to you, wrapping her arms around you. 

“I love you too baby”, she said kissing your forehead.  

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Obsession (part 4)

Player 001 x Reader [SMUT]

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The sound of the door locking didn’t come, but the lights turned out one by one. In Ho walked around your house, ensuring that you really were sleeping. Your phone light wasn’t on either, you were asleep.

In Ho opened the front door quietly. He shut it behind him and crept through the house silently. He heard the sound of pattering echo the walls. He froze slowly backing up into a darker corner. He saw the cat, a sigh of relief escaping him as they stared at each other.

“Hello, kitty” he crouched to pet him. The cat purred as he rubbed In Ho legs jumping up to reach his knee. Circling through the his parted legs, In Ho stands up. “Take me to Mommy’s room (c/n).” He said as the cat trotted away.

Following silently, In Ho looked at the decor on the walls. He entered your room. Watching you sleep soundly as he towered over you. Watching as you slept. He planted a kiss on your lips. Harsh and vile. Waking you up from your slumber.

“In Ho?” You asked. “What’re you doing here? Get out of my house!”

“Relax, I just wanna sleep with you” he growled. He sat on your torso, ripping his tie off his neck. “Just fucking relax (y/n). I’m not going to hurt you” he began tying your hands up.

“In Ho, I don’t want this.” You said.

“Yes you do. Stop denying me” In Ho said as he ripped the blanket from you, revealing the thong you were wearing. He groaned loudly as his cock raged in his slacks. “I heard you moan for me.”

“Wha- how did you see that video?!” You shout in embarrassment.

“Oh bunny, I saw all of them. Every single one where you begged for me, came for me, told me you were going to cum on my fingers, asked me to fuck that pussy like I was going to die. All of them” he declared evilly.

“In Ho, please” you begged. “Please”

In Ho's fingers plunged into the your pussy, his touch rough and unyielding. He didn't care about your pleasure; all he cared about was asserting his control. You felt a surge of arousal mixed with pain as In Ho's fingers stretched you wide, his fingertips scraping against their walls.

“Oh good girl, so wet for me” he said. “You’re tied up, doing something you apparently don’t want, and here you are, soaking wet and drenching my fingers” you turned your face from him.

He pumped his fingers in and out, his pace relentless as he drove you closer and closer to climax. You felt your body tensing up, your muscles coiling tighter and tighter as you neared release. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, In Ho stopped.

You cried out in frustration, your body trembling with need. "Please, In Ho" you begged, your voice shaking with desperation. "Let me cum."

In Ho just laughed, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "No," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You don't get to cum yet."

You pleaded with him, begging him to let you release. But In Ho just shook his head, his fingers still buried deep within you but motionless. You felt like you were being torn apart by your own desire, your body screaming for release but denied it by In Ho's merciless touch.

"Maybe later," In Ho said finally, pulling his fingers out of your throbbing pussy and leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. "But for now... you're going to have to wait."

Your wrists were bound, the silk fabric digging into your skin as In Ho pulled it tight. You felt a surge of fear mixed with arousal as you realized they were completely at his mercy. And you loved it. In Ho's eyes gleamed with a sadistic intensity as he gazed at you, his chest heaving with excitement.

You felt a jolt of shock as In Ho's fingers dug into your hips, holding them in place. His cock was rock-hard, and he slammed it into you without warning, making you cry out in shock.

The neck tie bit into your skin as you struggled against their bonds, but In Ho just laughed and held you tighter. He pounded into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving. You felt like you were being torn apart, your body stretched to its limits as In Ho rammed into you again and again.

You came close to climaxing multiple times only to have him pull back at last second leaving you hanging before finally allowing you release after what seemed an eternity you screamed out loud shuddering from head-to-toe feeling utterly spent.

“I’m not done with you yet” he said. You cried loudly from the over stimulation of cumming and still enduring his cock.

In Ho's grip on their hips tightened as he pulled you closer, his cock still buried deep within. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "you're mine now... I'm going to bury my cum so deep inside you that your only choice is to just take it". You felt a surge of panic mixed with arousal as you realized you were completely at his mercy.

And then it happened - In Ho came inside your belly hot seed spurting deep within making you feel utterly helpless while declaring through gritted teeth "you're going to carry my child... and there's nothing you can do about it". He spoke harshly.

He planted hard kisses on your lips, as tears ran down your face.

“I need more” you begged. “Please give me more. More of you, I need more” you began to cry. “I haven’t had you in 5 years and all I need is you again, like I did in the games”

“Well, you have me, for the rest of our lives.” He spat laying next to you. Stripping his clothes till he was naked.

“I want you inside me” you whispered. “Please” he smiled. His plan worked out perfectly. He couldn’t deny your poor pussy his delicious cock. He laid beside you. Catching his breath.

“Soon, little bunny, soon.” He sighed. “I need to calm down before I can do this again”

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[batfsm]

I wrote a fanfic for this but I now need a title…and a summary.

Warnings: I don’t say outright in the story, in my opinion, but i imply a lot of child abuse and sexual assault to children. So be careful please.

I do speak of death and drugs but only in passing.

The story is under the cut. It got away from me. I just wanted to write about Jason and Tim running from Bruce and next thing I know Dick and Alfred are in it, Leslie is mentioned as is Jim, Roy, Lian, Oliver, Damian, and Talia. (Cass and Duke are implied.)

I hope you enjoy @ky-landfill. I’m putting it up tomorrow on my AO3 so I’ll edit in the link then. (Hopefully a name and summary also. Especially a title.)

Edit: Figured both out.

Meetings

Summary: A sound had Jason dropping the tire.

A sound had Jason dropping the tire he just took off and reaching for Tim who came willingly.

Tim climbed onto Jason’s back as the older boy started to run, a move they had practiced for hours until they got it smoothly, and Jason gripped his tire iron harder as he moved faster.

A body suddenly dropping in front of him had Jason sliding to a stop and crunching a bit.

Tim peeked over Jason’s shoulder and felt his eyes widen. Other than that the only other reaction was his tightening grip on his elder brother’s shoulders.

Jason glared as he shifted a bit more to hide Tim and lifted his tire iron. “Leave us alone!”

Batman glared. “Why did you take my tires?”

“None of ya business. We aren’t anymore, so let us go.”

“You’re coming with me.” Batman I growled.

“Fuck off, you big boob!” Jason shouted before rushing Batman.

The man was so surprised that he couldn’t stop the hit to his abdomen. As Batman doubled over, Jason ran past as fast as he could.

[They wouldn’t be found for a week and it wasn’t by Batman. Robin, who came back to visit Agent A and was reluctantly patrolling with Batman, though he was internally glad to be home, ran into Tim by accident.

Tim, when faced with one of his heroes, just stared as he had at Batman before grinning and asking Robin if he wanted to come meet his big brother.

Robin, who was told about the story by a mulish Batman, grinned brightly and agreed.

The young boy led the way to their hideout only to find Jason struggling against a man. Robin didn’t even blink as he took the man down and then fussed over the two boys.

Tim clung to Jason who clung back as Robin looked around and then called Agent A who came to pick the boys up and take them to dinner and then Doctor Thompson’s clinic to be looked over.

As Leslie looked the two civilians over, Agent A snuck out and back to the hideout where the downed man was just coming around.

(Commissioner Gordon ended up with a man beaten up and files full of evidence against the man and others hurting children. Jim Gordon took pleasure in slapping charge after charge on the man and the others, including more police officers who he had thought were not corrupt.)

When Agent A joined the trio, Batman was with him. (Bruce had gotten his own hits in when he saw files on Dick and Roy. Oliver had been alerted and was hunting down the men and women in Star City that were a bit to interested in children, especially his son.) Batman, who had found the files and most of the evidence, dropped to his knees and hugged the three boys. He silently vowed to do better in his relationship with Dick and to keep a close eye on the two younger boys and where they would be placed.

Batman redid the vow months later to include all his children when he finally admitted to Alfred and himself that Jason and Tim were best left with the family.

Jason and Tim, like Dick, was the best thing that happened to him.

All his children, present and future were.]

[Roy and Oliver’s arguments in the future would never get as bad as they should have been because Oliver followed Bruce’s example and opened up to his son. Roy would be able to fall back on his dad when he started to get addicted and would have the support he desperately needed from the start. Lian would grow and never die since she was with her dad and grandpa all the time and not just Roy.

The whole family would be happier.]

[Jason, by way, never became estranged from the family. He does die but Talia puts him straight into the Pit and then takes him home with Damian.]

Fuck off, you big boob!

[midnightfict]

Back in Our Days. Pt. 2

— 𓆩𓆪 —

𓆩 Lee Byung-Hun x F!reader 𓆪

Summary — When two, now estranged friends get caught in an unexpected encounter which triggers a feeling one thought was lost.

A/N — when I made pt. 1, I didn't think anyone would want a continuation, but here you go lol. @audiiix @sylviavf @foulbreadpaenut

read pt. 1 here

— 𓆩𓆪 —

You ran down the narrow streets, your breath visible in the cool air, clutching your coat tightly against the rain. The faint neon lights of the arcade flickered behind you as you sped towards the crosswalk, the same place where you had seen him days ago. The drizzle had picked up, soaking through your hair and clothes, but you didn’t care.

As you reached the crosswalk, you came to a halt, glancing at your watch. It was almost the same time as before. The thought struck you—what were the chances? Why would he even be here again? You didn’t know if this was a route he walked regularly or just a coincidence that day.

"Stupid," you muttered under your breath, shivering. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. A small part of you, fragile but stubborn, clung to hope.

The rain grew heavier, each drop pounding against the pavement, and soon you were drenched. As you stood there, tears blurred your vision, mixing with the rain. “Please,” you whispered into the storm. “If I find him again, I swear… I won’t leave him. I won’t break any promises. I’ll always stay by his side.”

The words came out in fragments, carried by sobs you couldn’t suppress. You had been so young back then, too naive to understand what love really was. Even while you were abroad, it hadn’t clicked that the empty ache in your chest was because you loved him. You thought that maybe you were just homesick or missing a close friend. But now, with all the distance, silence, and regret, you knew. You had always loved him.

The minutes dragged into hours. Your fingers were numb, your body trembling from the cold. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe you’d missed your chance for good. Defeated, you turned to leave, your soaked shoes splashing through puddles as you stepped onto the crosswalk.

And then, suddenly, the rain stopped hitting you.

You froze, feeling a shadow cast over you. Slowly, you turned your head, and there he was. Byung-hun. Standing beside you, holding an umbrella over your head, his face a mixture of sadness and something unreadable. His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to speak but hesitated. His eyes, those familiar expressive eyes were glistening, as though tears threatened to spill.

“You’ll get sick,” he finally said, quiet but firm. “C’mon, I'll take you home.”

For a moment, you couldn’t move, too stunned by the sight of him. But then, you nodded, allowing him to guide you away from the crosswalk.

The two of you walked silently for several minutes, rain muffled by the umbrella above. You clung to your coat, your mind a storm of emotions. But when you glanced at him, his expression was enough to shatter your composure.

“Byung-hun,” you said, your voice trembling.

He turned to you, confused, but before he could ask what was wrong, you broke down. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to form the words.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve told you I was leaving. I should’ve thought about how you felt, but I didn’t. I thought that if I told you last minute, you wouldn’t have time to get mad at me, but… I was selfish. I was wrong.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself, but the words kept pouring out. “You must hate me now, and I don’t blame you. I’d hate me too.”

For a moment, he said nothing, and the silence was deafening. You braced yourself for his anger, his disappointment—anything but the warmth you felt when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you.

“I could never hate you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Not even one little bit.”

Byung-hun pulled back slightly, his arms holding you close as he looked deeply into your eyes. His gaze softened, and with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he raised a hand to gently caress your face. His thumb brushed away a stray tear from your cheek, his touch warm against your cold skin.

You let out a small chuckle, though it came out shaky, your tears betraying the happiness behind it. But despite everything, you were smiling. A smile so bright and full of life, the same one you used to give him years ago. The one he thought he’d never see again.

And then he smiled back. A real, unguarded smile that felt like it carried the weight of all the time you’d spent apart. Your joy spread, melting the distance that had once separated you both.

“I’m sorry too,” he said softly, his voice laced with regret. “For overreacting when you left. I… I was hurt, but I should’ve listened to you instead of shutting you out. For years, I’ve thought about that moment, wishing I could go back and undo it all. Wishing I could’ve been better for you.”

His words made your chest tighten, but it wasn’t pain this time. It was something deeper, something more hopeful.

Byung-hun’s eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering for a brief moment before darting back to meet yours. You saw the hesitation, the vulnerability in his expression, and it made your heart race.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid of breaking the moment.

Your breath hitched, and the question caught you off guard. Your cheeks burned, and you instinctively averted your gaze, too embarrassed to meet his. But after a second, you gave a small nod—so slight it might have gone unnoticed if he wasn’t paying attention.

But he was.

His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the remaining distance between you, letting the world blur around you.

His lips met yours, soft and warm against the cold rain-soaked air. It was hesitant at first as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to have this moment. But as you melted into him, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly, the kiss deepening into something more certain, more real.

It was everything unspoken. Years of longing, regret, and love poured into a single moment. The rain still fell around you, the umbrella slightly tilting as neither seemed to care. All that mattered was him, you, and the connection that had always been there, waiting for this very moment.

When the kiss ended, you both lingered close, foreheads gently touching as you tried to catch your breath. Byung-hun let out a small laugh, low and disbelieving, he couldn’t believe this was real.

“You’re freezing,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate, though there was still concern in his eyes.

You laughed softly, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “Guess that’s what I get for standing in the rain waiting for you.”

He smiled again, shaking his head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re late,” you teased, earning another laugh from him.

Byung-hun stepped back just enough to adjust the umbrella over both of you, his hand slipping into yours as he pulled you closer. “Let’s get you home,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

This time, as you walked together, the silence wasn’t heavy or awkward. It was filled with warmth, with everything you didn’t need to say because the connection between you had already spoken for itself.

[bubybubsters]

Game day (chp. 4)

summary: in which reader is an avid studier and all she does is listen to music, study, eat, and sleep. what happens when she suddenly becomes attracted to a friend of a friend, a football player no less… not just any footballer, the quarterback that every girl fawns over

a/n: THIS CAUSED ME SO MUCH STRUGGLE I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 🙏🙏🙏

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“Y/n we’re going to be late!”

“It’s 5:57 you said six!” you call back.

You hear the three sisters groan out in annoyance. You smirk, quickly scribbling your last sentences for your English essay, folding it up and tucking it into your bag. You throw on a dab of blush and grab your pre-prepared bag before heading out. 

“Y/n if we’re late you’re dead.” Nesta grits out, teeth clenched. 

You grin. “You’ll be fine, Nes.”

Elain smiles guiltily, “Did I mention we’re picking up Lucien?”

Both Feyre and Nesta groan as your grin grows. “Thank god! Someone sane!” Turning to Nesta you reach back to poke her shoulder, “Now who ya gonna kill, huh?”

She bares her teeth. “Still you!”

“Ugh whatever. You’re just salty you don’t get to have your pregame lip-tongue-dance with Cassian.”

Nesta growls, leaping at you, sitting in shotgun, from her back seat just as Elain pulls to a sudden stop. Her momentum sends her crashing head-first into Elain’s seat and her feet spread with one in Feyre’s stomach and the other splayed against the window.

You chuckle, quickly stepping out of the car. “I’ll get Lucien.”

Slamming the car door, you hurry up the stone path to the Vanserra house. As you ring the doorbell, you hear screaming and arguing from the direction of the car.

The door opens, Lucien steps out, and the door closes just as fast.

You raise a brow. “What? Can’t say hi to my favorite family nowadays?”

Lucien rolls his eyes. “Eris is back.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know maybe-”

“Nope.”

You sigh. “Please Lucien. Just one dinner to get all the juicy details of his life out.”

“Nope. You never told me why you’re so interested in him anyway.”

“Call it curiosity.”

He offers his elbow, fake eye glinting for a millisecond. “Curiosity kills the cat, remember?”

You take his hand and the two of you make your way to the still-fighting sisters.

“Good thing I’m not a cat then, huh?”

“Well, it looks like they’re already closer to a cat than you.” Lucien motions to Elain, Nesta, and Feyre screaming and clawing at eachother.

You hum, opening the door. “I suppose.” 

The three sisters stop fighting immediately, Elain going brick red and gripping onto the wheel with too stiff posture.

You smile, climbing into the front seat and leaving Lucein to the back. He sends you a look of betrayal through the mirror as he climbs in next to Feyre.

Elain slams the gas and you all jolt forward.

Fifteen minutes later you’ve parked and are running for the stadium. The five of you find your reserved box seats (courtesy of Rhysand) and slump into them.

The game started ten minutes ago and the score is stil zero-zero. 

“Thank god.” Nesta sighs, eyes closing. 

“NESTA!!”

Everyone in your group groans as thousands of heads turn your way. Nesta smiles through a grimace and waves to Cassian. 

Her boyfriend is on the field, jumping up and down and waving his hands like a crazy man while the coach yells at him. You see Azriel look in your direction and you look down immediately.

“Oh?”

You glance at Lucien. “What?”

“You like him?”

“No!” He looks skeptical. “Maybe.” He smiles. “Yes fine he’s really cute and he doesn’t look like he’d bother me with stupid questions about girls.” You send Lucien a pointed look.

He blushes slightly. “You should ask him out.”

“Nope.”

“He probably likes you too.”

“Nope.”

“He’s looking this way.”

Your head shoots up, eyes instinctively finding him among the players. Your eyes meet. He waves. You stare. Lucien grabs your wrist and makes your hand wave back. You blush. You both look away.

A whistle blows and yelling starts anew. You glance at the field. Players are moving and Azriel is throwing. The ball flies into Rhysand’s outstretched hands and he takes off running. Noise fills the stadium, both boos and cheers. 

You smile, as Feyre jumps around and cheers her ass off. Grabbing a pencil and your English paper from your bag, you turn to Lucien. 

“Can you read through this?” You have to scream to be heard as the stadium absolutely erupts into cheers. 

“Touchdown!”

You glance up, clapping politely. 

Lucien grabs the paper with a nod. You can’t hear what he’s saying but his mouth is moving. You move closer. “It’s probably perfect you’re at the top of the class.”

“Make sure?”

He groans but nods, settling into his seat. 

Five minutes later he’s giving you two thumbs up and you’re taking your paper with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you!”

Then you push him straight into Elain.

“You’re evil.” Feyre steals Lucien’s seat. Her voice sounds a little hoarse from yelling but her eyes are bright and her mouth curved up.

“He’ll be thanking me one day.” 

“Azriel definitely won’t.” She nods her head to the field and you see Azriel glaring daggers into the crowd.

“He is not looking at us.”

“Yes he is! Straight into Lucien’s back.”

“No way.”

Feyre groans and gives up just as the game starts up again. 

You sigh, eyeing the field, football wasn’t really your thing. All you know is touchdowns are good and interceptions are bad and fumbles are bad and the quarterback is Azriel. This is gonna be a long game.

An hour later, the game is finally done with a win for Velaris University. And thank the gods because that shit was boring. You walk down the field with your friends to meet the players. Feyre jumps into Rhys’s arms, both of them kissing and hugging with no end in sight. Nesta follows albeit with a little less intensity, and she and Cassian head off, likely to do some freaky ah stuff in the locker rooms.

You look around, just in time to spot Lucien and Elain split off and start a nice walk across the field while talking and laughing.

“Hey, Y/n?” A deep voice you now recognize calls out.

“Azriel.”

“Y/n.”

“Congrats on the win!” Yes, you finally said something right.

“Thanks.” He doesn’t even grace you with a smile.

Silence falls, crickets chirp.

You smile awkwardly, “Well you look… busy.” You wave to the plethora of girls squealing a distance away holding pink hearts and little gifts all with his name printed on. “I guess I’ll leave you to it?”

He blanches, complexion going white.. “Oh please no.”

Huh?

“What?”

“They’re gonna tear me apart trying to get me to date one of them, god please stay. Rhys and Cass have abandoned me now that they have girls of their own, not that that’s bad of course I’m glad they’re happy bu-”

“Azriel,” you cut him off. “I’ll stay.”

He blinks, and, slowly, the corners of his mouth turn up just the slightest. “Thank you.”

You merely link your arms and smile as you lead the two of you across the field and to the bleachers.

“Don’t worry bout it, kay?”

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[k1ng-ej]

Hiii bestie >:3 maybe about some fluff with art? Something along the lines where Art kills the readers assaulter/stalker

Devil in disguise

Art The Clown x Reader

Note: first time writing for this silly man and writers block completely messed up how i originally wanted to write this </3

As you tread carefully along the dimly lit sidewalk toward your apartment, you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, seeking warmth from the biting chill of the night. The hour was late; the roads were deserted, not a single vehicle in sight, and the absence of life around you heightened the sense of isolation. Working the closing shift had left you with the unsettling task of walking home alone in the dark—a decision that felt increasingly unwise with each passing moment. Yet, the lure of extra income was too tempting to resist. Living solo and managing the costs of rent was a constant struggle, and you were barely making ends meet.

You shivered, instinctively rubbing your arms to generate warmth as you walked, your eyes darting around for any lurking threats that might be stalking the vulnerable—like you. Just as you started to relax, convinced there was nothing amiss, your senses remained on high alert.

Before you fully grasped the situation, you found yourself yanked into a shadowy alley and forcefully pressed against a brick wall, your head crashing against it. The world started to swirl around you, and a low groan escaped your lips as you struggled to focus on the figure standing before you. With your head pounding and your ears ringing, a male voice gradually broke through the fog in your mind, barely reaching your awareness.

"Are you listening? I said give me your fucking wallet!" he hissed, pressing something cold to your neck.

You blinked, trying to gather your bearings and carefully deciding your next moves. Cursing under your breath, you held your hands up in surrender. "Fuck man! It's in my right pocket!"

Your attacker pressed the sharp tip of a knife against your throat, while his other hand rummaged through your pocket for your wallet. He lacked caution, and you winced as you felt warm blood begin to trickle down your neck and chest. It felt inevitable, a grim reality you had anticipated. Anger mixed with despair bubbled within you as you realized the repercussions—how would you manage to pay this month’s rent? Meanwhile, the flicker of defiance sparked in your mind, but you questioned your chances against a blade. The odds were stacked harshly against you.

The man in front of you muttered curses under his breath while frantically searching for your wallet, his intense focus momentarily easing the pressure on your neck. This was your chance. You swiftly drove your knee into him, striking him between the legs. He gasped and staggered back, clearly taken off guard. Seizing the opportunity, you bolted out of the dark alley and onto the sidewalk. For a fleeting moment, you contemplated yelling for help, but the late hour reassured you that everyone was likely sound asleep, oblivious to your plight.

Your lungs screamed with exertion as you raced across the street, desperately trying to put space between yourself and your attacker. To your shock, he recovered quickly from the blow and was close on your heels. Distracted by your fear, you failed to see the person in front of you and collided with their chest, stumbling backward with a startled yelp. You immediately began to apologize as you hurriedly scrambled to your feet.

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief as you faced an unexpected figure: a man clad in a striking black and white clown costume. His face wore an emotionless expression, and a black trash bag was slung casually over his shoulder. Despite your instinctive skepticism about this peculiar stranger, desperation drove you to seek his assistance in escaping the knife-wielding pursuer behind you. After all, how threatening could a clown really be?

"Please, I need help! T-there's a guy chasing me-"

“Hey!” Your pursuer has finally caught up, slowing down to a jog behind you. He glanced between you and the clown, donning an innocent smile while concealing the knife behind his back. “Why did you run away? Come here,” he called out, attempting to lure you closer with his free hand, pretending to be your friend.

You stood your ground beside the enigmatic clown, clinging to the hope that he was merely an ordinary person who would come to your aid. You could almost see the gears whirring in his mind as he glanced back and forth between you and your assailant, seemingly grasping the gravity of the situation. A wave of unease washed over you when a sinister grin crept across his face, and without warning, he dropped the trash bag, letting it fall with a series of unsettling clatters. Your attacker, now visibly confused, appeared to lose patience as he brandished the knife threateningly in front of him.

"Listen, if you both don't give me your money now you'll regret it," he threatened, inching closer.

The clown raised a finger, signaling for everyone to hold on, before eagerly rummaging through his trash bag, clearly searching for something particular. You instinctively stepped back from the unfolding scene, your heart pounding in your chest. Uncertainty gripped you; all you wanted was to return to your run-down apartment and sink into the solace of sleep.

The clown retrieved an object from the bag but swiftly concealed it behind his back, wagging a finger at your attacker while beckoning him to approach. With a mix of caution and curiosity, the attacker stepped closer, attempting to catch a glimpse of what the clown was hiding.

In an instant, all that met your senses was the sight of the clown swinging, the vivid red splattering across the scene, and the horrifying sound of a skull cracking. You gasped, recoiling as warm crimson droplets splashed onto your face. With a trembling hand, you brushed one of the blood droplets from your cheek, only to grimace at the deep stains now marking your skin.

You stood frozen in horror as your attacker staggered backward, collapsing onto the ground. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering away in the chaos. He let out a cry, desperately cradling his head with trembling hands. Meanwhile, the clown stood over him, a sinister smile playing on his lips, reveling in the scene before him. A chilling uncertainty gripped you—who was more terrifying? You took careful steps backward, your eyes fixated on the clown, who loomed menacingly over the fallen man, gripping a hammer with eerie satisfaction.

Without a moment's pause, the clown lifted the hammer and brought it crashing down onto your attacker's skull with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered across the sidewalk, forcing you to fight the urge to vomit at the gruesome sight. You turned your gaze away, unaware of the tears streaming down your cheeks, mingling with the blood droplets. All around you echoed the horrifying sound of bone shattering; the victim's screams had long since subsided. In that chilling moment, a fleeting thought crossed your mind: Would you be considered a suspect in his murder?

A sudden tap on your shoulder made you jump, and you turned to confront the clown, whose makeup now bore red splashes against the stark white. Every instinct screamed for you to flee, to escape as far as you could, yet you remained frozen, your eyes wide in terror.

Your mind lagged far behind, preoccupied with the recent events, barely noticing the clown taking your hand and placing something soft in your palm. As you glanced down, you found a small rag. The clown then gestured to his own face, making a wiping motion.

"Oh… t-thanks." You murmured softly, swiping the cloth across your cheeks to remove the blood splatters. For reasons unknown, you glanced at the clown, raising your brows in silent question, as if seeking confirmation that you had cleaned yourself thoroughly.

He placed his finger on his chin, tilting his head thoughtfully from side to side before finally taking the cloth from your hands. You held your breath as he began to reach for your face. His touch was feather-light as he delicately wiped away the spots you had overlooked. That mischievous grin returned, and he nodded in satisfaction at his handiwork.

You stood in both shock and confusion before finally breaking the silence.

"Um… thanks? For helping me."

The clown waved his hand dismissively in front of him while shaking his head, 'no problem'. You couldn't help but notice how incredibly expressive he was with his body language. While everyone around you would likely have told you to be terrified of him—or even suggested you call the cops after witnessing him murder a man without a shred of remorse—you found yourself feeling a strange sense of gratitude for what he had done, plus the man was intending to rob you and, in your mind, somehow had it coming. In a moment of surprising courage, this gratitude outweighed your fear, leading you to invite the clown to the nearby 24-hour pizza place for a meal, a decision that felt both reckless and oddly thrilling.

[moonlight-joy]

Just a Little Longer

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: You ask Sergei to stay, voicing your fear of losing him. Reluctantly, he agrees, breaking through his guarded nature. In the warmth of the firelit cabin, you share a rare, vulnerable moment, finding solace in his protective embrace as the world fades away for one peaceful night.

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

“Before you go, can you stay a little longer?” your voice broke through the stillness, softer than you intended, yet filled with an unmistakable plea. Sergei paused mid-motion, his broad shoulders tense as he turned to face you. His piercing gaze, usually so guarded, softened slightly at the edges as he studied your expression.

“Why?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, as if testing the waters of your request.

You hesitated, unsure how to explain the ache in your chest, the unspoken fear of watching him walk out that door again. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. He stood near the doorway, his gear slung over one shoulder, the essence of a man always prepared to face whatever the world threw at him.

“Because I… I just need you to stay,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “Just for a little while. Please.”

Sergei’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unnameable crossing his face. He set his gear down with deliberate slowness, as though giving himself time to consider your words. When he finally straightened, he closed the distance between you with a few long strides.

“You know I don’t stay in one place for long,” he said, his voice quieter now but still holding that firm edge of truth. “It’s not safe.”

“And out there is?” you countered, gesturing vaguely to the window. “You’re always on the move, always chasing or being chased. Just this once, can’t you let the world wait?”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded you, a battle waging behind his eyes. Sergei was a man of action, a hunter who thrived on movement and purpose. Yet here you were, asking him to do the one thing he struggled with most: pause.

“What’s this really about?” he asked, his tone softening. “Tell me.”

You exhaled shakily, looking down at your hands as you tried to find the right words. “Every time you leave, I… I wonder if it’s the last time I’ll see you. If this will be the hunt you don’t come back from.” Your voice faltered, but you pushed on. “I just… I don’t want to say goodbye again, not tonight.”

Sergei’s expression softened further, and he reached out, his large hand gently tilting your chin upward so your eyes met his. “I always come back,” he said, his voice a low, steady promise.

“But for how long?” you whispered. “One day, you won’t. And I… I don’t know what I’d do then.”

The weight of your words hung heavy between you, and for once, Sergei had no immediate reply. Instead, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. His embrace was firm, grounding, and spoke of things he often left unsaid.

“I’ll stay,” he said after a long moment, his voice rough but resolute. “Tonight, I’ll stay.”

You closed your eyes, relief washing over you as you clung to him. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was a comfort, a reminder that, for now, he was here. For now, the world outside could wait.

The fire burned low in the hearth as the two of you sat together on the worn couch. Sergei had shed his gear, leaving it in a neat pile by the door, and now leaned back with one arm draped over the backrest. You sat beside him, your legs tucked under you, the warmth of the fire and his presence lulling you into a rare sense of peace.

“You’re not used to asking for things,” Sergei said after a while, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

You glanced at him, startled by the observation. “What makes you say that?”

He gave a small, knowing smile. “You hesitate. Like you’re afraid of what the answer might be.”

“Maybe I am,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “You’re not exactly predictable, Sergei. Sometimes I feel like you’re here one moment and gone the next.”

He didn’t deny it, instead nodding thoughtfully. “The life I lead doesn’t leave much room for staying still. But you…” He trailed off, his gaze turning thoughtful. “You’re different. You make me think about things I haven’t thought about in years.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Is that a good thing?”

“It scares me,” he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. “But maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

The vulnerability in his voice was rare, and it made you reach for his hand instinctively. He let you take it, his calloused fingers wrapping gently around yours.

“You don’t have to be afraid with me,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.”

He squeezed your hand lightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You’re braver than I am,” he said, his tone carrying a touch of wonder.

“No,” you replied with a small smile. “I just know what’s worth fighting for.”

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to sit in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. The firelight danced across the walls, casting a warm glow over the room, and the world beyond the cabin seemed to fade away.

As the night deepened, Sergei stretched out on the couch, his head resting against the armrest. You found yourself lying beside him, your head on his chest and his arm draped protectively around you. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and you felt yourself drifting closer to sleep.

“Thank you,” you murmured drowsily, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“For staying,” you replied. “For giving me this.”

He was silent for a moment, then pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Always,” he said quietly.

And in that moment, with the warmth of the fire and the steady beat of Sergei’s heart beneath your ear, you felt a rare sense of contentment. The world could wait, just a little longer.

[grapejuice32]

3some. i will elaborate no further. you know what i want.

Next Time

Rafe x reader x JJ

notes: I'm so sorry about the wait on this one! I had a lot of fun with this one, lmk if you'd like more Rafe x reader x JJ!

Hot open mouthed kissed were being trailed along your neck, your head was thrown back against his shoulder, exposing more of your skin to him, ready for him to mark. Warm, calloused hands, ran up and down your calves, the cool metal of the rings on his fingers a stark contrast to your warm skin. You sighed in pleasure, your eyes falling shut as Rafe bit lightly into the skin of where your neck and collarbone met, whining in discontent as pulled his lips off of your skin, "uh uh, need y'to keep your eyes on JJ, sweetheart."

You exhaled, doing as he said, but struggling to stop your eyes fluttering shut again as his lips made contact with your jaw, "You feelin' good mama?" JJ's voice drawled from where he was kneeled between your legs, to which you only nodded, a snap breath living your lips as your eyes met his, his hands travelling up your thighs. "Mm, what was that? Couldn't hear you baby."

Rafe's hands slipped under the t-shirt your were wearing as you responded to JJ, "feels good, J."

His lips quirked up as he leant down to press light kiss to your inner thighs, "That's what I thought." Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh, his lips ghosting over your underwear, Rafe pulled your shirt up so that it bunched up over your chest your bra now exposed.

"Stop teasing," you huffed in frustration, your hands making their way to JJ's head to try and push him down to where you needed him. Only resulting in Rafe tutting in disapproval, his hands leaving your bare torso to take your hands in his.

"Hey now, none'f that," his breath was hot next to your ear, a jolt of pleasure sent through you as he nipped your earlobe, "jus' tryn'a make our girl feel good after such a long day, ain't that right J?"

"Yeah, 's right." He nodded, kissing the skin of your lower stomach, just above the waistband of your panties, you pushed your hips up, desperate for stimulation go some kind, but your reaction got you the opposite, instead JJ gripped your hips in his large hands, pinning you to the bed to stop you from moving around.

"So ungrateful," Rafe's voice sounded, "maybe y'shouldn't be gettin' anythin' after all," he mumbled, but his words were loud enough that JJ heard, instantly pulling off of you, knowing that Rafe's words were less of a suggestion and more of a command.

"No, please," you breathed out in slight panic, "I'll be good, I promise, just, please."

"Nah, beggin's not gon' get you anywhere, 's too late," Are began to slide out from behind you, JJ still kneeling on the bed between your legs but no longer touching you, now leaning back and sitting on his feet, "think J an' I're gonna go off an' have our own fun without you."

You slumped in defeat, "no, please, jus-"

"Fine, y'know what? Get your ass over there," Rafe ordered, pointing over to the seat in the corner of the room, "y'can stay an' watch."

He then pulled his attention off of you, and walked around the bed to where JJ sat on the end, he took JJ's face in his hands, leaning down and kissing him roughly, the moan that left JJ's mouth, though muffled by Rafe's, left you biting your lip, squirming in your seat as you watched the two of them.

JJ reached up, grabbing Rafe's biceps and pulling him in closer to himself. It wasn't long before Rafe had pushed JJ down on the bed, one of his hands leaving JJ's jaw to grip the end of JJ's shirt, their lips momentarily separating as Rafe pulled JJ's shirt over his head, leaving his upper body bare. You gripped the armrests of the chair, breathing heavily as you watched JJ's hands slide down to Rafe's lower back. You let go of the armrests, sliding your hands to your panties, only to be halted by Rafe, who somehow had noticed what you were doing even though you were sure he hadn't been looking, "Don't you dare fuckin' touch yourself," he spoke, still not looking at you or even in your direction, "you hear me?" You nodded, a disappointed look on your face as you returned your hands to grip the armrests, "What was that?" he asked, his lips now pressing to JJ's neck and nipping at the skin there.

"I understand," you mumbled, growing frustrated as the only fraction you could provide for yourself as you watched was from the clenching of your thighs, a frown on your face as you watched Rafe get JJ off with his hand, the both of them completely ignoring you, Rafe ignoring you to teach you a lesson and JJ ignoring you because he was too consumed in Rafe's touch.

It was only when a loud moan had left JJ's lips upon him finishing that Rafe looked over to you, the sexual frustration clear on your face, "Aw, 's wrong? Y'feelin' left out, sweetheart?"

You nodded, a pitiful look on your face. Rafe moved to lay next to JJ who was trying to catch his breath a light sheen of sweat visible on his bare chest. "C'mere," Rafe beckoned, reaching a hand out to you, you were instantly on your feet, and moving over to the bed, holding onto Rafe's outstretched hand.

When you thought you were finally going to get the stimulation you needed, Rafe pulled you down to lay beside him, his hand letting go of yours to slip under your body and hold your waist, pulling you close to him. You sent a look of confusion his way at his actions, a mock pitiful chuckle leaving him, "What, did y'think I was gon' get you off, hm?" When you nodded, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, your lips slightly downturned, he just shook his head, "Nah, y'had your chance f'that, didn't you? Besides," he looked over to JJ, whose eyes were half-lidded, his chest rising and falling gently as breathed, his head leant against Rafe's bare shoulder, "J's worn out, you'll have t'wait."

You looked up at him with something along the lines of outrage and he just shrugged, squeezing your waist and pressed a kiss to your hairline, " 's what happens when y'don't listen, better remember for next time, yeah?"

You semi-glared at him, but gave up and rested your head on his bare chest, having removed his shirt at some point earlier, you looked at JJ to see if he'd show you some sympathy but to no avail, instead his lips just curled up in a teasing smile. Yeah, next time you'd listen.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[nonranghaes]

heads up: panic attack. vent for writer.

jisung knows how to take care of you now. he shuts your laptop, setting it aside as he quickly books it to the fridge and back to push a cold water bottle into your hands. you're getting overwhelmed, rambling up a storm about an assignment you did that now looks like you copied someone else who had the same idea. he tells you that it happens, that its normal, and to just email your professor about it... but he knows you. he knows himself. sometimes little things feel too big to handle, and they blow up like this. he holds his hands over your own, thumbs tracing alongside the inside of your wrists.

"it's okay," he says, keeping his voice as calm as he can. "it's gonna be okay. it's early enough. you haven't done any work yet. if she wants you to change it, it'll be okay. you're going to be fine."

you sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to breathe as your chest grows tighter. you're babbling all over again: what if what if what if she gets mad at you what if she hasn't graded your assignment because she reached out to your advisors who's on vacation what if you're in the process of getting in major trouble for a misunderstanding and you just don't know it yet?

he kisses your forehead, gentle as can be, and his hands slide up to your biceps. "honey. i promise, it's going to be okay."

the water bottle slips from your hands, hitting the floor and rolling away as you move in to hold him. you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing growing more rapid as you try to hide. from what, you don't even know, but you bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of the back of his shirt. he embraces you, tracing circles on your back as you sob.

"it's okay," he says again. "just get it out..."

and you do. you sob into his shirt, losing yourself for a minute. two, five. you lose track. but you pull away, breathing a little more even, face stained with tears. and you meet his eyes after a moment, sniffling still.

"'m sorry..." you wipe at your face with your sleeve. "'m overreacting again--"

"it's okay," he cups your cheeks. "i'd panic, too. would i be overreacting?"

he knows the answer is yes. but he knows you'll say no, just because neither of you downplay each other's feelings in the moment even if you do sometimes laugh over the stupid things later on. he kisses your forehead again, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs. he reaches down, scooping up the water bottle and offering it to you again. without a word, you accept it, twisting off the cap and taking a long sip of it before passing it back to him.

"better?" he says quietly. and when you nod, he sighs in relief. "i think... before you do your next assignment... we should do something silly."

you nod, and then reach for your laptop. "after i email her. will you--"

"yes." he kisses your cheek, always on the same wavelength as you when it comes to moments like these. "i'll read it before you send it. do you want a snack?" he stands, stretching, already ready to hunt in the kitchen for whatever will make you smile the most. "i'll grab us some snacks."

"yes, please." you open up your email, and wait a moment before turning to watch him go. "i love you."

he beams as he spins to face you one last time now, already making a heart with his arms, just to hear you laugh a little at him being silly for you. "i love you more!"