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[lambilegs]

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more lee harker headcanons (pt. 2) bc the devil works hard but special interests work harder

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love language is definitely acts of service. she often struggles to voice her affection and appreciation for others, for a variety of reasons -- including she's just not used to it, she feels at a loss and overwhelmed at having to voice it out, and she's not used to such vulnerable communication. she shows her affection, therefore, in other ways. like, making sure to show up and keep her promises (ex. when she tells ruby she'll be there at her party), doing tasks to help others without being asked (like, buying her loved ones food when they casually mention being hungry) and overall being attentive and always having the consideration for others at the back of her head

super strong sense of justice. she'll never take shortcuts and the easy way if it means doing things right (like, when carter tells her to just accept that they have longlegs in custody, and she presses on to discover the accomplice in order to save any future families)

not the best at taking care of herself. she gets so swamped in work, and also just doesn't give herself the attention she deserves. this translates to skipped or rushed meals, and not getting enough sleep

picks her lips when focused and rubs and twists her hands when she's contemplating or feeling uncomfortable

spent her childhood liking the quiet nature of heading into an empty church. she loved the history of the buildings too, and all of the art and architecture. as she's grown up, and has strayed from religion, she can't help but feel uncomfortable in them now. she feels like an outsider creeping in secretly, and her lies to her mom about praying always hang over her in those moments.

keeps a bible in her home because it reminds her of her mother, and because, in spite of her own distance from religion, it just brings a sense of familiarity

gets cold easily and likes to wear clothes that'll cover her up and keep her warm

also hates the heat vehemently LMAOOOO so prefers any other season to it (probably has a soft spot for fall)

sits out on her porch when it rains and snows sometimes, just leaning in a chair, or sitting on the floor, watching the water fall, the steady motion of it relaxing her

felt uncomfortable in highly feminine clothes as a kid, and grew up to still feel uneasy if she considers wearing such an outfit

LOVES oversized clothes -- doesn't mind at all that her FBI jacket is so big on her

sometimes gets dragged to lesbian bars by her friends, but she usually just wants to talk to them or people watch. if there is someone she's interested in, she'll do nothing but quietly watch and pray they telepathically hear her thoughts and come her way lol her friends usually need to intervene

has instant noodles and cereal way too much. she knows it's not good for her, and hides it from her mom when ruth asks how she's eating

goes on jogs in the woods in the morning (wearing a tank top or sweatshirt like HOTTTT), and usually has her walkman on when doing so, just losing her thoughts to the music and using the opportunity to clear her head

sometimes needs a moment after questioning a suspect in the interrogation room, or even interviewing someone like a witness or relative to the victim. not many of her coworkers know this (probably only the ones who have worked close with her, like browning or carter), but the cases do get to her emotionally. the brutality, the disgusting nature of what's done, the impacts this has on families, the lack of justice -- it has her feeling an entire spectrum of emotions, from discomfort to rage to devastation to determination to do what she can to help.

feel like she has a guilty pleasure for spicy food and has a surprisingly good tolerance for it

[moonthreadsz]

[myouicieloz]

sub!giselle begging to eat reader out and being left pussydrunk ‼️ love your work siss

Pretty please

Aeri Uchinaga x 5thmember!reader

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: te amo laroca <3 obrigada por me apoiar nas minhas esquisitices mais malucas e sempre sempre me fazer rir. vc nem deve ver isso mas esse smut meia boca (daquele jeito vc sabe😭) vai pra vc. e tbm eu fiz dom!giselle pq n é vc que manda eu q mando.

ps: I’ve kinda combined those two asks together so I hope you don’t mind, anon ^^

“Hey Aeri, do you want to watch some movies?” You ask, just as Aeri is headed to the kitchen. She smiles at you, nodding as she approaches the massive sofa.

“Sure, baby.” Her eyes travel to the dark corridor before pulling you into her lap, making sure none of the girls would stop by and ruin the moment.

Instead of the so-promised vacation, your group was stuck with full days of schedules and oversea fan meetings, on top of each girl’s solo projects. With that, it’s been the first time in weeks you and Giselle managed to be alone, in peace for the dark hours of the night before being busy all over again.

“Can I pick?” You both know it’s not an actual question— your hands are already reaching out for the remote, but Aeri hums anyway, content on having you so close by.

You smile as your favorite movie shows up on the massive TV screen, happy to watch your comfort animation after a tiring week. Snuggling beside your girlfriend, you feel cozy and safe, embraced by her strong her arms. You’re nearly falling asleep when you feel Aeri’s hands inside your shirt, caressing your waist with a look you know too well.

“Aeri…” You whine, nudging her faintly— even though she barely moves, much stronger than you are. “Come on, stop. I want to pay attention to the movie.”

She blocks your view from the screen completely, hands still on your waist and an adorable pout on her face. You look away, well aware your girlfriend can get you to do anything with that look.

“Please, Y/n. You know how stressful this week has been.” She pleads, pecking your lips. You keep them shut, but it doesn’t take long for you to melt under Aeri’s touch. “I need you, baby… pretty please?”

You sigh, trying to hide your smirk once you allow your girlfriend to kiss you deeply, licking and tugging on your lips like she’s never had a taste of you before. Her hands reach for the hem of your sweatpants, but you stop her fingers from wandering further.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, the girls might see us if we stay here…” You grab her wrist, biting your lip. You’d be too ashamed to ever face your bandmates’ faces if that ever happened.

Aeri brushes her nose against your neck, giggling when she feels you shiver under her. Her smile deepens, and her voice sounds proud as she answers you. “But don’t you want to watch the movie, baby? They won’t barge in, don’t worry.” Her hands squeeze your thighs, then, petty to not have you agree to her wishes without complaints. “You just have to be quiet. Can you do that? Be quiet for me?”

She’s able to get you to do everything with that tone, and she makes good use of that. With a subtle move, she places her body over yours, one hand setting up the volume of the movie with the remote while the other one begins to lift up your shirt, letting out a satisfied hum once you quickly finish the job yourself, now naked under your girlfriend’s touch.

Aeri’s clothes are off in a second, too, and her hands assault your body once again. Her long nails scratch down your hips, hands groping everywhere, making their way to reach out for your boobs. By then, you’re a whimpering mess, struggling to stay still in the cushions as she pinches and twists your nipples rather harshly —just how you like it, making your mission of staying quiet nearly impossible.

“I knew you wouldn’t make it.” Giselle laughs, hands on your thighs to bring your pussy closer to hers. “You’re too loud, baby. I love it.”

She stays still for a moment, brushing her hair out of her face to admire your body. Her eyes, ever so greedy, go all the way from your skin— slightly reddened by the work she had done with her nails, to your pussy, already glistening with the thought of being touched by the Uchinaga.

You don’t look away, too proud of having her look at you with such desire. She lowers her head, then, and _spits_, her saliva coating your wet pussy. Aeri spreads it generously with her thumb, making a show of fingering your pussy in a slow, deep rhythm. You no longer care about the movie, biting your hand in attempts of keeping your breathless moans to yourself. In fact, you're so focused you barely register how your girlfriend takes one of your legs against herself, positioning your cunts together until she lowers her body and your pussy touches hers.

“Aeri— oh _fuck_” You grasp, reaching out for her bare back. Your long nails scratch her skin relentlessly, mind long lost in the sea of sensations she was making you feel.

She rolls her hips, voice echoing loud through the room as your clits touch. You’ve now realized how touch-starved for your girlfriend you were. Aeri she holds you by the waist, placing wet kisses on your neck while her cunt pulsates on top of yours, and the friction is more than enough to radiate that insatiable feeling from your lower abdomen through all your body, making you nearly come in the spot. Your girlfriend’s own moans are loud, nothing short of pornographic; she rolls her eyes, breathless and lost in her own pleasure, too.

Once again, your pussy slides onto hers, in a faster rhythm. It’s enough to drive you crazy, mumbling and whining for her to not stop, to go even faster, to not let go of you…

Aeri revels in seeing you fall apart under her touch. Eager to get those unholy sounds out of you, her fingers reach out for your clit, still focused on brushing her dripping cunt in yours. It’s a mere presence, barely circling your numb bud at all— yet it’s enough to send a wave of shock to your body.

“A-Aeri, oh fuck!” You arch your back, doing everything possible to get your pussy closer to hers. Your pleasure is strong, building up in the pitch of your stomach too quickly, but Aeri stops her movements as soon as she registers the way you tense: a clear sign you’re about to cum. “Hm? Baby? Why’d you stop?” You ask, voice small and uncertain, even though you’ve just had your orgasm ruined. You can’t act defiant towards her, not when her weight is pressing you under her body, and her strong muscles are doing all the work. The only thing you feel is how upset you are, unable to talk back or scold the Uchinaga, deep in your headspace.

She knows your body with the palm of her hand. As soon as your breathing had become quick, and you had your eyebrows furrowed, Aeri knew you were close. Laughing at your confusion, she purposefully alternates between masturbating your pussy then hers, without rush.

“Do you see this, Y/n?” She asks, caressing your neck to guide your head downward, towards the sight of both of your pussies, red and puffy from the friction. “My oh my, how pretty we are.” One of her hands squeezes your breasts hard, before giving both of them light slaps.

In a swift motion, her hands circle your waist, switching positions so you’re half-seated on top of her abdomen, instead. You look at her with a confused frown, tilting your head a bit to the side.

“Sit on my face, please?” She pleads, cupping your ass to reaffirm her words. You do as told, resting your hands on top of the sofa before nodding. You’d do anything to cum, head clouded by the thought of relief— and Aeri knows it. It’s what makes her smile, breath hot under you, as she hovers her mouth through all of your cunt. “God, I’ve missed your taste so much.”

You lean your head back, movements led by Aeri’s strong hands on your thighs as you bite your lip so strongly you feel the metallic taste going down your throat.

“You could’ve just… said so…” You’re breathless, yet your tone still holds a certain grudge to it. “I’ve been dying to touch you, do anything with you all week.” You roll your eyes, then, swirling your hips on her tongue rather harshly. She deserved it, for not paying enough attention to you during so many days. “If you only looked at me at all…”

An uninvited scream leaves your lips once you feel your ass being spanked. Aeri growls, satisfied with your reaction, and slaps your ass once, twice again.

“Shut up and cum.” She demanded, groping your skin so tightly it would certainly bruise.

You should’ve complained; Aeri’s harsh tone and impatient words were not like familiar to you at all. Yet, all you could do was moan loudly, going crazy by your girlfriend’s tongue lapping on your entrance as her nose hit your clit repeatedly. You find yourself desperate, shoving your face onto her without a care about your girlfriend. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind; if anything, she was truly starved, taking you in.

You could also feel it— from the way she held you by the hips, to the satisfied moans she let out every couple of seconds, too. This was as much for your pleasure as it was for hers, you both knew so.

It was all too good. Aeri’s tongue was all over your pussy, making a true show of gathering all of your sex to herself— letting her mouth be used for your pleasure only. As moments passed, you could no longer fight the pleasure building up in your abdomen, eager for release.

“M’ gonna c—“ You had no time to warn your girlfriend, falling apart in her mouth. She held you once your body began to shake, lewd sounds coming out of your mouth along with incoherent mumbles.

Aeri happily collected all of your juices, careful to not suck on your clit. She had no plans of overstimulating you; she’d save it for someday you were able to truly enjoy yourselves, taking her time to prepare your body.

Although seeing you drunk on your orgasm, crying like a little bitch was a heavenly sight, one she deeply missed.

“I’ll never get tired of your taste.” She smiled, pulling you into her lap once you’d calmed down. You hummed, trying not to pay her much attention while her sultry mouth placed kisses on your chest. “I missed you too much, baby… come on, don’t be difficult. You’ve been busy, too.”

Her words are truthful enough to make you sigh, grabbing her face with both hands. Her mouth is glistening, still filled with your arousal, and her bangs are messy, as if the wind had blown it up— you’ve never seen a prettier sight.

You wish you could have her all to yourself, forever.

“I love you.” It’s all you answer. Your thumb travels her lips— now rosy and slightly swollen, and you spread your arousal even more before giving Aeri another kiss; slow and passionate, just like she had done to you earlier on.

She smiles back, motioning to the movie playing on the TV. “And I love you more, baby. Now, let’s watch the movie? No funny business this time, I promise.”

You smile back, nodding. “Sure. Movie it is.”

Soon enough, your clothes were back on, and you were once again curled up with your girlfriend, now feeling much more relaxed and happy.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been wanting to get water for ages.” You hear Minjeong mumble, passing through the living room with her hands half-covering her eyes, afraid of seeing too much.

Before Aeri speaks up, Karina and Ningning’s screams are heard too, complaining from their rooms about how the two of you were gross and would have to do a massive cleaning session at the dorm, later.

Mortified, all you do is hide your face in the crook of Aeri’s neck, jokingly slapping her arm because she keeps laughing, content with how her day went.

[dreamidaydreaming]

it's made real by the thing you do

Rated T | Merman AU | Getting Together | 5k words

Excerpts:

He’s been there for a week when he slips on one of the rocks and almost cracks his skull open when he sees someone from across the shore. It’s easy to notice him, of course–he’s strikingly beautiful with those big brown eyes and full lips.

But most of all, it’s the tail. The tail catches him off guard.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, feeling like he’s lost his mind. “What the fuck.”

“Never seen a merman before, have you?” the merman says casually, like it’s a common occurrence to find a mythical creature in the wild. “You’re not from around here.”

“I'm not,” Dream admits, feeling like he really must’ve cracked his skull open when he fell because… this can’t be happening. This isn’t real. “I’m sorry: is that a tail?”

The man–or, rather, the merman–laughs, open and easy. “It’s fake. Do you want to touch it?”

“Can I?” he asks, feeling like maybe the man is telling the truth. There’s no such thing as mermen, right?

“Of course not, you idiot,” the merman chastises him before splashing around once more, his tail visible underneath the water.

For @veggieharumaki happy very late birthday love! 🫶

[sapphirefate]

moon and the sunshine

You called me your moon, but you forgot that moon goes through phases,

I said that you were my sun, though you burn I basked in your blazes.

My love for you was like the flames, constantly burning,and never on seize.

But the love you had for me was never stable like the waves of the sea!

It looked beautiful from far yet treacherous,

And when I waded in, I understood it was meant never for us.

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[sichengtual]

— summary: you've said, time and time again, that there's nothing going on between you and changkyun. seems, though, you're the only ones that think that way.

— pairing: changkyun x reader, minhyuk x reader (platonic).

— au: not friends to lovers.

— genre: fluff, some angst (if you squint?).

— word count: 939.

— song: better — khalid.

— a/n: my gift for @svtxsoju, using the prompt #33 from this list. it's the first peek into the "loverboy" universe, coming soon!

You’re sure time feels different when it’s spent around Changkyun.

It feels as light as a leaf on a stream, as powerful as a strike of lightning. It passes by quickly, sometimes way too quick to savor; and it passes by slowly, almost slow enough for you to touch. It feels like the rush that comes from tempting fate and savoring limits, like the sudden drop of a rollercoaster; and it feels like a deja vu that produces the dreamiest tenderness. It’s warm, hot against your skin like a hug under the midday sun; and it’s cool, fresh like the rain that finally came with summer.

Time spent with Changkyun is an experience that requires constant discovery as much as it’s a walk down memory lane, touch igniting a fire that, time after time, threatens to consume you. Bit by bit, completely and mercilessly, burning down to the depths of your soul. It’s mouthwatering, the way he makes you feel like the biggest prize yet to be won and his most carefully guarded treasure at the same time; making sure to trail every inch of your skin while never telling you exactly how he feels.

You’ve never needed him to, anyways, because, even now, you’re not completely sure about the way you feel about him. Still, even if you were, you’re not sure you’d ever tell him.

Part of what came with Changkyun feeling like a dream was not knowing if he was real. Not knowing if he would stay, or simply fade into yet another memory the moment you allowed yourself to dream of everything that could be. And even if it hurt knowing he wasn’t completely there, thinking of him not being there at all always hurt the most.

“I’m glad you convinced him to come,” Minhyuk says, voice breaking you out from your thoughts. “I’m pretty sure Kihyun and I asked him like 500 times before he left the group chat and blocked our numbers. We live with him, though.”

It snaps you back to reality, and you see Changkyun standing near, back turned to you, eyes set on the breaking waves. His hair, longer than the last time you saw him, is rustled by the breeze, and his hands are nestled deep in the pockets of his hoodie. He doesn’t move, but your heart is beating a thousand beats per second by the mere thought of him ever turning around. Of locking eyes with you.

“I did not convince him,” you answer, rolling your eyes when Minhyuk sets his eyes on his friend. “Maybe your bathroom post-it notes got to him in the end. Gotta applaud you for your patience.”

“He literally never read those. He said he was coming the minute you said you were too, but if you want to call it a coincidence, I’ll just go along with it.”

“We’re not even friends, Minhyuk,” you try, shaking your head as the boy chews, loudly, on a bunch of sour skittles. “He’s your best friend, he obviously came for you. And Kihyun, and his bank account. And… probably also Hyungwon’s special lattes.”

“No one drinks Hyungwon’s lattes unless they want to solve an indigestion issue, really,” Minhyuk laughs, shaking the bag of sweets as if offering some. You don’t accept, no doubt they’re Ivy’s, and you’d very much rather not be an accomplice of Minhyuk stealing his partner’s sweets. “And come on, I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and though cute, it’s DISGUSTINGLY obvious.”

“We don’t look at each other in any particular way,” you try to retort, but know it’s not really amounting to anything the moment he lets out a laugh. “Hey, really. We get together to study sometimes, and I see him whenever he tags along when you visit Ivy. I don’t even have his number saved.”

“But Ivy told me he texts you everyday!”

“Ivy tells you everything, don’t they?” You say, laughing when Minhyuk smiles at the thought of his partner, and you’re sure that you’re doomed if the look in your eyes when thinking of Changkyun is even remotely similar to Minhyuk’s when thinking of Ivy. “Okay, okay, you win. I have him saved, but I won’t tell you as what.”

“That’s for you to know, and hopefully, for me to never find out,” he says, laughing with you.

You’re not sure if it’s your laugh, or Minhyuk’s, or just him breaking out of his own daze, but Changkyun turns back to look at you. He raises one of his hands, previously in his pocket, into a greeting, and finally smiles when you return it. And it shakes you down to your core, because he smiles wholeheartedly, and carefree, and if you weren’t too afraid to admit your own feelings for him, perhaps you’d even say he smiles at you with something much stronger than a simple friendship.

“See, that’s what I mean,” Minhyuk says next to you. He looks over at you from the corner of his eye, smirking as he begins to walk away. His back is turned to you, but his words are still as clear as they can be. “You make him happy. I’ve never seen him smile like that with anyone before.”

So you smile back, stomach in a whirl that feels like butterflies setting flight, letting you ground yourself into the present moment while the entire world around you disappears. In that moment, there’s only you, and Changkyun, and the sea. He’s there, with you, and somehow, it feels like he’s there to stay.

You’ll wait for him, staring into the ocean as you do.

[sontrini]

✘ MICHAEL AFTON SFW ALPHABET ✘

a/n: !! michael! ik most of the fandom loves him (at least from what I’ve seen?? 😭) and u know what. so do i. i decided this would be a fun first post cuz it has a lot of space for content!

you can imagine him as pre-scooper michael or if u want u can do post too.

p.s I forgot that I could literally just call him Mike until half way through lmao

warnings: mentions of food, angst on some letters, implications and some elaborations of trauma (mike’s), self destructive habits

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Michael isn’t really the best in terms of verbal affection. He leans more toward subtle actions - hooking his pinky with yours and not saying anything about it, giving you snacks with no context and leaning on you whenever you’re near enough for the two of you to press against each other’s sides. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Generally, Michael doesn’t...make friends. You’d definitely have to be the first to approach, or both of you would somehow have to be forced to interact. He can come off as a bit rude and cold, but the more you get to know him the more willing he is to really interact and listen to you. Michael doesn’t really know how to care for people (not after spending so many years alone) but he tries. He likes asking you about your day and sending you things he thinks you’d like. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Michael likes cuddling to an extent - he has his off days, but for the most part he appreciates feeling soft blankets pressed against his back, and your body heat seeping into his from where you’re curled into his arms and laying against his torso. He finds himself running his hands up and down your back, an action he remembers faintly from his childhood. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

Michael doesn’t know how to cook - between a bad home life as a child and no one to teach him once he grew up, he’s spent his life depending on cup ramen and microwave-able foods. Occasionally he’ll have to put something together, but he couldn’t name the last time he had anything made from scratch. He’s also never really been present enough in his own home to make much of a mess - every room beside his bedroom is decorated blandly, dust settling on them. Still, with you in his life he learns to try harder. He cleans his spaces dutifully, and helps you with the dishes when you cook. He’s never imagined having a family, to afraid to be like his father, though with you showing him how to really care for someone, he thinks having more people to care for and coddle wouldn’t be so bad. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

Michael coming to terms with your relationship not working out is a brutal and silent inner-fight. You find him growing distant, now and bitter whenever he interacted with you. He became almost uncaring about your feelings, avoiding you at all costs and acting like he couldn’t hear you when he came home. When he finally tells you that you two are over, you’re not surprised. Still, you’re hurt. he could’ve saved you the heart ache. You understand it was his walls coming back up, trying to protect him after he realized he was unhappy, but you can’t help but feel bitter. You didn’t deserve feeling like nothing but dirt because he had a realization. When you finally move out, that’s it. You never hear from him again. It’s like the time you two spent together was gone, insignificant. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Given his father and watching his parents when he was smaller, he doesn’t like what marriage means. As he gets older he of course realizes that his family wasn’t exactly healthy, but the point still stands. Marriage does not equal happiness to him, and he can’t help but be skittish about it. He understands that it is an important symbol to most, but he cant bring himself to officially marry you, as much as he loves you. His fear of becoming his father is irrational, he knows, but just thinking about it sends him into a dark place. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Mike is as gentle as he can be physically. He’s afraid of hurting you, so his touch is always light and caring, despite his heavily scarred and calloused hands. Emotionally, he has a hard time understanding what boundaries mean at first. You’ll have to be very clear to him on what he can and cant do/ say. He’d hate to hurt you, but emotional vulnerability is something he hasn’t practiced in a very long time. It’s a process, just like every other relationship. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

HUGS! Mike at first is super hesitant, barely touching you in fear of you flinching or pushing him away. He quickly learns that your response is just to melt into him, wrapping your own arms around him and shoving your head into the crook of his neck or into his chest. he doesn’t initiate often, but he gladly complies when you open your arms and come closer to him. He likes hugging you close, feeling your heartbeat thrum against his body and letting his hands soak up your warmth.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He thinks it more than he ever says it. The first time he says it to himself is when you smile nervously down at him, having woken him up while trying to drape a blanket over him from where he had fallen asleep on your couch. He’s too groggy to understand your whispered apologies and explanations, he only pulls you to him gently and hugs you to him, forcing you to meld against him. You still your flustered twitching quickly, and as he sinks back into the couch, eyelids heavy, he registers the unfamiliar warmth in his chest. He really does love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Michaels jealousy stems from insecurity. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes he’ll catch himself grumbling about how much better you must like the friend you’re out with right now. When you get home, he hugs you and pouts silently, moping in your embrace.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh he’s an absolute sucker for kisses. He likes pressing soft pecks on the crown of your head or on your forehead, mostly while hugging you. Pecks on the cheek still fluster him, and he likes slow, soft presses against each other’s lips when you two have the time to lounge. He’s very soft for kisses pressed to his shoulder area, relishing in the warm short press of your mouth on his shoulder blades.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Mike hasn’t really been around kids ever since his siblings...passed. He doesn’t trust himself around them, either. He doesn’t want to hurt them, god no, but he also hadn’t meant to hurt others. He learns to indulge them, though. As awkward as he is, he tries his best to make children feel safe around him when he can. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Michael, as a result of heavy insomnia, is not a morning person OR a night person. On the nights he does sleep, he wakes up horribly ; it takes him so long to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and even longer to process that he’s alive and has things to do. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Michael doesn’t really like night-time. To dark for him to know where everything is, but he can’t afford to keep the lights on all night either. He often does not sleep, but nights with you go differently. While you can’t do much about his Insomnia and night terrors, you can keep him company while he calms down, and bring him his comfort items. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

Michael most definitely takes some time to open up. He’s an acquaintance for a VERY long time, until he starts to open up just a bit more. He offers facts about himself easier, lets himself lose tension in his body around you, etc. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Mike doesn't get angry easy. He gets peeved, and he doesn't have the LONGEST of fuses, but when he does get angry it's cold. His face goes blank, voice tight and void of any emotion. His room is littered with plaster stains from having to repair holes he'd punched in the walls, but he had never once hurt you. Those were old anyway - results of rages he had when he was newly an adult, hurting and with no way to make it stop.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Mike does not know a single allergy of yours or your blood type but he knows your favorite club penguin puffle.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Mike often thinks about the first birthday you two celebrated together. You had been late, the clock striking 9 pm and no sign of you. It had worried him, but he consoled himself as best as he could. It was raining; there was probably some traffic, he reasoned. When he finally hears keys jingling from outside of the front door, he swings it open before you could wiggle the key into the slot. Your smile was tight, lips thinned sheepishly. You were absolutely drenched, coat heavy on your shoulders and sneakers glistening with rainwater.

“Hey, Mikey. I know i'm late, I'm sorry. There was so much left at work and then I got a notification on my phone so i had to go to the store and then there were like four car crashes so i took the longest route home in the rain," You huffed, clearly annoyed. Mike listened, relief flooding through him. You were shivering, but over-all safe and that's all he really wanted.

"But, anyway,"You continued, shrugging off your soaking backpack and letting it slump against the wall beside the front door. You stuck your arms out, and Michael realized you were holding something. “Happy Birthday, Michael!" You cheer lightly, mimicking a victory horn in place of a party horn. Michael stared blankly, hands finally coming up to grip at the offered package.

It took him a second longer to realize what it was. He felt himself grin...when was the last time he had a birthday cake? He couldn't remember...

He mouthed thank you, though he wasn't sure the movement was pronounced enough for you to recognize it. You stripped off your coat and shook off your shoes, Mike doing little but watching.

“Give me a second to shower and then we'll give you a birthday song alright?" You grinned, looking back up at him. He blinked, nodding gently. You cock your head curiously, smile dimming.

“You okay, Mike?" You asked, stepping closer to him. He nodded again, shifting the cake to one hand so he could yank you into a hug. You yelped, crashing into his frame. He whispered a thank you into your neck, nuzzling into your hold. You pat him gently, a hand coming up to comb through his hair.

"Michael, you're all wet now,"

He only held you tighter.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

hahah security guard Michael's lived with the people his father has screwed over trying to get to him his entire life, so he's quite paranoid. There's a total of four locks on his front door, and he doesn't think he's ever cracked open a window (who knows what who could crawl in at night).

Admittedly he's a little over protective of you. He likes knowing where you are, though its not something he requires of you. Letting him know when you're going out and having an idea of when you'd be back is enough.

Sometimes Mike gets a weird sense of fear, and he despises having you home. The pure thought of someone being able to hear everywhere he goes, every movement he makes freaks him out so much that he lays in bed, curled in a ball and tries not to breathe. You learn to find something to go buy, or to find a friend to randomly catch up with when you hear his presence in the house practically vanish.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Mike's horrible at remembering dates, so there's definitely been a few anniversaries he's missed over time. He tries his hardest to remember birthdays though. he gets you little trinkets, nothing huge but something to "remember him by", as he says. Everyday tasks get hard sometimes, regardless of him insisting that he's fine. Helping him out with tiny things, like putting stuff back where it goes or closing the cabinets he leaves open by accident is something you take up to make him feel just a bit better.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Michael picks at his skin a lot. It's been a habit he's carried for years, and it's not uncommon to see his face or fingers littered in bandages to hide the ache-y bleeding spots where he picked too deep.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Concerned...wouldn’t be the right term for it I think. Mike's only real concept of self-care for a very long time was showering and that was it. He wore dark colors to avoid any real effort that comes with style and occasionally he shaved his scraggly beard. His hair got quite long sometimes, and when he could bring himself to look in the mirror he'd hack at it until the strands at the back of his head were short enough to tickle at his fingers when he ran his hand over his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. You’re a very big part of who he is — he loves totally, relishes in the affection he feels for you. He can handle being apart, of course, but the thought of you leaving him (whether by choice or not) hurts. He doesn’t like thinking about it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Michael likes origami. There I said it. You find random fortune tellers/cootie catchers around the house, and paper planes are all over your kitchen counters. It helps him with how stiff his hands are after work, it’s a nice, almost mind numbing activity after a long day.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like being lied to. No one does, of course, but it’s a genuine deal breaker. Trust is a big thing to Mike and the thought of you not caring to tel him the truth or believing that he doesn’t deserve the truth hurts him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Michael hums. I don’t make the rules. It’s almost creepy at first, cuz you think he’s awake at three a.m., but eventually it’s just another fun thing you know about him. (No, you never tell him. You don’t think he knows.)

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[viperiti]

SWEETHEART?!

finding yourself in the acting grandmaster's bed after a night of drinking was already embarrassing, but thankfully you're hungover and you don't care about etiquette anymore.

Jean + "did you just call me sweetheart?" + "I thought you left." "nope, just making pancakes."

CW?! obviously very ooc jean, slightly suggestive at start?, afab!reader, she/they pronouns used, sweetheart being used a petname, reader is very hungover, cuss words, reader still lives with her parents, brief mention of kidnapping.

how did she end up like this? she found you at the angel's share drinking your ass off with Kaeya and dragged you out to her house since your parents were out of town.

and yet here she was, hair messed up, shirt put on incorrectly, and you were nowhere to be found.

the sunlight peeked through the window drawing the blonde's attention to her alarm clock, 4:37am in bold red numbers.

she groaned, she was supposed to be in her office 20 minutes ago.

jean shuffled out of her bed and got dressed, she was sure you'd pop up at some point, it's not like anyone could've kidnapped you or anything.

the acting grandmaster scrambled down the stairs and out of the corner of her eye, there you were.

in the kitchen, almost burning a pancake.

you noticed the girl gazing at you and like every logical person would -

"good morning sweetheart! did you sleep well?"

"did you just call me sweetheart?" Jean tried to maintain a straight face, but instead, you could hear the grin in her voice.

"I thought you left." "nope. just making pancakes."

you left the kitchen counter and captured the knight in a warm embrace, she was in for a long day.

[scenictales]

Some times it just hits you all at once. I’ll be completely fine and all it takes is one small thing to rock the scales and be dropped 6 ft down. It’s like you just ran into a brick wall, you feel everything all at once and it just makes me miss you so much. I can only pray that you’re granted the highest ranks in Jannah. I know everything happens for a reason but it doesn’t make missing you any easier.

- s.writes

[pius2017]

s.Write a 175 words summary describing the issue.Perform a literature search on the issue.

s.Write a 175 words summary describing the issue.Perform a literature search on the issue.

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[lambilegs]

omg phone sex w lee when she’s at work and desperate 😫😫

phone sex with g!p lee harker x reader 📞💚 (contains: g!p lee harker, phone sex, dirty talk, talk of breeding, reader is referred to as getting wet)

(thank you sm for this ask!! I def felt motivated to write this sort of thing after this ask, and you sending this in gave me that final inspo hehe -- so tysm to both of you!!)

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YESSS. she'd be so desperate, head on her desk, panting into her paperwork. finally, she gives up, giving into her urges and calling you. as the phone rings, she's practically fidgeting, antsy at knowing she only has a half hour to take care of herself. when you pick up, naturally greeting with a, "hello?" she nearly shivers, already so sensitive and needy.

after a minute of fumbling over her words and heavily breathing, you ask tentatively, "baby, are you okay?"

she falters at the tone of worry thickly layering your words. quietly, she mumbles, "I... I'm hard."

you immediately laugh, the noise causing her lips to tighten as the feeling embarrassment expands in her stomach. but, you speak, and god, your tone is so low that she nearly moans at the sound of it. "unzip your pants, baby."

she immediately follows your orders, her other hand sliding under the desk to unbuckle her belt and pop the button of her slacks open. she reaches under the waistband of her underwear, hissing when she touches her cock, which is so stiff against her gentle fingertips. she pulls it out, whining at the sight of her precum dripping from the tip. "fuck," she mutters to you, "I'm so turned on."

you giggle softly. "oh, yeah? what got you so worked up?"

the answer is immediate. "you."

she can hear your sigh, the noise filled with pleasure and the satisfaction she knows must be swelling in you. "start touching yourself for me."

she moans softly. "baby, I'm at work, though."

another laugh. "so, why don't you be good for me and take care of yourself so you can focus on work after?"

she nearly trembles at the gentle dominance teasing at your words. be good for you. she knows you're right. getting off and coming now would help, considering if she lets this boner soften, she might just get another later on. and god, would she die if she got a boner when investigating outside with carter.

and so, she does as you say. she spits in her hand, and curls a soft fist around her cock. the sensation of something wrapping around her, even if it was just her own fingers, has arousal surging through her abdomen, the light weight of her grip already feeling like edging. "I'm doing it."

"yeah?" you say, softly moaning. she can picture you, hands down your pants, beginning to massage over your panties as moisture starts to seep through.

"y-yeah," she says, breaths staggered, hand slowly rubbing up and down her cock, head lolling back at the momentary relief.

"if I were there," you drawl out, words slow and quiet, a seductive tinge wrapping around them, "I'd take such good care of you, lee."

she clears her throat, body shuddering. god. if you were here, she doesn't even know how she'd take you, the options are endless. "what would you do..?"

"hm, maybe I'd slide under your desk and use my hands and mouth. jerk off that hard dick, lick and suck on the tip like a lollipop, taking care of you while you work, answer calls, get stuff done."

she bites her lip, trying not to whimper too loudly. the bureau wasn't the best-constructed building, and she was well aware of how thin walls were when it came to the offices. but, fuck, is it difficult when you're saying stuff like that. she could already picture it -- you getting on your knees, dressed in some outfit that that has goosebumps rising on her skin, your mouth encircling and sucking on the head of her cock, tongue sticking out to flick at the sensitive tip, to swallow down all of her precum. the way your mouth would move lower, lips hugging the bottom of her cock and pressing hard sucks and long, rough licks as you make your way back up. she can't help it, the mental image makes her breaths quicken, her desire burning stronger. "fuck."

you whine on the phone, and she knows right off the bat that you're fucking yourself now. "or, or, maybe I'd get on top of you. all you have to do is sit down and rest and I'd slip that dick in me and bounce. you have just lick on my tits, put your face in them, or even lean back, and just watch me."

she grunts loudly, trying not to cry out. she could just imagine it. your thighs straddling her, hands on her chest, gripping her work vest, as your ass smacks against her legs, her cock pumping in and out of you. your pussy would grip her so much better than her hand, all wet and warm, and god, the noises would be so filthy, everything squelching and slapping together. she'd play with your nipples, watching your body with intent fascination as it writhes and bucks at the sensations. or maybe she'd grip your hips, clutching on so hard you'd have marks the next day. or maybe you'd ride her in reverse, giving her a clearcut view of your ass pressing down against her thighs as you bounce on and off. she'd grip it hard with her big hands, delighting in how you keen and whine when her nails dig in. and god, your back. it'd look so tempting to pull out and come all over it, then massage her warm load into your skin, marking you as hers.

as her mind whirls with all these ideas, she feels herself getting closer, the ache in her body beginning to squeeze, tighten and wrap around in and of itself, the tense pressure of it almost painful. meanwhile, you're a whimpering mess on the line, and she shuts her eyes, picture how you'd make those noises riding her. or how you look right now, clad in nothing but a shirt, legs spread, pussy dripping onto your sheets, the very picture of debauchery.

"you doing good?" she mutters, breaths ragged as she pumps her cock faster.

"I--" your words break into a high keen, and lee grits her teeth at how her cock twitches hard from it. "I'm rubbing my clit to your noises. feels so good, wanna come with you."

"fuck," she murmurs, jerking herself off faster. some of her precum begins to drip over the head, wetting her cock even more and helping her movements become smoother, faster. "I'm going to come soon, baby."

"yeah," you reply, gasping out, "me too, lee. come on, come for me, baby. imagine it's my pussy clenching on your cock, imagine getting to fuck your load into me."

"god, you'd feel so good," she mutters, trying to keep her voice low despite the shakiness. "just wanna blow my load inside you and watch you leave my office with it dripping down your thighs."

"ah!" you cry out, whining loudly. "god, baby, that's so dirty."

her mouth flinches with the urge to smile. "yeah, but you know you'd like it. coming here just to collect something and take it home with you." after a pause, she says, her voice heavy and thick with arousal, "you'd be plugged full."

with that, she hears your attempt at words break, intervened by a long, heavy groan, and she knows you're coming. she fucks herself faster to the noise, imagining how you'd grip on her desk, drooling over the wooden surface of it, as she fucks into you and winds her arm to the front to rub your clit. how your hips would be trying to meet her back, unsteady and clumsy in the midst of your peak. she grabs a tissue, knowing what's going to happen soon.

a few moments later, after your breathing evens out, your voice returns. "baby, come on, come for me. think of tonight -- I'll be waiting here for you, ready for your sticky come in my pussy. do it for me, baby."

her hips jerk up hard as she meets the movements of her hands, her mouth dropping open as finally, the chord in her snaps and her come bursts from her, spraying all over the tissue and sending her entire body arching in her chair. her other hand grips the phone tightly, shuddering breaths loud and rough as she continues to buck, letting it all spill out.

she sags against the chair, her body trembling. she's quiet for a few minutes, trying to relax her body and come down from the high she just reached.

"you did so good, baby," you mumble into the phone, and she smiles at how sleepy you sound, voice raspy with grogginess.

"so did you. thank you for this. it felt... god, really good." she chuckles lightly, body still pliant and sunk into her chair. she grows bashful at her next words, pausing before murmuring them. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

you snort. "yeah, you might get a taste of how that'd feel if you don't get home early today. now I'm gonna be horny all day."

her lips tilt up at your playful threat. "who was the one who suggested for me to get off at work again?"

you gasp in mock offence. "who was the one you called me sounding like a wounded puppy in heat?"

she laughs at that, feeling her face grow warm at the memory. "I can technically still blame that on you, since it was you who caused it."

"oh, yeah, blame me. god forbid I simply exist, lest your perverted mind get caught up in me."

she starts zipping up her pants, wincing as her soft, stimulated cock gets pushed back into her underwear. "maybe our sex life is to blame. it's too good."

you sigh dramatically. "such a horrible situation to be in, indeed. maybe we need to consider being celibate."

she hums. "something to look forward to when I get home."

"please," you scoff. "you wouldn't last a day."

she stands up, beginning to pack her things. her chest feels tender at the banter between the two of you. sometimes, she still doesn't understand how she got lucky enough to find someone who things were so easy with. the lift of pressure, the death of self-consciousness, the breath of relaxation -- she still sometimes had to digest it all over again with you. remind herself that this was her life with you, this is what she had with you. her thoughts flit back to your words after a moment of quiet reflection. "well, that's the benefit to growing up religious. you become really good at repression."

you laugh, and a bubble of pride pops inside her at having caused the noise. "yeah, well that repression of yours has caused you to become all the more sex-obsessed, so I don't really trust it as a defense."

you two go back and forth like this for a few minutes, before agent carter knocks and gently urges lee to start the investigation with him. she nods firmly, hesitating before quietly whispering, "I love you," on the phone and hanging up.

she avoids carter's knowing gaze as she walks by him, embarrassed to have been caught in such an intimate moment.

as usual, he breaks the silence. "guess all you needed was the girlfriend, huh?"

she swallows hard, remembering the excuse of being sick she used with him when excusing herself earlier. "um, yeah."

he nods, smiling kindly at her. "it's good."

despite her awkwardness with talking about such personal matters at work, she can't help but admit in a small voice, "yeah, it is."

to her, "good" didn't even begin to cover it.

[moonthreadsz]

[myouicieloz]

Love me back

Yoo Jimin x university student!reader

Synopsis: she wants to let go. you need her to let go. none of you can.

Warnings: nsfw. smut. biting. angsty I guess.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: my darlings <3

Karina didn’t turn to look when you sat beside her in the park. She knew who it was. She called you herself, not many minutes ago.

Hey

Ik we’re fighting, but could you come, please?

An address. Another message, too, after a few minutes. Almost as if she were wary of sending it.

It’s cold.

You stared at your phone as the bubble kept going on and off in your conversation, until it stopped. Finally, she’d decided. About that, at least.

And I miss you

Needless to say, you went to meet her. You’d never deny her anything, no matter how much you wanted to. No matter how much she deserved so.

You found her sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the lake with a red nose and cold hands. You could tell she was freezing, even with the thick jacket she wore, yet you didn’t move to take yours off and offer it to her. No, you two were long past this.

“I’ve had a stressful week.” She sighed, hiding her face in her hands. Like the usual, she didn’t directly acknowledge you, and you knew why. You’ve been doing this long enough to know that this was all you meant to her: an escape.

A distraction, if you were lucky enough.

“You always do.” Your words were as apathetic as your face, serious as you shove your hands into your pockets, trying to suppress a shiver yourself. It was freezing cold indeed, so whatever it was that had Karina pissed must’ve been something serious, to have her out of the dorms so late at night.

You were curious, although not curious enough to give in just yet. After moments of waiting for her to say something, anything, you rolled your eyes, sitting beside her on the wooden bench. She closed hers, depriving herself of the grand view of the river, and rested her head on the crook of your neck. You allowed her to do so, naturally.

There’s very little you’d not let her do to you.

“Aren’t you tired of this?”

“No.” Her answer is immediate, steam coming from the heavy breath she’d let out. “I could never get tired of you.”

Perhaps she was truthful in her words. You loved her, and you knew she loved you too, in her own way. It would never work out: with her being an idol, famous and successful, and you being just a university student. You were aware of that, and it was the reason you promised yourself to not answer her calls, whenever she reached out for you; you’d only get hurt, in the end — the right thing to do would be to end it, to protect yourself and your feelings.

However, as much as she did mean the empty promises she gave you, Karina knew just what to say to lure you in. Not just your body, the idol knew your soul too well. Her words were, most of the time, carefully calculated to break out your boundaries and get you to do whatever it was that she wanted you to. Even though you knew her tricks, you couldn’t help but to fall into her web every time.

She sighed, shrinking as she hummed against your neck, sniffing your perfume. Still the one she’d given you on your birthday, she was pleased to note. “Can I go to your house?”

Her voice was just as small and quiet as she made herself be, hugging her knees under the moonlight. Even in all her confidence, she was still a bit wary; afraid this would be the day you finally realized she was too damaging to you. She’s deeply afraid you’d leave her. She loves you — it’s complicated, but oh, how she does. She can’t fathom losing you.

“Not to talk, I assume.” Your tone, usually playful, was still serious. Karina moved her head from you, urging to be able to look in your face. Your beautiful face, kind and sweet and made to love her, staring at her with a blank expression — much different from the look of love you had before.

But that was ages ago, when you were both naive and pure, not at all ruined by the idol world. After all, generally, love is not enough.

The older girl shook her head, carefully observing your actions. “No, not to talk.”

You sighed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t help it: Karina was a siren, the holy sounds of her moans luring you in until you found yourself so deep in the water there was no other option but to drown.

You were, indeed, so exhausted of this cycle. One of her calling you solemnly when she wanted to rant or fuck until she was spaced out enough to forget her problems away for a few hours. She didn’t show any interest in your likings, your hobbies, or your friends. It was crystal clear that you were nothing but a stress relief to her.

Still, you were weak. Unfortunately, you loved Karina wholeheartedly, and you were eager to get whatever she wanted to give to you, no matter how much your logic was against it. How could you not? The sex was too good.

Aware of that, you got up, still refusing to display any emotions once you started walking, knowing she’d follow.

-

There is no warmth in your kiss. You bumped into the sofa, hurrying to the bedroom without separating your mouth from Karina’s. Her clothes were nearly ripped off her body, her sharp fingers doing the same with yours. It’s been too long since you had touched her pale, soft skin — you feel such lust for her in your heart, you nearly suffocate. Your desire for her body —for the little she gives you, it all drives you insane. It isn’t healthy, being on her will 24/7 and bending to all her wishes, but again, you can’t help it. She’s lured you in.

You positioned yourself between her legs, moving her long, raven hair from her face so you’d be able to stare at her properly. She looked flawless, impeccable, and waiting for you to take whatever you wanted to. It was just how she was: you could take and take, yet she’d never give you what you truly wanted.

Pretty girl with a pretty mind and a rotten soul, every sacred inch of her curves sculptured to leave you damned. To hurt you.

You sighed, biting her lips, then her skin. You loved to see your artwork on her— almost like a small victory. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to hurt.” She breathed deeply, hot moans coming from her mouth as you placed slow, wet kisses on her neck. “I deserve it.”

Kissing the space between her chest, you, murmur. “I’ve dreamed about being able to do so many times. Unfortunately, I can’t. I fucking can’t.”

She ignored your words, pulling you in for another messy kiss.

Karina always promised herself she’d stop reaching out to you. She knew you’d always give her attention, and part of her truly wished she could stop hurting you. She had never intended to. But she was also weak, and she needed you too much. How could she let go of you, when you were the only person who knew the real her? You’re the keeper of her dreams, her insecurities, her deep, darkest fears.

“You should.” Her voice had no trace of humor, as she traced her sharp nails through your jaw, forcing your mouth open. You knew her well enough to recognize the silent mocking, silently glad for your lack of self-respect.

For the sake of peace, you chose to ignore her words. Getting up, you delighted yourself with the way her eyes ravished your body, not at all in a rush while you got the strap she’s used to. She gulped, her mouth watering at the sight presented to her: how beautiful you were, all hers. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t true: you’d always go back to her, in the late hours of the night. She’d just have to call, and you’d drop everything and go.

As it should be.

Back in bed, you spat, spreading your saliva over the plastic toy. Karina had already knelt, salivating in front of you. Your hands grabbed a hold of her hair, shoving her face onto it rather harshly. “Take it.”

And oh, she did. Karina was eager, sucking and mixing your saliva with hers as she took it all in, the silicone gagging her throat and your grip not getting any weaker, forcing her to allow her mouth be fucked even when she started to get dizzy, dark dots appearing in her vision due to the lack of breathing. Only then, you let her go, watching her recompose herself.

“Very good. How much do you want it?” You teased, tone still serious, groping her thin waist until your fingerprints could be seen, reddening her impeccable porcelain skin. Her pretty ass was begging to be bruised, slapped all over, so you did as such.

Karina’s response came from her body, before she could even forge the words to answer you. Her back arched, and lewd, loud moans immediately left her mouth.

“Too m-much.” She gasped, whining once the strap met her entrance, not entering her properly. “Y/n… give me it all, p-please.” Karina pushed her hips back, trying to get you to be quicker.

Ever so impatient, as always. Never in the mood to play your games; they were of no interest to her.

Still, you did not give in, brushing her wet cunt as you pleased, giving her just the tip before pulling it out once again. You felt how hot and desperate she was, which made you hum in pleasure, too. At least she was suffering, in a way.

“Please, my Y/n. I’ll do everything, I promise.” She begged, little tears prickling from her eyes. “Everything you want, I swear. I’ll give you anything. A new laptop, jewels, a car, just say it but please, p-please…” Her pleads got even louder, self-control wearing thin.

It hurt— no, it maddened you to know she thought she could buy you with superficial things. You’ve never asked for any of those, not even when you were (unofficially) together. You’ve never wanted anything but her love. She’d never understand that.

It made you crazy, upset and so damn pissed off that she couldn’t see so.

Huffing, you pushed her down on the bed, entering her whole with your cock’s full length without giving her any time to adjust. It was rough, without a care— just how Karina liked the most.

Your roommates were away for the weekend, thankfully. Karina has always been a vocal mess, specially in bed, but it was obvious her current routine was taking a toll on her; her moans were sinful, the incoherent mumbles she let out making them close to screams, and she was so responsive. Her entire body twitched whenever you’d place your mouth on her skin.

Sucking her lips, then her neck, and oh, she nearly came in the spot when you started biting. Bruising her arms, her abdomen, her waist— your favorite place to mark her. She’d wear your hickeys proudly, smiling and mumbling about how clumsy she had been during rehearsals whenever somebody asked her about it, brushing off their concern.

It was all too much: your bite marks, mouth so hot on top of her, making sure no place was left unattended, paired with your thrusts, hard and fast, her grasps being how much she could breathe in between. Filling her up, adoring her so much.

She loved this.

“Y-you’re the best, my Y/n.” She let out, her body bumping against the mattress. Being loved by you was her favorite thing, she recalled. How could she have ever forgotten about it?

You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something you’d regret.

“I hate you, for being so pretty.” You told Karina, pinching and twisting her nipples as you thrusted into her, hard and fast. She rolled her eyes, clearly too lost in her pleasure to give your thoughts any attention. You turned her around, eager to be presented with her pretty ass, wiggling with the thrusting motions. You gave it a single slap, a loud whine being followed from the older girl. “I hate you for not loving me back.” You held her by the hips, angling higher so you could reach her g-spot. “And I hate myself for loving you so much.”

Your words, even though they didn’t make much sense in Karina’s current fucked out mind, along with your movements and stimulations, were more than enough to have her reach her high. Letting out a high-pitched cry, Karina came, holding your arms tightly in attempts to not fall apart. You let her do so, assuring she went back to her senses before you could let your body fall beside her, the strap that hung on your hips latched on the ground.

“Will you ever give me anything more than that? More than hiding and being nothing more than a late night fuck?” You asked, straight to the point.

A year ago, you wouldn’t have had the guts to ask such a question. You lacked confidence, and you feared she’d disappear if you such as mentioned whatever it was that you two had.

Not anymore, though. Even more than insecure, you were tired; you couldn’t endure your situation anymore. A few days before her call, you’d made peace with the thought of not having her to yourself anymore. It would be harsh, but it was the best for you. You deserved better.

Even if you would never love anyone more than you loved her.

Karina stayed silent, looking down onto the covers. It’s enough answer for you. Sighing, you got up, handing her clothes and gesturing to the door.

“Then go elsewhere to get whatever you want, next time. Let me be free, Karina, please.” You hated yourself for sounding so miserable, the crack in your tone serving as clear evidence of how hurt you were. You loved her so much, but you couldn’t do this any longer. You needed more.

And Karina, even with all the confidence, money, and influence she had, could never give you such a thing.

She took the cue, doing as told. Her eyes— her big, dark, sad eyes stared at you quietly, and she opened her mouth to say something. After minutes of waiting, though, she doesn’t. Still silent, Karina left, launching you a last sad, pitiful look.

She was a mess; a beautiful, doomed angel, trapped in an industry that saw her as nothing less than a product, made to make money out of, until she was worn out. She struggled, naturally. It was a cruel place, one where people cared very little about her well-being and her actually feelings.

However, Karina was not yours to worry about anymore. Never was, for a fact.

[dreamidaydreaming]

my dear is it all we've ever been?

Rated E | Friends with benefits | Jealous George | Possesive George

Excerpt:

George likes to believe Dream enjoys it as much as he did. Or possibly even more. He'd like the idea of Dream lingering on the marks he left on him, all the kisses they share in secret. George can see the streak of light from the crack on Dream curtains and wishes things could be longer and less confusing. The arm that drapes over him tightens as he curls himself deeper.

“Morning.”

“Morning.”

Dream smiles sleepily at him, tucking himself on the nape of his neck as George let out a sigh. He fancy like this where there's nothing holding back Dream affection. He can feel it clearly now as Dream starts lazily leaving a trail of kisses down his neck.

“Your breath stinks.”

“Never stop you before.”

He rolls his eyes before he takes off his shirt again. This is gonna be a long morning.

[sapphirefate]

My demon

I was pleased to meet a devil who treated me better,

He refused a deal but protected me like Heather.

He had a tattoo etched into him perhaps, he was etched into my soul.

He was an angel to me while a devil to the rest of the world.

When he said he would leave me alone,

I pleaded for a deal and pledged my soul.

But he left me with scars while all I needed was him because he was my home.