#since I DID eat a little once I went home??? anyways in the time until my next meal my stomach started hurting because I was so HUNGRY

[miupow]

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE !

what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids hyung line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , breeding kink , primal play , vaginal fingering , oral (m. rec) , deepthroat , unprotected sex , creampies , masturbation (m. rec) , phone sex , diy porn , sex while filming

a/n ⸝⸝ requested skz version of my txt drabble! i’m lowkey not a big fan of this… but here it is anyway lol. [ 0. 7k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝔅ANGCHAN

chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings– so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. he’s definitely having you get more of these.

𝔐INHO

minho’s immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because you’re very persuasive when you’re pouting. he’ll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didn’t feel a thing, as he’s lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. he’s completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.

𝓒HANGBIN

changbin always finds some way to derail your plans… you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding things— your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phone’s speaker and making your pussy throb. “i need you so bad,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up, “need your pussy so bad…” detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; “binnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?” “um… maybe?”

𝓗YUNJIN

the candies were his idea, actually— he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldn’t even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them… but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each other’s clothes til you were both bare in eachother’s arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of it’s tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for release— he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. you’re his favorite work of art, and he just can’t get enough of showing it off.

[dapperrokyuu]

Is my head doing funny business or am I starving? A novel by me.

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby [part 2]

(alastor w/ angel daughter reader)

[caution: NOT PROOFREAD oh and angst hehe]

(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hazbin hotel. angel reader physically resembles a fawn. )

[tags: @luujjvi @c-lunette @mokisano @ghostdoodlen @wildfire153 @anonymousewrites @bewitchedbymadness @thisbitchreallyneedssleep @22carolina08 @original-person]

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(also once again, apologies if alastor’s last name isn’t actually altruist qwq it’ll stick till the end of this fic but I’ll try not to mention it as much)

For the first time in years, you feared being in heaven.

Not that you felt unsafe, just that you felt incredibly uncomfortable seeing your serial killer dad who's now a demon be invited to be in the place where light and goodness is it's main foundation.. even reassuring yourself that it was temporary didn't calm you down when you were flying away from him. For your own sake you even avoided where the welcoming was happening.

Ahh but.. it also didn't help that he was following you around after the show without you knowing.

After the angels had performed their song to welcome in the princess of hell, her apparent partner, and-- him.. everyone sort of went their separate ways and the visitors from below started to relax in their new yet temporary places of stay. You felt a bit of relief when you assumed Alastor would also be setting himself in to relax as well.

During heaven's performance you decided to take a breather at a local coffee shop, one where you thankfully always had a spot there where you could hide away from the huge windows of the cafe.

Although right after that, unbeknownst to you at the time, Alastor was looking for you, but obviously pretended as if he was looking for a good bite to eat.. unfortunately for him he had to behave and he couldn't eat a living walking thing until after they came back home.

Oh how bummed out he was.

You were in a far corner inside the shop, as mentioned before anyone that was able to look in through the windows wouldn't be able to see you since you were out of view. Drinking your favorite beverage that the shop offered and eating a filling snack to relax your body and mind. Safe to say you were now more in touch with your feelings and weren't overly panicked as you once were.

'Why is he here.. is he an advisor to the princess? a companion?.. some kind of servant?.. she's really young though, perhaps she's ward to him or something.. but she has her.. dad.. and I'm sure he must be alive still.. ' You thought, different theories and ideas passing by in and out your head trying to make sense of the situation.

'perhaps.. he's here to see me?..' you hoped, then scolded yourself right after,

'nono.. I can't be wanting that.. sure he raised you but he's a monster. he killed you, _____. get a grip..' you sighed deeply while massaging your temples in frustration 'even if he seemed to not.. have meant to do that. he tried to kill someone else anyway, that poor man could've died instead of you.' you tried to reason with yourself, coming to a single conclusion in the end.

Eyes glued to your drink. staring at it with intensity.

"I regret nothing." you claimed to yourself in a low mumble, not enough for anyone close to hear.

Ahh.. but you did miss him very much.. the version of him that you grew up with at least.

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You were in your warm and humble home with your father. It was a fairly cold night with rain dropping onto the roof of your home yet the warmth of the house seemed to make the cold seem almost cozy to you.

Your small footsteps could be heard running around the house, as your little seven year old self ran around you seemed to be giggling uncontrollably with a peculiar circular item in your hand.

"No running in the house _____, remember what I told you." Alastor exclaimed in slight irritation as he could hear you from afar while he was cleaning up the table from the dinner you two just had, he started slightly missing the times when you didn't know how to walk and when you simply just blabbered baby nonsense.. he definitely doesn't miss the sleepless nights of baby crying though.

You huffed and puffed as you then plopped the item on the sofa, it was a disk, a record. You then climbed yourself up and once your little body landed on the cushions you then picked yourself up once more to then grab the disk and turn to the small table right beside the sofa where a large phonograph rested on.

"Papa!" you exclaimed, "Papa! Music music!.." you pleaded, your little voice begging to once again turn on the music playing machine.

Alastor faintly chuckled at your little demands, amusing how such a small thing dares to command but nonetheless he found it silly at how you tried. "Yes yes my dear, I'll be right there." He then set the last few dirty dishes away to be cleaned soon since he couldn't say no to listening to some tunes before bed.

You smiled brightly as your little feet playfully tapped on the cushions, almost jumping. Noticing your developing excitement Alastor hurried over to you.

"Ah-ah-ahh, no jumping on the sofa my dear. I'm excited as well but I can't have you break your little head open, that'd be no fun at all!" Well.. that and he didn't wanna ruin his cushions, but nonetheless he cared for your wellbeing the most even if he wasn't fond of admitting it.

His hands gently took the disk from your hands, carefully setting the disk on the phonograph to have it play your favorite tunes. Once you two heard the amazing first few notes of jazz was when Alastor settled down beside you on the sofa and you started clapping in delight.

Alastor looked at you almost fondly, letting out a small huff of delight at your reactions. Your innocence seemed to be something that contained him from wanting to continue his murder spree, although his bloodlust always wins in the end, he seems to always willingly pause his life for you.

Plus, he loves jazz just as much as you do.. why would he miss out on this?

Your fit of giggles dwindled down but didn't stop, in a sudden burst of energy you jumped off the sofa and then started dancing similarly yet obviously a bit more goofy to how you've seen couples and single dancers dance in the nights of Mardi Gras or just parties your father took you when he would be invited. Your little dance moves seemed to be fiddled with confidence yet they were so off from what you were trying to attempt, nonetheless you were happy, and that's what Alastor secretly liked to see.

"Dance with me papa dance with me!" you pleaded again, your smaller hands grabbing his larger one and tugging at it, trying to get him to stand up.

"_____ darling no tugging, besides I just sat down my dear and I'm exhausted." He sighed, his constant smile always present yet he was visibly a bit tired from the day he had.

But oh how you persisted, and how darn adorable you were as a kid. "But papaaa!.. pretty please! I wanna dance how you and that singing lady did the last time we went on those big loud places!"

"Parties, dear." he corrected you, but let out a long sigh and got up. Because no matter how tired he was or how annoyed he seemed to be he didn't mind keeping you happy.

So that's what he did, he danced with you. Swinging you, twirling you around to the melody and the beat, your cheers of glee and uncontrollable laughter motived him to keep up with your excitement. Not only that but your smile, genuine and pure, it was what he needed to get himself to match your energy. Jazz music was what always connected you two and it always brought you together no matter what.

At the end of the song Alastor ended it by gently throwing you up in the air and catching you, letting you get your last giggles out. You both laughed together, your bond ever growing stronger. You truly did tame this bloodthirsty killer without even trying or knowing, of course you were too young to know.

Once the giggle frenzy ended you both finished your dancing with a long sigh, the phonograph ending it's segment. You then suddenly yawned and rested your head in the crook of his neck over his shoulder, snuggling for warmth and for a sudden need to sleep.

"Seems like my little fawn needs sleep now, almost past your bedtime young lady." Normally he'd scold you a bit more strictly as he usually did, but seeing as how you were basically ready to fall into a pile of dreams he just felt no need to do that.

"Sorries papa.. I forgot.." your little words muffled by your face hidden in his neck.

Alastor was never one for being touched, let alone hugged or snuggled. Oh but he had no right to complain, he's had you this close since you were a baby.. to him this just felt normal now.

Of course no one but you could be this close to him, you're his little girl after all.

"No need to worry, my dear." He stopped in front of your bedroom, carefully opening the door with a creak following after. With careful footsteps he walked towards your bed, pulling the blanket away to then gently place you on your cozy sheets with care.

Alastor gently moved any misplaced hairs away from your face as he then pulled your soft and warm blanket up to your neck. Your sleeping face reassuring him.

"Sweet dreams sweetheart." His usual smile softening a bit more before backing away and slowly heading towards the door of your room, lingering for a few extra seconds to take one last look at you before slowly closing the door and heading off to bed himself.

After the click of the door closing can be heard, you mumbled "Goodnight papa.." with a smile, even if in the end Alastor didn't get to hear it.

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You missed him, dearly.

A weight fell on your chest, your eyes begging to form tears. You missed when you had that childhood innocence, when you didn't know what he was capable of, when he was nothing but a saint to you.

It still hurt after all these years, you thought he was a good man.. a bit strict, blunt, a bit too true to himself and definitely peculiar but.. the Alastor that raised you would never do that. Until you were obviously proven otherwise.

Oh but I guess you were too into your reminiscing that you didn't notice the background gasps and small shrieks of surprise and fear, and you didn't yet feel the eventual stares and eerie presence right in front of you.

"What don't you regret, my dear?"

You choked on your drink in surprise almost spitting it out,

that fucking radio voice again.

For heaven's sake how did he find you?? He couldn't have seen you through the windows. Did he follow you??.. did you just not notice.. Oh geez maybe getting used to having your guard down during all your years in heaven definitely didn't help with this situation.

You continued coughing on your drink, even punching your chest a bit to get that last good cough out. The radio demon pulled the chair in front of you to sit across from you, not waiting to ask permission.

To him he didn't need to, he's your father after all.

Once you calmed down you immediately avoided eye contact, only giving him a once second glance to confirm it was him in hopes your ears were playing a trick on you-- they weren't.

"How.. how'd you find me.." you mumbled in slight fear.

"Oh how would I not! Sweetheart I'm your father of course, as your father I must have those parental instincts.. I always know where you are!" he exclaimed, seemingly proud of this.

"I'm guessing those 'parental instincts' didn't kick in when you stabbed me, huh." you spat with attitude, unafraid to be rude to him with so much sin he's committed.

A sharp static sound came from him, as if in slight shock at the disrespect and comeback you gave. "Watch the attitude young lady, you're still an Altruist you know."

You scoffed, hating at how indifferent you felt about your last name.

"Not by blood though.."

"I raised you, don't forget that." he spat back, starting to get irritated.

"And because of that I owe you?"

"Yes, yes indeed! Smart girl you are."

You scoffed at his response, finally getting the guts to look at him in the face. His appearance frightened you, disgusted you even.

Is this truly the man that raised you?

"As a matter of fact, I actually don't." you crossed your arms in annoyance and a huff. Your eyes couldn't help but to slowly drift to off to the people behind him and you see fellow angels you know continue to stare in awe or fear, of course at Alastor. With all eyes on you and mostly him it made you feel a little embarrassed. You cowered down a bit and your wings went over your head and shoulders a bit as if to hide you behind a 'curtain' of sorts.

Alastor obviously noticed this, but could care less about the stares.

You sighed, "Look, Alasto--"

"I think you mean to call me 'father'." he interrupted as he obviously seemed a bit sassy about it. "Even 'dad' is just simply fine and dandy with me!"

"No, I can't," you frowned, wishing you could "I won't. Not after what you did to me, to that man that night, and to every other poor soul you hurt."

Your face slowly scrunched up in disgust "You don't deserve my forgiveness, my mercy."

In embarrassment and feeling tears want to shed you grabbed your drink and got up to walk out, before you could get past Alastor though he grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Uh-- hey.. let go--"

"I didn't mean to do what I did, my dove." His voice turned into a weird version of gentle, almost uncharacteristically gentle. "I never intended to take your life away."

He sounded genuine.

Could he?.. Would he?..

Maybe, just maybe--

"No." you spat, "Maybe you didn't mean to hurt me, but you definitely meant to hurt others. That's something I can't forgive and I'm sure your victims wouldn't neither." you glared at him, setting your foot down. "I refuse to call you my father, not until I know that you repent for your sins but knowing you I highly doubt that." You snatched your wrist away and for a slight second you stopped caring about what others thought when they'd see this "Besides, you killed me two weeks after I turned eighteen.. don't even include the years that passed since the 30s and present time so clearly you can't control me anymore old man."

But Alastor wouldn't go down that fast nor easily.

His sharp smile widened, you felt immense dread.

"Oh little one, no matter how far you are or how much you try to disown me you are forever connected to me. I made you who you are and you can try to run and fly off however long you want but in the end you're tied to me whether you like it or not. Even in death."

He seemed deathly serious with his statements so much so that you could've sworn you could see his shadow giggling and smirking in a way that seemed even worse and more than evil.

Your breath quietly hitched in fear in noticing this to the point where it even forced you to take a step back. He let out a sinister chuckle before you couldn't help but speed out of the shop and flew out.

You couldn't handle him, he was shameless when showing this side of him.. how could he be this shameless and normal?? How could he act like this and be proud about it? He killed people and doesn't regret it, you being the only exception just didn't feel right and it wasn't fair!

Not to you.

He may have been able to silently control you and vaguely manipulate you to believe he was anything but a bad person back when you were alive and young but now your eyes are wide open and so is your heart.

You have such a bad feeling about this whole thing, he was up to no good he just couldn't be-- he had to be using the princess as an excuse to do something shitty.

Good thing you had plenty of connections, if you just played your cards right...

Hey.. wasn't there something about a court meeting happening soon?

On the other hand Alastor stayed sitting there still chucking devilishly, his intentions and true feelings smeared and unclear.

With a snap of his fingers a cup of black coffee appeared and he began drinking it with a sense of casual glee and eyes closed in delight. Until he felt eyes on him, two nearby to be exact. He opened one eye to look at the angels staring at him and they both seemed like more biblically accurate angels, both having one eye and all. The radio demon shot them an evil grin.

"Oh adolescents these days, rebellious aren't they." He cackled before going back to drinking his coffee, the angels creeped out by his interaction soon scurried away from him.

The fear. He enjoyed it, just not really from you.

(thank you all who asked for part 2!! of course I had to deliver since you all really wanted it and honestly I love adding flashbacks to memories Alastor and the reader had when they were alive, makes their ending on earth just that more painful (as if it wasn't clear I love angst). Honestly I don't mind making more parts for this! If the demand is consistent and you guys still want to keep up with it I have a few ideas to keep this going! Once again thank you so much for reading!! Now I must finish writing for other stories lolllll!)

(p.s: i highly recommend listening to any mitski song while reading this I think it fits well especially with the flashback scene hehe)

[mxltifxnd0m]

spring showers 𖥔 d.winchester

summary: dean interrupts your shower

pairings: dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x fem! reader

word count: 1.6K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, smidge of angst, nudity, mentions of smut, implied smut, cursing

a/n: this was inspired by an old fic i wrote for druig back in 2022 and decided to rework it for dean! this is not full on smut but has NSFW themes so MINORS DNI!! you have been warned!

anyways reblog and comment i love seeing your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy it!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Steam filled the shower room of the bunker as water glided down your face and body.

You had a love for showers. Not that you don’t enjoy a bath once in a while, but those were more of a luxury than a necessity. You loved a hot shower after a brutal hunt, the warm water relaxing the sore muscles of your shoulders and back. The stinging of your wounds while the water ran down your body served as a reminder that you were still alive and not another casualty in a long line of them caused by the monsters. 

It was satisfying to see the crimson-red stained water roll down the drain until it turned clear. There were times you stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out and cold water started to spurt out of the showerhead. However, you didn’t get this often because of the rundown motels you stayed at while on hunts. Hot showers were used sparingly if you were bunking with the Winchesters.

Ah, yes, the Winchester brothers. You had the pleasure of meeting them when you were crashing at Bobby’s. They stumbled through the front door and found you sitting at the kitchen table in nothing but an old oversized t-shirt and shorts that were hidden underneath the shirt and eating cereal.

They were understandably confused when they saw a woman eating at Bobby’s kitchen table, and you noticed the shorter one of the two (even though he still towered over you); his gaze had never left your figure. You practically felt naked under his piercing stare, his forest green eyes flickering between your bare legs, your exposed shoulder, and face. 

Before you could introduce yourself, Bobby came stumbling into the kitchen to see the three of you staring at each other. Bobby grunted and introduced you to Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean, the one who had been staring at you, sent you a charming grin before extending his hand out for you to shake. You took it, feeling the roughness of his palm against yours and how it enveloped your smaller hand. You pulled away before shaking Sam’s. 

From then on, you would run in the Winchesters occasionally, either Bobby sending them your way or vice versa when you guys needed help on hunts. Communication between you and the brothers was scarce since you didn’t want to get attached to them, knowing how this life could turn out for those who did. You weren’t there when Bobby died, having lost contact with them before he did.

You reconnected with the brothers after having been asked by Jody, who you were acquainted with and who had told you Bobby had passed, for some help on a hunt and asked the Winchesters for help. She didn’t know that the three of you knew each other, but it was a pleasant surprise for you when you heard the roar of the Impala pulling into the motel parking lot where you were staying. 

Seeing them was a little awkward at first, but you guys got back into the comfortable rhythm that you once had prior to losing contact with each other. With three heads instead of one, you, Dean, and Sam quickly finished the hunt and went out to the local bar to celebrate. They had filled you in on what had happened with Bobby and everything that happened after that. You were surprised to find out that they had a home base they went back to after they were finished with their hunts. 

You found it a little strange that they called it “The Bunker,” and the whole Men of Letters situation was peculiar, but hey, you knew that Sam and Dean got into a lot of weird shit than the usual hunter. Sam had clocked in early that night, wanting to get some rest, and you and Dean stayed at the bar chatting until they were doing the last calls.

You and Dean had an interesting relationship with one another. Dean made it known from the beginning that he was attracted to you and wanted to sleep with you. He flirted with you constantly and would blush if you would flirt back. But over time, you guys built a tentative friendship with one another before losing contact.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were attracted to Dean, but you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t sleep with Dean Winchester. Even before you had been introduced to him, you had heard that he was a love em and leave them type. You witnessed it multiple times when you would hunt together. It stung each time you saw the satisfied smirk on Dean’s face the morning after when you guys met at the diner before you parted ways. 

But this time around, you were slightly surprised that Dean hadn’t ditched you for the waitress who kept making eyes at him the entire night, and he drove you back to the motel where the two of you were staying. You didn’t want to stop talking to Dean, so you invited him for a nightcap, which ended up with you waking up the next day with a pounding headache, naked and tucked into Dean’s side as he slept soundly.

You started to panic and curse yourself out in your head. You did the thing that you said you wouldn’t do. As you thought about your next move, staring at him, Dean stirred and woke up to find you staring hard at him. His chuckle broke you out of your reverie, and you sent him a small smile, hiding your internal debate of getting up and deciding to try and to act normal was the best course of action. 

It seemed that Dean was able to see through your strained smile since his eyebrows were furrowed with concern before he raised his hand to your cheek and asked if everything was alright. You were going to lie and say everything was fine, but what actually came out of your mouth was the truth and how you weren’t sure where you stood with him after the night you guys had shared. 

Dean’s expression relaxed, his smile soft as his thumb brushed against the apple of your cheek. He opened his mouth to respond, but warm hands rested on your bare hips, making you tense, and your eyes flew open and broke you out of your trip down memory lane. You quickly turned around to meet green eyes filled with mirth, and sparks of desire scattered through his eyes along with the gold flecks. 

You relaxed as Dean smirked, as his gaze traveled down your naked body before meeting your eyes again. “Expecting someone else, sweetheart?” Dean asked with a cocked head. 

“Yeah, I was expecting Sam.” You quipped as you sent him a sarcastic smile. “How did you know that I told him to meet him here with me?” 

“Not funny.” Dean mocked your sarcastic grin before he scowled. He moved his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to him, your arms winding around his shoulders.

You laughed at the grumpy expression on his face, the sound echoing off of the tiled walls. Dean couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching upward at the sound of your laugh. He loved the sound of your laugh, and it never failed to make him smile or feel better when he was feeling off.   

“Anyway,” You said as you calmed down, “Not that I don’t love seeing you here like this,” You moved your eyebrows up and down as you took in Dean’s naked form, “but why are you in here?” 

“I needed to take a shower and you happened to be in here.” Dean said with innocent eyes as he stared at you, his hands squeezing your waist. 

You squinted at him suspiciously. “Right. Doesn’t explain why you’re in the shower I’m using right now.” 

“Can a guy not take a shower with his girl?”

You scoffed at him. “You and I both know that showers with you never end up being just showers.” 

Dean went to respond, but you cut him off. “Nope, not hearing it. I came in here to shower and not have sex with you.” 

Dean pouted at your words before leaning forward, his nose brushing against yours. 

“What if I said please?” 

“Still a no.” 

Dean groaned loudly, throwing his head back, unintentionally thrusting his hips into your stomach, feeling his erection brush against the skin of your stomach. One of your hands fell from his shoulder and down his chest, making Dean’s head snap back to stare at you. You had a sly smile on your face as your hand slowly trailed down his freckled chest, past his stomach, and lingered on the ‘V’ of his hips, getting dangerously close to his cock. You saw Dean swallow thickly as his breath became labored, waiting for your next move. 

“How about this? You let me finish my shower, and I’ll help out with your not-so-little problem.” You brushed the back of your hand against his erection before grasping it and leaning in and kissing Dean’s neck. 

“Okay?” You asked him after pulling away from his neck. You saw his green eyes blown out with lust as he nodded. 

“Words, honey.” You emphasized your words with a squeeze of your hand around his cock.

Dean let a small groan leave his mouth before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, sounds good.”

You smiled at him before kissing him softly against his plush lips. “Good boy.” You murmured against his lips before pulling away from him altogether. You turned back to face the hot water that was spraying against your back to finish your shower, and you smirked to yourself as you heard Dean’s bare feet hurry against the tile and out of the shower room. 

“Ew, Dean! Why don’t you have a towel?!” You heard Sam exclaim in disgust from the hallway, making you giggle loudly at Sam’s misfortune of seeing his brother naked. 

[nenoname]

Journal 3’s references to Stan

(…does the Lost Pages count as J3 when some had to be in J2 and also may or may not be a truth lie turducken? idk. Ford’s TBoB letters sure as hell don’t count as J3 but I’m including them here anyway)

Lost Journal Pages

"STANLEY COULD HAVE MADE HER LAUGH"

“My stomach sank a bit when I realized… it was my birthday. This day has felt… odd, since S and I… parted ways.”

"I was adjusting my TV antennae for weather reports (looking for ideal conditions for F's first portal test) and spat out my coffee when I saw THIS! My brother hawking scams under the name "Panley Stines." I had half a mind to call that number, just to pretend to be the police and maybe scare S straight for once! There is something so galling about seeing your OWN FACE committing crimes on your own TV! When my Muse saw me break my stress ball, I decided it was finally time to vent about Stanley."

""How about that; you've got an inferior clone! Why didn't you just eat him in the womb? Think of how powerful you'd be!"

"You can't just eat your twin, Bill."

You'd be surprised what you can eat! I say sure, call him if you want him to start mooching off you again! ME, I went no contact with my home dimension and I don't regret it. All they did was hold me back and sabotage my talents! Can you imagine?"

"More than you know. But you do ever wonder if maybe... maybe things could have been different?""

"Our heat budget was so tight that Mom forced S and me to wear one sweater at the same time. (She called it the "Abominable Snow-Stan." Our cat lived in fear of it year-round.)"

“DAMN! This morning I found F rummaging through my old copy of Urban Legends of New Jersey, where I had forgotten I had hidden some old personal items! I’ve quickly re-hidden them here, away from prying eyes.”

"But then he crossed a line. Helplessly I watched Cipher in my own body limp up to a pay phone and dial... STANLEY'S phone number from the infomercial?! No. He wouldn't.

"Hey brother, it's Sixer. I'm going to take a swim in the frozen lake tomorrow, and I might not ever come back, so if you don't hear from me, I just want you to know that it's because I never loved you. BUH-BYEEEEE."

My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone... The pay phone was out of order. The message hadn't gotten through. Cipher turned back to address me.

"TSK, TSK, TSK. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME MAKE YOU DO! TOMORROW'S TAPE IS GONNA BE MUCH WORSE.""

(Bro secret code) "miss you"

“The snow has begun to fall again and there’s very little time. There’s only one left I can turn to to protect my journals while I prepare for the journey…”

"S is an overgrown child with none of my rigorous mental training. Who knows what could happen if Cipher stepped inside Stanley's mind for even one minute...

What if Stanley somehow manages to destroy the portal just like he destroyed my perpetual motion machine? I suppose that machine did work in its own way... It kept me perpetually angry for thirty years."

(Bro secret code) "HAVE I BEEN TOO HARSH ALL ALONG?"

"What if he tries to rope me into his latest get-rich-quick scheme? His latest commercial was for "Stan Sauce: The Miracle Sauce that's too cool for the FDA!"

What if... he mocks me? What if he sees that I abandoned our family to become a recluse on the brink of madness? Could I risk admitting that I was... wrong?

PROS: I have no one else. Well, that settles it. It's time to come face-to-face with a face I haven't seen in 10 years. My own face. Which... is my brother's face. God, I miss sleep."

Ford’s Letters

"In the weeks since Weirdmageddon, I conducted numerous tests on Stanley's mind (his terrible jokes are still intact) and inspected the state for dimensional leakage (we also took turns kicking the statue, and Stanley took a few cracks with a crowbar). I burned every Cipher-shaped item I had ever collected, and even threw away all my one-dollar bills, just to be safe (Stanley, of course, found and pocketed them).

“I emerged from my lab after days of agonized contemplation to find- to my shock- that Mabel was reading the book, out loud, to Stanley, Dipper, Soos, and Wendy!”

“They didn’t see me as an irredeemable screwup. Stanley said, "So, your past is just a giant pile of mistakes? Congratulations- you really are a Pines!”“

"Bill may tell you that happiness requires conquering galaxies and living forever, but I've seen enough of the universe to tell you that he's wrong. I've found my happiness. And it looks like this:"

"If you're reading this... then I am dead. Kidding! Sorry, Stanley thought that would be funny. Ha-ha! We're currently out shopping for harpoons to prepare for our trip to the arctic."

"Stan, if you end breaking into my lab at some point later today- Bravo! Still as good a locksmith as in 8th grade. Beers are under the desk."

(It kinda strikes me that the BoB Lost Journal pages about Stan sound far more like post-portal Ford’s opinions on Stan instead, where he’s openly angry at both being pushed into the portal + at the portal being opened again + his murder suicide attempt being foiled + Stan disowning him + turning his house into a tourist trap + taking his identity vs pre-portal Ford being more… melodramatic(?) constantly being reminded of him but not wanting to linger too long? idk the vibes are different

Plus pre-portal Ford pretty consistently only calls Stan "S” or just refers to him as his brother (with the exception of him writing his name in a Caesar cipher). I think he only ever messes up the general naming scheme a single time when he wrote Fiddleford instead of F

…not to mention the perpetual motion machine comment says thirty instead of ten years)

Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon

[anthonys237thfreckle]

‘Promise’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst!)

someone asked for a part two and I realized how good of an idea that was lmao. I need indirect ways to incorporate my past experiences into my fics anyway.

part one

prompt: you made a promise to distance yourself from Javi and Kate

TW: mentions of smoking, some detailed mention of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of nausea, disordered eating, breakdowns, smoking, angst :(

Do NOT proceed if the triggers mentioned above upset you greatly. You have been warned.

I made a promise

To distance myself

Once Tyler dropped you off to the train station, you smiled and waved until you couldn’t see his truck anymore. You wanted to hang onto any last string of familiarity for as long as you could.

Especially since your life would change completely - for better or worse.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your trembling body.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5 things you see - the train station, the crumbling yellow bricks, the jolly red-white-blue american flag, your luggage, and the people. Lots of people.

4 things you hear - the people, obviously, the cicadas crying, the heavy bell ringing inside, the honking of cars for you to get out of their way.

3 things you smell - the heat - somehow, the smell of smoke from cars, and the thick air.

2 things you feel - terrified. hurt.

1 thing you taste - bitterness.

Shaking your head, you take another deep breath. Eyes dead set on the mission in front of you, you marched into the train station, bought a ticket to Oklahoma City, and settled down inside.

But now was the hardest part; waiting. What made it harder was you didn’t want to think about anything that happened yesterday. So, putting your headphones on, you made a playlist with none of the songs that reminded you of Javi or any of the ones he recommended to you. Essentially, you just listened to 3 songs in total, over and over again, but the knowledge you knew what was coming next was comforting, something you couldn’t apply to your current situation.

Took a flight, through aurora skies

Honestly, I didn't think about

How we didn't say goodbye

Just see you very soon

You woke up when the train jolted to a stop - you had fallen asleep, waking up to hear the opening notes of some song you were listening to earlier. Looking out the window, you reached Oklahoma City. With a sigh of relief and trepidation, you got your bags and headed out of the station, hailed a taxi to the airport. Booking a last minute flight back home to LA, you made your way to the gate. Setting your bag down, you sat in a char near the huge windows. Deciding it wasn’t close enough, you sat on the little raised platform attached to the window and leaned your head against it like you saw so many children do.

The boarding call was announced, and everyone sat up groggily. It all went by pretty quickly. Standing in line, getting your boarding pass stamped and your passport checked, finding you seat, putting your bag away and sitting down. Taxi and take off was a blur; luckily you got a window seat, and stared out at the pink clouds, tinted by the setting sun, a peach tone.

Peachy, just like your favourite pie.

You groaned, covering your eyes and rubbing them as your mind started to think about Oklahoma. About Javi, and the last time he saw you. And the last thing he said to you. It wasn’t even a proper goodbye, but you couldn’t blame him because he didn’t know it was goodbye.

And honestly, neither did you.

But you made yourself a promise - to distance yourself.

Those last words of his echoed in your mind.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

You half expected a text from Javi - it had been around 24 hours since you last saw him. Since you told him you had a ‘family emergency’ to take care of. Who wouldn’t expect a little ‘you doing okay?’ or ‘safe travels’ when someone saw you break down in the middle of a field, distressed as hell? Sure, you and Javi weren’t dating, sure you both drifted apart ever since Kate got closer with him instead, but were you two not even friends anymore?

Did you mean nothing to him?

This wasn’t the first time he ghosted you - after the EF5 tornado, he didn’t say a word to you. But it was understandable why - everyone was hurting, and maybe he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. In Oklahoma, the only times he’d talk to you is when you started a conversation, otherwise you could sit silently and he’d happily talk with Kate, leaving you be. It was never him starting anything.

And Kate. Did she figure out you liked Javi? Is that why she didn’t text you? Did she feel guilty? Part of you wanted her to feel guilty, but the other part of you didn’t want to be pitied. Part of you wanted to go back, but this - this was best for you right now. Nobody could tell you otherwise.

Instead, you got a text from Tyler.

‘hey there cowgirl - how you getting along?’

You chuckled - ‘cowgirl’ was probably the worst way to describe yourself. Instead, you typed down a response, your heart a little less heavy.

‘hey, Tyler. thanks for asking. means a lot’

He was typing, the three dots appearing on screen

‘of course. lemme know if you need anything at all okay? stay safe out there’

You sent him an affirmative text, thankful to actually have a friend who cared enough to check in on you, helping you out without questioning anything, having only known you for a week.

So I didn't call you

For sixteen long days

You found comfort in some form of familiarity in your life; back home in LA, everything looked duller, more still. Like the whole world knew about your heartbreak and was mourning, or mocking you. You tried to plunge into work, distracting yourself but sometimes, you’d just stare at your work, screen or paper, and just zone out. Your was brain still trying to process everything, and you were losing a lot over it - sleep, peace, overall joy, your will to wake up, and more.

It felt like after the EF5 tornado but worse because you knew somewhere in Oklahoma, Kate was with Javi, both of them happier than ever. It felt worse because you could never have him anymore. He was gone. And someone got to see him every day, sometimes wake up next to him, sometimes stay up all night with him. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

For a fortnight, all you could eat was cheese, bread, and grapes. It was the only thing you could keep down.

It was so hard not to text Javi. After you had just left, it’s like you were isolated for 5 years, given a taste of him, then forcing yourself to stay away. It was something you chose to do, not something you were forced to live with.

But you won’t call him. No matter how long the days felt they were dragging by.

And I should get a cigarette

For so much restraint

Walking by a drugstore to entertain yourself, you entered the establishment with an electronic ding notifying your presence. Strolling through the ailes, you picked up Sourhead Extremes (so in case you wanted to call Javi, you’d have to go through a gustatory agony first) and some nail polish, just to look pretty. Walking to the cashier, you mindlessly threw in a pack of cigarettes onto the counter, before putting them back in a jerky motion.

“What the hell…” you murmured to yourself, ashamed of what you were about to do. Buy cigarettes - to smoke.

Walking out of the store briskly, you speed-walked home; chiding yourself for almost ‘rewarding’ your no contact mission by smoking, you realized how truly pathetic you were.

“God, what is wrong with me…” you muttered, keeping your head down, watching the wet streets reflect the light of the sun and your dark sorrow.

No matter how long I resist temptation

I will always lose,

Eventually you did buy the cigarettes. You went home, lounging in your bed, a pretty china plate acting like an ashtray for you. Legs up in the air, swinging occasionally, eyes half lidded from the light high, you felt the chalky smoke fill your lungs, watching it come out in little clouds of grey air.

You felt in control for the first time since leaving Oklahoma - the cigarette sitting pretty between your red tinted fingers and lips. You smiled softly, satisfied by finally scoring a small win. You didn’t tell Tyler that you smoked. He’d say it’s a horrible habit you should give up.

Obviously it was more of a lose - giving into an impulse, and now you were at risk of falling deeper into addiction. You weren’t in control, you never really were.

But why would you make yourself feel worse when you were on the literal brink of crumbling?

Although, you didn’t get addicted. After the high wore off, you felt disgusted, throwing out the pack of almost full cigarettes. You wouldn’t tell Tyler, of course.

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing with you

Two weeks went by, and though you pretended everything was okay, it really wasn’t. You didn’t know if you missed Javi or not, but you really didn’t want to.

You don’t know if you want to see the face you loved so much, the face that lights up when he sees Kate, the face that Kate holds, kisses, caresses.. the face that she admires alongside you.

You wanted to get over him, you really did, but you cared so much about him. You didn’t want to stop caring about him, when loving him felt so… lovely.

But it hurt so much.

You barely got any sleep this past fortnight. Having a reverie about the man who daydreamed about another woman. The things you wished he did to you, he did to Kate. He was hers. So assured, so confident. No doubt in that.

For a fortnight, there you were, stripped of any text backs from him.

You were starting to think you just wanted his attention, which you dont know if you wanted anymore, knowing his attention belonged to Kate. Why would you care so much about him texting you?

But then again, weren’t you two friends?

I’ve done the math

There’s no solution

We’ll never last

Why can’t I let go of this?

Right now, you, broken, needed comfort. May it be fake hope again. Nobody was there to stop you anyway, so in your free time, you started to think of the ways Kate and Javi would have problems with each other.

‘She’s too arrogant sometimes, and he’s really down to earth’

‘She can’t communicate her feelings!’

‘Kate’s one to settle, Javi isn’t’

Of course, you knew it was wrong. Of course it was a bitchy thing to think. But who were you to care right now?

You were hurt, and you needed to feel better to even try and start to get a grip on reality. you didn’t want to rip of the band aid yet.

Not yet.

Even worse, your mind started thinking of ways you and Javi could get together; Kate could leave him in the dark again, she could get into a fight with him…

But nothing made sense - she wouldn’t leave when she looked at him that way… and any fights would be cleared quickly with Javi’s forgiving nature.

He would do anything for her.

All in all, you realized how shitty you were being, and texted Tyler, saying you couldn’t hide from Javi - couldn’t hide from the pain that haunted you. The bright lights of LA looked dull. The sun felt like a false light.

Your world was falling apart, how could the sun be shining when your world was falling apart?

‘Just walk around. Wear something that makes you feel good. Grab some good lunch downtown. Spoil yourself. Act like a damn tourist, I don’t care. Just do anything that reminds you that there’s more to life than Javi’ he wrote.

So I broke my promise

I called you last night

I shouldn’t have, I wouldn’t have

If it weren’t for the sight of a boy who

Looked just like you standing out on Melrose Avenue…

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing, with you.

Three days later, you sat on the roof of a building. The sun was setting, you looked at the streets below. People were walking - their dogs, their toddlers, and whatnot.

You were so disappointed with yourself. Closing your eyes, you thought back to everything that happened yesterday.

Following Tyler’s advice, you woke up ready to face the day.

Waking up bright and early, you went for a run, saw some pretty things on the way. You found it insane how easy it was to overlook the small things in life.

Coming home, you made breakfast; oatmeal with bananas, almond butter and chocolate chips. You savoured every bite with a smile.

You hopped into the shower, using your favourite body wash. Putting on an outfit, doing your hair and makeup, slipping on your shoes, you left the house, ready to explore the city…

All was going well until sunset.

—

You were walking along the streets of LA, acting like you’d never seen anything like it before. A coffee in hand, you walked confidently down the path, turning a corner to browse a bookstore on Melrose Avenue, when someone caught your eye.

A boy, waiting for the light signal to turn green, who looked exactly like Javi.

You froze.

Suddenly, you didn’t want coffee any more. You didn’t want anything right now but to go home.

—

You rushed home, trying so hard to control your breathing, then stumbling desperately to your room. As soon as your face crashed against the pillows, the soft, gentle fabric a perfect medium to absorb the tears now flowing down your face. You sobbed, curled into a still-bedazzled ball on your bed, hugging yourself, contracting into a fibonacci.

Reaching for your purse, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Through the wet and blurry lens of your tears, you scrolled into the alphabet until you reached the ‘J’ section. The first name was Javi.

Pressing on his name, then the ‘call’ button, you held it to your ear, taking shuddering breaths as you tried calming yourself down. The your phone cooed like a pigeon, signalling his phone, somewhere in Oklahoma, was ringing.

You were clean. Clean for a little over 2 weeks. Clean from his voice ringing in your ears, new words exchanged and whatnot.

But as you held your phone in your hand, crying, watching it reach Javi’s phone, waiting for him to answer, it all felt like a relapse.

Like the feeling of the cool blade on your skin, slicing through, leaving an angry red river in its wake.

The sick, high feeling you get from it - the ecstasy, watching you destroy yourself, finding beauty in the rubble.

Some part of you, the logical part of you was screaming to press the red button. To leave Javi alone. It wasn’t fair for you to reach out first, right? Why would you make a fool out of yourself by calling him? You’re not that desperate for him, are you?

But the hurt, emotional, desperate part of you didn’t, daring him to answer. Just to remind him of your existence. Just this once.

Still fighting the internal battle, you delved deeper into why he didn’t call you yet.

Did Kate tell him everything? Did she finally find out? Did she realize at all about how hurt you were?

The anger only just started to hit you, claiming your brain as a new population to be corrupted, a new host for the parasite, a new fruit to rot.

You were mad. You didn’t know at who. But you decided you were mad at Kate. For dating him. You knew it was wrong to be mad, because you had no claim over Javi, but you were too deep into your anger to actually think of a better way to cope. Suddenly, you were so mad at Kate. So, so mad. Part of you wanted to tear your house down, scream like a mad woman, but you didn’t. Your dwindling self control kept you in check.

Then came the sadness. You were so mad at Kate, but she was so happy right now. She didn’t care or know how your felt right now. how hurt you felt right now. She had Javi. Her Javi. And they were both happy - oh so happy, oh so blissfully unaware of how you felt right now.

They were happy - they were perfectly fine without you. Because they didn’t need you as a friend, not like they did in college - maybe they didn’t back then either, because they had each other. That’s all they needed. Each other was all they needed.

You were so deep into the crevices of your mind, drowning in both pain and relief, you almost didn’t hear your name drenched in Javi’s voice coming from the speaker.

‘[name]?’

—

follow + stay tuned for part three!!

[mellowyellow236]

IVE JUST BEEN ON A BINGING SPREE OF YOUR WORK AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH??? YOUR WRITING IS SO CHEF'S KISS????

Its possible could i request for the first year (platonic ortho if you'd like to write him ^^) x reader with the kingdom dance scene from tangled the ost always has my heart pumping and i think its just a beautiful scene all around AAAA

Ahhhh thank you so much for requesting! Sorry that this took a while and isn’t very long, I haven’t watched Tangled in at least five years at this point so it was hard to remember the context behind the scene, especially since I couldn’t find an actual copy of the movie. But you are completely right, that soundtrack is absolutely wonderful! So much so that it’s now the tavern music I’m using in my Dnd campaign. Anyway, here you are! :D

How Would The TWST First Years Act With The Reader During The Tangled Kingom Dance Scene?

GN!Reader x first years, all are meant to be read as romantic except for Ortho’s, but can be read as platonic, too. No TW’s, just fluff. All parts under the cut.

Edit: added tags since I forgot before

Ace Trapolla -

Ace wasn’t excited to come down to town for the festival, so to speak. They lit the lanterns every year, but... Seeing you so happy for it did melt his heart if only a little. And seeing you get a chance to have your hair done by those little girls in the plaza was the cream on the cake. Once you had it braided with flowers and ribbons, you really did look beautiful.

He went away to grab you guys something to eat. He was only away for a second, but by the time he returned, he was watching you start a dance in the town square, inviting in various townspeople. Soon enough, most of the plaza was there. He didn’t want to join in, but he was being pushed into it before he had a chance to comprehend what was happening.

Dancing around, it was easy to see why so many had joined you. You were a great dancer, and it was fun to get to be with so many people. Even so, the fact that he wasn’t able to dance with you until the song was annoying for him. Up until he got to dance with you, of course. Anyone with a brain could see the stars in his eyes.

Deuce Spade -

Deuce loved the idea of getting a chance to take you to a festival. It would be your first one, and of course, he was very excited. So much so that he got a group of girls from the town to braid your hair. Try as he might, he couldn’t do it himself, although he did get you the ribbons and flowers to put in them.

When he went to go grab another thing of flowers for you, this time just for you to hold, he didn’t think twice when he saw you dancing. He dove right in, joining you and the other townspeople in dance, laughing. By the time he got to dance with you, he only had a single flower left, having given most of them away. Although, when he put that one behind your ear, it was clear he had saved the largest of the bunch for you.

Jack Howl -

Jack was too excited, but it wasn’t as though he didn’t want to go. Yes, it was exciting to go to a festival, but he’d already been to many of them. However, seeing how happy you were to go, he decided it was his mission to make sure you got the best experience possible.

However, he still had the ears of a wolf, and all of the loud noises and smells soon overwhelmed him. You two had to take coverage in a small library. He urged you to go back to enjoying the festival, he didn’t want you to stay behind for him, but when you didn’t, he did the next best thing and started teaching you about it. You were in a library, after all, and he was able to read and teach now that it was quieter. And in the end, isn’t wanting to spend time with your loved ones what the festival was all about?

Epel Felmeir -

Epel had been hoping you’d go with him to the festival since he heard about it, and so having you express an interest in it was something that made his day. He loved being able to go to all kinds of festivals back home, and he was sure he’d enjoy having you there for one with him, as well.

His favorite part? Getting to hide behind the wall of a bakery, eating cupcakes as Vil walks around outside of it searching for you two. Did you giggle so loudly you were caught? Yes. But was it worth it as he got to see you laughing, icing on your nose as you two ran through the streets, away from the pastry tyrant? It was. It was completely worth it.

Ortho Shroud -

Ortho was so happy when you invited him out! You two were going to be able to spend time together, and he got to have his first adventure into a festival while he was with you. He even got to make some friends with a few kids, and they taught him how to braid your hair!

And then you got to do chalk drawings together! You made a sun, and he made a drawing of him, Idia, and you. You’re a part of his family, too, and he’s so happy to be able to share a happy memory with you.

Sebek Zigvolt -

Sebek wasn’t excited at first. It was just a boring, human festival, nothing that could compare to the wonders of Fae traditions. But then, he saw you dressing up your hair and asking for help with it, and he couldn’t help but soften up to the idea just a little bit. Even humans could have a good festival or two, especially if those braided flowers are only the first part.

Out of all the first years, Sebek is the least excited to dance, yet also the best at it. Being Malleus’s personal guard, he took dance lessons, in order to blend in to any ballroom and guard Malleus even when he couldn’t be by his side. However, it was always just another part of his training, where he couldn’t even fight… Until you. Now, he’s dancing in the town square with you, hand in yours and one on your waist, mentally wondering how he got so lucky to end up here, with a human so wonderful they can make what he thought of as a boring activity into something beautiful and fun.

[fashionteahouse]

Could I do one where the reader and Paul are best friends and anything Paul does he and the reader do and when he needs someone the she’s the first person to call Rachel gets jealous but then she sees they have a sibling relationship so now it’s then three of them doing things together. Paul gets a call from reader and the she says bitch I got tea rancher comes running from the room saying what happened lol. The reader could be dating embry

ooo yes ! hope you enjoy :)

it’s nice to have a friend - paul x reader

>>part two

It was just something that happened. But both of you were glad it happened.

The friendship transpired when Paul tried to be funny, roasting those who were around him. He thought it was a good idea, to try his jokes on you, only to be destroyed by your sharp tongue.

Instead of feeling offended, like the people who took his words to heart, he admired your quick wit.

You two became close without trying to be.

“This is her.” he says. The phone glowed with a beautiful girl smiling back at you.

You nod at the picture as you mused, “How did you pull her?”

He rolls his eyes before tucking the phone back into his pocket, “I’m just like that.”

This made you laugh as you say, “Yeah, right.”

“I know you’re not talking miss ‘oh my god, what if Embry doesn’t like me?’ I had to break the ice.” he says.

“Okay first of all, you know I’ve had a crush on Embry since like forever. At least I’m not corny with my pickup lines.” you say with your finger up.

“At least I’ve got game. You on the other hand…uh…” he says with a grimace and you smack his arm.

Because you did this, he steals a fry. You narrow your eyes at him but he eats it obnoxiously to make you even more annoyed.

You were blurry eyed as you rubbed your eyes. You picked up your phone with a squint as it was in the middle of the night. Seeing it was Paul, you just put the phone faced down and laid back down, choosing not to answer.

The phone vibrated again. You groan and shake your head.

You declined. You saw recent texts from Paul.

“Y/N”

“Ik ur awake”

“ANSWER”

“😑”

The phone buzzes in your hand. Paul was calling. Again. Swiping over, you hiss, “What?”

“About fucking time. What if I was dying?”

“Paul, are you dying?” you ask in the most driest voice.

“No, you never answer.” he exaggerates.

“What’s so important that you’re waking me out of my sleep?”

“I wanted to tell you how my date with Rachel went.” he says softly and immediately you smirk.

“Aww, caught the love bug?” you tease at his sappy voice.

“Shut up. Anyway, we did a little picnic in the field. She liked it a lot. She even let me kiss her when I dropped her off at home.” he says.

“Nice. Did you get her any flowers?” you ask.

The phone was silent and you looked at the phone but he was still on the line.

“Hello?” you say into the line.

“You have to come with me to get her some then. I have no idea what she would like!” He says stressing.

“Why do I have to go?” you groan.

“Because, I need your help! I introduced you to Embry so you owe me.” he says.

“Ugh, fine.” you say.

Once you had gotten sleep, you walked and smelled flowers with Paul looking around.

“What do you think she would like?” he asks.

“I don’t know. She’s not my girlfriend. How do you not know what she would like?” you say and pick up a pretty bouquet of flowers. The appearance and the scent alone would make her love the ones you picked.

Paul looks at the ones you have in your hand and nods, “Yeah, I’m getting those.”

You clear your throat as you and Paul ride back to his place.

“Is something in your throat? What’s wrong with you?” he asks.

“Thank you, Y/N.” you say and he rolls his eyes, “I didn’t give them to her yet. I’m not saying thank you until she tells me she loves them.”

You shake your head as he looked at the shirt he put on through the mirror.

“What?” he asks.

“It’s wrinkled.”

“I’m seeing Rachel, not going to court.” Paul says.

You get up and look through his closet. You pull out a better shirt and hold it to him and tell him, “Put this on.”

“What’s wrong with this one?” He asks about the shirt he already had on.

“It’s ugly.” you say and shrug.

He changes and you tilt your head and he huffs out an annoyed sigh.

“Would you relax? I’m helping you get ready for your woman.” you say at his impatience.

His phone then rings and he answers. The sappy smile is stretched onto his face.

“Yeah. I’m on my way.” He says into the phone and hangs up without wiping the smile off his face. Rachel called with a change of plans and had invited him over instead of going out.

“Whipped.” you mumble.

A pillow hits you on the side of your head before you hit him back with it.

Before you get out of his car, you turn to him.

“Don’t say anything stupid.” you say as he has one hand on the steering wheel. The delicate flowers were snug in the backseat. He reached to place them next to him in the passenger seat.

“Okay, I’m pulling off now.” he says.

The second date went well. Rachel took the flowers and smelled them and hugged him. He silently thanked you in his head. When she went to put them in a vase, he texted you.

“She liked them. Thanks ”

“And then you have to tell me how much of a great best friend i am”

You type back.

He responds.

“Ntm :/ ”

You put a thumbs down on his text, but you were happy for him.

As you snicker at his groan from his favorite team losing, yours was winning. Your team scored a touchdown and you bet him on this game because you knew how nail biting it would be.

You wished Embry was here to see this in live action but he was currently on patrol.

Paul gets up and grabs a drink and you tell him to bring you one.

“I should shake it up.” he says as he hands you a cold soda can.

“If you do, I’ll make it explode on your face.” you say before taking a sip. He tilts the bottom of your can a little, making you cough. Luckily no soda was in your mouth to make you spit it out from coughing, but you still glare at his amused face.

“Should I invite Rachel over? The game’s almost over.” he says. The clock only had three minutes left of the game.

“Yeah.” you say and stick your hand out. He fished in his pocket to pull out his phone and the money you had won.

Paul opened the door when she knocked and he greets her. You quietly snicker at his nervousness.

Rachel is surprised to see you on the couch. You wave and smile, “You must be Rachel.”

“Who else would she be?” Paul says.

Rachel says hello to you and you tell her name.

Rachel was a bit quiet. Paul noticed and tried to get her to talk more. She felt like competition was in the room. Paul’s laughs came easily and she wanted to know how it felt to be the one that made him react to her jokes. You were comfortable on his couch. She felt like you were too comfortable.

“Are you hungry?” Paul asks Rachel. She nods but kisses Paul. In front of you, she makes sure to linger her lips longer on his.

You weren’t really paying attention to the action.

“I mean for food.” Paul says and chuckle. She nods again.

“I can cook you something to eat.” he says.

You stand up.

“Let me cook for you guys.” you say with a smile.

“She’s my girlfriend. Let me cook for her.” he says.

“Rachel, do you like burned food?” you ask her and she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.

At Paul’s table, the air was less tense. Rachel watched in amusement as Paul pretended to not like your food all like that but he was clearing his plate.

As Paul went on a quick trip to the bathroom, Rachel asked you as you sat next to her on the couch, “How long have you known Paul?”

“Since forever.” you answer.

“So, have you two ever…Dated?” Rachel asks.

“Ugh, no.” you say automatically with slight disgust but you pause and look to Rachel and say, “Shit, sorry. It’s just the thought of me and Paul is like…” you shudder a little and this makes her crack a smile.

“What did you do to Rachel?”

You read Paul’s text as you lounged at your home.

“Told her to stay away from you.”

“Lies. She’s with me and she asked me to invite you to come with us 😒”

“Omg she did? XD”

“This was my one day away from you.”

“Suck it :)”

Paul watched as you and Rachel’s arms were linked and he could barely get a word in.

“I feel like the third wheel of my own relationship.” he says as he followed you both through the town’s carnival.

“You’re so dramatic.” you say as you steered Rachel to a game.

“Its nice to have a friend.” Rachel says to Paul as you both picked up the water guns for the game ahead. You hold your gun steady as the water shoots into the clown’s mouth.

You give your prize to Rachel.

Paul sees your name on his phone and he answers.

“What do you want?” he asks in a playful tone.

“Facetime me.” you say. He does.

You shake your head in the camera. He chuckles a bit.

“You’re stupid.” he says.

“Bitch, I got tea.” you say and you immediately have his attention.

Rachel comes in and flops next to Paul.

“What? I want to know!” she says and hogs the phone.

You and Embry were waiting in line at a movie theater. A couple behind you was waiting as well. It wasn’t until another woman stalks up the man, demanding, “What is this?!” She hits him as she realizes that he had taken another woman on a date to the movies.

“Oh, you should’ve been there. It was hilarious.” You say while laughing and wiping a stray tear out of the corner of your eye. Rachel laughs, you described the situation so well, she was able to imagine being there in that moment.

[tan1shere]

Venting

A/n: I'm writing this since I didn't feel like I fully executed a request so the anon who requested "New Chapter" this is for you angel ! You get double bc I'm a perfectionist... anyways hope you all enjoy !

Warnings - angsty ? Fluff and comfort ! || masterlist

What was it. Why was this feeling consuming you. Why, why. Why. You wanted to know, it was making you miserable all the God damn time. Frustrating you even. You hated being like this, around your friends, family. And especially your girlfriend. She had noticed the slight change in you recently. In your tone, mood. Attitude. You were sleeping more, eating a little less. But you seemed to be ok. Nothing was bothering you, that you knew of. You just felt glued to the comfortable bed.

It all started when you and her went over to Maggie and Patrick's for dinner. They had invited you both. Knocking on the door and being greeted by Maggie. "Hi girls." You give her a small smile. "Hi mama." Billie says, going to hug her. You notice her looking at you. "Are you ok sweetheart, you look a little unwell." Your brows furrow. "Yeah I'm perfectly fine."

Earlier

"First time you've probably left this bed this week." You bite the inside of your lip at that remark. Why did that bother you. Why. "Yup, probably the best thing." She then looks at you. "Speaking of that, is everything alright with you? You've seemed off the past few weeks. Like at Finneas' you weren't eating much." You shrugged. "Well it was only snacks and I wasn't as hungry." She saw through you always, she knew something was up.

-

"That's good then. Come come, I started cooking." And as you were about to Billie pulls you aside. "See, even my mother sees it-" "I'm fine, Bills. Let's just enjoy tonight." She sighs, following behind you. The dinner was normal until it wasn't- Your replies were dry. Not intentionally but you accidentally came off cold. What was going on with you. It was making you angry. But all you wanted to do was ignore it. Ignore these ransom feelings. Billie ends up giving you a look at something you say. "Y/n." She says, making you look at her.

"Can we talk?" You shrug, getting up when she does. "Whats up?" She puts her hands in her pockets. "What do you mean?" She gives you a confused look. "You've been dry towards my mother the whole evening, somethings going on." You sigh, going to go. "I'm fine." She grabs your wrist. "You're lying." "Billie.-" She now sighs. "Talk. To me." - "I promise you I'm fine I'm just a bit tired, please can we move on and go back in." Not one word did she believe.

She dumps the keys once she gets inside. The slight tension of what had happened, lingering. You immediately go up into your shared room, wanting the comfort of the bed again. "Y/n!" She says as she sprints after you. "Hey, now we are home can we please talk." - "Billie, there's nothing to talk about, I just wanna get into bed." She scoffs slightly. Making your heart twinge. You ignore it, changing and getting under the covers.

"Just talk to me! Something is clearly wrong!" "Well it's a little hard to when I don't even know what the fuck is wrong. I don't know why I'm becoming like this. It's been worrying me for the past few weeks. So no, I can't talk to you. When there's literally nothing to talk about!" She stares at you. Processing, then seeing your bloodshot eyes as they pool with tears. You look at her confused, unaware of both things. "What?" She even wanted to cry, hating that obviously something was bothering you deep down.

"Billie?" You question. She grabs your hands gently. "When did this start?" You shake your head really confused for some reason. "Huh?" "When. Did this start baby." Your eyebrows rest at the name, finding a comfort in it. Something you haven't been feeling lately. Comfortable. "Uhm, it was maybe 2 weeks ago nearly 3." She tries so hard to remember what happened back that far. Thinking, thinking. Thinking. Until she realized. "The article, everything after that." When it was finally said outloud you felt like crying.

It hit you, she was right it was the article. But you were fine after it, you didn't even care what people said about you, you knew your worth. Or did you? Maybe it was in the back of your mind all those tucked away feelings. "They're all just jealous." She assures. When something bubbles inside you. "It wasn't just the stuff they said about me. It was all the other stuff." You start to fully sob. It truly getting you like it should've all along, why has it taken so long. "All the stuff they said about our relationship.. how we wouldn't last, how- just because I'm not famous you'd eventually leave me."

The thought makes you cry more. "I guess I started believing them... In the back of my mind." Her eyes soften, reaching out for you. "Baby."

"That'll never, ever happen." Your tears flow heavy but her hands quickly go to wipe them. "What if you get sick of me Bill, I'm not spec-" She shakes her head immediately. "No. Because you're the most special thing in my life. If you weren't in it, fuck. I'd be lost. You keep me in check always when I'm lost in life. And now I'm determined to do the same for you." Your heart melts and you smile, finally that smile she loved was back. "Theres my girl. One day at a time we will get you back to your old self." - "I love you Billie thank you."

"No, thank you. For being mine."

[msmk11]

James and His Damned Owl

James Potter x gn!muggle!reader

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol, ornithophobia

Summary: Having a wizard boyfriend is strange to say the least. While it certainly has its perks, it also has its quirks… In particular, you’re not very much a fan of the magic world’s choice in pets.

Author’s Note: So you know how this type of fanfic is called self-insert, well this is the most self-insert fic I’ve ever written. Reader is me, I am a reader. BIRDS ARE SCARY, okay?! Anyways, this fic is the silliest one I’ve written so far and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy :)

Having a boyfriend who is a wizard is strange in a number of ways. Truthfully, when James first confessed his secret to you a few weeks ago, you laughed right in his face. It wasn’t until he pulled out his wand and literally started doing magic in front of you that you believed him. It’s safe to say you were in shock, and you’re not quite sure that feeling has faded yet. After James gave you a day or two to process the news, his magic usage around you went from 0 to 100. More times than you’d like to count, your mischievous boyfriend has scared the ever-loving shit out of you by randomly appearing in your home or on the street out of thin air. Now too, instead of walking or driving to your house like a normal person, James will randomly tumble out of your fireplace in a burst of green flames. Not only did you nearly die on the spot the first time it happened, but you’ve since bitched to James many times about how the soot he tracks in is ruining your very nice rug.

The moving pictures he has gives you the creeps, you find it laughable that he prefers using a quill and ink to a pen, and your head swarms every time James mentions some spell, potion, or magical creature whose name sounds like complete and utter gibberish.

But, despite your groans and whining, you do really think that James being a wizard is super cool. Like a child seeing a magician, you’re constantly begging your boyfriend to do different things with his magic so you can ooh and aah over them. When you found out James is an ani- animungal? Anamatronic?- the thing where you can turn into an animal, you were even more ecstatic. Admittedly, you may have once or twice begged James to assume his deer form so that you could ride on his back through the woods like some Disney princess probably would.

Magic has its perks too outside of your own personal entertainment. For example, now, instead of having to do dishes when one of the two of you cook dinner, a flick of James’ wand has them cleaning themselves. Other chores are now taken care of similarly, leaving you with a lot more free time to be with your lovely boyfriend.

This evening is one perfect example. After getting off work, you were surprised to find James waiting outside your office, a bouquet of pretty pink flowers in hand. The evening sun rested lovingly on his peaceful face so that his brown skin seemed to actually glow. It was a wonderful surprise and your trip back to his flat was much more pleasant than usual- defined by clasped hands swinging between you and teasing conversation.

The night only seemed to get better when you arrived at James’ place and were met with the delicious smell of garlic and pasta. The table was set nicely, and your two plates were already prepared, kept warm by the wonders of magic.

Things were perfect. Maybe a little too much so.

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When you and James finish dinner, he stands and grabs your plates. Usually, you would protest- claiming that whoever didn’t cook has to do dishes- but you know magic will take care of it all. James then kisses you quick before taking a trip to the bathroom.

As you’re sitting at the kitchen table still, reveling in your full belly and nursing your glass of wine, your peace is rudely disrupted. With it being pleasantly warm out this evening, James had left the windows open. This seemed like a great idea until now- when a big brown owl comes swooping into the kitchen.

While anyone would surely be startled by the bird’s random appearance, you are especially so because you’re terrified of birds. The bloodcurdling scream you let out is akin to someone who is dying- but in your mind is appropriate for the situation at hand. A string of curses leave your mouth as you jump up and hesitantly back away from the owl perched on one of the kitchen chairs. You grope for the counter behind you, never taking your eye off the owl as you maneuver around the island to hide behind it.

Of course, your scream has resulted in a panicked James and shouts of your name. He comes barreling into the kitchen in only his shirt and boxers, wand at the ready. He whips his head around, looking for you and the supposed threat that caused you to scream. He calls your name again and your head pops up from behind the counter.

“Lovey? What is it?” He asks anxiously.

You whimper a little and, with a shaky hand, point at the big bird across the room. When James sees what you’re pointing at, he visibly relaxes and lowers his wand.

“Oh, him? That’s just Hootie,” he tells you casually, “Probably should’ve mentioned I have a pet owl.”

You stare at him in complete and utter shock then shrilly squeal, “How’d you forget to mention that you have a pet owl?!!”

James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and places his wand on the counter, walking towards you, “Well, I guess I didn’t really think too much about it. It’s very common in the magic world to have one, so I didn’t consider that it’d be abnormal. It’s just like having a dog in the muggle world.”

You don’t respond with any English, instead sputtering anxiously.

James crouches beside you, “So are you going to come out now? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You shake your head no aggressively and shrink into his side, “No way, Jamie. Birds are terrifying- with their big beaks and beady eyes. And who knows what diseases they carry- no offense.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arm around you and soothingly rubs your side, “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re afraid of birds.”

“Oh yes, very. Have been since I was five and a bird pooped on me at the zoo.”

You don’t miss the chuckle and small smirk on James’ face and huff, pulling away.

“It’s not funny Jamie! It’s a real fear!”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is a real fear. But it’s an irrational one, you know.”

You huff again and roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath. James then stands and stretches out his hands, “Here, why don’t you come meet Hootie and see birds aren’t all so bad.”

You hesitantly take his hand and stand. You slowly walk out from behind the counter and only make it a few steps before the damned bird shifts, ruffling its feathers.

You squeal again and let go of James’ hand, this time hiding behind his broad frame, “I don’t think I can do this Jamie.”

He turns around and looks at you softly before pulling you into a tight hug. You relax a little against his chest, but your eyes never leave the owl over his shoulder, “I believe in you, lovey. Why don’t you let me go first, to show you that Hootie won’t hurt you, and then we can try together, yeah?”

You hesitantly reply with an okay.

James lets go of you and turns around. He walks over to the brown owl easily and coos a little, petting its back softly as it nuzzles into his touch. The owl then juts its head out, seeming to be waiting for something. James, apparently, knows what this means, and reaches behind him to grab some sort of pellet out of the cabinet and feed it to the bird.

“Okay, sweetheart. Now why don’t you come over and give Hootie a pet.”

He walks over and grabs your hand. Your smaller one fits into his nicely and you grip onto it with a death-grip. The two of you slowly make your way over to the owl and stand beside it. You sort of half stand behind James while still holding his hand. Fingers intertwined, James slowly starts moving your joint arms out, “Ready?

You very slightly shake your head and then your palm makes connection with the soft feathers of Hootie. The bird stares at you with its big eyes and, like it did for James, nuzzles into your touch.

Some of the tension in your shoulders eases a little and you decide that maybe birds aren’t so bad.

As you pull away, James squeezes your hand gently, “See? You did it. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Just as you’re beginning to feel proud of yourself too, the owl shuffles a little and rotates its head 180, so it’s no longer staring at you. The range of motion it has terrifies you and you scream again, running down the hall away from James and his damned owl.

[artists-ally]

Can you please write some more Azriel smut with his mate thank you !!!

{Bow} Reader x Azriel

Oh babes, you ask and you shall receive. Y'all went fucking BANANAS with my last Az smut, so here ya go you filthy sluts (i'm the filthiest slut there is i write this shit) Also you cannot convince me that Az isn't a dom. Enjoy!! Title from this song

Word Count: 2,869

Warnings: smut, spanking, spitting, choking, praise kink, breeding kink, possessive behavior, bondage, dom/sub vibes

Tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022

Summary: Azriel goes a little feral after the mating bond snaps into place.

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I knew it was going to happen. I could feel it coming. Just one of those once-in-a-lifetime feelings when you just know something is going to happen. There wasn’t anything I could do to warn Az since he was on the other end of the continent in Illyria. 

But my bones buzzed when he told me he was coming home. It was just a caress down the bond, a flicker of his shadow around my hand to let me know, but it was intense. I didn’t know if he knew or not, but I certainly did. 

“Okay, why are you pacing around?” Mor snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“I think it’s going to happen. Like today,” I said through a hurried breath. Mor squealed and I flinched, the sound doing nothing to help the vein pulsing in my head. 

“Oh my gods oh my gods I cannot believe it!” She jumped up and down. “Finally.”

“Hey,” I frowned slightly. “It’s not our fault. And we both agreed we’d wait until it felt right to pursue it. Who knew it would take two and a half years.”

“Can I say how proud of you I am for waiting? I could never be that patient,” Mor grabbed me by my shoulders. “I am so happy for you, Yn. No one in Prythian deserves this more than you two.” “Thanks,” I smiled sweetly, taking her hands in mine. I inhaled sharply and let it out. “What do I do?”

“You need to make him something to eat,” Mor hurried out, dragging me out of the living room of the Townhouse and into the kitchen. “What’s his favorite thing to eat?”

I thought for a moment, stuffing down the urge to say me and trying to think of a legit response. “He has always loved those pork dumplings I made for Solstice one year.”

“Perfect,” Mor ran around and grabbed the ingredients I listed off. “Let's make this the most memorable meal of his life!”

For about an hour I kneaded and folded the little dumplings into half circles, filling them with pork and vegetables before sealing them and dropping them in a pan. I was filled with so much excitement that the normally terrifying process of splattering oil didn't faze me. It was so hard to think about anything other than Azriel and what we’d do later tonight. Hopefully, anyway. 

I remember what Feyre told me about her and Rhys. What Cassian said about him and Nesta. That it had been a fury of teeth and tongues and touches. That there wasn’t any time to be wasted. The want. The primal need for each other and how brutal it was. But how satisfying and soul-bonding it was. 

Quite literally.

I finished the last of them up, plating the others for when he got home. He was getting closer; the shadow he always left me with was writhing between my fingers, circling around my wrist. 

“Okay, I will make sure everything is tidy and then I’m gone. And I will make sure no one comes within a three mile radius of this place for the next week. Or until you send word Azriel isn’t going to rip someone's head off.”

I rolled my eyes, “We’ll be fine. He’s almost here so get out.” “Good luck,” she winked, disappearing behind the corner. The front door opened and closed and I watched her winnow away. 

Why am I so nervous? It isn’t like it’s our first date all over again. He has seen the most intimate parts of my body, the most intricate parts of my mind and yet I was shivering with anticipation. Not nerves– excitement. 

I can hear the mighty beat of his wings as he approaches, and I see him land in the back garden, pushing his wind-blown hair off his forehead. My heart is at a furious pace. Gods he looks… it’s like I’m seeing him all over again. For the first time. All those thoughts and feelings rushing into me. 

There isn’t a fucking doubt in my mind that this is going to happen. 

Azriel draws open the back door and turns his head to the left, then to the right to find me motionless in the kitchen. “Yn…”

He says my name in the same breathless way he has since he learned what it was years ago. Our eyes lock and he shuts the door behind him. Azriel doesn’t waste a single second, scooping me up and drawing me in tight against his chest. He smells of the slight salt and lemon of the Sidra, but deep down his natural, rugged scent washes over me. 

“I have to stop taking such long trips to the Camp,” Azriel grumbles a laugh, pressing his lips to the top of my head. He takes a deep breath, then releases it. When I don’t respond– or chuckle alongside him– he draws back. “Yn?”

All I can do is look at him. His eyes are impossibly green at this moment. All the flecks of gold and amber igniting them. My chest is tight and the edges of my control are slipping. 

He furrows his brows, “Is everything…” And the words die on his tongue. 

It’s like Prythian tilts and slides into the sea. Down down down we go with it. I might’ve actually gasped with the crack that formed in my chest, breath still in my throat. 

It’s not the shimmering gold or tether of silver Feyre and Nesta had described. It is an inky black tendril of shadow that I can see, that I can feel, as clear as day. And right there, tied to the other end, is Azriel. Mate mate mate is the only hum I feel besides the roar of hope. Of promise. Of forever. 

Azriel shudders a breath, staggering a step back, eyes blinking as rapidly as his chest moves. His hands are digging into the sides of my arms. “Y-Yn-”

“I feel it,” I finished his unasked question. I nod again, forcing myself to believe that this is actually happening. He nods back, eyes never leaving mine. “I thought that I could feel it coming. Like- like this huge build up in my chest and… almost like a doorway? Like I could see the door but didn’t quite know how to unlock it.”

Azriel doesn’t say anything for a long few beats. “Mates…”

I nod. “Mates.”

It’s like saying it outloud solidified it because only after that did the burn for him become unbearable. It was untamed and wild and feral, just like Feyre had said it would be. Before we wrecked everything in the kitchen, I dropped his hands from my body and walked to the counter. 

I held out the plate of homemade dumplings and presented them to Azriel. His eyes looked from the plate and back up to me. 

He looked hungry. Not for the dumplings– most definitely not for the dumplings. I wonder what it feels like for him. If he’s as desperate as I am. As eager and impatient. If he can barely stand the two feet between us like I do. 

Azriel’s fingers are trembling as he plucks one of the dumplings off the plate and brings it to his mouth. In any other scenario I’d find it weird as he doesn’t look away while he chews… but his scent is driving me in-fucking-sane and I can't look away. 

I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t taste it, practically swallowing it whole. The plate of dumplings are on the floor the next second and a gasp leaves my mouth. His hand is fisted in my hair, mouth covering mine. 

Fuck me. Feyre wasn’t joking about everything feeling different. About feeling better. 

I pressed onto my toes and looped my arm around the back of his neck. He grabbed the backs of both my thighs and hauled me onto his hips. 

“Mate,” Azriel growled out. “My mate, my mate.”

My ass hit the counter and the canister of spoons and utensils crashed to the floor. I went to look, but Az gripped my throat and forced me to look back at him. He looked wild. Like pure instinct had taken over. 

“Az-”

“You’re fucking mine,” he spoke through clenched teeth. “All fucking mine.”

“All yours, Az,” I breathed out, his thumb pulling down my bottom lip. I sucked on it, tears springing into my eyes when he shoved it further down my throat. I watched the grin spread across his face. “All mine,” I said with equal possession. 

“Only you have that power now, Yn. The power to bring me to my knees. I do not bend to anyone except you. Always you. Forever you.”

My heart swelled before his lips were back on mine, tongue curling with mine in haste. His hands worked their way down my thighs, spreading them apart. I shuddered at the feeling of him against my core, cock already hard and pulsing against me. 

His scent– lightning hot with a touch of cinnamon– cascaded around me, blooming into the air and making my body react in a way I didn’t know it could. I scratched at the edges of his fighting leathers, desperate for his body against mine. Azriel reached for the straps, sliding them through the buckles with five centuries of experience and effortless precision. 

The material gave away and fell to the floor and there was nothing but his tattooed skin in my hands. Nails clawing up his back and shoulders, I couldn’t get closer if I tried. I needed closer. I Needed him inside me like I needed water or the sun. 

My body was thinking for me, hands fumbling with my bottoms as he ripped off his. Even as much as I didn’t want to draw away from his mouth, I couldn’t help the curiosity to look at him. 

I dipped my eyes down, seeing a few beads of slick slip from his body, coating the tip of him. I reached down, even more desperate for a taste than I had been for the feeling of his lips on mine. 

Az watched with a predatory look etched in his eyes. I gathered it and brought my finger to my mouth, the taste of him settling in my bones. He tasted how he always did, but there was just something more satisfying about it now. The confirmation that for the rest of our lives I would be able to have every part of him. Whenever I wanted. 

He couldn’t wait. And I didn’t blame him. In another heartbeat I was flipped over and on my stomach, knees knocking into the cabinet below. His hands tore the rest of the material from my body and the scraps gave away. 

He was panting. I’ve never heard him be this vocal. Or this destructive. “Hold still.” He commanded, pressing on the middle of my back to get me to stop squirming.

I obeyed. 

His hands spread my ass apart and I heard his tongue working in his mouth. I gasp when he spits onto my already soaked cunt, spreading it around with his fingers. He lands a crack to my ass with his palm next and I grit my teeth together, whining when he does it again. 

“Fucking mine,” He snarls, and I feel the tip of his chock slide over my clit. There is the familiar sting that comes with his size as he presses all the way in, not giving me the time to adjust like he normally would. 

But Cauldron damn me if I actually cared. I need him inside me. Need to feel every inch of his length until I couldn’t feel him at all. 

My body was vibrating, as was his. He pulled out and rocked back in, nails dragging down my spine. He let out a dark laugh, void of any real tenderness. “Gods I am going to fucking ruin you, Yn. Yeah you like that don’t you? Fuck.”

I cried out. My body was on fire. Every single hair on my skin stood up on end as he claimed me. Every part of my mind and body and soul melded together with Azriels with each snap of his hips. 

It was not soft. Or sweet. Or comfortable. We were both satisfying an ancient need for each other in every way possible. That door with his shadow leading me was wide open, and it was like I could see into his mind. Through his eyes, I looked at my marked body.

The noises tore through me as did my release. I convulsed around him, arching up and into the momentum as he rocked into me. In seconds I was lifted off the counter, still shuddering around his cock when we landed on the floor. 

Azriel hauled my ass into the hollow of his hips and hit places so deep inside me I didn’t know how to breathe. 

He was a panting, shaking mess behind me. 

“Mine,” he murmured against my neck, teeth grazing the skin. “You’re doing such a good job, taking my cock like that.”

I whimpered as he forced my hips to meet his. He leaned over my body and I felt a few drops of sweat trickle onto my skin. He pushed my chest flat against the floor and I wasn’t entirely sure that my spine wasn’t going to break with the force. With one hand pinning my shoulder, the other ripped my hair back, creating the most painful yet pleasurable angle. 

Shadows whirled around my body, ghosting every inch to stimulate me beyond anything I thought possible. All reason left my mind. I was his, and he was mine. His body, his soul… it was all mine. He was giving himself to me, just like I was giving myself to him. 

Every push of his body into mine drew sounds I didn’t know we could make. At this angle I could feel how much bigger he was than me. Knowing that if he wanted to he could easily over power my body without lifting a finger. 

For a second time my body overtook my mind, leaving me no choice to follow its lead. I shook and cried out, chanting his name over and over again as I came a second time in only a few minutes. 

“Fucking look at you,” Azriel said, easing up on his lod of my hair. “Taking my cock like it’s nothing. You are doing such a good job, Yn. Gonna fucking breed you. Aww, you’d like that, hmm? I can feel you clenching, feel how much you want it.”

I nodded, not able to form any words. 

Azriel turned me over on my back and pinned my knees to the floor with his shadows. That same darkness curled around my wrists and sealed them above my head while his hands worked my nipples, my clit. 

I couldn’t thrash even if I wanted to. His teeth left marks along my chest, the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he forced his cock into me at a brutal pace. 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. “F-fuck yes, Gods you feel so fucking hot.”

I did my best to tighten around him, and judging by the way his hips stuttered, I did a good job. The muscles around his ribs and abdomen flared, the veins in his arms pushing to the surface. 

“I can’t-” he heaved for a breath, mumbling curses and pleas. “Can’t hold on anymore.”

“Let go,” I beg, new tears spilling down my cheeks. “Fill me up.”

Azriel was a mess of gasping breaths and praise as he focused all his motion. Every hard ridge of his body was constricted and convulsing with power as he cursed again, head dipped low, breath fanning over my chest and neck. 

My mind melted as I felt the bond snap into place even deeper. There had been a mental connection earlier, but this was the physical side. Azriel’s front draped over mine as he came deep inside me, his thighs shaking as he fucking into me over and over and over, cum trickling out with each new push of his cock into my aching cunt. 

“That’s a good girl… there you go,” he slurred his words, drunk off the feeling of his release. I could feel it as if it was my own. Feel his claim on my body as if it was my own. “Take it all. All fucking mine. Such a good mate. Taking all my cum so fucking good.”

I moaned, fingers and toes tingling as he took his weight off my chest and sat up. Sweat gleamed his body. My eyes were blurry, but I could still see the need in his eyes. 

I swallowed, the high of it all settling in. His hands roamed over my body, up around the creases of my still bound thighs, and up my sides. 

After a few more short gasps, his hand was gripping my chin. “I am not letting you out of the fucking bed until no one is able to tell our scents apart again. Everyone is gonna know that you’re mine. My mate, and everyone will know I am yours.”

[yanderes-galore]

IM HERE AGAIN!! Anyways, can you do Yuji with your prompts 23 and 37 with a reader who keeps trying to escape?

I can try, sure! Doing an AU where you knew each other in Jujutsu High but once you graduated and grew older you went on to become advanced Sorcerers. It's unknown if Yuji still has Sukuna or not. Sorry if the plot isn't to your liking, I didn't have a lot to work with since Yuji is so tame on his own.

Yandere! Yuji Itadori Prompts 23 + 37

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Stalking, Isolation, Talks of marriage, Toxic themes, Clingy behavior, Slight starvation (You're choosing not to eat a lot), Implied mind break, Yuji is delusional yet a little lucid, Consensual turned forced relationship.

Yuji Itadori has been your boyfriend since graduation. He had been hopelessly in love with you ever since you two started to dedicate yourselves more to your field and each other. Life's been good in your eyes, especially since Yuji has only ever been getting better when handling himself.

So how did things get so bad?

Nowadays instead of being a happy couple, you're trapped in your apartment. Yuji was adamant when you both graduated to move in together. You both shared the rent and took care of one another.

You didn't mind that...

Until Yuji kept trying to keep you in the apartment.

You wonder what went wrong. Yuji always seemed like such a kind and innocent boyfriend. Always easily excited and clingy with you. It was cute.

You wonder if things began to go wrong when Yuji had brought up marriage.

You still remember when he first brought up the question. You had been dating for around five years when he bounded up to you with a grin on his face. Before you could even ask him what he was so eager about, he held both of your hands tightly.

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

It was cute how excited he sounded when he brought it up. In fact, if you were ready for it you might've even considered it. He looked so happy.

However, as a new graduate, you were too focused on improving as a Sorcerer to consider marriage with your high school sweetheart. Curses still ran rampant even after graduation. So at the time, you were focused on your career.

"I'm sorry, baby..." You had said, your heart nearly breaking at the look of betrayal on your boyfriend's face. "It just doesn't seem safe right now... we both have a career to keep up with."

"R-Right... I understand!" Yuji has responded with a saddened smile, embracing you tightly.

Back then... you thought that was that.

You wanted to consider marriage in the future. You two had been together for a long time now. Although... you just wanted to focus on more important things right now.

However... now six years in... you begin to wonder if you should've just... accepted or called off the relationship entirely.

"Baby..." Yuji frowns softly, looking at you on the bed. In only a year you looked so much different than the graduate you once were. You looked tired and much thinner now. Yuji had been feeding you, but you just... didn't want any food from him.

"Baby, please look at me..." Yuji tries again, inching closer to sit on the bed. He feels guilt creep into him when he sees you curled in on yourself. Part of him knew this was his fault... but hated the idea of acknowledging it.

Recently you've been escaping the apartment a lot. It had started with arguments, you wanting to continue being a Sorcerer while Yuji wanted you to stay at home so he could protect you. But... every couple has their quarrels, no?

That is until Yuji felt he should be more strict. He begged you not to leave, that he was worried about you and wanted you to stay home. At first, you complied and stayed home a few days to soothe your boyfriend's worries.

Then he stopped letting you out.

Each time you left the apartment by sabotaging locks or playing nice, Yuji would chase you down again. For months you kept trying to leave, both the relationship and apartment. Yet Yuji never relented.

In his eyes you are meant to be together...

Delusional just enough to ignore how you feel about the situation.

Right up until you were curled up in your room, refusing to leave because, well, why bother?

Yuji perks up when he sees your body shudder. A breathy noise akin to a sob leaves your mouth, making Yuji's heart clench. He acts fast, throwing himself on the bed and holding out his arms.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Yuji's words are comforting, as though you're both still loving partners. His embrace feels hot and cagey against your skin. However, you lean in reluctantly.

Did you love him even now?

Yuji is careful to be caring despite all that's happened. He kisses the top of your head lovingly as you sob against him. Hearing you sad makes his grip tighten... a glare thrown towards the wall as he thinks to himself.

He hopes you get better, he really does. He wants to make you his cute little spouse that he can take care of. Although, Yuji is willing to wait until you're feeling... better before bringing it up again.

"Love you so much it hurts...." Yuji murmurs, squeezing you affectionately as he nuzzles into your hair. You say nothing, which is expected, you did recently go against his house rules again.

But... that's okay! Yuji is aware of how determined you are. He just... needs to be patient and protect you like he always has been.

You may be upset now... yet he knows that will change. With a little more waiting... you two can be happy again! When another sob rocks your body, Yuji just holds you tighter... oblivious to how crushing his embrace is.

Partners must stick by one another, right?

He'll stick by you until you're better... then you two can go back to normal and maybe even get engaged!

He's already picked out the ring....

[silverflqmes]

sephiroth x reader where he meets this amazing girl (note: you) and she cooks him a homemade meal but he freaks out because he doesnt understand how to take it properly? but he starts crying of joy because he's happy to take it since he read about how moms treat their kids and he just kinna finds solace in this girl and wants find her again but obviously shinra keeps having other plans until finally one DAY she comes back again and you can decide what happens next :)

໒��� 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. i may have indulged a little ( a lot ) here, anon.. but i hope it’s somewhat okay.. brb i might have to ugly cry after this.. he makes me so😿 IM NOT NORMAL ANYMORE SOBS

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. discussion of bad eating habits.

sephiroth x gn!reader

the water came to a boil as you threw in your spaghetti, twisting the knob on low for the sauce you’d prepared.

sephiroth would be home any minute and as a reward for working as hard as he did everyday, you had taken it upon you to prepare his most favorite meal for him. it wasn’t too hard to cook, luckily, but hopefully it tasted good.

you allowed the pasta to come to a boil, taking the time to set the table nicely. while sephiroth wasn’t one for the fancy shit or grandeur, you wanted to provide him with a good ambience. he deserved it, anyway.

on a trip to sector five, you’d managed to score a dozen of flowers from a sweet girl zack was interested — aerith, as you recalled. somehow he had started her on a business with her rare blooms, it was creative and cute that he’d made the time to do that with her.

while passing by him, he had urged you to buy some to help her start out — which you were happy to do. certainly when they made the perfect centerpiece and smelled pleasantly.

the bubbles began to surface in your absence, a jingling sound entering your ears once you’d returned to turn off the heat. sephiroth was home!

a smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before walking up to the door when he emerged. “welcome home, sephiroth!”

his face that was colored with exhaustion instantly contorted into one of ease, lips curling at the sight of you, his precious partner. were you waiting for him? how adorable.

the first class SOLDIER leaned in closely to your face and bestowed you with a chaste kiss, chuckling softly. “thank you, y/n. it’s a lovely sight to find you here,” he continued, holding your cheek in his gloved hand before looking behind you. “i see you’ve been busy.”

your cheeks burned at his words, a fuzzy feeling finding its way to your chest as you let out a sheepish laugh. “a-ah, i may have helped myself to your kitchen.. i hope you don’t mind.” he wouldn’t mind, he never did — but you still felt the need to say so.

his thumb rolled over your soft skin, a sound of amusement tumbling past his lips. “not at all, might i ask what you prepared yourself?”

blinking, you then proceeded to quirk a brow before snorting. “i composed a gourmet meal for the both of us, featuring candlelight and flowers. up to your standards, mr. first class?” you joked, to which he rolled his eyes, playfully.

“you treat me as if i were royalty.” sephiroth turned his head away, failing to suppress the small lift to his rosewood appendages.

you took ahold of his leather clad hand, snickering softly. “the best way to treat you, according to your dearest lover!” came your cheery response as you tugged him forward. “now come on, i doubt a battlefield has a scheduled lunch or dinner time!”

the silver haired male couldn’t argue with that reasoning. some missions went without food for long periods of time — just another thing he’d learnt to bear over the years. the human body could go weeks without alimentation, and he was no stranger to being denied or prevented from having a meal.

however, upon meeting you and having explained that reasoning to you early into your relationship.. he was met with quite a different perspective. while the SOLDIER found eating to be secondary — something that he would indulge in if the time and situation was right, you.. stressed it.

it had come as a great shock when he would announce he’d only had breakfast for the entirety of the day — which was basically just a bar or shake.. the bare minimum, in other words. frustrated, you’d scolded him that very evening before falling into a routine of meal preparation.

you didn’t care if he had to show up with this cutesy lunch box in a den of SOLDIERs, but it better have been emptied or so help you.

sephiroth had been greatly confused by your concern, and quite frankly — still was, however he understood where you were coming from ( despite lacking the same care for himself that you showed him ), and ate every last bite.

“i suppose i have to agree with that.” the long haired swordsman finally answered, bringing his steps to a halt before your work.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t made him food before, but this time felt different. you always put your all into everything, though this felt extra, extra special, somehow. perhaps, being cooked dinner was more.. intimate?

you patted his armored shoulder, grinning. “good! now get comfy while i get your plate ready, i used up the wine for the sauce.. so um, just water for tonight — but you need it!!”

with that, you had dashed back over to the kitchen, leaving behind a chuckling sephiroth. he’d never seen someone be so serious over dinner, it was silly. and yet, endearing all at the same time that you cared so deeply for his health when everyone had taught or treated him otherwise.

“are you certain you don’t require my assistance?” he inquired, leaning back in his seat to see if you were managing.

a laugh echoed from kitchen at his expression of concern. “nope! you just sit tight, on my way over now!” you assured, picking up your bowls and a basket of freshly sliced bread before making your way to the table.

despite your dismissal, the cat eyed hero made his way over to help with the placement, not wanting you to struggle any longer. you’d gone through great lengths for him today after all, it was the least he could do.

as sephiroth sat across from you, he was finally given the chance to take a look at what you’d put together, blinking in surprise.

“seafood pasta..?” he couldn’t remember the last time he had it. “how.. did you know?”

picking a piece of bread, you found yourself winking, suppressing a giggle. “i may or may not have asked cissnei.. given her network of information.” you smiled sheepishly, grabbing your silverware. “i hope that’s okay with you- i just wanted to make something you really, really liked!”

the first class SOLDIER was quiet for a moment, a strange warmth bubbling in his chest.

subconsciously, his hand lifted to touch where his heart had been, if only to find out what that strange feeling had been. “you.. you did that, for me?” his voice had almost come out in a weak whisper. the mako hued male was soft spoken to begin with, but this held more vulnerability than the other times.

an eager nod was the response he’d received, and despite his desire to question why, he took it as his cue to pick up his silverware, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. it.. had been a long time since he’d had his favorite dish, and homemade.. was a first.

as he tasted your work, he almost melted at the flavors — the nostalgia of it all. and yet.. it somehow was even better than any other occasion he had ordered or cooked it himself.

was it.. because you had made it specially for him? how odd, that the cooking from a specific person could affect the outcome so drastically.

“how is it?” you finally spoke up, curious to hear of his thoughts. “the seafood was a lucky find, i’m hoping it’s good and that i didn’t get scammed ahahaha..”

given midgar’s inland location, fish.. wasn’t something commonly sold, and if it was — it certainly would have costed a pretty gil. had you really gone through all this effort, just for him?

sephiroth swallowed the next bite he took, inclining his head. “it’s wonderful- nobody, i realize.. has ever done something like this for me before — or gone through as much trouble as you had to do this for me..” he spoke up in acknowledgment, feeling his eyes soften.. and blur?

why was his vision — was he.. crying?

the silver haired SOLDIER raised his gloved hands to brush the corners of his eyes. fresh tears, yes. he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

“seph-?” you blurted, getting up from your chair before rushing over to him. “oh no- is it bad?? are you having allergies — i didn’t put anything spicy in it.. a-ahh, i don’t have an allergy pen..” you panicked, dashing over to your purse before feeling a hand grasp your own.

your lashes fluttered in surprise when you were suddenly pulled into firm chest, silver draping over you as a pair of strong arms encircled your body.

“s-sephiroth?” you called out softly, worry in your voice as you rested your hands on his back, reciprocating the embrace. “everything okay? you’re crying..” you added quietly, frowning. did something happen?

he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “i apologize- i didn’t mean to bring you anxiety with my sudden reaction.. the food was lovely, truly, and i.. could not be more grateful for it.” shinra’s hero began, relenting his grip a little. he didn’t want to hurt or bruise you after all with his strength. “i guess i was just.. taken by surprise, is all — being treated in this way is still.. rather foreign to me.” he admitted, attempting to even his voice out.

but you were patient, and listened to the best of your extent, at last understanding what he meant.

your boyfriend spoke little of his past, but the few things that he’d felt comfortable enough to elaborate on.. had been horrible to hear- it made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“oh sephiroth..” you whispered gently, sliding your fingers into his hair comfortingly. “you’re okay, don’t apologize.. i was just worried since shellfish allergies are common..” you exhaled, panic dissipating. “i’m just glad you’re not sick.. but hey, you deserve this- alright? you work really hard everyday, you have been all your life.. this is the least i could do.”

he felt himself calm down gradually with your words, breaths slowly coming out more even. the male hadn’t planned on breaking down so suddenly, and while he felt bad.. you assured him that it was okay to react and feel as he did.

what.. made him so special to you? to go to all these extents for him and yet disregard all your efforts all at the same time..

“the ‘least’ you speak of hardly covers all that you do for me, y/n.. despite finding myself undeserving of your kindness.. i am forever grateful to be wanted and cared for by you — to be looked at in the way your eyes view me.. rather than the usual contempt and obsessive fascination scrutiny that i am met with.” he spoke after a brief silence, wanting to translate his feelings into words as best as possible.

they nearly had you melting, and out of pure adoration, you brought your lips at last to his. a reassurance that you had understood every bit of his feelings and that you had returned them all in full.

“you are every bit as deserving, sephiroth, as am i of you.. and i’ll always, always care for you. to me — you are everything, and worthy of all the love in the world.”

notes. screaming crying this is a little rushed towards the end but i hope it’s decent enough anon! my illiterate ass did not read the last bit of the request.. so i didn’t include the shinra bit😭 hope it’s okay!

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Bound Forever ~ BC [MATURE WARNING]

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: established relationships, angst, couple having a lovers spat, chan being an obsessive lover, clingy needy sex, SMUT minors DNI or you will be blocked!!! Unprotected sex, sweet and soft ending, hand holding, love yous, 

PAIRING: Dom!Chan x Sub!Fem!Reader [ @whatudowhennooneseesyou]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

Under the fluorescent lights that were in Chan's studio, you watched him as he worked hard on his laptop, his eyes never straying from it barely even noticing that you were standing in the room with him. At one point you would have distracted your love together as a masterpiece sculpted by one of the greatest artists in the world, your relationship was filled with love and laughter over the years but just lately it was taking a hit. You always thought that you and Chan could face any storm together and that you'd somehow come out even stronger but just lately doubt was beginning to waver in your mind. The love that you had once cherished so deeply somehow felt as though it was fading into an echo of what once was and you were terrified you were going to lose Chan once and for all.

The two of you rarely went out anymore and hardly saw one another unless it was like today when you'd taken him some lunch to the studio since you doubted he was eating well at work. But Chan had barely looked up from his laptop to eat anything you'd cooked for him, all of his favourites too since you weren't sure what he was going to be in the mood for today.

Did he even want you to stick around for lunch? You stared down at the food on your plate, toying with the noodles on your chopsticks before putting it down and wiping your mouth on a napkin. Maybe you should have left after bringing him his food, he'd be back home later...You'd be asleep by the time he got home but he'd be home with you nonetheless. You began to gather your things, reaching for your bag beside Chan's desk, his eyes not once straying from the screen he was concentrating so hard on, a bunch of timelines on the screen you had no idea how to read.

"I'll see you at home baby, I love you." You spoke softly to the side of his head but he didn't even move, he just grunted something before you sighed a little and made your way to the door. Tightness pulled at your chest as you shook your head to yourself, maybe you were fooling yourself into believing your relationship was as strong as you thought. Perhaps things had always been like this between you and Chan and you'd failed to notice it until now.

As you reached the door, you paused for a second, turning to look over your shoulder at him, your eyes taking in the appearance of him one last time,

"Do you even love me anymore?" Something you'd intended to not say aloud flew from your lips anyway, stilling everything inside of the room as Chan's chair squeaked. An indication that he had turned around to face you but you were staring at the wall in front of you, wondering how long it would take for you to sprint out of there before he chased after you. The elevator doors were open, if you could make it to them then you'd have a fair chance,

"What did you say?" Chan's chair once again squeezed as he raised from the seat, his laptop abandoned as he stared at the back of your head. Sweat began to bead at the top of your head as you span around to face him, laughing nervously and shaking your head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking of a TV show." You lied, your nose twitching as a clear indication to Chan who was now pulling you back into his studio and shutting the door.

"Yn, don't bullshit me." His voice was stern as he stared down at you, but you avoided his gaze looking anywhere but at him right now.

"Chan, it's nothing." You whispered as you shook your head, there was no use getting into this here when there was nothing either of you could do about it.

"Yn." Your name came out of his mouth so low and demanding you knew it was a warning from him and you smiled weakly, staring at him as you shook your head.

You didn't want this to become a fight the two of you were going to have, it was a little doubt in your mind that you wished you could play off.

"I mean it, it's literally nothing. I was just-"

"Have I ever given you any indication I don't love you before?" The air turned thick as the two of you stared at one another, Chan stared at you waiting for you to answer him. Never in a million years would he want you to feel as though he didn't love you, that he didn't crave you at every single moment of the day.

"Well...t-things have been...strained." You admitted through a shakey voice, refusing to look at Chan

"Yn," His voice came out softer this time and he barely got it out through a whisper, his fingers moved to cup your chin and he turned your face to look at him.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...we don't see each other anymore and I'm scared you're losing feelings." Chan stared at you as he shook his head, you were the only woman he'd ever loved, the only woman he could ever see himself loving and he hated that you were doubting that. He'd been trying for months to tell you how deeply he felt for you, but nothing ever felt good enough for you.

Taking in a deep breath his eyes locked onto you, his emotions welling up inside of him as he began to speak, his voice coming out tender and with a sense of vulnerability.

"Yn, every single beat of my heart is a beat for you, my heart beats for the two of us every single day." You stared at him, whimpering a little as he took your hand in his, leading you over to the sofa and sitting you down.

The two of you stared at one another as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat and attempted to stop the bouncing of your leg.

"I've tried to put into words how much you mean to me, but every language I try seems to falter me. No words ever seem good enough to express how much I need you in my life." Your heart was beginning to beat so fast that you were almost afraid he would hear it from sitting so close to you.

"Every breath I breathe is infused with the essence of you, without you by my side, every inhale feels incompletely. Leaving me gasping for the very breath that carries your love." Tears began to well up inside of your eyes, your eyes staring into Chan's as you could have sworn you saw stars, and galaxies even as you watched him speak to you.

"You're the oxygen that keeps me going every single second of the day, you're the reason I keep going. I can't imagine a world where your laughter doesn't bring brightness to my world and pull me out of the darkest parts of my mind." His hand squeezes yours as he stares back at you, his tears beginning to roll down his cheeks,

"Where your touch doesn't linger on my skin leaving me tingling for days. I can't breathe without you. Without you, Yn, my lungs would cease to find relief, you are the air that completes me...You're the love of my life." As soon as he finished you grabbed him by the shirt and brought him into a kiss, starting light at first but almost immediately turning into a needy kiss.

"Channie." You breathed out against his lips, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he pulled you onto his lap, neither of you fighting against it as you mould against one another perfectly.

"I missed you so much." You whispered to him, biting his lip a little,

"Me too," He whispered as he pulled your shirt off, throwing it to the other side of the room as he began to kiss your exposed chest. The two of you had always had a great sex life, explosivie even and Chan was always an obsessive lover with you.

"Off," You whispered as you tugged on the shirt he was wearing, looking at him as he smirked at you. Chan liked it when you could get demanding with him even though he was always the one in charge.

"Off...Please," You added at the end before he ripped off his own shirt, throwing it in the same direction he'd thrown yours. Your lips connected once again as he trailed wet kisses down your neck, both of you stripping until there was nothing left between you.

"I need you," Cha gasps out as he holds his cock at your entrance, your hand gripping onto his shoulders as you slowly sink down onto him moaning out his name as you dug your nails into his skin.

"I've missed this...I-I've missed you, all of you." You moaned out, holding onto his bicep as your other hand tangled with his this time. It had been two long since the two of you had been together like this and it was all a bit much as tears began to trickle down your cheeks.

"Baby girl," He whispered as he realised you were crying and he stopped still, afraid he'd hurt you somehow or that you wanted to stop he was ready to do anything to stop you crying.

"Did I hurt you?" He panicked, his hand squeezing yours as you sniffled a little and shook your head, whimpering a little as you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled.

"I missed you, I missed us." You whispered, clenching around him as he let out a low grunt, his eyes finding yours as you felt your whole body heating up. You slowly moved your hips on him, letting him know it was okay for him to move again and he groaned your name softly,

"I missed you too baby, fuck, I love you." He moaned out as you slowly began to rise and fall against him, his cock stretching you out as you squeezed his hands.

"I love you," You moaned back as he began to rock your hips on him, biting down on his lip as he watched you closely. 

"You were made for me, you fit me like a glove." He grunts as he stares at you, he wants no doubt in your mind that the two of you were meant for one another. He thrusts up to meet your hips as you let out a loud cry of his name.

"You're mine and I'm yours," He moans out as he continues to push into you, holding you steady as his cock drives into you repeatedly and roughly. Claiming you as his own as the sounds of your hips slapping against one another filled the quiet studio.

With every thrust Chan gave to You, you pushed back to him meeting him with every single stroke. Your fingers lacing together as he looked deep into your eyes, neither of you said anything as you moaned out. The two of you were linked in inextricable ways and there wasn't a single doubt left in your mind about that.

"O-Oh god, Chan," You moaned out as your eyes screwed shut, your grip on Chan's hand tightening more and more as you continued to ride his dick your movements getting a little sloppier but Chan supported you. Smirking as he continued to drive into you roughly,

"I-I'm going to-"

"Cum for me bab, come on my dick." He ordered as he drove into you, your body shattering around him as he continued to thrust into you wildly. Chan grunts lowly as your orgasm drives him over his own, moaning out your name as you slump against his chest and let out a small giggle. Chantried to prop himself up a little, breathing heavily from what might have been the most intense orgasm of his life.

"Shit," He breaths out against your neck, your skin prickling as you let out a small giggle.

"Yeah," You agreed, squeezing his fingers before looking down into his eyes as he chuckled a little neither of you moving from the spot you were in until you absolutely had to. 

"Let's eat and then head home," He told you, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back as you nodded at him, curling your head into the crook of his neck and relaxing completely against him.

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MCL NG ep 6 edit (pt 1)

Haaa... finally. This episode was a roller coaster ;). Also, I'm so proud of the hair. Just look at it.

HC Time:

Elizabeth doesn't have fond memories from the carnival. In fact is the opposite. She thinks the place is dangerous. Once, when she was 10, she went with her father to the carnival where there was this clown guy shaping balloons. She asked for a flower and the guy said he didn't have the color she wanted and told her to follow him. Luckily, her father was there and nothing happened. After that, they found out the guy was a creep.

About the Danica incident: Elizabeth hates her. Since she doesn't have pets, she didn't get it why would Danica invest so much in her cats, saying "They're going to die in a couple of years anyway". Not only that, the fact that she's "a traitor" made Elizabeth question why is everyone so friendly with her, especially Elenda, whom she now thinks is either stupid or she had something going on. She even wanted to ask her "Why didn't you go with her if you sooo BFFs?", but fortunately didn't because Jason was there and she wouldn't want to look bad in front of him.

About the rides: Elizabeth didn't care much, I mean, she thought it was fun, but also made her feel nauseous. But she loved doing the games that the carnival had to offer and of course, she got the prizes. She also did eat a lot of sweets.

At the fortune teller, she wanted to go alone to see if it was legit or not. It wasn't obvious and made Elizabeth a bit annoyed.

She wanted to go with Roy on the merry-go-round ride but she felt like throwing up and ran away until she couldn't walk anymore. And Jason being a sneaky little weasel found her. It was the first time she didn't want to see him. Also, his little commend didn't help the situation. She felt better seeing Jason being sort of a gentleman and helping her. After that, she started rambling about how she hates the carnival and Jason agreed. She wanted to do something more fun here and that's when Jason's eyes sparkled like crazy and ended up going to the mirror maze. Elizabeth felt like a child again trying to hide but didn't want to hide too well. She also played around with him to the point where the cat-and-mouse roles were inverted. The fun was short because Roy came to interrupt it.

Elizabeth went back to the others and then quickly went home. She felt a bit awkward around them for some reason.

Here's the outfit:

Somehow, I always manage to include a shirt in the outfit.

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Anything For You - Huening Kai

Synopsis: College was full of new experiences. For Kai, that meant stepping out of his comfort zone. He was the type of guy who was not used to the attention placed on him. Yet, you took all of his attention. Somehow, you agreed to come over to help Kai with a problem of his.

Pairing: Virgin!Huening Kai x fem reader - MINORS DNI

Genre: Slight angst (nervous, shy Kai), college crush, friends to lovers? definitely friends with benefits situation blossoming

Warnings: mentions of hookups, sex talk, mentions of male masturbation, nudity, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration, orgasms, soft smut, losing virginity

Word Count: 4.4k

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"Hey, are you free tonight? I could use your help with something."

Kai's heart was pounding in his chest. Never in a million years did he except you to actually agree. In his mind, he felt foolish for asking but he also felt overjoyed and nervous. He was a wreck in the best sense.

Coming to college has been a lot of firsts for Huening Kai. It was really his first time being away from home, first time going to a college party, first time getting drunk, and so many others. Yet, there was still one thing that he was looking to cross off his bucket list.

After freshman year, he moved into a townhouse apartment with his closest friends - Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun. They were the ones that helped Kai navigate his new independent life. They were always willing to say yes when some new activity came into the young boy's mind. They kind of saw themselves as Kai's big brothers.

His four older friends really went to great extents to make sure Kai felt comfortable. And he always felt like he could be himself around the guys. Until one conversation came up. "So Taehyun, did you end up bringing that girl home from the club?"

All the boys were gathered around the living room, watching Kai and Boomgyu play video games. However, Beomgyu's interest took a turn once he heard Yeonjun's question. Beating Kai could wait because right now, he wanted to overhear the details of Taehyun's late night adventure. Kai whined in disappointment as the other three shushed him, eager for a response.

What was the big deal anyways?

Soon, the man that captured all their attention emerged from the kitchen. He held a water bottle in his hand, a proud smirk curling on his lips. "You know, a gentleman never kisses and tells." "And since were you a gentleman in bed?" Soobin scoffed. "We share a wall," he groaned. "Touche."

All the boys laughed at the little exchange between Soobin and Taehyun. It was always in good fun to rile each there up. Honestly, it was just proof of how deep their friendship runs amongst the five of them. It was a brotherhood.

"At least you've been able to get someone to come home with you. I feel like I always strike out at the clubs lately," Yeonjun muttered, arms crossed over my chest. "So is that why I constantly hear your Tinder going off?" Beomgyu laughed. "And what's your excuse, Gyu?" "I'd much rather take a girl out for a meal before eating her out," he said confidently.

The group groaned at his response. Soobin and Yeonjun made disgusted faces as they were getting too many details about their friend's sex life.

Kai felt like he wanted to sink deep into the beanbag chair until it swallowed him whole. Why was this the topic of conversation? Why did it matter how they were having sex?

Soobin seemed to notice Kai's discomfort. In the group, Soobin sometimes was the peacemaker. He was there to offer advice and be a place of support. Sure, most friends disclosed their personal woes in their lives and intimate details. But he could sense from the younger boy that he wished the topic switched already.

"What about you, Kai? Any new girls lately?"

Kai's eyes widened. He had his eyes locked on the paused video game, internally praying he didn't hear Taehyun correctly. All eyes were suddenly on Kai, who felt like he was going to be suffocated by the sudden spotlight. "Well, I know he likes y/n," Soobin tried helping.

Kai shot daggers towards Soobin at that response. He was already anticipating the responses that were going to come from the other three. He knew Soobin meant well, but god, there was no way he could fend off the three predators surrounding him.

"Oh right! You guys had a study date last week. Did you get to study her anatomy up close and personal?" Beomgyu teased.

SMACK

Yeonjun smacked him lightly in the back of the head at the corny response. Soobin and Taehyun stifled their laughter, knowing Taehyun was going to seek retaliation at some point. Yet, the quick disruption soon stopped and they looked at Kai. They weren't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Uh, well, you see." Come on, Kai. Think of something to save yourself. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin," Taehyun teased.

Crickets. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Kai slipped down into the beanbag so his entire back was resting against it before hiding his face in his hands. This was not the way he was wanting anyone to find out. Frankly, he ever wanted anyone to find out! Expecting the vultures to rip him apart, he was still met with silence. There was always a comeback. There was always words exchanged, and laughs followed. He didn't know what was worse - the sudden silence amongst the five of them or waiting for the comeback to strike.

Slowly, Kai uncovered his face to see his four friends staring at him. They were almost at a lost for words themselves. "God, we're all terrible influences," Soobin groaned. Laughter finally filled the room, including coming from Kai. He could always rely on Soobin to fix things.

The conversation turned to try to help Kai, wondering if he had any desire to have sex. Of course he did, but he felt clueless as to where to start. That night, the boys helped build up Kai's confidence. The four older friends were determined to help Kai's sex life.

They gave him pointers on how to approach the topic. Kai's biggest concern was coming on too strong, not wanting to offend anyone. That's just one of the many qualities they all adored about his friend - he was considerate. I guess that's why they were surprised he hasn't gotten laid yet. He just seemed to attract girls left and right.

But there was one girl who's had his attention. Nobody else has been able to push the barrier he put up as he only had eyes for you. No woman on campus compared to you, so why would Kai go out of his way to have sex with a random person when it might get back to you?

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You and Kai met during one of those lame icebreakers they make you do during freshman year. It was at a get-to-know-your-RA event. A mandatory event. Kai was at least grateful this one time for it because he got to cross paths with you. The two of you lived in the same residence hall. Your suite was towards the end of the hall while his suite was towards the front. Another thing he was grateful for because it meant he had a greater chance of running into you.

Kai was captivated by your personality at first. You didn't seem like the type of girl that wanted to fit in. Not that you ever tried to go against the status quo. You just seemed more confident in yourself which allowed you to explore your own interests without trying to conform to societal acceptance. It truly left him in awe of how sure of yourself you were.

It was so easy to fall for you. Hell, you basically had a line of guys waiting for the chance.

The two of you didn't get close until English seminar sophomore year of college. You recognized him from your freshman door the previous year when he saw you as the woman of his dreams. After 12 months since the initial interaction, he finally got your number to work on a group assignment.

The friendship began to blossom the more you hung out. You two would try to study together, but often got sidetracked in the library and got nothing accomplished. Those were some of Kai's favorite moments where you two were try to keep quiet in the library, not wanting to disturb those actually trying to be productive as you broke out into giggles.

You infiltrated every thought of his, day and night. During the day, he wondered if you were okay, what you were up to. He tried so desperately to hangout with you whenever he could. At night, you were the one he thought about when he had his cock in his fist. He thought of the way that every shirt looked like it was painted on you, showing off your chest deliciously.

Yet, he saw you as a close friend. He never wanted to jeopardize the friendship. But after encouragement from his best friends, he had to take the risk.

He couldn't believe you actually said yes.

For the past hour, Kai has been frantically trying to get his room together. He shoved all his dirty clothes in the closet, made his bed, and lit a candle to make sure it smelled good. God, the things he would do for you.

Ding.

He glanced towards the foot of his bed to see his phone light up. His heart raced seeing your name flash on the home screen. "Kai, please come open the door! I'm cold!"

Shit. He quickly responded to your message so you knew he was on his way. He dropped his phone on the bed before rushing downstairs to get you. He ignored all the eager stares as the boys were gathered in the living room, watching TV but also wanting to give enough space for Kai upstairs. They just also wanted to catch a glimpse of the show before it got started behind closed doors.

He unlocked the top lock of the door and opened it for you. Your cheeks were a bit red from the dipping temperatures of early January. Yet, your hair was perfectly curled, You were wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, being seen from the black winter jacket you were bundled up in. How could someone look so adorable?

"Finally," you teased. You stepped into the house, hugging Kai and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

From behind him, you heard the four boys cheer on their friend. You giggled playfully at their antics even though Kai was groaning. As you got close to Kai, you were quickly introduced to his four best friends, so this was no surprise to you. "Hello stalkers," you called out, referring to how they were spying on you two.

They all muttered a greeting before trying to turn their attention to the TV. If only it had been on then maybe they could have gotten away with it.

Your attention turned back to Kai. As your hands warmed up, you were able to free yourself from the confines of your winter jacket. As it unzipped, it revealed the tight black ribbed long sleeve you had underneath. It shoved off your midriff a bit too. Adorable and so alluring.

"Come on, let's go," you whispered. Kai cleared his throat, realizing he hadn't properly spoken to you since your arrival. Yet, he didn't get a chance. You took hold of his hand, slipping your fingers in between before leading him up the staircase as if you were the one who actually lived here. Once again, the boys downstairs made sure to be very vocal about their approval.

As you approached the top of the staircase, he noticed your body still. Time for him to take charge. He tugged on your hand a bit before he took the lead. "I got it from here, y/n," he chuckled. "Ah, he speaks," you teased before squeezing his hand affectionately. Kai was grateful to be in front of you so you couldn't see his red cheeks.

Soon, you were in his room. He allowed you to enter first before closing the door behind him. His thumb pushed the lock button before he slowly followed you into the room, eyeing you. He both opened you felt comfortable in his room but he was eagerly taking you in.

You were a work of art in his eyes. Your hair was flowing down your back in loose waves. He adored the little freckles and moles that covered your cheeks. His imagination was starting to get the better of him as he began to wonder what you were hiding underneath your clothes.

However, you brought him back to reality as you grabbed his hand. "Kai, sweetie, wanna come join me in the moment?" You asked softly.

He didn't have to be told twice. Kai walked over towards the bed, going to sit towards the front of his bed. Seeing that he followed, you grinned. This was going to be an interesting night.

You slipped your hand out of Kai's so he could comfortably get on his bed. He ran his hands through his hair as he situated himself. He was undoubtedly nervous but also very excited. Dreams really do come true.

"So, what do-" he froze as his eyes finally looked up at you. His jaw fell slightly open to see you had already stripped down to your panties and underwear. He never thought he would get the infamous y/n in his bedroom. Let alone get you half naked.

Seeing your curves for the first time, he was taking in the sight. He was mesmerized but he way your bra was holding up your breasts yet it looked like you were about to spill out of it. His mouth watered seeing your panties hug your hips.

His hands reached out for you. You couldn't help but giggle and slip your hands into his. Kai always took great care of you, so this was no surprise. You allowed him to pull you onto his bed. With his back against his headboard, you straddled and settled into his lap. You let go of his hands so they could rest on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself. His hands resorted to your hips. "Kai, can you take off my bra?"

He nodded his head so fast, you thought it was going to pop off his head. You lead forward to press gentle kisses into the side of his face, working your way down his jawline. You followed it to his neck. All the while, his hands moved from your hips to your upper back. You shivered slightly at the feeling of his fingers, a bit cold yet light. It caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. You could also feel how hard he was becoming against your inner thigh.

Your lips moved down to his neck. Slow and open-mouthed. He groaned lightly at the feeling. His fingers fumbled for the clasp. You thought it was adorable as he seemed to lose focus the moment his breathing hitched when you kissed a particular spot on his neck.

Slowly, you leaned back. Winking at him, you helped guide his hands in the removal of your bra. You let the straps fall down as it was loosened, eventually falling into his lap.

"Like what you see?" You asked softly. His eyes were large as he looked at your breasts. He wasn't even trying to be discreet about it. He couldn't get over that after years of fantasizing about you, he was finally getting to experience what it is like to be intimate. Especially with you.

"Y/n, I fucking love what I see." "You know, I would feel a lot more comfortable if you took off some clothes too."

Of course. He would do anything you asked of him. He began to slip off the hoodie from his body while your fingers began to play with the string of his own sweatpants. Just enough to drive him desperate. But that wasn't hard to do, as Kai as been lusting for you for a while now.

His shirt joined your clothing on the floor. You first lifted your own hips so you could slip your panties off. Once you had loosened his own sweatpants, he pushed them down his thighs. You assisted in discarding his pants by shoving them down his legs so he could kick them off.

You were a bit surprised to see Kai had no boxers on. His cock immediately slapping against his abdomen. Honestly, you weren't sure what to be expecting out of Kai when it comes to his cock, but you weren't disappointed. If anything, it made you a bit eager to have him inside of you.

Kai seemed to be at a loss for words. His jaw hung open once again. You couldn't help but giggle as you scooted back up into his lap. He groaned at the feeling of your exposed pussy against him, feeling how warm and wet you were. Your fingers gently rested on his chin, pushing up. Your other hand ran down the length of his arm.

"Baby boy," you cooed. "Close your mouth. You might catch flies." "I can't help it. Fuck, you're so beautiful. Better than I could ever imagine." "So you think about me while you masturbate?" You asked, a bit of a playful tone in your voice.

His eyes shot to yours, away from your breasts that seemed to bounce with each breath you took. How the fuck did you know that?

You allowed your hand that was on his arm to slip down gently, making sure your feather was light. "So, lesson number one. You always want to make sure the girl you hook up with his wet enough."

"Y/n, you're cute. I've watched porn before. I don't need a step by step tutorial," he whined out.

You giggled and nodded. Kai decided to take the initiative. This was practically a one-in-a-lifetime experience. He didn't want to look back on his night and instantly regret it. With your hand guiding his, he instantly moved his hand to push your thighs a bit more apart.

His fingers at first ran up your inner thigh. This time, your breathing hitched which helped his confidence boost. He liked knowing you were enjoying yourself, even if the two of you were just getting started. Slowly, his fingers ran up until he go to touch your pussy.

At the first touch, he honest to God thought he was going to cum. You were so wet already. His fingers ran up and down your pussy gently, not wanting to be too rough. You shivered at the feeling. A soft whimper left your lips as you felt his calloused fingertips from playing guitar against your pussy. "Kai, can you please finger me?" You whimpered. "H-How many fingers?" He asked nervously.

You giggled at him. You found him too adorable but he didn't want you to see him as adorable. He wanted you to be as enchanted by him as you. Kai's biggest fear was you ending up regretting this night.

Deciding not to wait for your instructions, he slipped two fingers into you. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, tilting your head back. "Yes, Kai, baby." The sound of the petname made his cock twitch. It was innocent yet coming from your lips meant everything. He thrusted his fingers into you slowly at first until he realized he was yearning to hear you whimper. He decided to try something out he watched in a porn video once. His fingers curled inward which caused you to moan out. Perfect.

He gently kept curling and uncurling his fingers. This time, your jaw dropped and your eyes fluttered shut. Pleasure coursed through your body. He spread his two fingers, groaning himself now as he felt how tight you were. God, you were perfect to him.

In response, your hand on his face moved to grip the hair on the back of the hair. That night, Kai learned that he loved the feeling of his hair being touched. Or maybe it was just the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

"Faster, please," you begged softly. His heart trembled before abiding by your request. He began moving his fingers faster and a bit deeper. His knuckles are now in your pussy. Your pussy was practically sucking in his whole hand. But this wasn't how you wanted to cum. You didn't want to get too overstimulated and to enjoy the feeling of Kai fucking you.

Your hand moved to rest on his, squeezing to try to get him to stop his motions. Afraid he had hurt you, his eyes shot up to your face. "Y/n, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did I go too fast? Fuck, I'm so sorry." He was a blabbering mess, which you found endearing. Your heart swelled as you nodded. That just made him panic even more as he didn't know what you were nodding yes to. "Kai, sweetie, I'm okay," you promised him. Your tone was light, breathless from the pleasure coursing through your body as your pussy walls indeed were squeezing Kai's fingers. He wanted to believe you but he was still hesitant. "I just need your dick inside me, please."

There was no doubting what you said that time. He slowly moved his fingers away from your pussy. He eyed down at your pussy, almost lost in the moment. He noticed the way his fingers glistened due to your wetness causing his dick to twitch with attention.

You couldn't help but take matters into your hands. You just needed him. One of your hands moved back to his shoulder, using it as leverage and also squeezing it reassuringly. Your other hand took a hold of his hand, which sent Kai into a moaning mess. Your touch was light, yet so warm and so heavenly. He could never jerk himself off after experiencing your touch.

You gently moved Kai's cock until his tip pressed against your pussy, both of you craving the closeness. His cock wanting to slip in, but he respected that you were in charge here. He didn't want to make any sudden moves that could risk ending this right before you two get started.

Before Kai could even speak, even check in to see if you were comfortable, you slid down onto his length. You both moaned out at the sensation. Kai has never experienced something so magical. Your pussy lips wrapped around his cock, enveloping him. You, on the other hand, never felt someone stretch you out so deliciously. "Fuck Kai," you breathed out.

Kai trembled at the feeling of your pussy walls around his cock. So warm. So wet. So tight. He's never experienced something so heavenly before. If this was the way he perished, with your pussy clinging onto his cock, he'd die a happy man.

Cautiously, you began to move your hips up and down his cock. You were testing the waters. Not wanting to overstimulate the poor guy, especially since this was his first time. Yet, you were getting needier by the passing moment as his cock was stationary inside of you.

His head rolled back, fingers digging into your hips. You were at his mercy. He was overwhelmed in the best way by feeling how you moved up and down his cock.

And to you, you were mesmerized by the sight in front of you. His chest was rising and falling. His curly brown hair was sticking to his forehead from being so worked up. He had to close his eyes for a moment, resting his eyelashes against his soft cheeks. You've never been with a man who seemed that captivated by you, both physically and emotionally. It made your heart swell.

You whimpered loudly as Kai reached the parts of you no man has ever before. You moaned out his name which seemed to make him harder, even if that was possible. He tried helping you move up and down his cock a bit faster, wanting to make sure you both were feeling good.

"H-How is it, baby?" He asked nervously, biting on his lower lip. You wanted to melt and cry from how adorable he was in such a heated moment.

Both of your hands cupped his face. Your thumbs caressed his flushed cheeks, gazing into his eyes. "So fucking perfect, Kai," you breathed out.

You normally weren't the type to take the lead like this. But something about Kai screamed that you should. You saw it as the opportunity to make him feel the best he's ever felt. Deep down, you've always recognized that Huening Kai viewed you in a special light. Getting to see him so vulnerable just sent your heart racing.

His eyes weekend as he felt his cock twitching furiously and that tight feeling in his abdomen. He didn't want this moment to dent. He wanted to die buried in your sweet pussy. "Y/n," he whimpered. "I-I'm sorry, I'm close. I can hold off if you need me to," he tried rationalizing. How cute.

Shaking your head, you whimpered as your walls got tighter around him. You were there with him. You were here in the moment with him. "N-No Kai, sweetie, it's ok. We'll cum together," you whimpered. He looking all over, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to do as you didn't stop your hips. Taking note, you giggled and leaned forward. "It's okay to cum in me, Kai. I have an IUD," you murmured, kissing the corner of his lips.

He groaned hearing you. His grip tightened as he began to thrust up into you, wanting to bring you as much pleasure as possible. With him so deep inside of you, you felt like you could see the stars. There was nothing better than this.

Soon, both of you felt that feeling in your abdomens snap. You cried out in pleasure as Kai moaned out, his forehead moving to rest on your shoulder. Your toes curled, body shook. He was trembling as he held you close. Hot spurts of his cum coating your insides.

The heavy breathing from the two of you filled the room. His cock started to soften inside of you but you two couldn't bring yourselves to move. Your hand moved up to play with the curls on the back of his head while his fingers ran up and down your body soothingly, almost as if he was trying to help the tremors out of your system.

"Thank you so much," he whispered against your skin.

You couldn't help but giggle. Your lips found his forehead, leaving a lingering kiss. "What are friends for."