#something something some things never change

[poisonofthepaint]

thinking of you

jack broke up with you because he said you needed someone younger. yet, he's still offended when he hears you're going on a date with someone else. you show up to his apartment to set the record straight.

cw: MDNI, make up sex to the max, pinv, no protection, kind of angsty but like not really, reader is independent and sort of snappy (for good reason), nipple sucking, pet names (angel, honey, sweetheart), not sure what else lmk if you see anything!

a/n: i wrote this off two beers so i'm gonna say i proofread it, but who knows...

wc: 2k

Jack didn't get pissed off. Sure, he would get mildly annoyed. He could snap. But he was never filled with unbridled rage. He could contain himself, calm himself down. He learned it in the military. He knew you couldn’t fight as well if you were angry, it clouded your judgement too much, you have to keep, at least a little bit, of a level head.

But tonight, Jack was pissed off. Robby had told him you had a date tonight. He told Jack over text, saying he, ‘figured he should know.” Jack couldn’t decide if he was thankful for the message or not.

That is what he said to you, when it ended. That you needed someone your own age. That you needed to get out there and act your age. It wasn’t good to work with someone and date them, act older than you need to. It was self-defense, he later realized. He was insecure about himself, and what he could or could not give you, so he ended it. He couldn’t believe you had listened to his incoherent ramblings. What he said made no sense, and he knew that now, but he also knew he had to take a step back and leave you the hell alone. He had fucked up, that was for sure. Begging for you back, when you had no reason to come back, would be even more fucked up.

He was regretting that mentality right now, all he wanted to do was call you. To tell you to come home. To come back to him. That guy didn’t know how to treat you, he didn’t know what you needed. He was only there to get in your pants. You were far too fucking intelligent for some immature douchebag. Jack knew what you needed, he was the only one who knew how to treat you right. He would give anything for you. This kid would not. Jack didn’t even need to know his name to know that.

Jack’s finger hovered over the call button on your contact. He tried to think of some emergency to get you to come see him instead of being on that date. But he couldn’t think of anything. There was no reason, fake or real, why you shouldn’t be on that date. 

He sighs, puts down his phone, sits in his recliner. His cushy chair, one of the only things he has splurged on in his life, faces the window, which overlooks the city. The buildings sparkle at him. It’s around seven, usually he’d be at work by now, but it was his day off. He wishes it wasn’t, he wishes that he had something to distract him. He thinks about grabbing his go bag, thinks about changing into what he wears under his scrubs and telling Shen and Ellis to just leave him the hell alone and let him work. But, he hears you in the back of his head, telling him to slow down, telling him to wait a moment, to sit with what he’s thinking instead of shoving it down.

So that’s what he does. He sits. And he thinks. And he fucking prays to whoever is listening. That you’re safe. That you’re having an okay time. That maybe you’ll come back. Even though he’s a piece of shit. Even though he’s the one who told you to leave. You’re just following his orders, after all. 

Three small, basically unhearable, knocks strike his door. He pushes off his chair with a sigh, thankful he didn’t take off his prosthetic yet. He figures it’s a neighbor, he lives by a lot of older women who tend to check up on him. 

He opens the door with a force, but his eyes get heavy when he realizes it’s you standing there. 

“Did he fucking hurt you?” Jack thunders.

“What? How do you even know where I was?”

“Answer me.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me. He just–”

“You’re scaring me a bit, sweetheart.”

You let out a long breath, Jack has both of his hands on your shoulders, giving you the eye exam of a lifetime.

“He didn’t hurt me, he’s just not you. He’s too, spritely. Too eager. I don’t know.”

Jack fights a smile, he bites the inside of his cheek. “No one is me.”

“Not the time to be fucking cocky, Jack. We need to seriously talk.”

The smile he was fighting fades from his face. He becomes pale, his heart is tachy. 

“You fucked me up real good. You told me I was wrong about something that felt so right–” you say, crossing your arms and staring. You’ve entered the apartment at this point. You stand at the island in the kitchen.

He cuts you off. “I was wrong. I’m wrong. You’re what I need. I need you more than I need work, and I’ve never said that about anything.” 

Jack swipes a hand over his face, crossing the room to come stand in front of you. “I was scared, I was being a fucking pussy. Worrying about what people would think, worrying about you.”

“I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” you state firmly.

“I know that. I know that. Please, give it another go with me. I won’t fuck it up. I won’t. I see what it’s like now. I see it. I hear it. Loud and clear.” he’s inches from your face, holding you at your hips. 

You don’t move just yet. Your eyes scan his, you're used to his eye contact by now. You’re searching for any signs of lying, any signs of unseriousness, but there isn’t any. Jack gives you a sharp nod. His eyes are so sharp, you think that they could cut daggers into yours.

You swiftly nod back, just once. Up and down. And that’s all it takes.

Jack’s lips are on yours before you can inhale. All teeth and tongue, he wastes no time showing you how much he missed you. The grip at your hips tightens, and he pulls you closer to him, so that your hips grind against his. So that your stomach can feel his abs through the worn gray cotton t-shirt he has on. You try not to notice that it’s the shirt you would sleep in when you slept over, but you do. Because he’s a sentimental man, because he’s obviously been punishing himself with his memories of you.

He comes up for air and shakes his head at you. “Thank you.” he kisses you again.

“Thank me?” you query.

“Thank you for coming back. You know what I need.”

“You know what I need. I never had to fucking ask for anything. You just knew. Before I did.” you admit.

“You know me too. You know me better than anyone does, angel.”

You pull his face back to yours. Eager to feel his lips after a long five months. 

He grabs your hips again, hoisting you up onto him. You wrap around his midsection. The friction from your jeans rubs you just right and you moan into Jack.  

“Tell me more,” is all he says in response. 

You groan. “I didn’t miss your old man jokes.”

“Yes you did, that’s why you’re here.”

He lays you back in the bed and doesn’t give you a chance to respond. The kisses become more fervent as he pushes the gym shorts off of himself. You make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, along with your underwear. 

You and Jack didn’t need to talk it through any more. You were on the same page. You just understood it. You two could go hours without speaking, and still say a million words to each other. 

It’s like at work, all you had to do was shoot him a look and he understood. When a patient wasn’t going to make it, when something suspicious was going on, when something hysterical was going on, but you couldn’t laugh. You didn’t need words to convey how you were feeling. And if your eyes weren’t going to tell him tonight, your cunt definitely was. You could feel yourself dripping onto his sheets. 

“I don’t think I have any condoms. I–” Jack’s eyes dance around his minimalistic bedroom.

“I don’t care. I’m clean, you’re clean. Please, I need it.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He lines himself up, groans at the wet spot on the bed. And then he goes in. One long, deep, thrust. He bottoms out. You throw your head back onto the pillows before you’re reminded of his ‘thing’. Your eyes snap up at him and he grins. A cheshire smile. One that you couldn’t forget if you tried. 

His cock curves inside you like you’re two puzzle pieces. You clench around him until he has to ask you to let up.

He sets his pace. Long, deep, hard. Jack wasn’t one to fuck fast. He needed to enjoy it. To soak it all in. To feel you, to remember every inch of your walls. He wanted to always remember each individual fuck. What sets them apart? How did you look when you came this time versus the other fifty times? He once told you he thought about starting a sex journal so he could become the best at getting you off. 

Jack has about zero thoughts in his head that don’t surround around making you finish. He wants it like a prisoner wants an escape. He feels like he just saw his parole officer and they set him free, or put him on house arrest, he’s sure he’s not completely out of the dog house, but none of that matters to him now.

He’s inside you, and you’re making the noises he’s dreamt about every night since you left. “That’s it, pretty girl. That’s it.”

You clench again, hard. “I wanna– fuck– be on top.”

He doesn’t respond, just flips you over.

You straddle his waist and he pulls you in closer, sucking on your pert nipple. Jack guides your hips up and down before giving into what he really wants to do. 

Instead of moving you, he holds you still, opting to drive his cock up into you. You hiss, make a noise between a groan and a squeal. You bury your head into his shoulder and it moves you impossibly closer to him. 

He shifts so that one arm has a hold of your waist. The other comes between your two bodies, searching for your clit. He finds it, without looking, and rubs sharp circles that follow his pace on it. Your head flies back. 

“Fuck I’m—”

“Yup, me too, honey. C’mon, let me have it. Let it all go.”

You gasp at the feeling. It rushes out of you almost as soon as you recognize the tight knot in your stomach.  You can’t control your noises anymore, and neither can Jack.

He comes with you, burying his cock into your heat. He groans, over and over, and then pants.

You hum against him, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He moves so he can place a kiss on yours, a sweet one, to tell you you’re okay.

Neither of you make any effort to move, pleased to stay intertwined after being separated.

“What was his name?”

“Here come the questions. Can’t you let me enjoy this?”

“Never,” Jack quips. He shoots you a look, waiting for his answer.

“His name is Jack.”

His face turns pale, all jokes leave his brain, “You went on a date with someone who has my name?”

“I thought it would make the transition easier! I was hoping you wouldn’t ask!” you shake your head in shame. 

“How old was he?”

“Oh my god. That I am not answering. It doesn’t matter. The whole time I just thought about you, and your bullshit excuses for ending it. Telling me I need someone younger, c’mon.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Forgotten. We’re here now. Just don’t ever fucking do it again. I hate working day shift.” your face lights up. “Is that how you found out? Did Robby say something to you?”

Your mouth falls open at Jack’s cackling. 

“So old men gossip too, got it. This is fucked.” 

Jack shakes his head at you, calms himself down. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here.”

“You don’t have to. I know.”

[joeldarling]

Summary: Just a bunch of oldman!Joel thoughts, sweet and a bit spicy.

Word count: 353.

A/N: MDNI! English it’s not my first language so I apologize in advance for any typos or spelling mistakes. That’s just a soft thing, I’m totally obsessed with peepaw Joel. Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! In my masterlist you can also see other works and for more spicy you can see here. 💌

Joel is a morning person, you know that, but ever since the whole thing between you two started, he always waits for you to wake up before leaving the house for patrol, filling your face with kisses and sometimes, something more.

He makes coffee while you make the toasts. He's not much of a talker, but you're not in the habit of striking up conversation in the morning either. You sit on his lap, snuggling close while he silently reads the newspaper.

You get changed together. Joel never stops staring at your body, but he has to restrain himself. Despite being in his sixties, he has more energy than any other man you've ever been with, and nights with Joel are always long enough that you both wake up completely exhausted the next day.

He almost never manages to be on time, so you're always late, panting. While he takes care of outdoor activities, you help out at the small town library and tend to your vegetable garden for potential trades with the locals.

When Joel returns at night, you have dinner with the rest of the residents. On some nights, you stop by the Tipsy Bison for a stronger drink, although you only get drunk on his lips, not being a big fan of alcohol.

Upon returning home, Joel and you share a shower with the excuse of saving hot water. He satisfies you with his warm lips, and you busy yourself running your fingers through his gray curls, moaning Joel's name in a sultry way.

The day only ends when he is completely satisfied with you, painting you white with his cum all over your face and your pussy, telling how much of a good girl you are to him and how he would love to put a baby inside of you. When you and him head to bed, Joel asks you to sleep completely naked, he likes to feel your body against his and you don’t protest. He falls asleep holding your breasts in a possessive way and when you wake up by the morning, he’s already inside of you.

[luvxkdrama]

— solace

pairing : yeon sieun x reader

warnings : angst

word count : 2.2k

summary : Sieun never thought he’d find solace in someone — until you quietly made your way into his life.

a/n : i’m so inspired to write a few more sieun fanfics but exam season is hitting hard right now

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You had been dating Sieun for a while now, and even though you were naturally affectionate and bold about it, there were still invisible lines he didn’t easily let others cross — not out of coldness, but something more quiet and private about him.

One of those lines was sleepovers.

You had joked about it plenty of times, teasing him with your playful grins, but he always shook his head with that tiny, closed-off smile that said “Not yet.”You respected it. You never pushed.

Tonight, though, was different.

You both had spent the evening studying at his place, notes and books spread across the coffee table, lost in each other's quiet company. It was only when you blinked back at the clock, realizing how late it had gotten, that you started packing up. You reached for your bag when Sieun, still sitting cross-legged on the floor, looked up and said in a low voice,

“You can stay.”

You froze for a second, blinking at him.

He must've seen the surprise flash across your face because he immediately added,

“Just sleep here. It's late.”

His hand gestured lazily to the couch before he stood up, disappearing into his room without giving you time to overthink it.

When he came back, he handed you some of his clothes — a soft oversized hoodie and a pair of loose sweatpants. His fingers brushed yours briefly.

“These should be more comfortable” he said without meeting your eyes.

You smiled up at him, feeling your chest squeeze with warmth, but you didn’t tease him like you usually would.

“Thanks, Sieun.”

You didn’t miss the way his shoulders relaxed slightly.

After changing, he brought you a pile of pillows and a heavy blanket, neatly laying them out on the couch without a word. You flopped onto it dramatically, making him roll his eyes lightly but not without his lips curling slightly upwards.

“Good night.” you said, giving him a mock salute.

“Night.” he replied, voice soft, before retreating into his room and quietly closing the door behind him.

You stared at the ceiling in the dim light for a moment, your heart too full and light all at once.

It was around 3 a.m. when you shifted on the couch, the blanket slipping slightly off your shoulder. You blinked a few times, your mind still heavy with sleep, when you noticed a faint strip of light leaking from the crack of Sieun’s bedroom door.

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, confusion clouding your still-drowsy brain.

You frowned, pushing the blanket aside and getting to your feet. The hardwood floor was cool against your toes as you made your way across the living room.

You hesitated for a second in front of his door, thinking he was perhaps still studying.

Just as you were about to lightly knock, you paused.

There was a sound.

Quiet at first, almost hidden.

You leaned closer without thinking, your ear near the door.

And that’s when you heard it —

Soft, choked sounds.

Sobs.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

You immediately pulled back, unsure what to do. A lump formed in your throat at the thought of Sieun — always so composed, so unreadable — curled up behind that door with the weight of something too heavy for him to carry alone.

Without giving yourself more time to overthink it, you gently pushed the door open. It creaked softly, and Sieun, sitting on the floor leaned against his bed, stiffened and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, trying to pretend like nothing happened.

He didn’t even look at you.

“Go back to sleep.” he muttered hoarsely, voice raw and shaky.

You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. You wanted to help, but you weren’t sure what the right thing was. You didn’t want to invade his space, but you couldn’t bear to leave him alone in this state.

You glanced around the room, feeling like you should do something — anything — to comfort him.

Without thinking too much, you quietly slipped out of the room. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and then opened the bathroom cabinet to find a washcloth. You dampened it with cold water, just enough to make it soothing but not too cold.

When you returned to his room, you didn’t say anything, just you sank down onto the floor next to him, setting the water and the cloth on the floor beside him. You hesitated, then placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck, the cool cloth against his warm skin.

His breath caught, but he didn’t pull away.

You carefully draped the cloth over his neck, smoothing it down gently.

“Here,” you whispered. “It’ll help.”

Sieun’s hands were still clasped tightly in his lap, but his body seemed to relax just a little, the tremors slowing. You felt him lean into the cold fabric just slightly, as if the smallest of comforts were enough to break through his defenses.

You sat beside him, not sure what else to say. You didn’t have the words to take away the pain, but you didn’t have to. Just your presence was enough, and slowly, Sieun began to steady his breathing.

You both sat in silence for a few more minutes, the only sound being the quiet rustling of the cloth. You noticed his shoulders were a little less tense, and his grip on the blanket had loosened.

“I’m sorry,” Sieun’s voice was barely above a whisper, still thick with emotion. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You shook your head, your heart aching for him.

“You don’t have to apologize for this. Everyone has moments when they break down,” you said softly, squeezing his hand gently, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice.

Sieun didn’t respond right away, but you could feel him exhale slowly, like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

You both remained seated on the floor for a little while longer. After a while, Sieun shifted slightly, and his voice, though still a bit hoarse, broke the silence.

“It’s like this every night.” he said, his gaze still cast downward, focusing on the way his hands were folded tightly in his lap. “I can’t sleep. Not really.”

You watched him closely, a sense of concern bubbling in your chest. His words hung heavy in the air, the vulnerability in his voice unmistakable.

“Even sleeping pills don’t help,” he continued, sounding more defeated than you’d ever heard him before. “I’ve tried. But... nothing works. It’s always like this.”

Your heart ached for him, and the way his shoulders sagged made it clear how exhausted he was, not just physically, but emotionally as well. You reached out instinctively, placing a hand on his arm in a soft gesture of support.

“This is why I didn’t want to do sleepovers. I don’t want you to see me like this and worry about me.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, your heart breaking at the thought of him suffering in silence every night.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Sieun. I’m here. I want to be here for you.” you said gently, your voice steady and reassuring.

Sieun looked at you for the first time since the conversation began, his eyes tired but searching. For a brief moment, you saw a vulnerability in them that you hadn't noticed before. He didn’t say anything right away, as if processing your words. Then, after a beat, he spoke again, quieter this time.

“I’m not good at asking for help,” he admitted, his voice low, as if it took all the strength he had to say it. “But... I guess it’s nice to have someone who cares.”

You smiled softly, gently squeezing his hand. “You don’t need to ask. You already have me.”

There was a long pause, and then, slowly, Sieun finally let out a small, breathy laugh. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And it made your heart lift, just a little.

“You really do know how to make things better, don’t you?” he asked, a small, but sincere smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You gave him a teasing grin. “I try.”

He chuckled again, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a little. The sadness and worry that had weighed on him for so long were still there, but for a brief moment, you saw a glimpse of the Sieun you always knew—someone who could smile, even if just a little.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his eyes soft as they met yours. “I don’t think I tell you that enough.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me. Just let me be here for you, okay?”

He nodded slowly. Even though he still seemed exhausted, the tension in his body had begun to soften.

“You should get some rest.” you said softly, hoping he’d let himself relax.

You looked down at your watch and realized how much time had passed, feeling it was probably late enough for you to head back to the couch. You didn’t want to intrude on his space any longer. Slowly, you began to stand up, preparing to leave the room quietly.

But just as you were about to step away, you felt a gentle tug on your wrist.

You looked down, surprised, to find Sieun looking up at you. His hand was still loosely wrapped around your wrist, and there was a softness in his gaze that you hadn’t expected.

“Stay,” he said quietly, his voice almost shy. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

You blinked in surprise, looking at him for a moment before a small smile tugged at your lips. The vulnerability he’d shown tonight, paired with the genuine request, made your heart swell.

“I thought you might want some space,” you murmured softly, still standing by his side. “I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing lightly against your wrist as if to reassure you.

“You’re not overstaying,” he replied, his voice quiet but sincere. “I want to be with you tonight.”

You looked at him, the sincerity in his words making it impossible to turn away. Without a word, you nodded and sat back down beside him on the floor, this time a little closer.

“I can stay as long as you need.” you said, your voice gentle, offering him comfort the way you knew best.

Sieun looked at you for a long moment, before a small, tired smile crept onto his face. “Thank you.”

You reached out and laced your fingers through his, your hand warm against his cold ones. He squeezed it back gently.

As the minutes passed, the heavy air in the room lifted, if only slightly.

And then, to your surprise, after a few minutes, you felt a soft weight on your shoulder. Sieun’s head had gently dropped there, his breathing steadying. His eyes fluttered closed as he slowly relaxed into your side.

You didn't move, letting him rest against you, unsure whether it was the comfort of your presence or his exhaustion that had finally led him to this moment.

You took a deep breath, your gaze softening as you reached behind you for the blanket that had been draped across his bed earlier.

With a quiet movement, you pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it around Sieun first before pulling it higher over yourself. The warmth of the blanket wrapped around you both, and you stayed there, in the stillness, simply letting the silence be a comfort.

There, with his head gently resting on your shoulder, you felt the quiet security of the moment—the kind that didn't need words to make it special.

You smiled softly to yourself, your heart warm despite the heaviness of the night. Carefully, you tilted your head and gently rested it over his, closing your eyes.

The room fell into a quiet peace, the two of you huddled together under the blanket, finally allowing yourselves to rest—not alone, but together.

And for the first time in a long while, Sieun let go of the weight he carried in his heart — even if just for one night — and allowed himself to simply rest, feeling safe, feeling loved.

In your arms, he had finally found solace.

[jlle-marie]

Nothing in my head except the unhurried life Levi would finally get to experience after the war. And the unhurried sex you both finally get to indulge in — Post-war Levi / Fem Reader | cw: set in canon, established relationship, very soft and sweet, fluff and smut (wc: 2.7k~)

The afternoon sun poured gently through the open window, casting a warm, golden haze across the room. The curtains shifted with the breeze, letting in the scent of sun-warmed earth and something faintly floral. The kind of fragrance that clings to your long afternoons with Levi, when time seems to stretch, weightless and unhurried.

It started with slow afternoons at home. The couch. The bed. Anywhere comfortable for these quiet moments you both began to crave.

It didn’t feel like losing time.

For Levi, spending an entire day indoors felt unnatural. He tried not to make a habit of it, but it was so peaceful and so, so soothing to his weary body — a kind of comfort neither of you, especially him, had ever truly known. He never thought he would see the day where an afternoon would be entirely dedicated to lying in bed, talking or just reading with you.

But just like that, he was slowly starting to get used to it.

You were reclined against the headboard, not quite sitting up, the thin strap of your tank top had slipped loose, baring the smooth slope of your shoulder where the light lingered.

A book rested in your hands, open but forgotten for a moment as your gaze drifted, half-lidded, to the man beside you. Levi lay sprawled at your side, his head resting against the slope of your stomach, just low enough that your ribs lifted gently with each breath.

His own book was open too, balanced carelessly on his chest. The sunlight did him every kind of favor. Kissing and softening his dark strands where they splayed across your skin.

Levi shifted, turning his face just enough to press a gentle kiss to your lower stomach, where your top had ridden up. Right where his head had been resting before.

You smiled to yourself. Savoring the lingering warmth that spread slowly from where his lips had touched, long after he’d settled back against you.

Letting the silence stretch just a beat longer, you finally spoke in a quiet, teasing voice. “Hm, what was that for?”

Levi huffed, a quiet breath of amusement and didn’t answer right away.

“You complaining?” His eyes stayed on the page, still pretending to read. Though you could see his focus wavering. The way his thumb hovered near the edge but never turned the page.

“Oh, you know I would never.” You smiled, your own book dipping slightly as your fingers drifted down, tracing lightly through his hair.

Levi smiled and leaned into your touch with a contented exhale, finally tipping his head back just enough to catch your gaze.

He moved the book aside, his free hand lifting your top just enough to bare a little more of your stomach skin, his arm coming to rest across your waist. You could feel the subtle strength in his embrace, the kind that always made you feel safe. Reminding you that even now, after everything he has been through, some things about him would never change.

“Like I need a reason? If you want compliments then your skin is soft — like always. The sun warmed it nicely. And you smell good, that new soap suits you,” he said, voice low and lazy.

“And because you love me,” you quickly quipped but he saw through your little game and wouldn’t give in so easily.

“You know, my book was interesting too.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

With a deliberate nod, he continued. “Not as much as you, though.”

Finally a small victory.

“Why?” you asked, voice light with amusement.

“Because you’re beautiful. I never get tired of looking at you.” He answered, his voice softening in a way that made your chest tighten. But you weren’t still perfectly satisfied.

“Beautiful?” you echoed, grinning as you struggled to contain your amusement.

He sighed inwardly. You really were getting spoiled, he thought fondly. “Exquisite,” he corrected himself.

You tugged gently at his hair, earning a soft chuckle from him this time, clearly entertained by your determination. But the expectant glint in your eyes and your smug little smile — he had already lost.

“I do love you,” he murmured against your skin.

To your surprise, intimacy grew between you. A new kind of one. There were many things to adjust in your life now, many changes, but something changed. Everything became a pretext for affection. Both of you needed more physical connection. Levi knew you by heart. The little things that made you who you were, what you loved, what you didn’t. And now, having the time to discover it all even more deeply, it quickly became his favorite thing.

That… and your body. Worshipping it, exploring it in the ways he’d always wished before.

Just everything about you.

When it came to more serious things, though, there was always a flicker of hesitation in him — a hint of nervousness. Something you’d never seen in him before. His body was injured. He wasn’t sure what he could still do or what limits he now had. But now you have time. Time to figure it all out together.

Yet today, something in his demeanor was different. He seemed more confident.

And he desired you.

You could feel it by the way he kept kissing your stomach. The way his breath came warmer, heavier now, fanning over your skin between each lingering kiss. The way he thumbed your ribs, your chest, trying to memorize you by touch. By the way he untied your shorts to reach lower destinations. The way his fingers gently parted your thighs — to which your legs immediately gave in.

“I want you… a lot,” you mumbled. Oh you were weak, so weak for him, especially when he was the one to take the lead. Just a few touches from his lips and hands were all it took for your fingers to twist in his hair.

“Want you too… always want you,” he answered slowly into your skin between kisses, his gaze dragging up to meet yours.

It was so satisfying for him to see you so affected, he always felt grateful for it. He cherished every one of your reactions, every single sound. He cherished you, valued you so, so much. His hands slid higher under your top, cupping the soft weight of your breasts, feeling the hardening nipples against his palms. You breathed in, moaning softly and he was already in complete awe of your body’s responses.

Soon enough, what little skin was exposed had nothing more to offer. And there were still far too many layers between you, much to both your dismay. Levi’s hands made quick work of your clothing, pushing your top up and over your head, then tugging your shorts down — followed closely by his owns.

In a matter of moments, you were bare before him except for your panties. Levi’s fingers brushed against the lace fabric, sliding lower until they met the dampness that had already gathered here. Realizing how needy you already were. Moist lips moved languidly along your inner thigh, while the pad of his thumb circled your clit. With just, just enough pressure to draw the prettiest gasps and moans from your lips and the cutest buck from your hips.

“Don’t move,” he rasped, his voice caught between a warning and a sigh, as if you were interrupting his pleasure.

“You’re teasing…” you whispered.

As if he had a reason to stop. No, not when you whimpered like that for him. He nipped the skin of your inner thigh, soothing it with the flat of his tongue.

“I’m not,” he answered, meeting your eyes with a small smile. “No more rushing. I don’t ever want to rush it now.”

He was right. Oh sure he was. And you didn’t want to rush him either. But the building heat between your thighs told a different story. You reached out to gently stroke his hair to which he hummed softly.

With one final sloppy kiss, Levi pulled back and shimmered your panties down your legs. “But alright, I’ll give you what you want.” He knew it wouldn’t be enough, not today. Not enough to fulfill his needs for you. Neither to make you feel as good as you needed to. You both needed more.

So instead of leaning between your thighs again, he leaned back from you. Laying fully on his back, head resting over a pillow. “Come here...” he said, grabbing your hips and guiding you until you’ve got a knee either side of his face. “It will be more comfortable for me.”

You glanced down at his face with wide eyes. “You won’t be able to breathe!” You wanted to worry about him but it was also so, so good already. His warm breath brushing against your heated, intimate skin. And at the very first, slightest friction you fought the urge to grind down harder against him. Sensing your hesitation, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. Tugging you down and pressing you more firmly against his mouth. Tongue, lips and nose working together, stimulating all the right places at the same time.

“Levi,” you yelped, your fingers curling in his hair to pull his head back slightly and he looked almost offended. “Don’t hold back. I’m not that weak,” he quipped. It pulled a small laugh from your lips just before he yanked you down again and urged your movements.

At the first roll of your hips, his gaze flicked up to yours, strikingly expressive. That burning intensity, such need, such love. Like you were offering him the greatest gift and he was devoted to showing his gratitude. Words were impossible for you to form, the back and forth of your hips grinding against his mouth, his nose, were only spilling a mess and sighs from your lips.

In this moment, he wished he still saw the world with both eyes — if only to witness the way pleasure bloomed across your face.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, the words muffled against your flesh. “Exactly like that.” It spurred him on, his own hips rocking up behind you involuntarily. And if you weren’t holding the headboard so desperately you’d already have reached behind and wrapped one hand around his length, just to hear his groans. To feel more of his slippery moans vibrating against you. Judging by the soft, uncontrolled buck of his hips, you were sure his tip was already coated, leaking. Oh, how fiercely he was enjoying this — you. And how desperately you wanted him, feel that throbbing length between your thighs, inside you—

Oh, fuck.

Your eyes fluttered closed, hiding from you the pleased expression on his face as he drank in you. Steady hands easing the jerky movements of your hips, silently demanding you to keep going, to take what you needed from him. Your own hands gripping the headboard for support so tightly, seeking more of his mouth, chasing the pleasure he was giving you. Moans of his name and a torrent of praises tumbled from your lips. And honestly, you were glad you two finally lived alone because you were shamelessly loud and he wasn’t exactly quiet either.

Levi guided your hips back gently, shifting you down his body until you were lying on top of him. Wrapping one arm around your trembling form, he stroked your hair, your back. His burning skin gave you all the warmth and comfort you could need. Your hands wandered across every place of his body you could reach.

His hand slid up to your face, tilting your chin so he could look at you. “You’re tired?” he asked, voice a little rough as he caught his breath too.

You shook your head. Your loving gaze roaming his face, taking in his satisfied expression and glistening chin. How truly beautiful he was. Peace looked good on him. It was almost unfair — looking so angelic as if he hadn’t just reduced you to nothing but a breathless mess. Admiring him, you didn’t notice the subtle yet swift flex of his hips until you felt the head of his cock slipping inside you. How sneaky of him. You whined softly in surprise, but he had already entered. Easily, oh so easily.

You laughed softly. “I thought you said we had time…” It was only half serious, you were aching to feel him just as he was. And you couldn’t deny him when he was so desperate for you. You would give him everything and more.

“We do,” he assured, his hand cupping your cheek as little by little, he sheathed fully inside you. Oh he didn’t tell you that it was because he was so close it was almost painful. That he had been on the very edge since your thighs squeezed his face.

So when you enveloped him, he nearly came. His hand moved to the back of your head, dragging you closer, mouth crashing into yours to keep a whimper from slipping out. His heels dug in the mattress to give you slow and deep strokes — enough to perfectly feel you but also not to release everything too quickly. “Feels s’good,” you mumbled. He chased after your lips, finding them again, needing you like air to breathe. “Yeah it does,” he replied into the kiss. “You feel incredible.”

Meeting his thrusts, the pace increased, following the same rhythm you had set above his face earlier. Taking him deep, pulling back and sinking down to engulf him once more. Again and again. Setting for a pace that had you both panting and moaning into each other’s mouth. The sensations blurred together, everything melting away — except the way you were clamping down around him, pulling him deeper and deeper, and the way he was pulsing, stroking your insides relentlessly.

It hit you both at the same time. The pleasure crashed over you, turning everything messy, breathy, desperate. Your hearts pounded in tandem with violent intensity. It dragged out, long and overwhelming — a proof that there was no rush anymore.

Nowhere to be but here.

It took you a while before it started to subside, before the world settled back into focus. Outside, the distant chirping of birds could reach your ears again. The sensation of the sheets beneath you — that probably need a change now — barely registered, and it didn’t matter anyway. The other set was probably already dry on the clothesline outside by now.

It was too good, too easy to just lay on him, your forehead kissed tenderly, your bodies still tangled, his chest rising and falling beneath you. And the flow of sweet nothings that spilled from both your lips. Reminding you that he was no longer a soldier — he belonged to you now. He wanted to. He wanted to be devoted to you. And his time, his warmth, all of him was finally yours to keep.

“…The sheets are a mess, we’ve just changed them,” you finally said, your voice muffled against his skin.

He hummed, pretending to consider it. “Not my fault,” he teased.

You pulled back to glare up at him, incredulous, but you laughed softly. He looked a little too smug for someone who very much had been part of the wreckage. You shifted a little, still a bit boneless and warm from him, and mumbled, “I’ll get the fresh ones.” Before he can argue, you slipped off the bed and threw on Levi’s shirt.

When you returned, the bundle of clean sheets over your arms, you caught Levi’s lazy, satisfied gaze. You started pulling at the messy sheets, trying to gather them at the foot of the bed. You worked efficiently, but with a playfulness that made the mundane task feel intimate. Before you could finish, a firm hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down with a low, amused grunt. You fell on the bed with a soft laugh, the clean sheets forgotten for now, as Levi pulled you against him with greedy hands, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Just the two of you together, tangled in bed — where you belonged.

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[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hey, so sorry to come back to beat a dead horse but. that last comment got to me

If you take care of the smallest detail in your fandom art, that's incredible. It's still free. Should be. Should remain. The comments and kudos and engagement are so, so great, but, and I don't know how to stress this enough,

YOU NEED TO ENJOY WHAT YOU ARE DOING WITHOUT THEM.

You need to be okay engaging in fandom without guaranteed feedback. Is it fair? No. Was fandom created by freaks, for freaks, who wanted to make things for each other anyway? Yes.

I 100% understand the people saying they are writing/creating for the passion and posting for the engagement, but ao3 has already changed so much that this isn't guaranteed anymore.

A lot of newer users think something's going to come out of their work... recognition, validation, opportunities, but anyone who got any level of "fame" are worse for wear: the moment your cringy (I say with love, fandom should be cringe, fandom must remain cringe, praise cringe) fandom work goes boom into the world and outside of the bubble of freaks it was meant for, it becomes content.

That content gets treated with the same terrifying detachment everything else online gets, and it's a nightmare.

I understand the (now deleted) comment comes from a place of frustration, but you're misunderstanding the point.

I am talking about the space, not about devaluing art or labor. I'm saying "this space where things can just exist for free should be protected," not "artists should never be paid."

Not everything online that requires labor should be monetized.

Ao3 (a platform for sharing should happen without forced monetization) is important and rare because it doesn't force anyone into the consumerist mindset. The only goal of ao3 is to share. That's it.

Artists absolutely deserve the choice to ask for compensation. Outside of fandom. Inside fandom? Nope (imo).

Fandom is supposed to be one of the last places where you can give something without it instantly being turned into a product or a target, and even this is dying.

But still, I fight for this stupid, amazing, NECESSARY website. Fans (whether you're makers or readers or lurkers) deserve spaces where they can enjoy and share without being trapped by algorithms and ads and money.

By the way, a lower number of engagement doesn't reflect the quality of the work.​ It depends on the fandom size, the subject matter, how dead your dove is, how alive the fandom is.

If your mindset is, "The truth is: the problem is not who wants to be paid for the work they do, because even the fan's work remains WORK, you worked on that work, you used your time, your skill, you spat blood etc… Nope, YOU are part of the problem, normalizing free work instead of normalizing a salary for artists", then as I so eloquently put it before, it's NOT FOR YOU. Go seek money elsewhere.

GO seek money ELSEWHERE. Go to Tiktok, Youtube, Instagram, Google ads, the REST OF THE FUCKING INTERNET IS THERE FOR YOU TO MAKE MONEY.

Leave my free ao3 and my thousands of hours of free written creation alone.

And god forbid if I ever see you lurking in my comments again saying you have seen "embarrassing works against some noteworthy works" you don't deserve an ao3 account you don't understand what fandom is at all and I'm sorry for you.

Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ lunaris

pairing: werewolf!changbin x f!reader

genre: one-shot, supernatural au, smut

word count: 12,4K

warnings: dom!changbin & sub!reader ⋆ stalking! ⋆ obsessive behavior ⋆ possessiveness ⋆ manipulation ⋆ manhandling! ⋆ size kink! ⋆ small!dry humping ⋆ breading kink! ⋆ knotting! ⋆ monster cock! (yup) ⋆ biting! ⋆ marking ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ squirting! ⋆ fingering (f.receiving) ⋆ mating press!position ⋆ unprotected!sex ⋆ creampie!

summary: you are not alone — from the moment you decided to live in the small house at the edge of a lake, a dark, looming phantom, seemed to follow you wherever you go and you cannot do anything other than to wait and see, what it wants from you…

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Realization. It came over you suddenly, in the middle of the day — sharp and bright. There was this feeling, following you everywhere, finding you in every corner of your new home. You had ignored as best you could, but those invisible pairs of eyes made every hair on your body stand. At first you thought it was just your mind playing thick’s on you. A new place, a new era of your life had begun the moment you settled into this house…all alone. Only with your own thoughts — or so you believed. Until those things, gifts started appearing on your doorstep.

You can still remember the first day you, when moved into your new home — a cabin, surrounded with nothing, but threes and the wilderness. You contemplated if you wanted to take the risk of buying this suspiciously beautiful house in the middle of nothingness, considering that you are a young woman and would be all alone in such dangerous era. However the childhood dream of owning such a home in your adulteress won over any gut feeling in you. The only thing that calmed you a little was the lake surrounding you, but the almost sinister feeling of the forest stretching behind your house, still gives you goosebumps.

It is just, because you were alone, nothing more — just the instinct of being alerted at all times, as you can never know what might be lurking for you outside. You so hoped that this instinct wouldn’t just be an intuition in disguise…

The first few months were taking a toll on you. This seemingly small cabin was in reality too big for just you, making you spend a lot of time at making it seem smaller by buying useless things to fill in the open spaces of your home. The heat of the nearing summer left you almost suffocating, deciding to not leave your window open even a creak, leaving you spending a dozens of restless nights. You can’t lie that you didn’t think you maybe made a mistake, but the more time you spend outside on the small pier on the lake, the more it helped you get use to this new place.

You sometimes do miss the noises of the city — the cars honking, crowds of people loudly talking, but at the end of the day your mind would always seem to wander off, dreaming of something quieter. Life brings you something new in the change of the old and even if it firstly hurts or doesn’t feel right, it will all come together at the end. You do think a lot, or atleast since the time you moved, it was just you now. It helped you grow in some way, over come your fears, but you just couldn’t ignore it anymore. The first couple of times it happened were subtle, but the small hints told you that you are not as alone as you thought your were.

You still remember it, like it was yesterday, the first night you spend in your new home — staring at the clock on your nightstand and counting every minute. Time went by so slow compared to what you now can call your past and you so tried to ignore the window facing you. No curtains put, letting you see and hear the slightly swinging trees of the forest and wind softly whistling outside. Since then you have become so highly aware of everything. Your senses had hightened, it was like you could hear everything around you, see the unimaginable or was it just paranoia? Was the sense of something watching you just your own mind playing tricks on you?

That answer circled your mind every night and every day you spent outside. The first thing that happened that left you freezing in your spot was, when you were at your work. As your teeth hit the metal utensil, staring out the window to the starting rain, you suddenly remembered about your clothes that have been left outside to dry, only realizing that after your hard day of work you will have to do it all over again. However that didn’t happen…When you came home, water still falling from the sky, you quite not in some much hurry came to pick up your propably, completely soiled clothes. Shoes digging in the mud, you stood there in the rain for a moment, eyes strained to the clothesline only to find it empty. Your exhausted self thought that maybe the wind maybe swept it away, in frustration rushing up to the small steps leading to your home to atleast put your things away, before going on a search, only for you to stop dead in your tracks.

Something in that moment — the sudden rush of warmth going over you, made you shake. Somehow your clothes have been put neatly on to the front porch swing and even in the dark you couldn’t see a single wrinkle in sight. You knew that it should have been the first sign that something was here with you, but you chose to ignore it, even if your hands shook, when you pick up your clothes, before rushing inside. You can’t lie that you didn’t sleep that night, you can’t lie that this small thing scared you. But was it? You are certain that it wasn’t yourself, but what would you even say if you told someone? Someone came to my house to pick your laundry so it wouldn’t get ruined from the rain? It was somehow a kind gesture, but it also made shivers go down your spine. Maybe you were blind, maybe someone was living somewhere near you — neighbor perhaps, whom you still had the chance to meet.

It was this…something so subtle, till it wasn’t. You could feel it creeping up on you. What exactly? You are not so sure, maybe your situation and these small things that kept on on adding up, made you a little too paranoid. Every small creak of your wooden home or even the sound of the trees bending against the wind — everything that happened made you so highly aware, however you weren’t quick enough to catch it. The problem is that you didn’t even know what you were searching for. It could be anything and nothing at the same time, but you swear it had to be something…

When summer came, so did its heat. Sweat making your skin slick and hot to the touch. You hadn’t been so happy to have a lake outside of your home until now. You were aware that maybe swimming in said water wasn’t the safest, but it didn’t make you not atleast dip your feet in it. The change of temperature made you shiver, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. The sounds around you for once were peaceful, basking in the singing of birds and the soft air blowing across your heated skin. With your back layed on the pier, eyes closed, you almost slipped into unconsciousness, but then you hear a sound that cut into the blissful rhythm of your relaxing.

Your eyes opened then, staring up in the sky through your sun glasses, your ears almost twitching, when you heard leaves rustling. You didn’t move, didn’t even want to look, in fear it would ruin your sweet and quiet moment. You could tell it came from the shore, a little distance from your layed out body and you did almost let it fly over your head, when your eyes flutter. However, just when your eyes closed slightly, looking down the length of your body, you saw a shadow moving in the distance. The sight made you jump, blinking rapidly, though now it was gone and the only thing left was the sound of something hitting the surface of the water.

You didn’t wait even a second there, not so curious to even look back, pulling your legs out of the water like you were scared that it had already reached you. You ran back to your house with your heart racing, ears still ringing and at that moment the thought of it being an animal all along became the most logical thing.

However there was this one night that you can’t seem to get out of your head — it felt you so frightened and so confused that you believed it must be something out of this world, something that doesn’t have an easy explanation. You had already been ready to fall asleep before it happened. Eyes blinking slowly, tearing up a little from the light of your open laptop, voices of the actors becoming meer whisper as you fight the argue to fall asleep. You didn’t know at that time, why exactly you didn’t let yourself, it was like your own body already knew to rather stay on high alert.

A loud explosion coming from the movie playing on the small screen made you jump wildly, your already almost empty snack falling down your bed. Your body jerking, you already turn to your side to picked up, eyes trailing over the room to search, but your stare stops right on the other. Cold sweat pricks on your body, stilling in fear that makes its way up your throat till it choked out every last breath left in you. You don’t blink — can’t and you thought that if you would it would disappear. Glaring back at you, right outside your bedroom window were sets of glowing eyes, black mass of a silhouette. Of what? You couldn’t make out, but it made you gasp sharply.

The sound you made, which shouldn’t have been heard given to your movie playing in the background and the thick wooden walls of your home, alerted the thing staring at you, like it was till now completely unaware of your frightened gaze. With a blink of an eye you saw it disappear behind your window, but you didn’t miss the loud steps that it took, heavy and fast. Something possessed you there, maybe your own idiocy, because you rushed to your window to open it, lips parting to call out to it. You wanted to know it was real, not just your imagination or a demon haunting you, but only crickets and the soft sounds of outside were heard. Goosebumps appeared on your skin and not so much from the cold air of the outside, as your stare trailed all over the trees, searching. You didn’t even hear those heavy footsteps in the distance, head lowering in defeat and exhaustion only to come across smeared dirt right under your window. You couldn’t make out the stops left behind — human or an animal? But at that moment it felt like the beginning of something and somehow you let it happened…

Windows that you didn’t remember closing, when you left home for work, the flowers you have put outside watered and trimmed, that feeling of something watching you even at day, increasing more at night — the flowers on your doorsteps….You couldn’t stomach it anymore. You didn’t know if you should be frightened to death, but it never seemed like that it wanted to hurt you. It made you go to the nearby dinner in your town to ask the local people, if they maybe knew of someone living in the woods, but they all told you the same — no one lives there other than you. Maybe it was your look of distress then, your hope crushed, leaving you at your starting point, but the lovely, old lady you have been talking to pulled you closer to her again to whisper in your ear. There was this saying that a creature lives in the woods, young people bored and curious searched for it, but never found anything. Such a serious tone and such a strange omen of sorts. The small warning made you frown. Every town has its own legend and you never considered your self a believer of something beyond imaginary, but the words made you shiver. However the thing you saw that night and those gifts maybe just be a two different things…or were they?

That conversation stuck with you. You considered calling the police, but what would you even tell them? Something is doing your chores for you? Takes care of you? They wouldn’t help you. You tried to pull yourself away from it and like it knew the gifts became bigger, more bold. Those flowers, which you always accepted held something so dear that you still couldn’t quite see, only feel and your romantically deprived self pulled them closer to your chest to lay a kiss upon them with your heart. You hated yourself that you couldn’t pull away, it almost became like some sort of routine. Was it an admirer? It should scare you more than it does, but the fear of unknown is more than enough. Your stupid self accepted each and every one of those gifts and with doing so, it only seemed to grow closer.

It is closer — closer than you think.

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Even if you tried, you couldn’t lie to yourself — you were not alone. Yet for the sake of your own inner peace, you longed for someone to talk to you. Until now, you had only yourself and this thing haunting you, but oddly it also helped you understand yourself more. You became proud of yourself and what you had accomplished so far, almost giddy when you called your old friends to come visit you and your new home. You knew you needed to see the better side of everything that had happened — to find some light in it, but it was so difficult, when you could feel its claws digging into the back of your head. Maybe it was something attached to the house long before you arrived. Maybe you just have to live with, till the time comes for you to understand.

Your fingers press at your temple. Your skin hot, slightly slick, a small smile on your lips as your eyes trail over the room. The glass in your hand is half empty, only taking small, short sips, already feeling good enough to know not to spoil it. Your muscles feel not so tense anymore, your mind empty. Your friends sitting across from you on your small couch laugh, the sound mixing in with the soft music you have put on, your playlist already replaced by unknown songs from how much time has passed by.

Your friend — long, dark hair, sitting at the corner of your sofa drowns down her drink, before catching your lingering gaze. “It’s really nice here, Y/N.” She compliments, beaming almost as she rolls her head to look around the room. The words make the other two stop their conversation to nod softly, also glancing at their surroundings like they didn’t notice it before. Your friend smacks her lips together, lipstick already gone and transferred onto the empty glass in her hands. “And the lake—“ She says dreamily and you smile at her tone, which reminded you of yourself, when you first come across this place.

“Thank you.” You voice is little rough, only now realizing you haven’t talk much since they arrived, throat and mouth a little dry from the alcohol.

“Don’t you get bored though…” Wonders your friend, tucking piece of her brown hair behind her ear.

The question leads your mind to wonder a little. “Not really.” You say firstly, shaking your head. “I mean — there are a lot of things I’m still working on –“ You laugh a little, smoothing down your slightly sweaty hairline.

Your friend cuts you off, shaking her head and sitting up a little straighter. “No, I mean — you are here all alone, it must be scary…” She trails off and your smile slightly falls at her words.

You hope your eyes don’t give away how much you agree with her, though there wasn’t a time you felt any danger…just this presence. “Yeah, sometimes…” You say, voice quiet, tapping your fingers on the glass of your drink. The small silence makes you a little fidgety, pushing your drink to your lips to keep yourself occupied. You don’t even fully take a sip, just wetting your lips as your eyes look up to their faces which clearly show the need for you to continue. “At first it was scary, I couldn’t even sleep — you know, new place, new bed.” You exhale, quite shakily, but you do put back a smile on your face. “But I got used to it…yeah.”

Your gaze falls from them to the vase on your table and the expression, which just faintly flashes across your face isn’t missed. “What are those?” You want to say the obvious — flowers, but not just any kind. You put them there the moment you opened your front door in the morning. It was the first thing on your mind, when you woke up. It truly started to become some sorts of habit, ritual…

“Oh…someone gave them to me.” You say and you wished you had something more to say other than someone, considering the excitement radiating from your friends.

“Tell us more–“ Pleads your curly haired friend, putting her glass on the table to firstly look closely to the different kinds of colors in the vase, before looking up at you with sparks in her eyes.

You almost choke on your own spit. You so wished to know — to know everything about what is happening around you. You also wished to tell them the whole truth, which is small, but it certainly would only raise concern and you don’t want that. It would only make you feel that also. “Well, I don’t — I don’t know, who it is actually.” Your laugh is short and dry, as well as their faces. “Someone just leaves them at my door.” You shrug and your vision travels to your other friend, who leans closer to you to trail her green eyes on your figure.

“Really?” Her eyebrow is raised, slight bite in her tone and you don’t answer firstly as you are puzzled by her small attitude. She tilts her head, eyes forming into slits. “Are you making it up?” She asks you and even with the smirk on her face you could tell it wasn’t so lighthearted as it should seem like.

“W-why–“ You stutter in confusion, looking at her. “Why would I?”

She shrugs at that, body relaxed, but that can’t be said the same for the sudden shift in the air. “I mean, every time we ask you if you have someone you get so offensive and like — you want us to get off your back with this and know you are actually happy when this someone gives you flowers.” Looking at the others, you do too and only your curly haired friend matches your own expression, whispering your friend’s name in a small warning.

You are not surprised that your other friend nods her head in agreement with the words — like usual the two stick together, just like the first time you met them, but you just didn’t expect to be told this. They all knew — they know you long enough and like true friends they wouldn’t talk about this, considering how hard these things are for you. “I am not making it up and what do you mean by that?” You sound maybe too upset, but it is so typical of her to talk and just talk, sometimes you wish for her to just shut up. The alcohol in your system doesn’t help you calm down, though you don’t feel like drinking this problem away. “My world doesn’t circle around men, okay? And you know how hard it is for me to find somebody–“

“Okay, I get!” Her voice is high enough to ring in the room, putting her hands up and you are so upset by the way this small, what should be happy gathering turned into. “Just like — nobody lives here other than you and you are telling me that somebody magically appeared out of nowhere?” Yes.

“I mean she has a point.” Says the brunette next to you, agreeing.

“Are you guys serious?” Your curly haired friend is shocked just as you are, but you on the other hand become speechless a little. They know this topic is something you don’t like to talk about rather alone fight over and just the tone of hers rises the question if she truly likes you or not. She is acting just like the men that have came into your live — not interested, just passing by and pointing at the things you should work on, make them different. Your older friend talks for you for a little, voice mixing together and you can feel the tension slowly eating you up, till it implodes with your friend waving her hands in the air.

“No–“ Now, she is trying to look like the victim of this argument as she didn’t started it in the first place, flashing her eyes back to your tense figure. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s just — it is okay not to have someone, you don’t have to lie–“

“Lie? I didn’t even–“

“But you do kind of need a boyfriend–“

“Yeah, you are a little pent up girl.”

“Pent up?” You raise your voice at that and you laugh inside at how ridiculous this whole situation is, but considering the timing, the fact this wasn’t the first time she started an argument over something, you have the whole right to be upset. “What’s gotten into you? I invite you here, in my house I bought with my own money and the biggest thing that concerns you is a man–“

Your own outburst surprises you slightly, but the look on her face only angers you more, there is no regret. Shaking your head at her, you feel small betrayal and the feelings bubbling in you burst at that moment. Putting your glass on the table, it almost breaks from hard you set it, standing up on your feet and only your true friend comes to catch you before you disappear. “Y/N, come on…” You can tell just how much it upset her also and you have never been more greatful to have her, but right now you just wouldn’t be able to sit back down and ignore what happened.

Everything that has been gathering up in you, pressing on your shoulders takes you to the front door. “I will be right back.” Something about the outside calls out to you and your shiver just at the thought of getting fresh air into your lungs.

“Y/N, where are you going?” The voice is in the distance already as you open the door to your front porch. “Hey!”

You don’t hear anything after that, when you slam the door shut and you almost regret storming off like this, but should you? There have been so many times, when you thought about ending things with these two and maybe this was just the cherry on top. Atleast you now knows, that you have at least one person, who sees you and doesn’t look down on you or tries to crack you open like a shell. Her words sting a little too much and you feel like you lied even to yourself there. You blame it on the colder air, when your eyes water. The tears are more from anger than anything, but you do wonder now — were you really just making it up? You look down at your feet, standing just at the spot where those flowers were put for you just few hours ago. You sigh at yourself, before walking down the small steps of your porch.

You don’t even look back, your feet moving on their own, walking into the direction of the edge of the forest. You do wish that there would be someone, who would understand you — not a friend, but a lover. Someone, who wouldn’t give up on you and wait for you. Someone, who would understand your feelings and know about your struggle to show an emotion, which you are so afraid of. However you have been so alone for so long you don’t know even know, what would you do if someone like this would show up. Maybe you would try to pull away at first, see if they truly like you and not just the thought of you. See if they truly want to get to know you, get to learn about your likes and dislikes and just be there for you. Just maybe someone who would take care of you at your hardest moments…

The sounds of the branches and dirt cracking under your feet is rhythmical, lips parting and closing, talking to yourself in complete silence what felt like just a moment. Your inner monologue is cut off, when you accidentally lose your footing on the moist surface, saving yourself from a nasty fall just in time. Your hands fly to the tree next to you, wood digging into the palms of your hands and you curse a little at your own clumsiness. Just then you look up from the ground, eyes trailing back only to see nothing…nothing, but the forest.

For how long have you been walking around? You just now realized how quiet it all was. Nothing, but the swinging trees and the moon shinning down on you. You lean away from the tree, gaze still on the direction, which you think you came from, only to realize you, that in your small unconsciousness you did not walk in a straight line. You let your own body guide you, mind too occupied and the fear rising in you slowly closes its hands on your throat. A shaky sigh leaves you at that and you fight the obvious — you are completely lost. You have never been so deep in the woods before and all that anger and sadness in you is replaced with nothing, but panic.

The wind blows through your hair, rustling them. The soft strands kiss your cold bitten cheeks, lips parting in silent sighs. Your hand is placed over your chest, fingers expanding in what seems like a hope to warm your self up or more like to calm your racing heart. The concerned and scared look is bright on your features, but it doesn’t hide the natural spark and beauty your eyes have. With each blink of an eye, your eyelashes flutter over your cheek bones and at that moment, it was like, he was seeing you for the first time.

Snap! The sound alerts you, so loud and so close. Your whole body freezes at that moment, pressing yourself back into the tree in hopes that you would disappear into it. You don’t breathe, not turning to the direction. You want to think that it was nothing, just the nature of the forest, but then you feel it — the eyes on you, its presence. Your mouth opens, but no sound is let out. You can feel it like it was right next to you, never till now you haven’t felt it so greatly. You couldn’t — you can’t right now, you truly feel it. It didn’t came from your imagination, it came from the direction right behind you.

Your lungs fight for breath, eyes staring wildly in fear right before you and you don’t hear anything other than the sound of your own heart in your ears. No other twig snaps, but you know it is there, here with you. The more seconds past by, the more feel the unbreakable pressure on the back of your head, the unknown thing behind you like calling to you, telling you to turn around and see. You don’t know if you want to, you can’t run, because you don’t know where to go to and even if you did something told you couldn’t outrun this fate of yours. You do not want to, but you need to — you need to know.

Your eyes fill with tears of fright, your anger still lingering in you, but now it is only anger at how foolish you were. Your body shakes, head twitching as you slowly turn your head to finally lay your eyes upon it behind you. It was something about the way you just knew it had to be it, the reason for the weight on your shoulders, the reason you felt so look after, while also so alone — the reason for your nightmares. Tears escape your eyes as they widened at the sight, nausea filling your body, shivers going down your spine.

You for a moment stand there, absolutely unmoving, because you didn’t know if your mind is still playing tricks on you. You wished so — because those bright, piercing, yellow eyes of the creature, almost make you fall down to your knees. Standing before you, so close and unmoving, just like you, was a wolf, but not like an other. You have never see an animal so big before, it seemed like it could reach to your collarbones and you can’t help, but let out the little noise of fear from the back of your throat. Its fur was dark as the night and if it weren’t for the moon only its eyes would gave away its presence.

Your sound of horror seems to alert it, eyes till now unblinking, ears twitching at your whimper. That only makes you realize that it was real — you are lost in the forest, with no sense of direction, unarmed and all alone, with this creature before you, which seem like anything, but an ordinary wolf. You know you shouldn’t move, can’t even, but when it showed how much it knew of your presence, your own body moved on its own. Your human instinct told you to run and so you did.

Your ears started to ring from the moment your legs started to move, your frozen muscles screaming at your pace, which you didn’t even know you were capable of. You drink up loudly the air swishing around you. The fact you couldn’t hear anything other than yourself only made the terror in your body rise. You don’t turn around, you don’t want to know, how far away or how close it is to you. Your small pathetic sob echoes around you, because you just knew you will not be fast enough to out run it, let alone fight it, if it comes to it. You pass trees, never ending, everything to you seemed the same and after a moment you just run, nothing more, just so you could get away from it. However a simple mistake — small, not calculated step leads to you falling.

You cry out, your uncovered knees burning as they scrape on the ground. Your legs shake, just your hands now holding you up from falling into complete exhaustion. Gasping for air, your whole body screams, the lack of oxygen making you feel so empty and weak. The alcohol which you consumed makes your head spin, turning to your side and you shake your head in denial, when you see it standing right behind you. You are speechless by how you didn’t hear it until now. The wolf doesn’t even breath heavily like you and you cower in fear from how massive it looked in your position.

The disgusting feeling of the truth that you are nothing, but its prey makes you see black spot in your blurry vision, watching it stalk to you with no fight left in you. You can’t believe yourself that you are giving up just like that, but you now know you could never out run it — you can do nothing, but watch it walk into the stream of light coming from between the trees. The wolf’s fur almost glistens in the light, but it isn’t the thing that catches your attention. In its mouth, so delicately and carefully grasped between its sharp teeth, are flowers…

They held the same colors, which you recognize way quicker than you imagine, while being in this situation. Something washes over you, confusion mostly, but then it fades into something warmer. Warm — its gaze is soft, not alerting, but you do push your legs to your chest in terror, when it lowers its head. Your eyebrows furrowed a little, tears suddenly slowing to a stop, only their residue drying on your cheeks. The wolf’s jaw unhinges, putting down those flowers before you, without taking its yellow eyes away from you. Just now, just before you had turned your head till you for the first time look upon it, you suddenly remembered the fact you knew it has to be it.

It doesn’t come closer to you then, instead it turns back around, you watching it closely as it stalks to a tree. Should you run? Something tells you not to at this moment and your own body betrays yet again. Your eyes flicker back to the flowers and you wondered if it already had them, when you saw it for the first time. The air around you seem to change — not so thick and hard for you to breathe, glancing at it once more just as it disappears behind the tree. The way it looked at you, its presence and way of acting — why are you thinking like this? Your chest tightens even more, the last tears left in you escaping as you watch it come back from behind the tree, but what appears leaves you in a state of complete shock.

Wolf no longer, not an animal, but a silhouette of a man stands there, his head turning to look at you, a familiar reflection in his eyes. Your back straightens, disbelief and confusion striking you. You firstly think it’s the trick of an eye — imagination, no you cannot be in denial any longer. The man, who just moments ago was an animal walks out of the shadows and your lips part, when your eyes land on his face. Eyes, so dark yet filled with so much light, masked a little, with the way his dark hair falls into them, plump lips parted in, what seem like a mimicking of your own shock. His body holds the same amount of muscle as his other form and you shake your head at this reality of seeing a man and wolf all together.

His hand outstretches to you, in what seems like a calm demeanor, but how can you be calm? You still can’t fully grasp it, the truth so bitter and obvious, but you can’t just accept what your eyes saw. This isn’t possible, anything…With your inner battle, panic fills you, when the man walks closers to you and with all your strength left in you, you stand up on your wobbly feet. “No, don’t-“ His voice makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but you don’t listen, already moving to run yet again.

However even against this man it is no use. You don’t even fully take two full steps before you feel his touch. His arms come to wrap around your body, squeezing you enough for you not to move even an inch. You freeze, gasping in shock, eyes falling down on his arms. No sign of strain in his muscles, even when you start to twitch and fight against him. “Get off me!” Your voice is scratchy and weak. You can feel his chest rising against your back, his breath fanning over your naked shoulder. It is him — how? His presence so familiar, but so new. “Please…” You whisper, head hanging low and your small tone of voice makes him momentarily freeze, before releasing you from his grip.

You instantly jump away from him, turning back to fully get a look at him. He gazes at you so softly that air gets stuck in your dry throat. “I am not going to hurt you.” You almost shudder, when he puts his hands up yet again. His eyes — just with his eyes he pleads for you not to run away again, though you do back away from him enough till your back meets a tree.

It’s so quiet around you — too quiet for you to escape your reality. The rumors, once a fairytail, now turns into nightmare and the truth. A creature in the woods…it was all him. All those times you felt something watching you, it was him all along. Wolf, a man all together, standing right before you, gazing at you with so much softness that it scared you more than anything. “You – you…You are–“ How hard can it be to say the truth, when are already accepting it? “It was all you.” You shake your head, lip quivering.

Something like a regret, small shame flashes in his eyes at your tone and if it weren’t for your panicking, you would think it was all fake . “Yes…” He says.

“You are a…” You can’t even say it, because it would only make it real, though how long can you hide from this, when it is right infront of you. Your eyes close in small defeat, opening them again and this small move of yours makes him take a step closer to you. “No, don’t come any closer!” Your tone is weak, only filled with fear and not enough anger and strength.

“Please–“ His tone is soft and his demeanor makes you think more about your own. “Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you-“

The words sound so truthful, yet you don’t find yourself fully believing them. You don’t know his intentions, only acting upon, what he has done so far. “You…” His name is still unknown, but now atleast you can put a face to all of those things that happened. You want to believe him and you do a little, but you just can’t accept that he is the thing that has been haunting you — taking care of you. Your eyes trail over him thankfully, few beats passing as you watch each other. “If you don’t want to hurt me then why didn’t you atleast not once come to me, told me that it was you. I would–“

“You would have run away.” He says and the words make your lips fall shut. Was he watching you for that long to know how would you react? Or is just your human nature and his not so — you probably would respond like any other person, but yet you stand here talking to him. A werewolf…He wondered, played this exact scenario in his head multiple times, but it would always end up the same. He knew you would be like this — staring at him, seeing him for what he truly is..

From the first time he saw you, he knew, he wouldn’t be able to just let you go. Something about you was so different — different from the people haunting him. You can understand — you will. His human side, almost forgotten, awoken by the first sight of you. He didn’t know how to act and what to do, only acting on what his heart was telling him and he never intended to hurt you nor scare you. However now, the look on your face, so distant, almost like you aren’t here with him at all, probably fighting your own inner battle, makes his chest tighten. The sigh that leaves him makes you look at him again, eyes glistening in the cursed light of the moon. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t come to you, because of the moon.” The response makes your face soften, gaze just lightly glancing up in the sky. “It ties me together, it controls my human and animal nature. Only at night I can roam freely like this and if I did come to you at day, I would only grow weaker. If a give up on the moon in change of the sun, I will no longer be myself…” Your frown is deep on your features, but he can see your tense shoulders slightly slumping, body softening at his quiet tone. “I never imagined myself being like everybody else — I despise it–“ His voice turns bitter, as the memories of the people searching for him find him and you do not need an explanation to it — you understand. “From the moment I first saw you…you. You made me feel more than animal and for once I long for walking in the sun again…”

Those words — so softly spoken, so lovingly…Do you really make him feel like this? Did just your presence make him want to change his nature? Just because of you? Every time you felt him, the memories of his presence at night makes you realize that maybe he truly wasn’t trying to make you feel scared. He wanted you…to feel safe, he wanted to be there with you, he just didn’t know how. He did those things to make you feel aware of him to make you notice him like he did to you. “Those things–“ Gifts. “What did they mean?” You ask him, but you already know, you already understand.

“Did you like them?” The sudden sweet tone, mixed with what seems like innocent excitement, confuses you a little, but your expression doesn’t stop him for continuing. “Sorry, my courting skill are not that good–“

“Courting?” The meaning of this word is foreign on your tongue and you are completely speechless at this confession. You knew that it had to mean something — even your friends thought this was it, but actually hearing it being confirmed is another thing. “You call that courting…I was — I am…you are not-“

Your stumbling over your words leads him to come closer to you and for the first time you don’t pull away. “Y/N.” Your lips fall apart at the sound of your name, surprised by him knowing it, but you should have known better. Your stuttering is silenced, when he is suddenly right infront of you, till you can feel is warm breath mixing with yours.

“What do you want?” You whisper in the air between you two and you can’t stop yourself from not becoming breathless at his presence. You naturally corner at the close proximity, knees buckling under you as he leans over your body.

He tilts his head at that question and he wonders why to use this type of words, when it is so obvious. “What do I want?” He repeats, looking down at you. You can’t look away from his eyes, lost in his irises and dilated pupils. Was it really that hard for you to find somebody that would take care of you? He will give it to you. His fingers touch your cheek, stained with your tears and you gasp at the unexpected contact. “Don’t be scared of me, I am real…”

“That’s the thing that scares me…” His fingers trail over the traces your tears have left and you feel the warmth of his skin radiating, just from his finger tips. The cold you feel screams for his warmth, that is what you would like to tell yourself, when your eyes flutter closed. You can’t remember the time you felt like this, did you ever? Something about him is just so soothing, melting on your tongue and your heart skips a beat, when he places his palm on the side of your face. “What is your name?” You wonder out loud, eyes opening and unmoving from his.

“Changbin.”

There is subtle smile on his pink lips from the way you let him touch you and he has to fight back his own shiver of pleasure. “How long have you been here?” You ask more. Maybe because you can feel where this is leading. Were you trying to prevent it? No…you are too smitten by his nature.

“Long time, not particularly staying at one place, till you got here…” You silently gasp, when his thumb catches over your cupid’s bow. You don’t know what is happening to you right now. You are turning into nothing, but a puddle by just few small, little, sweet words and actions — however it is real, all of it. You don’t even know him, but he does know you enough it seems. The attraction you feel for him should be normal, but not the way you so openly let him touch you like this. He really is a magical creature. “You were like a breath of fresh air. I could feel your kindness, I could see how much fight and passion you hold…I apologize for scaring you, I just — I was scared just like you…”

You already know, you already understood, but it doesn’t make you not want to hear him say it. “Why?” You breath out, your small word being traced with his finger.

“Because I–“ He leans just a little closer, stopping himself from, what he wanted the most. His other hand falls next to your head, caging you in and galloping you with his body. “I wanted you to see me, not like that but like this…”

“Why?”

Your question is not answered from his lips. His hand leaves you only to trail over your cold arm, goosebumps only defining from his touch. Changbin hand wraps around your wrist, not too tight, like he wanted you to know that you could stop him any time, but to his delight you don’t. You let him take your hand, placing it over his chest, pushing hard enough for you to feel his racing heart. “Because of this…” Your hand trembles under his, melting at his words and you just can’t help it, but feel him. Never once in your life you had someone talking to you like this. You shouldn’t — he watched you, stalked you, but his sincere voice, made you believe that what he is saying is coming from the heart.

His hand leaves yours, but you don’t move it away. He places his both hands on either side of your face, making you glance back into his eyes. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers so sweetly, closing your eyes for a split moment, completely missing how his eyes turned dark.

“Changbin…” You whispered his name for the first time, mind fuzzy from him alone.

The darkness of his gaze sends shivers down your spine — so predatory, it only makes you remember who and what is holding you. “You didn’t throw away a single thing I gave you.” He states it more than questions it and the look he gives you next…you can’t quite place it. “I know you feel it too.” You are so ashamed that you do.

Your mouth opens in response, when he leans closer to you, till you can feel your lips grazing over his, your every word bouncing off his skin. “This is too much for me.” Your body tells you both otherwise.

“Then let me handle it…” Changbin mumbles over your lips. He wets his with his tongue, the smooth muscle touching your lips so quickly you gasp in shock. “Stop me if you don’t want it…” ‘You want it’, screams a voice in your head.

You don’t say anything back, any response silenced by yourself and his lips pressing to yours. It is softer than you expected, just subtle innocent kiss, till it quickly turns into something, filled with border line hunger. His tongue swipes over your lips, your gasp only letting him in, making you silently whimper into his mouth. The grip on your hips isn’t missed, so hard, that you almost jump at the sensation. He squishes your skin between his fingers, making the material of your dress bunch up. You can’t seem to keep up with his pace, he kissed you with so much passion and want that was held back for way too long. You are now meer puppet in his greedy hands.

Your hands come to his shoulders, squeezing at the hard muscle. His teeth wrap around your bottom lip, softly tugging at it, till it’s red and puffy. “You taste better than I imagined.” Your mind is empty, letting him trail his kisses to your cheek, your jaw, before they go lower to your neck. He is making you feel like a completely different person. You would have thought that you can fight your own desire and needs just fine, but the heat rising between your thighs says otherwise.

Your lips still tingle, tasting your mixed spit and you have to wonder if he isn’t an enchanter instead. His lips wrap around the thin skin of your neck, sucking so harshly you can’t do anything, but to take it. Teeth pricking on you next, saliva dripping from his mouth like an hungry animal tasting your flesh. “Changbin–“ It is so quiet you don’t even hear it yourself, it is like his name is the only thing you have ever known. Just like he wanted…

He releases your skin with a pop, hair framing his dark hooded eyes that pierce through yours. “Yes?” He is breathing hard, chest rising heavily.

“Don’t stop.”

Something comes over him at your words of consent, making him grab at your waist, before you are being lifted off your feet, with such an ease it leaves you gasping for air. Your feet dangle in the air for a moment, before he lowers you to the forest’s ground. Changbin’s hand gripped at your thigh, pressing into his, till he unexpectedly slides his leg between your open ones. The move makes your shake, back arching a little at the sensation of the coldness under you. It doesn’t even make you shiver, because he presses his chest to yours, till your breaths turn into one.

He kisses you again, full with teeth and tongue, huffing through his nose, when he gets the first whiff of your arousal. His hands roam freely and boldly over you — your legs, pushing your dress up, making it pool to your hips, your soft stomach, your chest, fingers caging in your erected nipples. You moan softly, your sound being swallowed hungrily by his mouth as he rolls your buds between his fingers. It sends electricity through you, legs closing, hips shifting, till you can feel his thigh pressing into your center.

Changbin pulls away from you at that, watching you closely, before he manhandles you to his liking. Your legs untangle themselves from his, him holding them tightly in his grasp, before he pulls you closer to him. Your bottom half lifts a little from his sheer strength, gasping when your dripping cunt meets his covered cock. “Feel that?” Leaning back over you, he moves his hips against yours and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him against you. You feel so dirty, laying down here in the forest with a man who just moments ago revealed his true nature. With his arms on either side of your head, he is in a good enough of distance away from you to see the expression on your face, cock twitching at the sweet frown on your pretty face. “This is what you do to me…look at me–“ You don’t hear him. Mouth opened in small sounds of pleasure, completely fucked out just from the small, delicious rolls of his hips. You hear him hissing a little, when your leg drew to wrap itself around his waist, before there is a hand on your jaw. “I want you to look at me.” The hard pull at your head makes you look up at him finally, eyes glistening at the possessive look in his eyes. “There — so pretty, pretty only for me.”

You moan softly, already drunk. Changbin traces his hand over your exposed thigh, eyes leaving yours to your barely covered pussy and he can’t help it, but breathe your scent in from the sight. So fucking sweet — he is loosing his mind already from how you are letting him do these things to you. Your skin so soft, cold, replaced now by the heat coming from him. He watches you twitch against him, when his fingers touch the band of your underwear. “Want me here, huh?” He is cocky now, completely opposite to the sweet man minutes ago and it gives you a whiplash.

You only blink at him, eyes going to the amused smile on his lips. You can’t even think about how much his behavior changed, because he suddenly cups you into his hand. “F-fuck–“ You gasp in the silence of the night, hips jumping into his hand, mewling, when his index and ring finger press at you through your underwear. The material is already ruined, soaked through and melting into a perfect mold of your spasming cunt, while he slowly yet roughly trails his fingers through your covered folds.

“Fuck, you are already soaked, baby-“ Changbin watches your chest rise wildly with his every move, licking his lips at the feel of your slick coating him. You are a mess. You look at him through your eyelashes, whimpering at his every move. You feel hot all over, so needy, that you found yourself humping his hand. You have never seen yourself like this before, face flushing in small embarrassment, but that only makes his cock swell.

You feel him push your underwear to the side, the elastic springing lightly back and that makes him release a small sound of frustration. Your sound gets caught in your throat, when he tears the material, shredding it into pieces, before throwing it away like it this small piece of clothing was offending him. “Please!” You gasp, hands digging into the ground beneath you. You don’t recognize your voice even, but your behavior doesn’t seem to surprise him.

“Ah – so needy, already. I thought you wanted to take this slow–“

“I–I do, but…just touch me, please.” You whisper back, sitting up a little on your elbows to gaze at him, while he traces shapes on your inner thigh. “I want it-“

Changbin hums lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest, almost like a purr. “What do you want?” You bite at your lip, holding your tongue for a moment, but you can’t control your desire anymore.

“You.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes almost rolling back into his skull. The first dip into your wetness makes you both moan, fingers spreading your lips open to touch your most sensitive parts. Your mind keeps swirling, falling back, till your head meets the ground. “Yes, look at you…so so so pretty–“ Whimpering, his other hand comes to your lower tummy to stop you from moving. He doesn’t let you move, but your legs close a little, when he presses onto your clit.

“S-so pretty – ah!” You repeat lowly, completely delirious. You tremble a little, when he flicks your bud, teasing you into a mess that you already are. He doesn’t stay at one place too long — from swirling tight, slow circles on your pulsing clit, he moves away to spread his fingers over you, till the tips of his fingers touch your entrance.

Changbin doesn’t hold himself back too much, enjoying the way your face turns into desperation brought him way too much joy. Just moments ago you seemed so sure of yourself that you wouldn’t let him break you, but here you were whimpering by his every touch. He dips his middle finger just a little inside you, breathing through his nose at how your cunt already tries to suck him in. He wonders what you will look like, when he finally fucks you onto his cock, how he will mold you onto him, perfectly ruining you for any other. There will never be no other — he will make sure of that.

Just his finger prying at you is enough for you to feel a slight strech, humming in pleasure, when he finally sinks it into your heat. Your gummy walls squeeze him tight, eyebrows furrowing, when he immediately curls his single finger. He can see it on your face — how much more you want, even if your body is already shaking, just by a single finger, but now he has to think — who is he to not give you the pleasure you deserve? “Oh–“ His ring finger joins his middle one, not even giving you a second to breathe as he already curls them inside leaking pussy.

He moves his fingers slowly, tips of them trailing deeply over your upper walls. You can feel his covered cock pressing onto your thigh and you swear you can feel it twitch, with the sharp moan you give him next. “Come on, baby…give it to me…” You whole body trembles, upper back lifting of the ground, when you suddenly feel him touching the one part in you that makes you see stars. There is suddenly a smile on his face, watching your pretty eyes widened, lips parting in silent moan, when he presses harder over the one gummy spot. “There?” He rumbles lowly and you don’t even have to answer him giving the look of bliss on your face.

His fingers suddenly still, as he moves to lay back next to you. He still presses onto your spot however, other fingers on you like hooking onto you. His lips found your collarbone, laying a kiss on your skin, so sweet and so opposite to the way he suddenly starts to move his hand. “Oh, fuck!” You almost squeal at the unexpected move, breathing turning into series of gasp as he starts to finger your cunt, each pump of his fingers pushing harshly into your spot.

“That’s it–“ Changbin’s words of encouragement are mumbled into your skin, eyes on the sight of his digits disappearing into you. He scissors them, curls them — he does everything and that sends you hurling into your peak way too quick than you anticipated. Your fingers were never long enough to reach that delicious spot inside you perfectly, always too impatient to build up the orgasm you only wished of having. He does things to your body, it seems like he knows it better than you do, because you can already feel your juices coating your inner thighs. The nasty, borderline filthy noises coming from between your legs make you flustered, almost wanting to jump away from such pleasure, but he doesn’t let you. His grip is tight onto you, mouthing, nibbling at you with his teeth and you can’t do anything but succumb to him.

Your hands rest on his arms, fingers digging into his muscles that ripple under your touch. With him hovering over you like this, you can clearly see how much bigger he is compare to you — it was almost like he was becoming bigger and bigger. He huffs, growls into you, unoccupied hand traveling to your breast and squeezing instantly at the flesh. “I’m–“ You gasp out, hands fumbling furiously over him, shaking in his hold. Your nipple digs into his palm, him squeezing you so tight that the material separating you from feeling yourselves flesh to flesh, almost rips.

His head rolls back, eyes wildly staring at your cunt hungrily sucking his fingers in, before landing on yours. He can feel how your walls start to clench, his palm pressing down on your neglected clit. You can’t even look at him fully, eyes brimming with small tears and he nearly coos at you. His inner–self tears at the insides of his chest at the sight of you, already so fucked out just by this simple touch…Your tummy rumbles at his nonstoping pace, becoming quiet, mouth opening and closing as you feel the first sparks of your orgasm, till it is suddenly ripped away from you.

Gasping, you cry out, when he pulls his now slicked fingers away from you. Confusion and frustration fills you, legs immediately closing to relieve yourself of the ache. You almost want to cry, looking up at him with big eyes that only make him more amused. However there isn’t much amusement in his dark gaze, both of you watching yourselves closely, while he fully comes to settle between your legs. “I want you to come on my cock-“ You sharply inhale at those vile words, eyes falling onto his hands, while they fumble with his pants.

You are already out of your mind, just one thing left in your thoughts as you see him pull his clothes off. Cold air kisses your slick, making you momentarily shiver, lips coating with spit that pools inside your mouth. You didn’t accept the thing that comes next. You already felt it grazing over you, but that only gave you an idea on what he must be like — however, the sheer weight of it, springing free from his hiding makes you stop breathing. His cock, so thick and delicious with red, angry tip leaking pre cum makes you tightened around nothing. Your mouth opens in small shock, trailing your eyes down the length of if, till it falls to the base and when he just barely moves closer to you, it makes you realize that just maybe you won’t be able to take it.

Changbin set his cock over your lower half, his tip meeting your belly button and you stutter over the sight. “Too big–“ You say, eyes staring at his anatomy. His fingers would never be able to fully prepare you for his size and you feel nerves creeping up on you.

He click his tongue at your words, eyes not showing any concern, only desire. Pressing just a little harder down on his cock, he groans at the sight. “Gonna be all the way inside your tummy.” He grips at the base of his thick cock, the small pouch filled with his hot cum hot, tip leaking cum all over your skin already. “You can take it–“ You lightly whimper, breathing hard. “Gonna breed this little pussy of yours.” Your mouth opens even more in shock at that, biting down on your lower lip.

With big eyes you watch his face for a moment. “I can’t–“ Your voice is small, looking like a small lamb before a wolf — which he is.

He taunts you a little, shaking his head. “You can – look.” Your gaze falls down the length of your body again, before it watches how he moves his thick cock, while he lowers it enough till it meets your clit. You mewl, when he slaps it over you, wet sounds flowing around you in the darkness of the night. Your ruined orgasm still didn’t leave you, the simple slap making your back arch a little. Changbin only hums back, smearing himself in your wetness.

You taste blood on your tongue from how much you are bitting down on your lower lip, feeling every single inch of his massive cock. He fucks into his fist, tip hitting your clit each time. He wants you to say it — he wants you to give yourself to him more and more, until he is the only thing you can ever think of. You naturally want to move away from him, already knowing he will stretch you pass your limits, but you can’t stop the single word falling from your lips. “Please–“ You mumble, hand reaching to his shoulder. “Please, please–“

Fuck, you are really a thing to die for. His cock twitches by your needy tone, already to desperate himself not to push his cock to your entrance. His eyes caught the sight of his cum leaking into you, cunt clenching over his spillage and he just can’t wait any longer. His tip plops into you with no warning, the thickness making you sob out a little. “Fuck, so tight-“ You look absolutely wrecked already, chest covered in thin layer of sweat, lips nicely flushed and bitten. You look good enough to devour.

Just the tip of his cock sends sparks of delight through your body, frowning in pleasure. You try to breathe through it, feeling the slight sting in you, but your own body surprises by how much you begged for more. Your hips lift off the ground, only making him sink more into you and you just realize how much more you will have to take. Your move makes Changbin release a low, long sound that almost makes you cower. It rumbles inside his chest and you can’t even think about how much of a mistake that was to do, because right after that half of his cock slides into your warmth.

Your choked sound mixes with his, grabbing tightly at his big arms. “Don’t do that–“ He can feel his control over his body fading and just as much as he wants to fuck you, he would die on the spot if he would hurt you. Though that doesn’t seem likely, when you start to roll your hips into his. “So fucking needy–“ He is already almost at your cervix, sighing at how you can feel each of his vein pulsating against you.

“C-Changbin.” You say his name like a mantra and when you look at him then with big, glassy eyes, he cannot stop himself.

All the way to the brim, to the thick base holding his hot cum is suddenly inside you. You yelp — whiny sounds falling from your mouth. His whole cock stretches you so much, you can’t hold it anymore. Your whole body stills, legs locking around his. The small kiss of the soft hair at his pubic bone on your bundle of nerves sends you over the edge. Tears stream down your cheeks, shaking under him. His whole face changes then, eyes wide and staring at you in awe that almost would be sweet if it weren’t for the fact his cock is all the way in your tummy.

Your sudden orgasm is sharp, juices coating both of you and when it slowly fades you can’t even be embarrassed, because he starts to slide his cock from your warmth, till it fills you up again with a harsh smack! His hands travel to the front of your dress, not stopping the smooth moves of his hips, even when he rips the soft, flowy material. “Look at that–“ You babble, goosebumps appearing on the new uncovered skin of your tits. “So soft.” Changbin grabs a handful of you, before deciding to let your breast freely bounce in the air from his thrusts.

You can feel him all the way to your throat, never feeling unful as he picks up speed. “Too much–“ You are a whimpering mess under him, each sharp thrust only making you get a feel of the full pouch under his cock. The sounds that leave him are animalistic — so raw and loud. Leaning back over you it only makes him go deeper in you, making your legs push forward, till they rest over his lower back.

He doesn’t even let you be in your own world, he wants you to look at him — he wants you to see, who is doing this to you. “You are taking me so good, bunny–“ The nickname goes to your head a little more than it should and even in your state you realize how much he is getting off on the fact that your body is so small compare to his. You shiver harshly, when he suddenly swipes his hot tongue over your cheek, while his lips go to meet your ear. “Can you feel that?” His hand falls over your soft tummy, pressing down onto it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Gonna bread this little pussy – gonna make you mine and only mine-“

His thighs meets the back of yours so loudly it echoes around you, the squelching of your cunt and both of your moans mixing into symphony of pleasure. You should be concerned by the possessiveness of his actions and words, but you are too drunk on him to even care. With each pump of his cock, each sharp thrust, he can feel his cock right under his hand, the cum at the base of his cock teasing your entrance. “W-what–“ Your hooded eyes snap open, when his hips come to roll against yours, slowly realizing what he wants to do — he wants you take all of him.

Your small noise, makes him pull his head away from your shoulder, shushing you softly. “It’s okay, baby — you can take it.” You shake your head a little, spit flowing down your cheek only to realize it wasn’t even yours. “Just a little more, you are doing so good to me–“ The thick base pushes into you more and more and you yelp a little at the small pain. Changbin kisses you softly then, smoothing down your hair, stopping his abuse at your poor, puffy cunt, only for him to grasp your legs, maneuvering them so they are on each of his shoulders.

That position makes it easier for him and less painful for you, but it still makes you whimper pathetically. “Please–“ You are pleading again. His knot is so big it makes you see spot before your very eyes, both of you stilling for a moment, when it finally plops into you.

You can’t breathe — your ears ringing and you are thankful for the soft kisses on your cheek to distract you. Your knees lock around his neck, turning your head to him in small disbelief. Changbin leans to kiss you deeply, mumbling small, sweet nothings to you, letting your body relax a little. The feeling is different to anything you have ever felt before — with your walls sucking him in, it seems like you are milking him dry. Only the feel of his already leaking cock sends you into brink of overstimulation. “You did so good–“ Your lip is again pulled by his teeth, letting his tongue roam freely inside your mouth, distracting you long enough, until you again feel your neediness come back to you.

The response of your body makes him move a little, humping into you only, so his knot doesn’t leave you. He hits something inside you, your clit burning a little, with his pubic bone sliding over yours. Cursing, you feel him sit back a little on his knees to roll his hips sharper into yours. He is mesmerized by you — your flushed, hot skin, teary, pleading eyes and soft tits jiggling with his every move. “Ohhh–“ Your eyes close, back arching a little, because you can’t move much, with his body lying on top of yours.

His slow, yet deep thrusts make you turn into jelly, body slumping, mouth opening and letting drool roll down the side of your face. His face turns into big grin, breathing heavily with you, feeling his cock jump with his each one of his thrust. He wants it to take — fuck, he wants to turn you into this mess every day. Your body relaxes so much that you don’t even make a sound, when he starts to slide his cock in and out of your stretched out hole, his thick base sinking into you, with so much ease now.

His head rolls back at the sensation, eyes looking up to the sky, reflecting the light of the moon. He can feel himself losing over his other self, his moves becoming more and more erratic that it makes you slide down the cold ground. Your gaze travels to the length of his neck, watching his throat bob, veins pushing against the thin skin. Your soft whimpers turn into whines, feeling the delicious sensation of your second peak. The sounds leaving you make him turn his gaze back to you and you fight the argue to gasp at the state of him. His once dark eyes are now yellow and bright, mouth open, small pointy teeth blinking teasingly at you, spit coating his lips and rolling all the way down his chin. “I’m close-“ You whisper, eyes wide and unblinking from his.

You are too pretty like this — too hard not to just sink his teeth into you. His own legs start to spasm, his rough, deep thrusts going out of rhythm, feeling the heat slowly filling his stomach. His lips are onto yours again and you barely call it a kiss as you both only gasp into each other’s mouths. “Yes–“ He picks up his speed, chasing both of your highs. “Come for me, pretty girl–“

It is such a delicious burn, such a nice pressure, when he unexpectedly sinks his teeth into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, it only sends sheer pleasure down your spine, the spot tingling with each swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin, tasting small specks of your blood. Your nails scratch at his still covered back, while your cunt clenches hard around his cock. He can’t move from the way you squeeze him, the tightness sending him over the edge just as he pushes his knot back into you. Your orgasm hits you so hard, that you only see white for a moment, juices squirting out of you, coating you both. You feel him still, head falling to your shoulder, body weight pressing onto yours. You feel and hear him take in your natural scent, while he cums inside you. The fullness you feel is so much — his cock swells more and more, feeling every pump his cum coming out of his cock. The hot liquid fills you to the brim, a low growl coming from the deepest parts of his chest.

He doesn’t make a move to pull out, feeling his cum leak all the way to your tummy. It is so much that with his hand still pressing down on you, it leaks out of you, coating you both in sticky residue. Changbin watches your face of complete euphoria, the feeling of you milking him dry sending shivers down his spine. He waited so long — too long to have you like this and he is sure, he will never let you out of sight again. Not, when you take him so good, not when you have become such a precious little thing for him. It is just like he wanted — you under him, with him buried inside of you, full of his cum from his still hard cock, his knot still full and ready for you to take more. And with the way you accepted him already as he is — like the thing you were, you had no clue, what have gotten yourself into…he just can’t wait to have you again and again.

Every day and every night, till you will be his forever.

[cosmos-kitty]

I'm a little late to the party, but here's my version of the artist starter pack trend! ✨

For anyone not up to speed, recently there's been a trend of people using AI to create personalised action figures of themselves - and artists have started fighting back by making their own hand-drawn versions, so I'm joining in with my own (featuring my artist mascot!)

I think most people are aware by now of the many current ethical issues with AI image generation, and how much of a threat to the creative industry it is that corporations are increasingly eager to cut creatives out of the equation at every opportunity to improve their bottom line.

But without getting too much into all of that, I just wanted to say that if you're a beginner to drawing, or maybe you've never even picked up a pencil before, and you're considering using AI - I promise that if you put your time and energy into learning something creative, it will be 100x more fulfilling and rewarding than mindlessly consuming whatever tech companies are throwing your way every waking moment. I really do think that finding something you're passionate about is what life is all about, so I can't think of anything worse than having that one quintessentially human part of myself relegated to typing out prompts over and over purely for the sake of profit.

The fantastic thing about art is that it's like a fingerprint of the person making it, no two prints are exactly alike. The countless different aspects of what makes someone an individual all culminates into their work. You could pick up a random book off a shelf, get into a certain type of music, or see some graffiti on a wall in a street you happened to walk down, and it could completely change the trajectory of your art. Add all of those creative minds together and you get all of the wonderful work that we've all watched, read, played, and listened to throughout our lives - without that ability to explore ideas and innovate, there wouldn't have even been anything for AI to copy from to begin with.

[corevibeself]

Let Me Slap You In The Face (PAC)

Not literally... HAHA!

Here is the reality check reading from the recent poll I posted. Sorry, it took so long to post. I have been busy with school. Thank you for voting; hope you enjoy a slap in the face

Let me relay the message: This isn't to hurt you! I make sure my delivery is tinged with a bit of humour, but I will say, this is for people who are open to self-empowerment and won't see this as an attack, because the reality of it is, we've all got shadows; we've all got things we do that we want to change. The key is not identifying yourself with the parts you don't prefer; you are so much more than just what you see as flaws. This is never done to shame anyone; my intent is always out of the kindness of my heart and soul. If I do end up coming across that way, apologies in advance; I'm still learning how to communicate non-aggressively; I have Pluto in Scorpio in the 3rd house, HAHAHA.

I'll be using the Rebel deck for their straightforward messages and looking at some shadow aspects of my oracle cards. Enjoy the reality check, HAHA!

Pile 1

Ooooh girl, okay—"Who Says" by Selena Gomez literally started playing in my head when I read your message. Specifically, the lyric, “Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting?” Go listen to that song—seriously. I think there are more lyrics in there that might resonate with you. It’s a meaningful track because it speaks directly to those negative beliefs we carry about ourselves, the ones that hold us back.

You know—“I’m too fat to wear this,” or “I don’t think I can be as good as them.” That’s the kind of energy I’m feeling. But here’s the thing: those thoughts don’t matter. You’re not competing with anyone else. You’re only ever competing with who you are right now. The best version of you—it’s real, it’s possible, and it’s yours. But you’ve got to stop making excuses.

That doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid. They 100% are. But sometimes our emotions are rooted in beliefs that just aren’t true. And we don’t want those beliefs to rule our actions. Just because something feels true, doesn’t mean it is true. Every human being is worthy of love, of going after what they want, of being who they are. No exceptions. You were born on this planet as a good person. Anything negative you feel about yourself? That came from someone else. So start letting go of what isn’t truly you.

You already know who you are—because what you are feels good to you. Do you like crochet? Then you’re creative. That’s beautiful. That’s part of you. Maybe you’re sensitive and cry when you hear music—that’s a stunning trait. To connect so deeply with sound shows your open heart and your incredible receptivity. These are just examples, but what I'm trying to say is: change your perspective and see your worth, pile 1.

I do feel like there might be some victimization energy here, not because you’re weak, but because you don’t fully believe in yourself yet. It feels like you don’t think you’re capable of what others can do. But that’s not true, and that’s not the energy we want. What we want is self-empowerment. The universe isn't against you, Pile 1, and if it feels like it, shift your perspective. No, this isn't toxic positivity; we can acknowledge our sufferings and the negativity of the world, our pains and feelings, whilst still choosing to see the light. I choose to see the glass as half full, because I'd rather savor what’s there than mourn what’s missing. Do you realize that every setback or negative experience has shown you more of yourself? Yet you choose to run away from what it's shown you, from what needs healing, to hide in the comfort of what feels safer. At some point, the pain isn't even about the situation anymore; it's just self-inflicted. A shift in perspective is all it takes to change your entire worldview. If you think it will be hard, then it will be. If you think facing yourself, changing yourself, and being authentic and vulnerable is hard, ask why. You will start to see all the limitations you put on yourself.

It also feels like you might be someone who people-pleases. Maybe you hide your true feelings to avoid conflict or because you’re scared of being abandoned. I get it. But here’s the truth: you can respectfully express your feelings. It’s totally possible to communicate honestly and kindly. And if someone still walks away after you’ve been real with them? Then they weren’t meant for your honesty and vulnerability. But others will be. I promise.

Oh—and I got a specific message for someone who’s a tarot reader: if you tend to sugarcoat your readings because you’re afraid the truth will hurt someone, or they won’t want to hear it—don’t do that. You’re dishonouring your intuition and your craft. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to want to protect people. But when you filter your truth too much, you make it harder to be authentic—and you deprive others of the real magic of you.

Pile 2

I’m going to suggest you stay open-minded, Pile 2. I know you think you know everything down to the tea about a specific subject or situation — but babe, you don’t. And that’s totally fine. Sometimes, you need to make space for other perspectives.

And this is specifically for my chronically online babes: please, go outside and touch some grass. We are not meant to be consuming this much negativity every single day, and I feel like it’s messing with how you view the world and the people in it.

I fully believe we create our reality through our thoughts, emotions, intentions, etc. Maybe you don’t believe that, and that’s okay — but you have to admit that constantly taking in content that makes us feel like shit… dealing with people who dump their trauma on us… reading toxic comments… listening to fucked up internet stories… all of that affects you. More than you realize. It affects your brain, your thoughts, and your emotions. And yes, all of that spills into how you experience life, whether you are conscious of it or not.

And no, I’m not saying you can’t be sad, or angry, or human about things that are happening in real time in the world, or that you have to be ignorant, it's great that you care, but living in constant hypervigilance or walking on eggshells isn't fun either so there needs to be a balance.

I’d also say to bring awareness to your emotions. Are you growing from them? Or are you being suffocated by them and using them as a reason to act a certain way?

Social media creates a fear-based, warped version of reality that makes it hard to feel safe being yourself. Yes, there are dangers in the world. Yes, we should be aware and protect ourselves. But assuming the worst in everyone? That just creates a constant state of anxiety , you start to believe that’s what life is. That’s all there is.

You might even be someone who unintentionally projects that negativity onto others. One example I’m getting is like… an online debate or argument. And I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid — they are — but make sure you’re not matching someone else’s energy if they’re coming at you sideways. It’s not worth it. Not everyone’s going to believe in what you believe in. Not everyone thinks the way you do. It sucks, but people are the way they are for a reason.

If we were all the same, we wouldn’t grow — we wouldn’t even know who we are. And yeah, that includes the “bad” people we meet. But what if you started seeing those people and situations as an opportunity to learn more about yourself, instead of trying to change them or control how they think? You’d be helping your own growth, and naturally attracting the people who do vibe with you.

Life’s not about changing others — you can’t force that. But you can become the highest version of yourself. And when you do that? You’ll inspire others just by being you. Through your kindness. Through loving yourself and forgiving others, not for them, but for you.

People hate when I say forgiving, as if I'm asking you to forgive their actions, no. I'm asking you to forgive yourself for letting their actions take a toll on you.

So yeah. Be more open-minded. Not saying you’re not, Pile 2, but on certain things… you’re kind of closed off. And when we really believe we’ve got something all figured out, we stop ourselves from growing.

I’m picking up on this mindset: “I’m thinking this way because it’s right. This is wrong. These people are wrong. I know I’m doing what’s right.” And trust me, I’m all for following your inner compass — but ask yourself:

Does it feel light? Does it drain me? Do I feel empowered?

That’s your real answer.

Pile 3

Like, literally, stop obsessing. It doesn’t matter as much as you think it does, and you’re just purposely making your life harder than it actually is because of some unhealed shit that you're aware of — but you either distract yourself or lie to yourself to make yourself feel better. When in actuality, your body and mind and heart are begging to be in sync with each other.

I think you tell yourself things to make your situation feel better than it actually is — like, not delulu in a good, empowering way — you're delulu in a way that is controlling and limits your potential as a person. You like things to be your way, which is fine, but has your way been working out for you? Or are you still dealing with the same old habits or situations, and emotions that keep popping up?

It just feels like the energy of someone who thinks they got their shit together — and you do — but it’s too much. You're not letting yourself breathe. You're not hearing your heart out. You're afraid of facing all of what you've pushed down, in fear that it will be too overwhelming to feel.

Like, please, feel your feelings and emotions instead of intellectualizing them and telling yourself that everything is fine when it's not. It's okay not to be okay. It's okay to feel like you don't want to plaster a smile, or do that assignment, or show up to work with the best energy. It's okay to not be as confident in your situation. It's okay to just be in a state of shitty emotions — because they are there to be acknowledged, not pushed down or told that there's a solution.

Your emotions don't need a solution; they need to be felt.

Find a moment, close your eyes, and feel. Where is the emotion? Is it a physical sensation — a tightness in the chest, heavy shoulders? Focus on it. Breathe in it. Let yourself be present.

I just remembered this quote, so maybe this is for you: "When we constantly think about the why — why did this happen, why, why, why — we’re trying to regain a sense of control over situations that were never meant to be controlled." This is a coping mechanism, a fear of failure, a fear of not doing enough, not being enough. BUT YOU ARE. No amount of external shit will heal the internal, NO AMOUNT. You don't have to do certain things to be seen as worthy, you don't have to have a whole load of money, or perfect confidence or whatever it is you tell yourself you need to have or the way your life needs to look. Ask yourself, when I think of my life and what I want, is it from a place of fear? of lack?

"If I don't have this, I won't be whole."

But you are whole as you are, and you struggle to see or feel that.

You need to become more comfortable with not having your shit together, because most of it comes from major anxiety issues that will impact your health, babes. Like, seriously, consider sitting with chaos a bit.

You also have great intuition, so I already know that you know you're not treating yourself the best. You're aware that you're controlling — even if just subconsciously — and I bet you can just feel how tired and exhausted your body is. So listen to that.

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FINALLY I'M SO GLAD I COULD FINISH THIS POST., Hope y'all enjoyed my hand swiping across your face in the most brutal manner possible, jkjk hehehe

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

Something I think people are sleeping on Hua Cheng and his shapeshifting. I’m re reading and it’s really clear to me that Hua Cheng (who yes has self esteem issues) also does his disguises for fun. Like one of the things we first hear about him in this:

“The name Hua Cheng was very obviously fake, and his appearance was most likely fake too. In the rumors, he was sometimes a twisted boy given to capricious mood changes, sometimes a gentle and mannered handsome young man, sometimes a gorgeous seductress with a venomous heart, anything goes!”

Then later he appears in one of these forms. Like if you read the scenes of Xie Lian checking his disguise he is both giggling and twirling his hair at how smart his Gege is and how good his disguise is. He enjoys looking like a young pretty boy master with boyish charm. He literally changes shape just to play with his clothes. He switches forms I think at least 10 times in the novels possibly more (I’m rereading so I can’t actually remember) but like he has fun with it.

Like yes he does have self esteem issues creating the disguises would definitely be a part of that, but far too often I’ve seen the idea floated around that that’s the only reason he changes forms. Or if he does change forms it’s for self consciousness and for strategic purposes and Xie Lian helps him get over that. Like it seems to me a lot of people think when Hualian get married he never wears one when he’s only around Xie Lian and I just don’t think that’s the case.

Like yeah he does mostly take his true form with Xie Lian but I think that’s mostly because they are getting to know each other and he’s probably tired of masks being between them.

Genuinely he never stops changing forms completely once the reveal of his true form has happened.

Even when he’s forced to be shaped like a child he chooses a full fancy baby outfit and styled hair. He plays with his outfits and hair styles frequently and you’re trying to tell me that man is going to live out most of his married life in just one body type. You think he’s going to completely ignore woman’s clothing because I don’t. A female form is mentioned and I know there’s no way he doesn’t have a thousand outfits for her as well.

And while yes I do love the gender fuckery of it for my own headcannons I can also see him putting on his disguises like drag or to put on a persona to act. I think he just likes playing around and switching shapes because like everything Hua Cheng does he doesn’t go in for half measures. He doesn’t seem like some effort into learning how to shapeshift so perfectly it confuses even XL just because he’s self conscious of his own looks. Like that doesn’t really fit his personality.

Basically what I’m trying to say is my guy is fashionista playing dress up with himself as his own Barbie doll. Let him have fun! Stop making him using his disguises as an obstacle he has to overcome. Not everything has to be that serious.

[neoheros]

there are very little things in this world that sakusa deems valuable enough to not risk – his game, his career, his reputation, his name.

he isn’t a gambler but he is an athlete and when you’re in his shoes, playing in the big leagues, thousands of people watching, looking, judging, there are a lot of risks you have to look out for.

he has to be quiet, polite, say the right thing, say it in the right tone, say it in the right time, otherwise, he risks his job and reputation.

he has to be focused, agile, ready for any change in the volleyball world the minute - the second - it happens, otherwise, he risks getting left behind, getting replaced by someone better, newer than him.

he has to be a lot of things and the risks of not being any of it puts him in a corner - cold and confining.

all of it, he hates with a passion, he hates with an effort. so he doesn’t take any risks at all. not when it comes to his game, his career, his reputation, his name.

but you – you are probably the riskiest person he has ever met.

i mean, you guys work together for god’s sake. it’s an HR crisis waiting to happen. it puts everything he’s worked hard for at risk — his game, his career, his reputation, his name.

but still.

you always know the right things to say to him, always know the right time he’s gonna be there or the right place to sit where he sees you so clearly even in the middle of the court.

everytime you talk to him, everytime you touch him, everytime you say his name or bring him coffee, everytime you watch him play or everytime he sees you outside of work — there is a feeling in his chest and he almost hates it.

“there’s a new ramen restaurant in miyagi that i’ve been wanting to try…” sakusa clears his throat, standing a few inches away from the lockers as everyone gets their shoes on.

it’s a little bit after 4pm, practice for the day had just ended, and well, meian always tells him he needed to socialize more with the rest of the group.

the locker room is stuffy and sweaty and to be honest, he’s never really been fond of the smell wafting in the air, so he always makes it a point to be the first one out the door after he’s done changing.

today though, he stays, hangs around everybody, and even if he hates it, he goes, “does anyone want to come with me tonight?”

hinata looks up at him from his shoes, “sorry omi, gotta take natsu to the dentist after practice, i dunno how long it’ll take us.”

he gives hinata a short nod — that’s fine.

“kaashi and i are seeing a movie around 7, but next time, man, i promise.” bokuto says, his hand on his neck, apologetic, almost.

another nod — that’s fine, too.

well, at least now, sakusa couldn’t say he didn’t try to socialize more. it’s the preferable outcome for him anyway, he’s better going off on it alone.

atsumu’s voice tears him away from his thoughts, loud and too cheerful for someone who just performed 4 diving laps, “i could go with ya, omi!”

and out of instinct, he replies “no, thank you.”

his blond teammate looks like he’s gonna say something after his response but you speak before he gets the chance to.

“well, i don’t mind coming, omi.” you say, and he blinks - how long have you been there?

there’s a knot in his stomach. “tonight?”

(he thinks, please say no, please say no, please say no.)

you nod at him, “it’s gonna be snowing so some ramen would be perfect.”

he nods at you - unable to say anything else, really - and he clears his throat, looking at atsumu, who he’s now just been really appreciative of for existing all of a sudden.

“then it will be you, me, and miya?” he asks, and he wants to keep his voice quiet now, untrusting of it.

(in the corner of his eye, he sees hinata step on atsumu’s foot and he goes “ow, whaddya do that for!” bokuto gives him a look, similar to the one hinata has, and atsumu catches on.)

sakusa gives the three of them a warning look, begging, actually begging, anyone who’d listen in that silly head of his for them not to do anything stupid.

“sorry man,” atsumu flashes him a grin, and he feels his knees go weak. “i forgot i had some plans tonight, i don’t think i’ll be able to go.”

lord, forgive sakusa kiyoomi for he’s gonna kill somebody.

he wants to say something, but before he could, you beat him to it.

“perfect.” you smile, “more for us then. right, omi?”

sakusa swallows the lump in his throat, and gives you a short nod, “yeah.”

you gather your things in your hand, “i’ll come over to your place, then?”

(words that make his knees feel even weaker.)

another nod. “yes, that’s fine.”

and he regains his composure, the worst of it over, but before you turn to leave, you flash him another one of your smiles, and he wishes you would just go so he can feel his pulse return to normal again.

“it’s a date.” you say, and you’re out the door.

sakusa’s face has a whisper of a light pinkishness to it and unable to think about it too much, he blames it on the open window letting the cold in.

the second the door closes, the locker room erupts in cheers, “way to go, omi!” “you’re going on a date!” and “it’s finally happening!”

there’s a knot in his stomach, and atsumu claps him on his back.

he rolls his eyes at the group, shaking his head as he whispers something along the lines of “whatever” or “its not a big deal.”

but his face feels hot and his pulse feels like its drumming against his skin, but, he can blame that on the cold too.

the sun goes down quicker than sakusa hoped it would, it’s 6:47pm now and you’ll be arriving in no later than 13 minutes.

he takes a good look at his apartment, ransacked and messy, the complete opposite of its usual state.

there’s a knock on his door and he feels his heart beat out of his chest at the sound.

he opens it with a fervor, “i asked you to come 30 minutes ago.”

“it’s a 30 minute walk.” behind the door is atsumu, sheepish smile on his face, hands shoved into his pockets as he pushes past the brunette and into the apartment.

“woah, this place is a mess.” atsumu says aloud, even him surprised at the disarray.

“i didn’t know what to wear.” sakusa admits, and he feels embarrassment course through his skin.

“i’ll say.” the blond replies, but he doesn’t tease. “you alright, omi?”

sakusa sighs – he really isn’t. his nerves are killing him and there’s an intense nervousness that pools in his belly. you make him nervous, did you know that?

“maybe i should cancel.” he says, and he looks at himself in the mirror again — coat, scarf, gloves, check, check, check.

“what? don’t do that.” atsumu shakes his head, “it’s five minutes ‘til 7.”

he’s probably right, sakusa thinks, you’re probably on your way by now, and even with the chilling weather outside, he feels way too hot for his own good.

he takes off his gloves to alleviate some of the warmth, placing it on his dresser as he paces.

“you’re an asshole, right?” sakusa says suddenly, “punch me in the face, take me to the ER, and i will reschedule whatever this night is to when i’m readier.”

(he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready, to be honest.)

“even if i do really want to punch you in the face right now, that is so not gonna happen.”

“being your friend is useless to me.”

“yet, i’m the one you called over here.”

the doorbell rings and the both of them freeze in their places, sakusa looks over to the clock and how is it 7 already? and must you be on time for everything?

you’re already here and his place is a mess and atsumu freaking miya is standing in the middle of his apartment.

he says the first thing he can think of, “hide.”

atsumu looks at him, “what?”

he insists, “hide now.”

“are ya nuts? your apartment is a shoebox, where the hell am i hiding in here?” atsumu shakes his head, and he follows sakusa’s eyes in response as he tilts his body to look over to the bed.

“no fuckin way, nuh uh.” he backs away, “i am not hiding under there.”

the doorbell rings again and atsumu feels the nerves getting to him too.

“please. i’ll owe you.”

and atsumu wants to say no - really, he does - he’s not some teenager caught with his pants down and has to be stashed away under a bed, but sakusa looks at him in a way that makes him unrecognizable.

sakusa may not know it, but everyone can tell, every single one of them on the team knows, just how much this means to him.

(after all, the only people in msby black jackals who don’t know that sakusa likes you are sakusa and you.)

so he relents, and he gets on his knees near the bed before he scurries off under it. “you so owe me for this.”

sakusa feels embarassed – ashamed, really. he’s actually invested in this - in this date, and he wishes he was kidding, but he’s not, and he hates it.

he opens the door, and you’re there, and it’s always nice to see you outside of work.

“hi.” he says, and he doesn’t know what else to say.

“hi.” you say back, and for a second, it’s quiet.

another second passes, “can i come in?”

and he wants to kick himself, “yes. of course.”

“it’s freezing tonight.” you make polite small talk, “good thing i wore my coat.”

“it looks nice.” he nods, and he is grateful you don’t say anything about the mess of his apartment. it takes him another beat to realize what he said, and he feels embarrassed, although he doesn’t know why, so he follows up, “the coat.”

he wants to hit himself. he sounds like he’s just talking about the coat.

“you as well.” he says again. “not just the coat, i meant to say. you and the coat are nice looking. both of you.” he wants to stop talking – why is he still talking?

he looks at you, “where’d you - uh - buy it?”

great, now he sounds like he wants to take the fucking coat.

there’s a sound almost like snickering coming from under the bed but before you could look over to it sakusa clears his throat again.

“i’m ready to go,” he says suddenly, “are you?”

you haven’t been able to get a word in all night it seems, but it makes you smile - amused, and you nod, “yes.”

the night starts off okay, it’s quiet though, and he thinks, are dates supposed to be quiet?

“you okay there, omi?” you break the silence, and he wonders if you can tell what he’s been thinking.

“yeah.” a short reply, “just cold.”

you nod, “ah.”

in an effort to keep the conversation going, and the sudden realization that he may be the reason why it’s such a quiet evening, he looks to the side, and tells you, as the two of you walk the pavement to the train station:

“i forgot my gloves.”

there’s a pink hue on his ears, and he’s grateful you don’t tease him about it.

you stop walking for a moment, so he stops too.

he watches you as you work, taking the left glove on your hand off and he says nothing when you ask him to give you his left hand.

“here.” you slip on your left glove on his left hand, and it’s a snug fit, but it is warm.

then you say, “do you mind?”

and he doesn’t know what you’re talking about until you put your - now, ungloved - left hand to his -also, ungloved - right hand. fingers interlacing.

“this way, it’ll stay warm, don’t you think?”

he doesn’t trust his voice and he’s more grateful for the snow now as he finds it being his excuse for how red his ears are getting. he can only nod his head, keeping his nose tucked in under his scarf.

his lips tremble and he’s not so sure if it’s from the cold or from you.

sakusa doesn’t gamble. he doesn’t like the risks of it all. he always feels there’s always gonna be too much to lose rather than gaining anything beneficial for him.

so no – there are very little things in the world he cares enough about for him to risk anything for.

“better?” you say, and he tries harder to focus on your voice rather than your warm hand.

“yes.”

you smile and he thinks it’s really nice. “so, why was atsumu under your bed?”

his face feels hot now, his first instinct to deny that there ever was any man named atsumu under his bed, but he knows that look you’re giving him, and he knows it would be pointless to lie.

still, he doesn’t know what to say to you.

“omi?”

but then again, he never knows what to say to you.

“… i asked him to come help me get ready.”

you tilt your head, “get ready for?”

the silence becomes your answer and sakusa feels his face burn. it feels like embarrassment – but it also feels like something else.

“oh.”

and unexpectedly, you laugh, and when he hears it, for the first time all evening, his nerves finally cool on him, and he laughs too.

you bump your shoulders with his, playful, “if it helps to know, i was nervous too.”

“because of me?” he doesn’t really believe you, he doesn’t think anything can make someone like you nervous, but you, on the other hand, make him nervous all the time.

“well, you don’t really talk to me at work,” you shrug, your voice sounding teasing, “i didn’t think you liked me all that much, to be honest.”

“sorry.” he says in quiet laughter, and he can’t bring himself to look at you.

you look at him though, and he wishes that you wouldn’t. he can hear the smile in your voice still, “for what?”

“for this shitty date.”

that makes you laugh even more and he feels like it’s gonna make him fall over.

“well, we haven’t even gotten to the restaurant yet so jury’s still out on whether it’s shitty or not.” you squeeze his hand, teasing.

(and he rolls his eyes, nerves gone, and feeling much better now that he’s talking to you.)

you are probably the riskiest person he’s ever met. you put everything on the line.

by all things considered, he should stay far, far away from you — you jeopardize it all, you could take all he’s ever worked for away.

but everytime you talk to him, everytime you touch him, everytime you say his name or bring him coffee — there is a feeling in his stomach that envelops his entire body and the corner he’s been backed into doesn’t feel as cold or as confining.

you smile at him and he wants it all: he wants to wake up next to you, he wants to fall asleep and you’re the last person he sees, he wants to drive you to work and he wants you to come home with him after the day is over.

“besides,” you say, and the snow may be cold, but his face feels warm.

your voice is soft, “you can just keep taking me on them until we get it right.”

the risk is you could take everything he’s ever worked for, his game, his career, his reputation, his name. but you smile at him and your hand is warm against his and your laugh feels like it’s gonna make him fall over, and he thinks, okay — take it all, it’s already yours anyway.

[jordanr770-blog]

I'll be that annoying person here because I never took an ethics class and don't know WTF you are all going on about. But you are not required to give a full detailed explanation as to why something as disgusting as cannibalism is bad. The cannibal is not going to care why eating a human is a dick move. The homophobe is probably not going to care if they are getting called out for their beliefs or behavior. You can try to change their outlook and can explain to them the harm they are causing, but going into a 5 full length page essay on why your reasons are superior will not help. Plus, some people may not know why they feel the things they do and I think it's reasonable to just say straight up "Cannibalism is bad because it's immoral and evil." That reason should be good enough and if you need to be told in more detail why, that's a you problem and it is not anyone's job to figure it out for you. Asking questions is very important, but asking "why is cannibalism/homophobia/racism bad? just makes the asker sound idiotically ignorant. I know this post is basically saying "critical thinking is important!" but I am not a fan of how all this was laid out to say that.

[hedwig221b]

Kinda random but do you know any fics where Derek calls Stiles baby or sweetheart (or something similar) and Stiles gets all flustered?

Can I offer you, like, my entire collection lmao 😭💖 It's baby, sweetheart, angel, kitten, sunshine... I love pet names

tbh when you mention sterek and pet names, siand is the first who comes to mind. Like, truly, a sterek pet name connossieur, and the one who got me addicted to 'kitten' as a pet name for Stiles

Tax Evasion by standinginanicedress

Stiles chews on his thumb a bit harder, and for a second he thinks about saying no. He thinks about letting the whole thing go and just going back to his life, the safe and easy way out. He considers just settling for someone who’ll never really get him, some boring guy who touches him the wrong way and buys him flowers sometimes. He’s been doing it for years upon years, now, and really, what’s a little bit longer? And then, what’s the rest of his life? What’s the worst that could happen, he wonders? Trying something is better than not trying at all.

Stars and Their Meanings by standinginanicedress

"You’re older,” Stiles begins counting, on his index, “you’re bad news,” on his middle, “you were recently accused of murder,” ring, “and we have not a damn thing in common,” his pinky. “I mean, come on. You just want to mess around with me if you want me at all.” “Mess around with you?” Derek shakes his head, like that blows his mind. “What is that supposed to mean?” Stiles waves his hand. “Like, ohh, you’re a bad boy, and I’m the Sheriff’s son, so it’s all so hot. I get it.”

Helen of Troy by standinginanicedress

Stiles can fake laugh, fake smile. He can play coy and he can be demure and barely eat anything in front of them, and he can sit still and do his little song and dance of feigning interest. But this is a little out of his scope. They want him to fully become someone else. They want him to be who everyone wants him to be, and it scares the shit out of Stiles, because he doesn’t know if he can do it for hours and hours while cameras watch his every single move. It’s a lot. It’s more than he bargained for.

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

You Were Already My Baby by SterekLoverForEver

Stiles would like to preface that he is NOT dating Derek. Even if Stiles wishes with all his heart, he knows he never has a chance with Derek. Stiles has seen such a positive change in Derek in almost 2 years of knowing him, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of his progress. Stiles has seen the hard work and dedication Derek has put in, Derek has become the most kind and special alpha the pack loves and relies on. Stiles knows that Derek has worked on uniting the pack together as well as developing a bond with each member of the pack. Derek has been able to level with each member and have their own unique friendship because he wants to be someone each member can turn to. While Stiles and Derek’s friendship may look different from the others, it’s only a friendship. So despite what others may say, Stiles would definitely know if he was in a relationship with the most perfect specimen that is Derek Hale. Or 6 Times (I couldn't help myself) Stiles Didn't Know He and Derek Were Dating + 1 Time He Did

Stay by wulfarchival (wyrmwolf)

In which Stiles just wants to loose his virginity and goes to The Jungle to do just that. But instead gets himself a hot Dom and a werewolf boyfriend. Except, he just doesn’t know about the werewolf part. Yet.

Baby by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

When Stiles was fifteen, he dubbed Derek Sourwolf, and unfortunately for Derek, the name stuck. In retrospect, Derek didn't really mind all that much, especially if it was a breathless whimper in his ear. Funny thing is, Derek didn't have a pet name for Stiles.

The Arrangement by Arver7

Through blackmail and lies, Stiles and Derek are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted. If they each want to survive each other, they must learn to coexist. But the more they get to know each other, the more they seem to care about each other. But will the lies stop them from falling in love?

Other fic recs: angsty fics + pt2 + pt3 | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles + pt2 | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles + pt2 | oblivious Stiles | oblivious sterek | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | feral Stiles | arranged marriage | Stiles is underestimated | mpreg w/o abo | accidental knotting | jock!Derek | jock!Stiles | alive Hales | spanking | royal abo au | longfic | void!Stiles | sheriff dissaproves | Stiles doesn't know about werewolves | soft fics | hales love stiles | somnophiIia | secret relationship | childhood friends |

[kpoplustzone]

Game of Nine - Twice smut

Jihyo x OC

voyeur, smut, breeding, multiple series, sneaky

My name is CHOI HYUK. I am a 26-year-old Korean who was lucky enough to become the manager of one of the most sexy and successful girl groups in Korea. Twice has been popular since its debut and has exploded in popularity later.

Especially their members who were sexy and charming and millions of people around the world fapped to their pictures and fan cams.

I was not an exception to this, and seeing all nine of them smiling at us, the newly hired manager, was a dream come true. I remember Kiho, another newly hired manager, standing beside me and gulping in a daze, seeing the amount of sexiness in front of us.

All nine of them brought out different kinds of charm for the fans, and seeing them perform for the fans, teasing them, showing just enough so that the men can only dream about their thick bodies.

When Choi Hyuk first joined the team as an assistant for TWICE, he thought he’d landed the dream job. Backstage access, travel, and a chance to work alongside the most admired women in the industry. For the first few weeks, things felt surreal. The members were warm, friendly — Jihyo especially. She had smiled at him often, even remembered his coffee order after the second day. He’d catch her humming during rehearsals, sometimes glancing his way with a nod or playful wink. For a quiet guy like him, it felt like more than just professional kindness. It felt personal.

But then Kiho arrived.

Short, round, always laughing too loud — Kiho had a way of making people feel instantly at ease. The girls loved him. At first, Hyuk didn’t mind. It was harmless. But within weeks, things shifted. He noticed the change in the air. They started calling Kiho cute, playfully teasing him, grabbing his arm, fixing his collar. The same smiles Hyuk once got were now all for Kiho. Even Jihyo — especially Jihyo.

She barely noticed Hyuk anymore. Some days, she wouldn’t even greet him.

He’d watch from the corner of the room as she whispered in Kiho’s ear, giggling, brushing against him like it meant nothing. And Kiho… Kiho lapped it up. He didn’t even try to hide it.

Hyuk never said a word. What would be the point? He was just the quiet one now. The background. The one who blended into walls and got forgotten during group dinners. Still, something inside him simmered — not quite anger, not quite heartbreak, but a slow, twisting burn of being invisible.

Which is why, when he woke up in the back of Jihyo’s RV that afternoon, groggy from a midday nap he hadn’t meant to take, he stayed quiet.

He heard the door shut.

Then footsteps.

Then her voice — that soft, teasing voice she used when she was in the mood to play.

And then he heard Kiho.

Hyuk didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He stayed hidden behind the thin curtain, barely peeking through, heart thudding in his chest. What he saw made his throat go dry.

Jihyo — pressed up against Kiho. Smiling. Whispering.

And touching him.

Not him. Never him.

But Hyuk couldn’t look away

Jihyo stepped into the RV, the soft click of the door locking behind her. The dim, amber lighting wrapped around her curves like a spotlight, catching the shine on her skin where her crop top clung tight across her chest. Her jeans, stretched smooth over her hips and thighs, made every step a show. She stretched her arms over her head, back arching, giving her assistant a full view — and she saw the way his eyes dropped, slowly, drinking her in like he was starving.

She smirked.

"You’ve been staring all day," she said, voice low, teasing. Her heels clicked softly as she crossed the small space between them, hips swaying just enough to drive a man crazy. "Why don’t you just admit it?" She stopped in front of him, so close her breath warmed his cheek. Her fingers brushed lightly over his collar, dragging down his chest, slow and playful. "You think about me when I’m not around, don’t you?"

He swallowed hard, too stunned to speak.

Jihyo’s eyes flicked down, then up again, watching his reactions with a wicked satisfaction. Her hands slid to his waist, fingers curling around his belt loop, tugging him closer until they were almost touching. "You're easy to read," she whispered. "And honestly… I kinda like it."

What neither of them noticed was the slight shift behind the curtain at the back of the RV. Hidden in the shadows, Choihyuk had woken the second the door opened. At first, he stayed still, groggy and annoyed, but now his eyes were wide, locked on the scene unfolding just feet away. He didn’t dare move. His breath caught in his throat as he peeked through a small gap in the curtain, heart thudding.

Jihyo leaned in again, her lips just barely brushing the assistant’s jaw. "I wonder how long you can hold back," she whispered. "Should we find out?"

She didn’t notice the way Choihyuk’s hand clutched the edge of the couch, or how hard it was for him to stay still. The tension inside the RV was thick, hot, and humming — one assistant frozen under her touch, the other hidden and burning with a mix of jealousy, longing, and something deeper he’d never dared admit out loud.

Jihyo turned to walk away, but before she could even take a full step, Kiho reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not rough — just enough to stop her. She turned back to face him, her heart racing in a way that startled her. There was something about the way Kiho looked at her now — something that was no longer just shy admiration, but something much bolder, darker.

"You really think I'm going to let you walk away like that?" Kiho’s voice was low, his words lingering in the air. There was no mistaking the challenge in his tone now. His hand slid from her wrist to her waist, pulling her toward him with a confidence that made Jihyo’s breath catch in her throat. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her shirt, and the soft pressure of his touch made her pulse race.

Jihyo blinked, her body suddenly responding in ways she didn’t expect. Her skin felt alive, every nerve ignited by the simple, bold touch of his hand. She glanced down at him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Kiho…" she whispered, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless.

Kiho’s hand slid further, just grazing the curve of her hip before sliding around her back. His fingers flexed, pressing her body even closer to his. The warmth of him, the way his chest brushed against hers, made Jihyo tremble, a soft shiver running through her as he leaned in, his lips barely a breath away from her ear. "You don’t have to go anywhere, Jihyo," he whispered, his voice soft, yet filled with an unmistakable hunger.

Jihyo’s heart skipped. She should have pulled away. She knew she should, but every inch of her body was begging her to stay. Kiho’s touch, the way he was looking at her now, with that mix of confidence and desire… It was like a switch had flipped in him. He was no longer the shy assistant. He was a man who wanted her, and he was no longer afraid to show it.

Kiho’s other hand came up, brushing against her cheek, his fingers trailing slowly down her jaw, caressing her skin. She gasped, her body going taut under his touch, the sensation making her whole body tremble. His hand slid lower, ghosting over her neck before landing on her shoulder, his thumb drawing small circles over her skin. The simple, tender touch made Jihyo shudder again, her breath coming faster, deeper.

"You look so perfect," Kiho murmured, his voice rougher now. His hand slid lower, reaching the small of her back, pulling her in even closer. His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from hers now. "I can’t stop thinking about you," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin.

Jihyo's heart raced. Her body responded without thinking, pressing closer into him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if pulling him even closer. She wanted this. She needed this…”

Before she could finish, Kiho’s lips brushed over hers, just a featherlight kiss that made her stomach twist with desire. His lips were soft, teasing, as if waiting for her to respond. She gasped, her body instinctively leaning into the kiss, her lips parting just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

Her hands found their way up to his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more. The heat between them intensified with each passing second, every touch, every kiss, making her tremble harder under him. Kiho wasn’t holding back anymore. His hands roamed down her body, one sliding to her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.

Jihyo’s breath was ragged, her body alive with sensations she couldn’t control. Every touch from him sent electric jolts through her, making her skin burn with need. She trembled again, this time more violently, and Kiho noticed. He smiled against her lips, feeling the way her body responded to him. His hands roamed lower, sliding over the curves of her waist, the smoothness of her thighs, exploring with purpose.

In the back of the RV, Choihyuk watched, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes were wide, glued to the scene before him. He had always admired Jihyo, but seeing her like this — vulnerable, trembling, desired — made his heart pound in his chest. He watched as Kiho’s hands traced the curve of her body, feeling like an intruder, but unable to look away. His goddess, the one he had always looked up to, was here, right in front of him, being touched in a way he had never imagined.

Jihyo, completely unaware of Choihyuk's presence, was lost in the heat of the moment, her body pressed tightly against Kiho’s. His hands moved with confidence, each touch pushing her closer to the edge of control. She gasped as he pulled her even closer, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands exploring her body with growing boldness.

Kiho’s lips met hers again, this time with a fierce passion, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed her against the table, the movement so sudden that Jihyo’s breath caught in her throat. Her body felt like it was on fire, every inch of her trembling with need. And as she clung to him, she couldn’t stop herself from pulling him closer, her body responding to his touch without a single thought.

In the back, Choihyuk could only watch in stunned silence, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he admired more than anyone being kissed, touched, and desired in ways he could never have imagined.

The air in the RV was thick with heat, the moment between Kiho and Jihyo crackling with an electricity neither of them could deny. Kiho, his breath still ragged from the kiss, pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. Jihyo's lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, and it made him smile. He could feel the pulse of desire radiating off her, and it thrilled him.

"Earlier," Kiho said, his voice lower now, each word deliberate as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. "When you were performing… in front of that crowd… You were incredible." He paused, his eyes darkening with something more primal. "You made them all watch. You had them all in the palm of your hand, just… lusting after you."

Jihyo shivered at the words, her body reacting to his touch, her breath quickening. "I didn't think you were watching that closely," she teased, her voice a little shaky, trying to act casual, but she could feel the heat of his gaze seeping into her skin.

Kiho leaned in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I was watching every move you made. And they were all just there, watching you, wanting you… But only I get to touch you like this." His words were almost a growl, filled with possessiveness, yet there was something softer in his tone. Something that made Jihyo's heart race even faster.

Jihyo's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling a mix of heat and anticipation run through her veins. She had always known the effect she had on people, but hearing it from Kiho made her feel something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit.

Her body responded instinctively to him. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. "And what makes you think you’re the only one who can touch me?" she asked, her voice a challenge, though it was laced with desire.

Kiho’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low laugh, the sound rich with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Because, Jihyo," he said, trailing his fingers down the length of her arm until they found the curve of her waist, pulling her against him with a firm but gentle hand. "I can see how badly you want it. I can feel how much you need it." His voice was low and silky, each word sending a wave of heat through her. "And I can see how you’re trembling under my touch. No one else will get to see you like this."

Jihyo gasped, the feeling of his hand on her waist sending a ripple of warmth through her entire body. The intimacy of his words, the way he saw her, truly saw her, was almost too much to handle. She tried to resist, but it was clear that Kiho had found a way to make her lose control.

"You're not just teasing me," Kiho whispered, his lips brushing over her neck as he continued, his voice like honey, "You’re letting me see all of you. And I promise, you won't regret this."

Jihyo’s hands roamed to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her skin. "You think you have me figured out?" she asked breathlessly, her voice a mix of confidence and desire. "You think you're the only one who knows what I want?"

Kiho’s lips found the sweet spot on her neck, his kiss gentle, then more urgent, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. "I know exactly what you want," he murmured against her skin, his hands moving slowly, possessively, up her back, inching toward the curve of her shoulder. "And it’s only a matter of time before you stop pretending you don’t want me too."

Jihyo’s body quivered under his touch, her mind swirling with desire. She could feel the pull, the growing need between them, and the way Kiho’s words — his actions — were slowly unravelling her resolve. She wanted him. She could feel it deep inside, but she wasn’t ready to fully surrender, not yet.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was slow at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But Kiho was quick to respond, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened. He tasted like fire, his hands roaming her body with an urgency that sent sparks of desire through her entire being.

And all the while, Choi hyuk remained hidden in the back, watching, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw Jihyo, the woman he had quietly adored from afar, completely consumed by Kiho. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the way Jihyo’s body responded to Kiho’s touch, the way her face flushed with desire. It was like watching his goddess being claimed, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The air inside the RV was thick, almost suffocating, with the weight of unspoken desires. Jihyo stood in front of Kiho, her body electric with anticipation, yet her mind still conflicted, unsure of where this was headed. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a pull she couldn’t seem to escape. Her body responded to him — she could feel the way her pulse quickened with every glance, every touch.

Kiho stepped closer, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Jihyo's skin flushed under his gaze, her body instinctively shifting, her shoulders back, subtly arching in the way she knew was most seductive. She could feel the fabric of her shirt clinging to her curves, outlining the smooth shape of her chest, her waist, and the gentle curve of her hips.

“You know,” Kiho said, his voice low, almost a whisper, “every time you move… you make it impossible for me to look away.”

Jihyo swallowed, her breath shallow, as Kiho reached out to trace the edge of her shirt, his fingers just grazing the fabric, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The touch was light, teasing, but it felt as though every nerve in her body was awakening. She could feel his eyes on her, sensing the way he was drinking in every inch of her body, as though she was something both forbidden and irresistible.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, wanting to move, but unsure of how. She was playing a game now, a dance that she both feared and craved. The way Kiho looked at her made her feel seen — truly seen — for the first time, as though every part of her body, every curve, was something worth admiring.

“You’re so beautiful, Jihyo,” Kiho murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something deeper. “I’ve seen you on stage… but standing here, with me, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time.”

His words wrapped around her like a silken thread, tightening, pulling her closer to him. She bit her lip, feeling both exposed and powerful. Her legs felt weak as she took a small step back, almost imperceptibly, but Kiho was quick to follow, closing the space between them once again. His breath was warm on her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his hands sliding up to the small of her back, pulling her toward him so that she could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers.

Jihyo’s breath caught. She could feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt, his body strong and solid against hers, and it made her heart race. The tension between them was palpable — thick, electric. Her skin tingled under his touch, every inch of her body becoming acutely aware of the way he was holding her, the way he was gazing at her as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Kiho’s hands slid slowly, deliberately, to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush; his touch was slow, gentle, yet there was an undeniable hunger in the way he moved. Jihyo’s heart pounded in her chest as he lifted the fabric, exposing the soft curve of her midriff. She trembled, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him. Every instinct in her told her to stay, to let the tension between them build even further.

Her body responded to him, even when her mind was hesitant. She could feel the pull of gravity between them, each inch closer, each brush of his hands against her skin, only serving to make her more desperate for the next moment, the next touch. Kiho’s gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with desire, and yet there was something tender, almost reverent, in the way he looked at her.

“I know you want this,” Kiho said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “I can feel it. Don’t fight it.”

Jihyo shuddered under his words. She wanted him. She couldn’t deny it. The way he made her feel — the way he saw her — it was too much to ignore. Slowly, hesitantly, she allowed her hands to drift upward, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Each movement was slow, deliberate, and as the fabric began to fall from her shoulders, she could feel Kiho’s gaze burning into her skin.

She wasn’t sure when it happened — when she stopped being afraid and started giving into the attraction, the magnetism between them. But once the shirt had slipped off, leaving her in a simple tank top that clung to her curves, Jihyo didn’t feel exposed; she felt empowered. She felt desired, in a way that was both intoxicating and thrilling.

Kiho’s eyes darkened further, his breath catching as he looked at her body, taking in every inch of her, every curve that made her uniquely her. The way her waist curved down to her hips, the soft roundness of her thighs, the way her skin glowed under the dim light. He couldn’t look away.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. "Every part of you is a masterpiece."

Jihyo could feel the heat rising between them. She was trembling, not just from desire, but from something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

But in that moment, with Kiho’s hands hovering just inches away from her body, she felt something stir inside her — a desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted in a way that was undeniable.

ihyo’s pulse quickened with every small movement he made, every slight shift in the way he touched her. His hand rested just above her waist, fingertips lightly grazing the smooth skin of her lower back. His touch was tender, yet there was a quiet confidence in the way he caressed her, as though he already knew exactly how to make her tremble without trying too hard.

She caught her breath as Kiho’s eyes slowly traced the curves of her body. Her chest rose and fell as she fought the urge to pull away, to resist, but something deeper inside of her told her to lean in, to explore the feeling between them, to see where it might lead. She could feel the heat radiating between them, his presence so strong it was almost overwhelming.

“Kiho,” she whispered, her voice low, unsure of what she wanted but needing something. His name escaped her lips like a breath, a question and a command all in one.

Kiho didn’t answer with words. Instead, he let his hands glide down her side, his touch gentle and purposeful. He paused just below her ribs, letting his fingers lightly trace the outline of her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. There was no rush, no need to hurry. He wanted to savor this moment, every second, every inch of her. The curve of her waist, the way her body responded to his touch, it was all so intoxicating.

Jihyo’s breath caught as he leaned closer, his lips brushing just above her navel, sending a shiver through her body. She could feel his warmth, his breath hot against her skin, but it wasn’t until his lips made contact that she finally let herself relax into the sensation. His kiss was soft, almost reverent, as though he was cherishing every part of her.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at her with those dark, intense eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all he saw was the spark of desire in her gaze, the same desire that burned in his chest. Without a word, his lips found her skin once again, this time lower, pressing delicate kisses just above her waistband.

Her body responded, her muscles trembling at the sensation of his lips on her. She had never felt so exposed, yet at the same time, so alive. The air around them felt thick, the tension between them palpable

Kiho slowly grazed his fingers along the surface of her tank top, and his thick fingers circled around the thick buds that were hard like a rock, and he could feel her body trembling as her back arched, giving him the full view of her huge breasts that were renowned in the K-pop industry. He could not wait to suck on those pink buds that every south Korean men wished to.

Choi Hyuk could barely breathe as he watched from the shadows, his body tensed with raw, burning jealousy. Jihyo—gorgeous, untouchable Jihyo—was trembling under Kiho’s stubby but commanding hands, her breath hitching in her throat, her curves pressed close to him like a dream slipping out of control. She was a vision of pure temptation: her tight tank top straining over her full, perfect breasts, her toned thighs shifting restlessly, as if begging for more. Hyuk's hand instinctively moved lower, trying in vain to soothe the painful bulge growing with every second of the shameless show before him. He grit his teeth, helpless, as Kiho, emboldened by her reaction, slid his hand along her waist, looking seconds away from tearing the thin fabric away and burying his face between those irresistible mountains.

Just as Kiho’s fingers curled under the edge of her top, a thunderous knock rattled the door, making Jihyo yelp in panic. She hurriedly tugged her clothes back into place, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, and threw herself onto the seat beside Kiho, trying to look innocent even as the air around her crackled with unspent heat. The RV door creaked open slowly, and Hyuk’s heart nearly stopped.

There, silhouetted in the doorway like a goddess descending to earth, stood Momo—the only other idol who could rival Jihyo’s lethal allure. Dressed in a short skirt and a tight crop top that left little to the imagination, she stepped inside with a smile that could melt steel, her eyes sweeping over the room before settling on the guilty-looking pair. With a playful glint in her gaze, she closed the door behind her, trapping all that smoldering tension inside the RV.

That is it for part 1. Part 2 continues with sneaky actions inside the RV with Momo and Jihyo at the same time. Kiho, you lucky bastard

[m0nnypie]

I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

Summary: Just the pov of Finnick loving you over the years, and remembering everything about you

Warnings: cute but with a bit of angst on Finn's part. Other than that, all happiness and love.

a/n: Well, excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language. And I tried my best to make it as much like Finnick as I could, but this is my first fic of his lol. Anyway, I hope you like it and enjoy <3

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Finnick remembers the first time he saw you. He was eight and you were only six. Your father had gone to see his for some reason Finnick can't remember — not least because he hadn't been paying attention to them. What he does remember is you glaring at him. It made him laugh, which only deepened your frown.

He imagines it was because you didn't like him very much at the time. He didn’t blame you. With your older brother constantly saying that no boy was any good, it was hard to be friends with anyone he was always badmouthing. Finnick didn’t blame your brother either — in a world like theirs, any protection, even unnecessary, was better than none. Still, nothing changed how cute and funny he had found you at the time. After that day, you never met in person again.

The time he considers the second was when his name was called at the reaping. He remembers your eyes glued to him; you were twelve, and he was fourteen. He could feel your pity seeping through his skin. He didn’t blame you — after all, like it or not, it was still the Hunger Games. But knowing that you were looking at him made it almost funny to him, and it was with that thought in mind that he entered the arena.

The third time was when he returned home victorious. Of course, there were lots of people congratulating him — his relieved family and everyone else — but the only thing he saw was you, walking toward him. He didn't think it was of his own volition, considering you was with your father and brother, but as soon as you approached, you wore the best, most beautiful smile he had ever seen you give. And for the first time in years, you spoke to him.

"Congratulations on winning, Finnick. I'm glad you're back... well, we're glad."

He could see the smile on your father’s face, though he couldn’t say the same for your brother. Not that he minded. So he just smiled back at you — not the smile he reserved for the Capitol, but a real smile.

"Thank you. I'm glad to see you too."

He saw you get embarrassed, and he wanted to laugh at that. But he wouldn’t — not in front of your father. Not yet.

For the rest of the day, he listened to his father talk about how much your father complained about you, because you wouldn't stop talking about Finnick. His father laughed as he ruffled his hair affectionately. And it’s not like Finnick was going to complain.

Everyone said it was normal for girls to have a little crush on boys who won at something — at least, that’s what the people he knew told him. Maybe that’s why, two months later, it was as if Finnick no longer existed to you. You were back in your own world, with your friends, without him. Not that it bothered him — not really.

The next time he really saw you, you were sixteen, and he was eighteen. He was a mentor now, and when your name was called at the reaping, he could see on your face how much you hated it. Most people didn't care or thought that a dead kid from District 4 wouldn't make much difference, since you wasn’t a Career or someone important. Finnick hated it — but he would never say so.

He also remembers how, for whatever reason, you didn't put any effort into your training. He thought it was because of what everyone thought of you as a tribute, or maybe you just didn't give a damn about dying in the arena. He didn't admit it at the time, but he had been terrified that you wouldn't make it out of the arena alive. He also remembers how surprised everyone was by your training score — including him. It was a ten. He remembers it clearly, and you didn't seem to mind.

On the day of the Games, all you did was say goodbye to your stylists. You didn't look in anyone else's direction, but he didn't blame you. If you were going to become one of the last survivors, there would come a point when you would have to kill someone. It wasn't something everyone wanted to face.

He remembers seeing you in the arena — you did well. For the first few days, you kept to yourself, hiding and trying to survive. But at some point — he can't say exactly when — things changed. Perhaps it was when the male tribute from your district was killed, or when you saw a pair of boys, just twelve years old, die.

It wasn't a change that anyone on Capitol had noticed. But Finnick knew you well enough to say that the deaths of people you barely knew had affected you. He still remembers when one of the tributes from District 4 was a twelve-year-old boy - you didn't know him, but you still went to say goodbye. You were only fourteen.

And at that very moment, you had just thrown an axe into the head of the boy from District 3 who had killed the twelve-year-olds. You hadn't thought — you had just acted. Obviously, this had a positive consequence for you in the Capitol's eyes, because a while later, you were sent food that would last for about four days.

He remembers the exact moment you won. He wanted to say he was relieved, but that wouldn't be fair to you. Until you left for District 4, you didn't say a single word to him. Perhaps because no one was looking at you with such high expectations anymore, you felt confident enough to speak.

"Do you regret killing those people to survive?"

"No."

He had to be honest; he couldn't lie. But after that, he didn't hear your voice again for the rest of the journey — you didn't even look at him. Still, when you arrived in District 4, you acted as if you were fine, as if you didn’t care.

He also remembers when you became friends. It was a good thing — a big step, considering that before, you wouldn’t even look him in the face. Now he understood why. Even though it hadn't seemed like it before, you had lots of friends. You were funny, entertaining, and you cooked extremely well. Finnick admitted that he envied your food — and he couldn’t lie about that.

He obviously remembers the following year, when the two of you were mentors. You were only seventeen, but you didn't seem bothered about directing two people toward a possible death. He saw how hard you worked not to get attached to either of the tributes, because if they didn't come back, you wouldn't feel guilty. But when Annie returned, alive and safe, he also saw you break down. You hugged her as if she were going to disappear. And he didn’t blame you for that either. Over the next year, no one ever brought up the subject of Annie becoming a mentor.

When you were nineteen, things went to another level. Once ignored, now he was kissed when no one was watching — well, that was a breakthrough. He remembers every kiss, every smile. He also remembers when you woke him up at dawn to help Annie. He didn't mind; he was spending time with you and helping a friend.

While he was making tea, if he looked over his shoulder, he could see you hugging her, whispering what sounded like a lullaby — the kind you sing to babies when they can't stop crying. He could see how much you loved and cared for Annie, and that always made him fall in love with you a little more, even if he didn’t know it at the time.

He certainly remembers the time he told you he loved you. You had just turned twenty-one. You said it back. And you held each other for the rest of the night.

He also remembers the 74th Hunger Games. He saw your relief when those two young people, madly in love — though he didn't believe in that farce — survived together. You didn’t know them, but you were obviously happy for them.

He also — sadly — remembers the Quarter Quell. When his name was called, he had imagined it would happen. But that day, once again, he saw you. Annie had been called, and before Mags could volunteer, you did. He saw you hugging Annie, comforting her as he heard her whisper "sorry," but you just smiled at her. And as you hugged, he heard you say:

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let that happen to her again."

"I know..."

He didn’t know. No — actually, he did. He just didn’t want to admit it, because admitting it meant facing the reality that this year, he’d be going into the arena with you. And he didn’t even want to think about that.

In the arena, he did everything he could to protect you, Katniss, and Peeta. He really wanted the plan to work. He believed that you would be fine if they separated. But when he woke up, you weren’t there with him. You were in the Capitol with the others. For the first time in years, he wished he had died in that arena when he was fourteen.

He felt it the moment he got you back — you weren’t really there. He spoke to you, but you didn’t listen. And if he tried to touch you, he saw you despair, screaming as if he had hurt you. And he felt that way — he felt guilty for letting the Capitol lay even a single finger on you. They told him to take it easy. He wanted to tell everyone to fuck off, but when he looked at you, he knew they were right.

At that very moment, he was keeping you company, obviously giving you space — he didn’t want you to get hurt. But when he heard you calling him, he admitted he was desperate; you hadn’t even looked him in the face for days. So probably, if you had asked him to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, he would have — even if he didn’t need to. But he held back.

"Finnick?"

"Yes, dear? Do you need anything?"

"I'm sorry..." It came out as a whisper.

"Hey, hey, what are you apologizing for? You have nothing to apologize for."

"I..." You didn’t manage to finish before tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, please don’t cry..." He tried his best to comfort you without having to touch you. But before he could decide what to do, you hugged him — a little hesitantly, but you hugged him. And at that moment, he collapsed. He shouldn’t have cried — not when you were in such a fragile moment — but he couldn’t help it.

For a moment in his life, he had thought he had lost you, that he would never see you again. And at that moment, he decided he would never let go of you — not with the possibility of losing you again. He would never let that happen. He would always see you now.

[bunnyclawzz]

Can you do more hyperfem reader x Mohawk mark??

Yesyesyes!! I lovee mohawk Mark so much, I might make this a little series😋

Opposites!

Mohawk Mark x Hyperfem!reader

Going shopping with you would be a full-time job to anyone who wasn't him. He never got bothered when you would ask to go. Yeah, he had those snarky little comments, but her never actually meant any of them

"Maarrkk? Can you come to the mall wi-" he didn't even let you finish asking for his company before he cut you off in a rude yet affectionate way. "Stop asking me like I'm ever gonna let you go alone. The hell do you even need from there anyways?" he questioned without even looking up from his phone. His response had a warm grin blossoms onto your face, the kind of smile that he could tell was there without needing to turn to check. A soft hum leaves your glossed lips before you reply. "Wanna get new clothes for spring. Maybe early summer shoppin' too. Maybe we can get some for you too!' you'd offer all enthusiastically as if you were the one paying for any items. He turns his head to face you, raising an eyebrow at you with a slanted head "..Sure. Whatever you pick, princess" he spoke, purposely using the nickname that always made you feel all warm inside and out.

Just like clockwork, each and every time you were shopping with him he would follow you around like a stray dog. He'd carry whichever drink you had chosen for the warm afternoon-weather it's a iced soda, a boba tea, or an overly sugared iced coffee, it's in his hand while you wander around whichever shop caught your attention first. "Hmm.." you buzz softly, eyes scanning around for just a moment. Your soft hand takes his rough and hard-skinned one to lead him into a store that makes him look like an action figure stuck into a dollhouse.

"Mark," you began as you lifted a lacy pink baby doll top up into his view "do you like this?" you questioned as your free hand ran along the pastel fabric. He had no time to respond before you continued on with the questions. "Or do you like the yellow one better? Oh-they have blue! You like blue, right?" He couldn't hold back the big smile that plastered across his face as you trailed on and on about the colors of the tops that had your attention. "I do like blue, yeah, but you shouldn't just get something 'cause it's a color I like" You're silent for a few seconds, clearly up in your head thinking about something. After just another second you click your tongue and shake your head, you voice coming out like the curb of a morning bird. "Nope!" You said, popping the 'p' in the word as you set the pink top down and reached for the French blue colored one instead, "Already got an outfit for it planned in my head." He chuckles at your words. His hand reaches out to take the top, holding it up to your body in attempt to get a visual. "Yeah? Can't wait to see it on" He said in a low murmur as he eyed you up.

Just around an hour into the trip you had your own drink in hand, sipping contently as your boyfriend followed you around whilst carrying all your shopping bags, all full of items purchased by him. Store after store, changing room after changing room and giving endless input and compliments and watching you swatch an endless amount of lippies only to buy you one new lipstick and a new mascara tube-how could he not spoil you? You're the one thing in his life that is absolutely perfect in and out, he has to treat you as what you are. "Princess," he began with a soft sigh, "Come on, we're sitting at the food court for a minute. Just the sound of those shoes tells me they're uncomfortable" he said as he gestured to the open-toed kitten heels on your feet. He barely let your brain process the words, just quick to take you by the wrist and tug you to the first open seats he could find.

"Alright," he spoke again, "I"m getting you a burger and fries. Do you want a new drink?" You didn't respond for a few seconds. Your eyes got glued to him, admiring him and all he does for you for just a few seconds before you answered. "...get me a lemonade?" "Got it" he said as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. "I'll be right back, just sit and rest your feet for a few minutes."

Upon meeting Mark, the weirdo-punk with the spiky mohawk and short temper, you never thought you'd like him, let alone date him. You would've never dreamt that being paired with said weirdo would lead to you being treated like royalty and being absolutely spoiled rotten whenever he could. Can’t help but adore his very unlikely girlfriend

[luviisabella]

healing with luviisabella ۶ৎBNHA UNI.AU

(a short series, suggestive + fluff)

-> katsuki bakugou 🩵

dating

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It had been 4 months, almost 5 since you and Bakugou started dating. It was a cliche friends to lovers and he ironically confessed first. You still remember the day because his face was red and he swore if you said no he would have died then and there. Luckily for both of you, no wasn’t the answer..

You had been in relationships before.. one becoming very intimate and it’s the reason why you’re preparing hot chocolate and getting ready with Bakugou to have what might be an interesting conversation.

The topic of sex hasn’t really lingered much in your relationship, small PDA and casual touching of course, but it never led to anything more than that. It started to make you wonder, was something wrong ?

You gently sat the hot chocolate down before getting comfortable on the couch. Bakugou was in his patrol uniform, it was late but unfortunately he got called in, meaning you had a good hour to get this over with.

You hesitated, not sure how to really start the conversation, so you decided to lay it out as blunt as possible.

“I know we’ve only been dating for four months..”

his eyebrow quirks up

“But I’m wondering… how come you haven’t.. i don’t know, mentioned or wanted sex ?”

Now you’ve got his attention, he looks at you with a straight face, almost scanning your eyes for something.

“I could ask you the same thing” is his only response as he relaxes against the arm of the couch.

He has a point.. why haven’t you said anything ?

“I don’t know..” and for some reason you can’t seem to meet his eyes

“I’m waiting for you, y/n”

His words send chills down your spine.. you look up at him wanting to ask but he already answers

“I want you to come to me when you’re ready”

And his sentence repeats in your head, you know he means it, Bakugou could never be bothered to fake anything

You try to mumble out words but instead your lip quivers as your eyes fill with tears.

He hesitates to move closer to you, not sure what he said caused you to cry.

“I’m sorry.” And this may have been the first time you’ve ever caught him by surprise, because what the hell are you apologizing for ?

“I’m.. *hiccup* I’m sorry.. I think I’ve been too scared, I did it before but one person and he-“ and your vision went completely blurry, overcome by tears you could only make out the movement of what looked like Bakugou’s figure.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you in tight and although you couldn’t see his expression.. he looked.. sad.

“I d-didnt want you to hate me.. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t talk about it because I wanted.. I wanted to forget.. it hurt so much and I-“

Your words were cut off by him hugging you tighter and you couldn’t help out cry into his chest.

“You don’t have to explain it to me.”

Those were his only words as he let you cry, he could tell you needed it, this was something you had been holding in for a while.

Once he noticed you were quiet he gently let go and let you rub the tears from your cheeks, he wanted to give you as much space as he could while still letting you know he was right here.

“He hurt me.. I was an idiot when we dated and it wasn’t until after that I realized all the things he did and I can’t take it back or change it and I feel.. I don’t know”

“Why take it back ?”

You look up at him in confusion..

“You had an experience with a guy who treated you like shit. He’s clearly a fucking dumbass for letting you walk out of his life but it seems to have worked out cause now you’re mine.”

And his little remark earns a soft smile from you, one he always loves to see.

“Don’t cry over some piece of shit who never cared to begin with. What happened between you two, it doesn’t matter. You’re y/n, not him, and he doesn’t and didn’t deserve you. So get that jackass off your mind cause he doesn’t deserve that shit either.”

And now you can’t help but roll your eyes at his obvious attempt to make you laugh.

He leans in to kiss your forehead.. a gentle act but it always makes your heart melt.

“If we’re doing anything, it’s at your own pace got that ?”

And you nod your head wondering how you got so lucky. Wondering if all the things you went through were with it if it meant you’d have this. Have him.

He gets ready to stand up seeing as his patrol starts soon but before he does he gives you a much needed kiss and leans into whisper in your ear..

“I’ll make sure I do everything his ass failed to do. I’ll be the first and the last to give you what you need.”

And before you could process what he meant he was already up, grinning because seeing your reaction to his words was worth every bit of him being late.

The door closed and you could hear his explosions as he went off to his patrol.. despite everything, the tears, the sadness, the anger, you knew it would be okay.

sincerely, a girl who’s still healing :)