#that man's gonna give me a heart condition one of these days

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑨𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔*

Chapter 3

Chapter(3) Title -> Little Hero

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Fighting, Mentions of blood and bullying, Shower Sex, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Oral (M), Knotting, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Biting/Marking. Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags

A/N: This was made with days in between so I’m sorry if it may seem a little wonky :(

Series Master List

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Minho tried to squirm his way from your sleeping grasp. Wanting to go make breakfast however your hold on him was tight. He let out a small sigh before trying to peal your hands off of him one last time. You started to squirm under him making him stop. Too late though, you were awake. “Stop moving” you said softly against his ear making stutter.

“I gotta go make breakfast.” He said softly trying to turn a bit to look at you.

“I’ll let you go on one condition” you said with a sly smile.

“Whats that?” He said tilting his head to look at you better.

“You gotta let me help” you said your smile growing.

“Y/n” he started saying before you cut him off.

“Please” you said giving him puppy dog eyes now.

“Fine, but how are you gonna get away from them?” He said pointing at the men that clung to you.

“I got this” you said.

You let him go, watching him as he got up turning to watch you. You started to move before Chan grabbed ahold of you.

“Where you going?” He said groggily.

“Gonna help make breakfast. You sleep.” You said softly kissing his cheek. You pulled Jisung over a bit letting him cuddle up to Chan before you smirked at Minho.

“See. Now let’s go cook” you said walking towards the kitchen trying not to wake anyone else up.

Minho grabbed a pan before rummaging through the fridge. “Take this and cut it” he said handing you fruit.

You saluted him “Roger that”

He rolled his eyes before starting the eggs, bacon, sausage and other things. You kept asking for anything to help. He had you make some pancakes and set the table as he cooked. As he watched you make the food he couldn’t help but melt. Cooking was something he absolutely loved and sharing it with you made him almost giddy. His body almost moved on its own, coming behind wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped a little feeling him but settled quickly letting out a content hum.

His heart was honestly racing, he’s never felt anything like the way he’s feeling with you. He didn’t know if it was because of you being an omega or simply the fact that you were so kind. He leaned into you more head resting on your back. Swaying back and forth you couldn’t help but giggle. This scary looking guy just being soft with you. He moved his head a little to watch you flip the pancake. He let out a content sigh before kissing your neck softly. His hands rested firmly on your hips as he kept you in place. His body was so warm and his scent was almost earthy like wood but with sweet scents like honeydew.

As he let another kiss to your neck he took in a deep breath taking your scent in. He couldn’t help but burry his head into your neck kissing it more as he breathed you in.

“This is the kitchen, it’s meant for eating not whatever this is” a voice from behind said.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words before Minho shot back “I could be eating” he said looking at him with a grin.

Seungmin came beside you getting in the fridge for a water. “Don’t let him fool you, he’s a bully” Seungmin said with a little smirk looking from your face to Minho.

Minho rolled his eyes pulling himself from you before putting the food on the table. “Wanna go wake everyone up?” Minho asked you as he placed the last bit of food. You nodded going back to wake the boys up. You woke up each man one by one before getting to Chan when you went to wake him he grabbed your arm pulling you to him. He kissed you softly before nuzzling his face into your neck. He nipped at your neck softly before his hand came up under your shirt.

“Chan” you said softly “hey we’re in the living room, wake up” you said trying to wake him more.

“Smell so good” he said against your neck before he started sucking a purple mark onto it. Your body was becoming hot as his hand wondered up your body.

“Bangchan.” You heard Minhos voice yelling making Chan jolt awake.

“Sorry y/n should have warned you some of the boys have some troubles waking up. Just glad Felix didn’t do anything.”

“Hey! That was one time and I was having a nightmare!” Felix yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah yeah, you’re not the one that had a black eye” Minho said in a huff.

Chan lifted your head to look at him “sorry sweetheart” he said before kissing you softly.

“Suck face later, breakfast is ready and you know Minho won’t let us eat unless we are all here!” Seungmin yelled from the kitchen.

You both laughed getting up before heading to the kitchen. You all ate and discussed plans for today.

“I gotta go to the store today, y/n wanna come with and pick some stuff out?” Felix asked with a smile.

“Sounds good to me” you said with a smile back.

“I’ll drive you guys, I gotta pick up a few things anyways.” Minho said.

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After breakfast you headed to get a shower when you opened the door you were greeted with a naked Hyunjin making your face turn bright red.

“I- uhm I’m sorry I didn’t-“ you stuttered out making him chuckle.

“You getting a shower?” He asked smiling.

“Yeah” you nodded.

“Cool, we can take on together!” He said.

“Is that ok?” You asked. Sure you remembered Chan saying about sharing you with everyone but you were afraid of making him upset.

“Don’t worry Angel, it’s ok. You’re all of ours to love. If it makes you feel better though I can call Chan” he said picking his phone up.

You shook your head “i- I just wanted to make sure I don’t want to” you started to say softly looking at the floor.

“Make him mad? Trust me. It’s ok.” Hyunjin said as he moved closer to you. He lifted your head up to look at him before kissing you lovingly. His lips felt like little clouds and tasted sweet like the syrup from the pancakes. When he pulled away his cheeks were flushed as was yours. You both giggled before he started the water.

“Take your time Angel.” He said before stepping into the shower.

You felt nervous getting naked, but you let out a soft sigh before slowly stripping. You were about to be in the shower with Hyunjin. Naked. Naked in the shower with Hyunjin. Your heart was racing, you pulled the curtain back to step in. You were greeted by a smiling Hyunjin he didn’t look at you, head under the water he just sensed you were there.

“Is the water to wa-“ he started to say his words getting caught in his throat when he saw you. His eyes trying not to roam, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. How could he not look over you though? Your body was stunning, perfect hips, perfect breast just fucking perfect. He was ogling you for a solid minute before snapping out of it. “S-sorry you’re just so- pretty” he said softly.

“You guys keep saying that but I don’t see it” you say sheepishly.

“You are- seriously you’re breath taking” he said before moving closer to you. His hand came up to cup your cheek rubbing his finger over it before he smiled. His eyes looked at you with so much love, so endearing.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He said before kissing you, the kiss made your heart thud. It felt so passionate so loving. You couldn’t help let out a content sigh making him smile against your lips.

Your hands made their way up his chest wrapping your arms around his neck. You downed the kiss hands tangling in his hair. He let out a soft whimper at the feeling making it easy to slide your tongue into his mouth. He pulled you with him, under the warm water. His hand slid down your body before finding its way to your folds. He let his fingers slide up and down teasing your hole. You moaned into the kiss pulling his hair slightly when he came close to your clit. You let a hand come down his body to touch his length.

His cock was a pretty pinkish color, it was long and slightly curved. The moment you touched him he melted. His legs became unsteady as he felt you gripping his cock. Hand slowly moving up and down, paying extra attention to his tip. Fingers lightly tracing over his mushroom tip before smearing the precum over it. His hips bucked at the feeling, his hand stopped moving. The pleasure you were giving him making his brain short circuit. He’s never experienced another person touching him let alone his beautiful omega.

“Y/n-“ he whimpered out.

You pulled away from his lips looking at him. That was a mistake. Fuck did he look so good. His lips a bit red from the make out session, his eyes all glossy, hair a mess. He looked at you with such desperation and need you couldn’t help yourself. “Hyune” you said softly making him perk up a little.

“Yes. Yes angel?” He panted.

You moved your body pressing it against the shower, ass now pushed back to press against his cock. You took his cock against your folds moving your body a bit.

“This will feel even better” you said.

He let out a loud groan “yeah? Want me to- to make love to you?” He said taking ahold of his cock moving it up and down your folds.

“Please?” You said looking back at him with bedroom eyes.

He nods before pushing into you slowly, he’s moaning with each inch. Your walls swallowing him up, pulling him deeper into you. He felt like he would cum right there and then. He couldn’t move his body almost frozen in pleasure. Before he knew it though you were moving. You moved your hips back pushing him deep into you. You fucked yourself on his cock, you were moaning, he was moaning. The pleasure was so much for the both of you.

“Fuck- fuck- Angel-“ he whimpered grabbing ahold of your hips to slow you down but it was no use. You were chasing your high and you were chasing it fast. His cock pressed against your g-spot making your body shutter. He leaned his body against yours leaving soft kisses to your back. His hand playing with your clit rubbing small circles around it.

You moved a hand to reach back to him, hand finding his hair. You intertwined your fingers tugging on it a bit rougher than before. His hips jolted forward making you both moan his hips were meeting your movements now. Fucking you so deep the curve of his cock making it so perfect for hitting your g-spot. With every thrust you both became lost. Hand pulling hard on his hair as you felt yourself ready to cum.

“Hyunjin! Fuck- gonna- cumming!” You choked out tugging on his hair one more time before he pushed as deep inside of you as he could. He thought about knotting you but he knew it wouldn’t go down before you had to leave so he let it press against your entrance. He could see it pulse as he unloaded inside you. He didn’t even realize with the last hair pull he had sunken his teeth into the back of your shoulder. He licked the bite making the bleeding stop before he kissed your neck softly.

“Y/n- I love you” he said softly against your ear.

“I love you to hyune” you said in a whisper back.

You both stood there panting before he pulled away. “You ok?” He asked.

You nodded “very much so, are you?” You asked.

He nodded back “we better get cleaned before the water gets too cold” he said with a smile he pulled you close to him kissing you lovingly.

“I really really do love you” he said pressing his head against yours.

“And I really love you” you said with a smile kissing the tip of his nose.

You both got cleaned up, hyunjin taking all the time he could with you. He watched your every move just loving having you to himself. He felt himself just fall for you, falling for you harder with each passing second. You’re his, theirs. He’ll do everything in his power to keep you safe and to make you feel loved till the day he dies.

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When you both came out, Felix all but tackled you. Again. He slunk his arms around you pulling you away from hyunjin. With a slight whine Hyunjin just smiled, he had you before the others making him feel a little special. Felix pulled you to your room where he had picked out a pretty black dress for you. It had little hints of purple all through it with a nice neck line.

“I picked this out I know you’re gonna look so pretty in it! Oh oh and I have a jacket for you!” He said with a big smile handing you one of his jackets.

“Thank you lix it’s really pretty” you said smiling back at him.

“If you guys aren’t out here in the next 5 minutes I’m leaving without you!” You hear Minho yell.

You rolled your eyes before dropping the towel you had wrapped around you. Felix’s eyes went wide seeing your naked body. As much as he wanted to turn away he couldn’t. He watched as you grabbed the dress putting it on.

“Lix how does it look?” You asked twirling around to look at him.

His cheeks were flushed a bright red “beautiful” he breathed out. The way he was looking at you could only be described as heart eyes.

“Let’s go!” You heard one last warning from Minho. You scurried to get your shoes on lix taking your hand as you made your way down the hall.

“You look so pretty y/n” Changbin said with a smile.

“Yeah, that looks great on you” Chan said coming into kiss you softly.

You heard a honking sound coming from outside “you better go before he drives the car through the house” Chan teased. He kissed you one last time before making your way to the car.

Felix opened the car door for you as you slunk in you looked over at Minho. “Someone’s impatient” you teased.

Minho rolled his eyes “you guys are just slow”

As you drove to the store Minho placed a hand on your thigh. You jumped a bit making him chuckle. Felix sat in the back humming along to the music.

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Pulling in the store Felix was quick to get out to open the door for you he smiled as you got out kissing your cheek sweetly. He intertwined your hands together smiling cheek to cheek.

Minho came around the car shaking his head at you both. Before walking towards the store, he grabbed a cart while you both followed behind him. “Get what you want” he said rolling down the isles. Felix grabbed a few things putting them in the cart. He giggled as he watched Minho looking so serious as he shopped.

“Minho knows what everyone likes so he always stalks up on them. He acts like he doesn’t care but he really does” Felix teased. He said it loud enough for Minho to hear.

“I’ll leave you here” he said not even turning around. “And you” he said “you better get some stuff” he said firmly.

Felix pulled you to another isle full of baking stuff, he grabbed some mixes and icings amongst other things. You grabbed a few snacks as well before returning to Minho to put them away. “I gotta go pee I’ll be right back” you said letting go of Felix’s hand as you made your way to the bathroom.

Coming out you hear a familiar voice. You stood in the bathroom dead in your tracks not wanting to leave. You sighed loudly that voice. That awful voice. As you walked out trying your best to walk fast away from it. You heard the voice yell to you “No way, the freak is here” the voice said making you whip your head around. There he was. One of the worst people you’ve had the disdain of meeting. You went to school with him and each day he made your life a living hell. He bullied you relentlessly over the fact that you were non showing.

The only time you showed signs of pack dynamics such as betta/alpha/omega was once. It was when you had forgotten your meds and you found him beating up on a smaller kid. The alpha side of you went through the roof making you pounce on him. Ever since that day he has made it his mission to hurt you. It was a strange thing for a woman to be any sort of alpha. It was almost unheard of and he used that to his advantage.

“I heard you finally came clean huh? Couldn’t fool anyone with those suppressants” he said making his way towards you. “Didn’t see you being an omega though” he laughed. “But guess that’s why you’re a freak” he had you almost cornered his cart blocking your way.

“I see you’re still living in your little high school mind huh?” You shot back making direct eye contact with him.

He smirked moving to close for comfort “I hate the fact you actually smell good now” he said leaning towards you his hand slinking around your side. You jumped you pushed him trying to get away before he moved both arms around you burying his head into the crook of your neck. He inhaled breathing in your scent before his nose turned up.

“You got some sad soul who wanted to be mated to you?” He said with a chuckle smelling the others scents but mostly Felix’s because of the jacket. “He’s not even an alpha” he said before licking a long strip up your neck making you want to vomit.

You brought your leg up faster than he could react clocking him square in the nuts. He about dropped to the floor, you tried making your escape only to be grabbed by him once more. “You little bitch” he said. Yanking you back to him as he pushed you harshly into the corner knocking the wind out of you.

Bangchan although not around could feel something was wrong. Marking gives almost a string to one another, if the other was in danger. He phoned Minho before he could even turn to go find you Felix was sprinting towards to bathrooms. When he saw the big man his eyes went almost black. Felix may seem like this sweet angel and for the most part he truly is however something took over him. He grabbed the man by the back of his throat digging his nails into him before yanking him off of you.

The man turning around now winding his fist up ready to fight was knocked clean on his ass. Felix was fast his smaller frame made it easier for him to maneuver and his well calculated hits made him a force to be reckoned with. The man gritted his teeth looking up at him “you’re fucking dead” he gritted before trying to stand up. Felix however left another blow to his face this time with a forceful kick to the teeth. You stood there shaking trying to snap your mind out.

This is the man that terrorized you, who made you feel worthless and unwanted. You wanted to move needed to move! But your legs felt like jello. Minho finally got to the scene, pulling you to him. “Ssh ssh it’s ok” he said softly. “Felix, that’s enough. She’s safe” he said sternly.

Felix whipped his head back to look at you and then back down at the bloodied man. “Don’t you ever come near her again!” He hissed.

The man on the ground laughed as he got up “you wait if I ever see you again.” He threatened staring you down. “I’ll get you freak. And no one will be around to save you” he said whipping the blood from his mouth.

Minho pulled you down another isle as a worker came running towards you guys. “Is everyone alright?” She asked looking you up and down. “Oh y/n, sweetheart” she said softly. She was a regular at the cafe always coming in for a coffee before work. She was a very kind lady her heart broke seeing your trembling form. “Here let me take you back to our break room ok?” She said with a soft smile.

You nod following her back as Felix and Minho stood behind you. Minho rubbed Felix’s back “you did good lix” he said proudly.

Felix should his head though “it shouldn’t have happened. I should have went with her” he said moving himself from Minhos touch.

The woman helped you to a chair grabbing you a water. “Just breathe sweetheart, you stay here and catch your bearings ok?” She said sweetly. She walked towards the door “I’ll come back in a few alright? Gonna see if I can find the jerk who did this” she said before leaving.

There was a long moment of silence, Minho rubbed your back keeping you close as Felix paced back and forth. “You alright?” Minhos voice broke the silence.

“I think so” you said still a bit shakily.

“Who was that asshole?” He asked.

You let out a deep sigh “he was a high school bully, guess he never grew out of his ‘I’m better than everyone phase’. You said with a little laugh.

Your head turned watching Felix, he looked so anxious. You stood from your seat quickly walking towards him. Before he knew it your arms wrapped around him hugging him tightly. “Thank you lix” you said softly.

He couldn’t help himself tears started streaming down his face. It was a mixture of anger and disappointment was pouring from him. “I should have came with you” he cried out.

He pulled back cupping his face to make him look at you whipping his tears away “stop that, you didn’t know. What matters is you came and helped. If anything your like my little hero” you said with a loving smile. He couldn’t help but smile pulling you into a sweet kiss. He looked at you pressing his forehead against yours “I love you” he said softly.

“I love you to Lixie” you said a small blush creeping across both your faces.

Minho cleared his throat before standing up “do you want to keep shopping or would you rather go home?” He asked.

Before you could answer the woman came back into the room with a defeated look on her face. “Well good news he’s not here anymore bad news he left before we could call the police.” She let out a sigh. “That was Mason right?” She asked. “He was always a bad kid in school to” she said shaking her head. “I’ll make a report about it so you might have someone come ask you questions” she continued as she walked towards you. She pulled you into a hug “I’m sorry sweetheart, you alright though?”

You shook your head “yeah, my little hero over there came to the rescue” you said with a smile.

“Yeah good thing he did” she said smiling. “Well my boss said for the troubles whatever you guys buy you’ll get a discount on.” She said.

“Oh, thank you. You don’t have to” you said.

“I know but you’re getting it whether you like it or not” she teased.

After that you guys went back to shopping. You were still a bit shaky when you got to the car so Minho decided to stop at a little ice cream shop. “What do you want?” He asked pulling up through the drive through.

“Oooh uhm the coffee flavored one!” You said pointing to it.

“I want-“ Felix started to say before he was cut off.

“The double chocolate brownie I already know” Minho said with a light chuckle.

He ordered a few more to take home getting everyone their favorites. Jisung his cheesecake one, Hyunjin a fruity one and so forth. He really did know what they all liked.

“Thank you” you said with a smile before kissing his cheek.

He almost jumped hands gripping at the steering wheel from it. A small blush creeped up his face, ears turning red. “Yeah, yeah whatever” he said trying not to look at you.

“Awe you got him blushing!” Felix teased.

“I’ll eat your ice cream if you keep it up” Minho snapped back in a teasing tone. Making Felix go quiet.

Arriving home you smiled handing the boys their ice cream. They were all happy except for Chan. He stared at you, eyebrows knitted looking over you. Minho, Felix and him both walked to another room. None of the others seemed to notice or wonder if something happened just happily eating their ice cream. “Didn’t you get any?” Jisung asked almost in a whisper.

“Yeah! I ate mine already” you said with a smile.

“Wanna go for a walk? I gotta take the trash down the street” Changbin asked with a smile.

“Sure!” You said smiling back.

The others came back into the room Chan making his way toward you as he wrapped his arm around you. “Let’s go shower yeah?” He asked.

“But I already did today” you said a bit confused.

“Come on” he said not giving you any room to say no.

He pulled you with him, taking you to his room to use his personal bathroom. He didn’t say much all though it looked like he was In a deep thought. You felt almost uneasy like he was mad or something. He turned his head to look at you “He didn’t hurt you did he?” Chan asked turning his head back to grab some towels.

“No.. I’m.. he didn’t hurt me” your words came out slowly.

“Good, Felix really did a number on him I hear” he said a small smile forming on his face.

“Yeah- he really did” you said starting to fiddle with your shirt.

He chuckled a bit “that boys ways stronger than he lets on” he said before turning fully at you. “Come on let’s get you out of this hmm?” He said making his way towards you.

His hands came to your shoulders, warm hands touching the skin. He crinkled his nose a bit before clenching his jaw. “God, his scents all over you” he almost growled.

Oh. So that’s why he wanted you to shower. You didn’t even realize how much he rubbed off on you. No wonder he seemed a bit agitated. “I’m sorry” you said softly feeling bad for even getting into that situation.

“Hush. You didn’t do anything” he said dropping your dress to the floor. Felix’s jacket thrown down with it. He left you in your panties before he started to strip himself.

He set the water temp before slowly getting in “you gonna take those off or?” He said with a little chuckle.

Your eyes widened a bit “oh uhm yeah sorry” you apologized again.

“Beautiful stop apologizing you’re fine” he said before getting fully in the shower.

You quickly took your panties off dropping them with the other clothes before stepping into the shower. Chan smiled at you fondly handing you a wash cloth, moving to the side so you could get under the water. The water felt warm, it relaxed you. Chan watched you as he washed his body, his eyes never moving away. The shower was nice and relaxing, a calming silence between you two. As you both stepped out to dry off Chans hands come to your side he pressed his body against yours. Your back fully pressed against his chest.

“My princess” he said softly before kissing your neck softly. Kissing over the bite mark he had left on you. His muscular body felt so soft against yours his hands ever so slightly running up your side. “I think you should go show our lixie some extra love don’t you?” He said softly against your ear. You nodded in response, he hummed kissing your soft skin one more time before he pulled away. He gave you a fond smile handing you a pair of his sweats and a comfy hoodie. “I think he’s waiting to you in his room” he smirked.

As you got dressed Chan slinked a hand around you again pulling you to him. He kissed you lovingly smiling against your lips “my pretty girl, don’t keep him waiting” he said letting go of his grasp on your hip. You giggled a little before making your way out of the bathroom. Chan took your clothes you had on smelling that asshole again. He growled tossing it in the hamper to take downstairs to wash. “I’ll kill you on spot if I ever see you” he snarled thinking of the man who dared touched you.

You made your way to Felix’s room knocking softly before hearing a little “come in”. Felix was sat on his bed smiling shyly up at you.

“There’s my little hero” you said with a teasing smile. You walked towards him plopping yourself down beside him. “Y/n” he said softly.

“Hm?” You hummed turning to meet his gaze. You could tell he was nervous not knowing what to do exactly. It made him even cuter honestly. So you helped him, you leaned in kissing him lovingly. His lips worked with yours feeling his tongue glide against your lips asking for entrance. You happily abided parting your lips, he quickly darted his tongue into your mouth lapping at your sweet flavor.

He tasted like the chocolate ice cream he had just a bit before. You moved your hand placing it on his thigh making him stiffen a bit. Your hand slowly crept up inching closer and closer to his manhood. He left out a small whimper at the feeling. “Lixie” you said softly against his lips. “Let me- let me make you feel good” you said pulling at his waistband. He lifted his hips helping you take his pants off. You kneeled down in front of him pulling his boxers down as his hard cock slapped against his chest.

His cock was longer than you expected, thicker, his mushroom tip red and leaking pre cum already. You groaned a bit before taking his tip to your lips. You moved your hand up and down his shaft before slowly taking him into your mouth. He let out a low moan hips bucking at the feeling. You worked your way up and down his cock taking him all in. He was moaning gripping your hair to keep it from your face. You looked up at him keeping eye contact as you looked swallowed around him.

“F-fuck-“ he groaned out “I- y/n I’m gonna” he started to say before you softy bit at his shaft making him moan even louder. The sensation bringing his orgasm to a head. Hot liquid shooting back your throat as his thighs trembled under you. “M’sorry” he said softly.

“Don’t be sorry lixie” you said with a smile.

He grabbed at your arms pulling you up to him. “Can- can you take off your pants?” He asked. You nodded pulling them down before he quickly pulled you to him making you straddle him. His cock slowly hardening again. You moved your hips slowly letting his cock glide against your wet folds. The sensation making you both moan. His cock quickly became hard again, he let out a little whine before lifting your hips up. “Need to feel you” he said before latching his lips to yours. He kissed you sloppily as he pushed himself into you.

You sunk fully on his cock, taking his full length in. His cock hitting your cervix making you both shake a bit from pleasure. His hands wrapped around your body letting you move at your own pace. You took your time moving slowly against him wanting to take him all in. His tongue darting into your mouth once more. “More- I need- need more” he said with almost a growl. He pushed his feet firmly down before pushing up into you with force. You swear you could see the bulge of his in your stomach.

Felix fucked up into you with need, he was chasing his ever growing his again wanting to burry himself so fully into you. “I’m never gonna let anything ever happen to you again.” He grunted out. “Your my mate, our mate- fuck- no ones ever gonna touch again. I’ll- I’ll fucking kill them” he snarled. His thrust were becoming more animalistic. He gripped at your arms pulling them behind you holding them there as he fucked into you. His knot slowly taking shape pushing against your soaked entrance.

“Fuck y/n gonna knot you yeah? Gonna take my knot so well?” He said.

“Yes- Felix please! Want it, please fill me with all you got” you begged. His hand let go of your arms moving down to play with your clit. Your walls clenched around him sucking him in even more.

“Felix!” You almost screamed.

“Yeah sweets? You close? Gonna cum on my cock?” He slurred.

You nodded franticly feeling your high about to crash over you. “I’m- shit!” Felix said hands franticly wrapping around you. Leaving your sensitive nub griping at you was hard as he pulled you down fully taking his knot. He leaned his head against your neck rutting into you. You felt his cum pouring into you, a sharp feeling at your shoulder. Felix sunk his teeth into you leaving it leaving a nice mark. He lapped at the blood hand coming back down play with your clit as you came hard around him with the mixtures of pleasure.

Your body trembled as your orgasm washed over you clenching tightly around his knot. He let out a guttural groan his arms found there way back around you pulling you with him to lay down on the bed. You both shook trying to catch your breaths.

“Y/n” he said softly pushing his hair from his face. “I love you. So fucking much.” He said softly.

You gazed back into his eyes “I love you Felix so so much” you said before kissing him.

“Was I too rough?” He asked.

You shook your head “no, you were perfect”

“Not as perfect as you my little mate” he said with a sly smile.

You both laid there together for a while you took in Felix’s room. It was nicely decorated and felt warm. His gaming set up in the corner, small plushies and figurines on the shelf’s with manga and books. It was so neat and tidy as well and smelled like cinnamon. You don’t remember falling asleep but you both did. Both dozing off after already long day.

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[taecdimples]

sir...SIR-

(source: @/taecyeonokay IG story 6/15/2023)

[moechies]

sugu breaking your fever 〜（ゝ。∂）

“how d’ya feel pretty?”

“still feel like shit.”

you whine into his chest, the warm compress that once laid on your tummy is held in place by the man.

“y’know.. i heard that orgasms break fevers.”

“what? can’t be, s-stop it.”

“mm what’s the harm in trying?”

“c-cus i’m sick sugu! don’t wanna get you sick too. s-s okay, i’ll get better so—“ your quieted by a cough, followed by the man pressing the glass of water towards your lips.

“doesn’t seem likely pretty. c’mon, let me finger you at least, hm?”

“y-you’re so weird, sugu.”

“that means yes, right?” he slithers atop of you, looking down with a sly grin that you can’t help but flush at. he presses kisses to your hot skin, whining when he nips at your sensitive neck.

“s-sugu, ‘s hot.”

“hmm.. air conditionings on gorgeous..” he teases.

he lifts your shirt, releasing your tits, giving them a light grope. you whine at the sensation of his cold hand pressing against your hot flesh, a slight buck in your hips that yearns for more.

“don’t rush, pretty. we have all day.”

he leans in between your thighs, slim fingers that come to toy with the band of your panties. he presses a harsh kiss to your sticky clit, twitching from the attention.

“needy girl.” he snickers, whistling when he pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. he watches your feverent cunt pulse with need, cute clit swollen and aching for more.

“s-sugu, stop staring.!”

in a short attempt to close your thighs, to prove some decency to the perverted man, you’re met with a gentle slap to your inner thigh. you mewl, anticipating more as he drags a gentle finger through your slit.

“mm, say you want it. tell me ya want my fingers inside, honey.”

“s-sugu don’t tease please.. y-you were the one that said you wanted to give it t’me..”

“mhm, know what i said. now tell me, you want it right?”

you huff, but at last you fall into the man’s trap, “yes s-suguru, wan’ it. want you inside, y-your fingers, please.”

“mm, good girl.” he hums against your thigh, a singular digit slipping into your moist cunt.

“s-sugu..!” you moan with surprise.

“see? if you’re good, ya get what you want, right?”

“y-yes..!”

“now take it gorgeous.” he slips another finger along side his first, curling himself against your sweet gummy walls. you flinch at the sensation, every moment he’s inside of you pushes you towards your high.

he comes up to face your ecstatic expression, smothering your hot skin with gentle but sloppy kisses. you flinch at the sensation, body sensitive due to your cold. it’s all so intense, better, even.

“suguru, p-please..!”

“mhm, patient sweet girl.”

“need t’cum, pleasepleaseplease.. daddy..”

“oh? how dirty, baby. thought you were feeling sick. y’asking for more now?” he chuckles.

“mfgh, d-daddy please.. gonna cum..!”

“yeah? want daddy t’make you cum?”

“yesyes, please..!”

and you do, back arching from the intense sensation, your boyfriends fingers covered in a heavy slick; a sight he’s definitely not new to.

“there you go baby. good girl, such a good girl.”

he pulls himself out gently, wrapping his lips around his own digits, sucking your cum off his fingers. the entire time he stares into you, a teasing smirk spread across his expression.

“stop doin’ that sugu.! ‘s gross!” you whine, flustered from the eye contact he forcefully holds.

“taste so sweet baby.” he teases once again.

he unlatches himself with a ‘pop!’ bending over you to press a heavy kiss onto your lips. he can’t help but laugh when you moan into his mouth, overwhelmed.

“sugu.. tired..”

he presses another kiss onto the soft of your cheek, leaving your side to clean you up for bed.

upon cleaning you up, his heart softens at your sleepy expression and soft snores, pressing a final kiss onto your forehead before slipping besides you.

bonus . . ♡

the morning after is so much better. the sunlight beams through the curtains , the blankets laid on top of you two is just warm enough. doubt him all you want , but turns out his dumb little factoid proves to be true !

but of course he didn’t listen , and now he’s caught your cold.. whining and tugging at your sleeve for you to take care of him , to ride his pain away and make him orgasm so that his fever breaks too.

“y’have to return the favor princess.”

“no, you perv!”

“please, you owe me baby.”

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited

[crusty-chronicles]

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Synopsis: How hxh men react to your plushie collection, and if they'd fight them when you're not there.

An: I'm tired of all the fine men being ignored in the HxH fandom. Here's a Valentine's Day special of some of my favorites who are always overlooked for the most white bread, cardboard personality, toxic men.*cough cough* adult trio* cough cough*

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Leorio 🩺

100% fights your plushies

Without a doubt he throws down with them when you're not there. Even when you're in the room he's throwing hands.

And it is personal 😤

You've caught him on several occasions saying- "Think you can sleep next to my girl/man and get away with it?!? You homewrecker!!!!”

It's honestly really funny to see him put one of your giant bears in a headlock.

But you have to stop him before he tears it because those things are expensive goddamit.

“Leave him alone. I've had him for about ten years and I doubt you could find me another one. So drop him,” you lecture.

And he begrudgingly drops your big teddy bear. But not before complaining that you love it more than him.

All pouty and upset until you kiss his cheek and reassure him.

“Babe, they're not alive. You have absolutely no competition for my heart.”

He knows that, but they're everywhere. Watching him with their beady little eyes from their place on your bed.

Which reminds me-

He piledrives your little plushies when you're not in the room.

If he had it his way, they'd all be locked away somewhere.

But because he loves you with his whole heart, he moves them away from your side of the bed to his.

What? Those little bastards thought they'd get to sleep next to you when he's home? Not a chance!

He hates them for the attention you give them, but he also contributes to your collection.

Whenever he's got funds to spare, he'll bring you home a new addition.

With the condition that you give him twice as many cuddles ☝️

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Ging 🎣

He's a little less aggressive than Leorio, but he still fights your plushies.

And he fights with the intent to win.

Which more often than not leads them to getting ruined.

Tackles the absolute hell out of your big plushies. Then he'll jab it's stomach a few times.

“Getting a little too comfortable on my side, Jeremiah?”

If they're on the bed, they're on the floor when you get back.

Doesn't really do it for jealousy, but because he thinks your reaction is funny.

He'll throw one of the smaller ones off and you let out the most offended gasp.

“You stop that right now! You're gonna get him dirty! And I can't put him in the washer!”

He comes up with excuses too, just to see how much you'll let him get away with.

“That one was looking at me funny.” “You've got a place on your bed for each and every one of those little shittlings, but absolutely no room for me. It's not fair.” “I didn't get you that one, so it's under the bed where it belongs.”

The answer: you let him get away with a lot. You secretly think it's cute, but it's annoying how filthy he gets them.

He also steals them from time to time.

Totally not because he likes having something of you when he's away. What? You're crazy 🙄🙄🙄

He'll complain, but he'll always get you replacements for the ones he damages. He'll even get you the jumbo versions of the little ones.

Just because he loves you, despite his lackluster way of showing it.

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Morel 🚬

He's pretty respectful about it

Does not fight them.

But, every man has his weakness.

So there are times when he'll pick one of the smaller ones up and inspect it. Right before he squeezes it completely in his hand.

Why does he do it? Just because.

They're like little stress balls

And it's during one of these moments of weakness that you catch him.

“You're choking out my poor frog! Let him go before his eye pops out!”

And he laughs. He thinks it's sweet how much you love these things.

Even if you've got them on shelves and they stare into his soul at night.

He makes it a habit not to smoke or use his ability in front of them.

They hold too much sentimental value to you. And the last thing he wants is for you to get upset.

But the squishing? It doesn't stop.

It's like they're begging to be smooshed.

And you never fail to get after him every time.

“Quit abusing my babies!” You scold before taking back your stuffed rabbit.

He lets you have another bed to put all your plushies on.

He's a big man 😤😤😤 He can't afford space to share with them. He also likes to sleep next to his partner undisturbed, thank you 😤.

Also contributes to your collection.

And we're not talking every once and a while.

He's got that hunter money, so if you see something you want, it's yours

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Knov 👔

Arguably the most mature of the bunch

Your precious little babies are safe from him

It doesn't even cross his mind to fight them

That being said, your plushies aren't allowed on the bed at all ☹️

“I refuse to have my sleeping space occupied by that thing.” He said, gesturing to a very well loved seal plush. One of its eyes missing.

“What’s wrong with Samuel?”

“Look at it. The poor thing's traumatized. And you're gonna end up choking on its stuffing.”

They aren't even allowed in the bedroom on shelves.

However☝️, he does end up doing something special for you because of how much you adore your plushies.

He lets you dedicate one entire room to your collection. Buy a little bed for you to put them on. Even gets special shelves installed for you.

That's their room and theirs alone.

Also encourages you to get more now that you have ample space for them.

Every trip/mission he leaves for, he always makes sure to bring you something back.

Whether it be one of the huge bears or a little keychain plush, he gets it for you.

Definitely not a man afraid to spend on his S/O and their interest.

He also doesn't bat an eye at the attention you give them.

They mean a lot to you, but so does he judging by the way you're always ready to compromise

That and the way you cuddle closer to him at night and say-

“You're a whole lot better than even my softest of plushies.”

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Knuckle 🐕

On a bad day, it's on sight.

Always the bigger ones too

“What're you looking at?” And then he'll wrestle whatever poor plush caught his eye first.

But he feels incredibly bad about it afterwards

Picking up your little dinosaur nugget plush with tears in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry. You're mother's/father's gonna kill me for this.”

Even goes as far as to stitch up any little holes if he damaged them.

What can I say? He's a total softie

Like many of the men on here, he does contribute to your collection.

But you also inadvertently make him start his own 💀

You'll buy one for yourself and because it needs a friend, you buy another.

Only to gift it to him because ‘They’re dating like us.’ 🥺

That's how it starts.

You start buying plushies in pairs.

One for you and one for him.

It never fails to make Knuckle cry.

“Babe really? You didn't have to.”

And he's cradling the little dog plush you got him with such care. Like it's the most delicate thing in the world.

He, of course, makes sure to get another set to pay you back.

Plushies in the bed?

100%

No complaints here.

Even memorizes the names of all of them.

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Kurapika ⛓️

He simply does not have the energy to fight your plushies

He comes home tired and drained, understandably. And the first thing he does is collapse on the bed, right on top of them.

Doesn't think twice about it. In fact, he likes the extra cushion they provide.

And you don't mind all that much either. Kurapika does a lot. He's been through a lot.

If he wants to rest right on top of your plushies, he's more than welcome.

However, when he's not completely exhausted, he's mean to them ☹️

He'll push off the ones on his side of the bed to make space for himself. And he will not pick them up

Or he'll hide the one you usually snuggle with at night so he can cuddle you himself.

He just wants your warmth after a long day. Is that so much to ask for?

“Kurapika, have you seen my octopus plush anywhere?”

And he'll look away guiltily before mumbling a ‘No. Can't say that I have.’

But he always puts it back when he knows he'll be gone for a while.

He knows it brings you comfort, and who is he to take that away from you.

He does get pouty when you give them extra attention.

“I've been gone for a month and you're too busy cleaning that thing to greet me.” He complains.

Only for you to get up and wrap your arms around him. Giving his cheek a smooch before saying-

“You know you're precious to me. But I wouldn't be so busy cleaning my baby if you'd stop leaving him on the floor.”

He makes it up to you everytime by getting you another one.

He always makes sure to pick you something up when he comes back from searching for his clan's eyes.

A little thank you for always waiting for him and giving endless patience.

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Kite 🪁

Another man whom your plushies are safe from

He's supportive of your collection, but all he asks is that they don't take up the entire bed.

If they do, he's a little mean about it and organizes them all on your side.

That's about as far as he goes with messing with them.

He definitely builds you shelves to keep them in

Again, the less of them in the bed, the more space you two have.

He thinks it's cute how much you care about them, and likes to indulge you by asking how you got them.

He listens to each and every story you have and why each plush is special to you.

Safe to say, this man does not get jealous

A piece of fluff with stuffing is the last thing he's worried about

That being said, he contributes less frequently to your collection than the other men on this list

He limits them to special occasions like your birthday or an anniversary.

Why?

He wants to make sure each one is attached to a special moment so you hold them just as dear as your other ones.

An import memory that you're able to hold onto

He's also careful around your plushies.

He doesn't wanna get them dirty or accidentally tear them because of how much they mean to you.

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Wing 👓

This man right here is a 10/10

The absolute sweetest man

The thought doesn't even cross his mind to throw down with your plushies

In fact, he prides himself on taking care of them while you're out

Dusting them off, reorganizing them, stitching up any little holes he sees

Also someone who goes out of his way to memorize all their names.

Knows each one by heart because he always listens intently when you talk about them

Your big dinosaur?

That's Chungus.

The little raccoon?

Sylvester.

You want the plushies in bed?

Of course! Each one has their own special place. And he makes sure there's enough space for the both of you.

If he's got money to spare, he's definitely gonna get you something.

You don't even have to ask, he's already bringing you home a little duck plush that Zushi thought you'd like. What can he say? The kid adores you

This man doesn't get jealous whatsoever

In fact, you're the one who ends up getting pouty because he's taking fantastic care of your plushies.

“Honey, I want cuddles.” You whine.

And he's cleaning off one of your bears with a damp rag.

“In a minute, dearest. You got him dirty last night.”

But as soon as he's done, you've got his full attention

He just knows how much you love those things and wants you to be able to cherish them for as long as possible.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💕💕💕💕

[whorefordean]

Can you write some Dean Winchester head canons, preferably smutty ones if you’re up to it ☺️

for how often i think about being absolutely annihilated by this man, this took entirely too long to write. my apologies.

anywho... these are all actually factual because i say so!

p.s i apologize for this being so short :/

18+ mdni below the cut

- i stand by the fact that if you don't go on a hunt with dean, this man is sending dick pics or constantly asking you for nudes. usually, you send them just because it's fun, but sometimes you like to tease dean about it.

"but sweetheart, there's no telling how long this case is gonna take," he'll whine over the phone when sam leaves the room for a few hours to go interview a witness or something.

"dean, it's been less than twenty-four hours. i think you'll survive."

"what if i die from blue balls?"

"goodbye, dean."

"wait-" click. dean pouts when you end the call. it doesn't last long though because his phone chimes a few minutes later with a photo from you, followed by a text. "don't die on me."

he one thousand percent sends you a picture a few minutes later of his cum covered hand and cock.

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-maybe i'm projecting but i think dean gets into the habit of waking you up in the middle of the night because he wakes up horny, like he has a wet dream about you, and bless his heart, he tries so hard to not wake you up. so he starts listing monsters in his head, and analyzes the lyrics to his favorite song. man even tries counting sheep just to distract himself.

but it's no use. so instead, dean starts rubbing your arm softly, cooing your name in an effort to wake you up. you might stir a little, just to get closer to him, but dean hisses when you toss your leg over his waist, brushing against his dick.

he's gripping your thigh tight and then he's biting down lightly on your shoulder, pulling you from your sleep. he almost feels bad for waking you up when you pout at him, but you shift against his cock again, making him groan as all his empathy is flying out the window.

"what's wrong, dean?" you're asking innocently while sitting up, still not having noticed his situation.

"fuck, sweetheart," he grunts in your ear. you look so confused but so pretty as dean stares up at you. before you can breathe he's shoving his lips onto yours and pulling you to sit on his lap. you moan when you feel his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy.

"fuck, dean, again?" you question, choking on a moan. it's the third time this week that he's woken you up like this.

"it's a wasted dream if it's not about me being buried deep inside you," he smirks proudly.

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- dean finds out that you like listening to audio porn (in badjhur we trust) so he records some for you. finds out what your favorite tags are somehow and incorporates those into it. (the tongue clicks 🫣)

- dean is so used to slapping your ass at home that he will do it constantly in public. he doesn’t even smirk about it like he does at home. just stares at you with wide im sorry eyes while you glare at him with that so help me god look.

- dean is a munch. will spend all day buried between your thighs just because he can. you’re begging him to stop. whining bc it’s too much and he’s just all heavy breathing as he stares up at you. sweetheart please, i missed you. he’ll give the same excuse every time, even though he’s only been gone for maybe an hour to do a beer run.

- dean is soooo into face sitting. he’s definitely the type that will force you to actually sit because he does take personal offense if you hover.

- he's so into free use. you can't tell me different. getting to use and play with his sweetheart whenever he wants? say less.

- also he loves to cum inside you and make you cockwarm him after so none of it leaks out

-oh my god. he burns you a cd called "sexy time with my sweetheart." and now he refuses to listen to any of the songs on it outside of the bedroom because he's conditioned to get hard when he hears them.

[bandgie]

On Your Knees Pt.2

ONE | TWO

synopsis: They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but this one seems eager for a treat.

warnings! MDNI 18+, fem!reader, incel!seungmin, pussy eating/fingering, PIV (raw), edging (m!), blue balls, multiple orgasms (f!), dom reader (kinda), banter, prolly more that I missed lol

3.1k words

Seungmin doesn't think there'll be any way for him to live how he has been. Even the friends he spends time with hardly compare to the time he spends on the bathroom floor eating you out. Embarrassingly enough, it's all he can think about. Even as the podcast he's watching blares through his headphones, he can barely make out what they're saying.

Something about how it's submissive for a man to eat pussy. How demeaning the act is for a man to do. Yet, Seungmin questions the validity of what these so-called 'alpha' men are saying. Is it truly so terrible to have the taste of a cunt on your lips? To suck and lick on such a delicious flower?

He shuts his computer off, ripping the headphones by the wire to hone in on his conclusions. 

Okay so maybe this is normal. Seungmin's a big boy; it makes sense that he would eat pussy sooner or later. And if he liked it, that's also fine. He's a man, after all, it makes more sense to like giving girls head than to hate it.

Just as long as he doesn't try to reach out to you. Now that would be submissive of him. And if there's anything Seungmin is dead set on, it's that he is not submissive. 

But days after not seeing you with Han, days of not getting a taste of the pussy that has him whipped has him doing things he's sworn not to do. He found your number, he texted you, and he's going over your house on your conditions.

He's so fucked. 

It's too late to turn back by the time he's at your front door. Seungmin only waits a few seconds before the door swings open. He's seen you about a dozen times, but it's the first time he's felt his heart swoop at the sight of you. He reasons it's just because you're in a t-shirt.

"Oh wow," you take a step back and look at him up and down, somewhat in disbelief. "I can't believe you actually came."

Seungmin can't find it in himself to believe he came here on his own violation either. "Whatever," he shivers from the cold, night air. "Are you gonna let me in or what?" 

You take a step aside to make room, "Since you asked so nicely."

Seungmin takes awkward steps into your apartment, noting the cozy setup and simple plants littered in your living space. His fingertips run on the soft material of the couch, pulling on the loose threads automatically.

You walk past him, taking a seat on your couch and reaching for the remote. "I was just about to put something on," you turn and look up at him. "Come on."

Tentatively, Seungmin walks around the sofa to you. Just before he takes his seat, you click your tongue. "Nope. On the floor." You point to the space between your legs. Seungmin hands close and open, unsure what to make of the situation. You sigh and loll your head to the side, looking at him unamused. "You gonna sit down or what?"

Seungmin glowers at you, "I am. You don't need to be such as ass about it." He grumbles a little more before bending down and crossing his legs to face the TV. "Nope, wrong way," you twirl your finger in a circular motion to indicate him to face you instead. 

He looks at you confused, "But you said we were gonna put something on." You shake your head at him, "No. I said I'm gonna put something on. I never said anything about you." A hint of red begins to show on Seungmin's face, but before he has the chance to most likely curse you, you spread your legs. 

You can practically see the words die in Seungmin's throat at the sight of your bare cunt. He acts before he can think, twisting his body fully and gripping the underside of your thighs to spread you further. It's better than he remembers.

"This is why you came, right?" You look down at him. "Missed the taste of this pussy?"

Seungmin licks his lips, nodding mindlessly. Something about taste and pussy, but he understood nonetheless. His tongue pokes out, but you grip his hair and yank him upwards. Seungmin whines, like an animal tore away from his meal, but you ignore it. "You're just here to make me feel good, got it? You don't get to cum, only I do. Do you understand?"

You have to shake his head to force an answer out of him. "Yes yes yes." He shifts anxiously in your hold. "Only you. I'll make you feel good."

Despite his desperation, you smile. "Good boy. Go ahead."

The moment your grip loosens, Seungmin latches onto your core. It's soft, it's warm, it's good. He moans into your cunt, inhaling through his nose and he dips his tongue between your folds. It's only been days since he's tasted you, but it feels far too long. How could he go a single minute without tasting you? Getting that sticky arousal on his lips so the taste could mingle in his mouth the entire day? Seungmin puckers his lips and kisses your cunt, a thank you for introducing him to a whole new world. 

Your fingers mindlessly click on the buttons of the remote as you try and find a show. You keep switching back and forth between options, clicking random buttons until you accidentally set the caption to a different language. One of your hands pet the top of Seungmin's head, pushing back his hair and twirling it in your fingers. 

His tongue slides down until it catches your entrance, barely prodding it until he slides it back up to your clit. He swirls your bud in his mouth, sucking and licking until your hips buck. "Shit," you breathe. "You really missed my pussy, huh?"

Seungmin opens his eyes to look up at you. He turns his head sideways to place your clit in his mouth, flicking your clit rapidly. That's as much of an answer as you're getting, but it does the job. He lifts his head back up and sucks harshly, pulling on your sensitive flesh before releasing it. You shiver and moan, feeling your arousal drip onto the couch that you'll make him clean up later. 

"Fuck yes," your grip tighten on his hair. "Finger me." Seungmin leans back and uses his hands to rub your pussy. His fingers rub and swirl around your core until they're drenched. He trails them down until they catch your entrance, pushing his middle and ring finger in. 

You throw the remote on the couch and grip the cushions. The stretch is slight, but his fingers are long. They reach much deeper than you could ever do yourself, and you let out a loud moan when they finally settle all the way inside. Seungmin pumps you slowly, getting used to how your walls pulse and clench around him. He watches as your cunt swallows his fingers. His cock throbs in his pants. 

"Shiiit," you throw your head back onto the headrest. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."

That's all he's ever wanted. Seungmin places his mouth back onto your clit where his tongue flattens against your cunt. He moves his head up and down while thrusting his fingers in and out. Both of your hands are tugging on his hair, pulling and pushing him away. 

"Already?" He pulls away for a moment to speak. "Didn't think you'd be this easy, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised." A devilish smile appears on his lips as you lift your head to look at him. You wish you could come up with a snide remark, but your head starting to feel fuzzy and all you can focus on is how close you are. 

You push his head back to your pussy and wrap your legs around his body, locking him in. "I'll make you regret saying that."

Seungmin laughs into your cunt, happy that he succeeded in pissing you off. Now that he's pushed against you, it's a little difficult to finger you as rapidly, but you rather like the shallow thrusts. It gives you more to clench down on and ride while he licks your clit. You buck your hips and ride his face inelegantly. The first hints of your orgasm build in your stomach, making your body feel unbelievably warm as your hips stutter. 

"Fuck," you rasp. "Imma cum." You blink a few times and lazily smile at him, "Did you miss the taste of that too?"

As an answer, Seungmin buries himself so deep into you that his nose is pressed against your clit. The extra texture is enough to send you over the edge, creaming on his fingers and twitching in his mouth. He happily gulps down your arousal, slipping his fingers out to replace them with his tongue instead. 

You just taste so good. Seungmin is delightfully reminded of how it felt to swallow you for the first time, how the taste settled on his tastebuds. His tongue scoops out the white cream your pussy flooded out and spreads it on your clit before licking it back up again. 

He hums, shoving his cum-stained fingers when you finally release him from your hold. 

Seungmin wants it again. His hands splay over your thighs to spread them. After all, it's you who gets to cum. It's only fair he makes sure you can as much as possible. But before his tongue has the chance to find its rightful place in your pussy, you snap your legs shut.

He looks up at you like a wounded dog, "Hey! Open them back up!"

Seungmin isn't sure what he's expecting to see, but it definitely isn't how you look right now. Flushed with a heaving chest, eyes that are wide and full of arousal, and a cheeky smile on your bitten lips. He's reminded of how pretty you actually are. 

"Get up," you snap him out of his thoughts. "Take off your pants too."

He doesn't need to be told twice. Seungmin rises from his aching knees and fumbles with his belt. He unties it quickly before undoing the top of his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers. You gasp, eyes locking with his cock for the first time. 

"Holy shit," you slap a hand over your mouth. He's hard. His cock is red at the tip, leaking with so much precum you think he's had to stain his underwear. You can almost see it twitching from lack of attention, begging to be touched. 

Seungmin smiles, grabbing the base and squeezing it. "You like it, huh?" It's not easy to take your gaze off his length to look into his eyes instead. The sight of him has you aching to be filled. Your pussy clenches around nothing, but you keep your nose upturned, "It's alright."

He scoffs, but the smile never fades. You widen your legs and welcome him, watching as he gets into a half-squat position to angle his cock towards your entrance. Seungmin rubs his tip over your sensitive clit. When it catches your nub, you jolt. You wrap your legs around him and bring him closer. He does it again, this time pressing the head of his cock down to apply pressure. 

You reason he's doing this on purpose. Making your pussy squelch and your hips jolt to try and get him inside. As much as you hate to admit it, he's good with his dick. Teasing you by slowly dragging the fat of his head down your slit, slapping his tip and your wet cunt. You're annoyingly reminded of what he said days ago; 'I can make a girl cum. I just don't care to.'

The words echo in your mind and you scrunch your nose. "God, fuck! Stop pissing me off and put it in already."

For a moment, you think he's going to defy you. His tip trails lower and lower until it's against your entrance. Seungmin steadies his cock at the base and pushes forwards, barely spreading you open. "Didn't think I'd ever hear you begging for my cock," he smiles at you teasingly. "You were being such a feminist the other day. What happened?"

Not-so-nice words begin to form in your head and before you get the chance to spew them out, Seungmin pushes all the way in. His cock stretches you out more than you anticipated, and it's whines that leave your lips instead. He doesn't give you the chance to adjust as he pulls nearly all the way, save for his tip, before slamming back in. Your entire body jolts and you whimper again. 

Your pussy can't keep up with his pace, but you hardly mind the pain. It blurs into white pleasure that burns hot in your cunt. 

"You hear that?" Seungmin pants through his thrusts. "That's the sound of your pussy getting fucked by an...what was it again? An incel?" He laughs as your eyes darken with anger, seething with a type of emotion you're not too familiar with. 

You reach out the grip his wrist that's placed on the side of the couch, digging your nails into his flesh. Seungmin hardly notices the pain, his teeth shining in his shit-eating smile.

The words are stuck in your throat. You want no more than to tell Seungmin how much of an ass he is, that his cock is merely adequate, but you can't. Every drag of his length rubs against your walls deliciously. You can practically feel every vein on him as he fucks you raw. He makes your hot pussy even hotter and he, unfortunately for you, keeps dragging his cock against that sweet spot deep inside you.

"You," a breath from you, "are a dick."

Strangely enough, your words seem to spur him on more. He tears his hand from your iron grip to place them both under your hips. Seungmin angles your hips upwards and drives forward, shoving his cock unbelievably deeper. Your hands shoot up to your face, trying to block all sounds of pleasure, but Seungmin can hear them. He can hear the gasping behind your fingers, the high-pitched moans muffled in your hands. 

Seungmin laughs, but it sounds winded. "A dick huh? That's funny. You seem to like being fucked by one."

It occurs to you that you've been too lenient on him. Letting him eat the very same pussy he's thrusting into, letting him fuck you raw. His attitude needs some shaping.

You let him keep fucking you. You let his cock throb and twitch in your pussy. He's close, but he's doing good at holding back. Seungmin must be used to dumping his cum and leaving, but he seems to hold out just for you. It's cute, but your plan is better. 

Your head bounces with every thrust. Seungmin makes sure to keep his long fingers at your clit the entire time, switching between pinching and flicking against it. It helps to build your second orgasm. Your jaw falls open and your moans become more frequent.

"Shit," he breathes. "Pussy gripping me so tight. Is someone gonna cum again?"

Blinking up at him, you nod. Your hand grips your chest, squeezing your boobs underneath the material as you keep nodding. "Mhm. Keep fucking my pussy and I'll cream all over your cock." That does it for him. Seungmin has been holding back his orgasm so much that his ears feel like they might burst. 

With new vigor, he fucks into you harder, deeper. Seungmin doesn't try to hide the animalistic sounds he makes, groaning and moaning as your walls wrap around his cock. "You want my cum, huh? Acting all big and strong when it's you're begging for it. Say it. Tell me you want my cum."

You don't, not because you're prideful, but because you can't. He's thrusting into you so roughly that words seem to leave you. His hand pulls your clit roughly, and the harsh tug drives you over the edge. You squeeze your breasts so tightly to anchor yourself. You can feel how your pussy floods with your cum, leaving your legs trembling and shaking. 

Seungmin can feel it too. The pulsing, the wetness. It's enough to finally let him release. His balls tighten, his dick twitches, and he-

"Pull out."

Seungmin doesn't know why he listens. He was so close to his orgasm, he could still taste it on his tongue. But your demand outweighs his need to cum. With a wail, he pulls out. A small whimper makes its way past you as he finally slips out, cock shining in your cum. 

His cock is red, rubbed nearly raw from how good he was keeping himself at bay. You can see the head of his cock pulsing, worse than the first time you saw it. A wicked smile finds your lips. 

"Do you remember what I said earlier, Seungie?" You speak with artificial gentleness. Seungmin is too busy trying not to cum, squeezing the base of his cock almost painfully. You have to repeat your question before he finally looks up to you. "Huh? About what?"

"About who gets to cum," you remind him. "Who is it that gets to cum tonight?"

Seungmin thinks back about how you presented your cunt to him, bare and wet. He briefly recalls how you said something about being the only one to cum, but he was so entranced by your sweet pussy that he hardly cared.

He frowns, face flushed. "But that's not fair! I ate you out. You came on my tongue. You came on my dick. I'm so hard and-"

"And that doesn't matter," you interrupt him. "I never said you can cum. That's your fault for assuming you could." You have to bite back you smile at his pitiful reaction.

Even with his dejected look, you can't help but find it somewhat cute. You fake a pout and click your tongue, "Poor thing. Here, kisses will make you feel better."

Seungmin wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't you widening your legs and him falling to his knees. Yet, he does just that. You feel his warm, wet tongue on your throbbing clit. Sucking and licking eagerly like he forgot about the aching cock between his legs. 

You fondly brush the hair from his face as he eats you out for the second time tonight. His eyes look up to you with your clit in your mouth and you shiver. Seungmin will be a handful for sure, but you can't help but think you've found the perfect diamond in the rough.

a/n: omfg I actually had a whole different idea but I scraped it and did this instead :p. if you wanna ask for a third part, please don't, I have no more plot for this fic tags: @mynsung, @andassortedkpop, @jminnnnnnn, @geneziesm, @applekiwi3202, @i6gyuu, @lazycarolinamoment, @lewoh-ot8-wh0re, @ihave-atummyache, @seeeeking-skz, @loeyscock, @blankdyean, @dini-recs, @yzsqu, @desirehorizon-recsextra a/n: I need to start asking if people want tags rather than looking through my comments and see who was asking for a pt 2 :(

[billluver0124]

"middle school shenanigans!"

synopsis : tom goes through his 'first love' experience with y/n! WARNINGS: there is none, its a fluff story !!

authors note: once again, @rottinglilys helped me with the plot of the story ! i hope you guy enjoy my lovies<3

it all started back last year in grade 7, tom had a MASSIVE crush on y/n. he would always catch himself staring at her in classes because they had most classes together.

he always adored how she looked; her hair, her eyes, her bubbly personality, her willingness to be kind towards those who dont deserve it. but most of all...her smile. toms heart used to explode like fireworks whenever he was blessed to see her smiled.

then on the day before spring break started, tom slipped her a note in her locker.

"Hey, ich bin in dich verknallt. Magst du mich auch?

ja oder nein ?-t.k"

y/n was so confused when she got the note. she didn't know what 't.k' stood for, until the very last hour of school. when tom decided to man up and go up to her.

"y/n!" he yelled, jogging up to her to catch her attention. she turns around "oh hi tom!" she said, smiling. tom almost fell to his knees right then and there, but no! he needed to tell her how she felt! "did you get my note?" tom asked, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck. then it hit y/n straight in the face, t.k = tom kaulitz, how could i be so fucking stupid? she thought to herself. "o-oh uh yea!" she answered nervously. "c-can i see it?" tom asked, y/n nervously giving it back. he opens it to see that it wasnt answered "you didnt answer it, do you not like me back?" tom felt his heart sting a little but it was soon reassured. "n-no i do like you, i like you a-a lot!..." y/n blurted out "i just didnt know what 't.k' meant at first until now..." tom chuckled, "what did you think it meant?" "i-i dont know...t-turkey kabob?" she joked, causing them to both laugh. after a moment of silence, tom speaks "so, are you my girlfriend now?" tom asked, not knowing where to go from here. y/n nods, giving him a hug. tom feels his heart flutter at the feeling of y/n in his arms. "you wanna hangout this weekend? ill ask my mom if its okay" she asked, tom nods "yea for sure! ill see you then"

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it was now grade 8, tom and y/n have been dating for a year! their families have grown fond of each other and they hangout at each others house after school most of the week and sometimes on weekends...

with the condition that the door must stay open of course...

today they were at toms house, tom was showing her a song he was playing some guitar for her and she just peacefully watched. y/n always admired toms talent on guitar, she knew he was gonna make it big one day.

after a little while, he puts the guitar away and pats a spot next to him "wanna cuddle liebe?" he asked, she smiles and lays next to him. he pulls her into his embrace, her pretty head rests upon his chest as he strokes her hair.

as tom stroked her hair, y/n found herself staring at a particular feature on his face, his lips. the pretty pink color, the way they curved into a smile whenever he was happy, and oh my god his lip piercing...y/ns never kissed anyone before, but she wanted to kiss him so bad. "is something wrong?" tom asked, slightly nervous. "nothing its just..." y/n took a breath before she finished her question "h-have you ever kissed anyone?" tom sighed "uhm, yeah..my babysitter when i was like..9" "oh.." "why? have you ever kissed anyone schatz?" tom asked, y/n looks down; embarassed "n-no, i havent.."

then almost immediately, tom got an idea in his little brain>.<

"do you want to have your first kiss?" "well, yeah every girl wants to have their first kiss" y/n joked "no schatzi..." tom chuckled "i mean do you want to have it...with me?" y/n hesitates for a moment, nervous of if shes a good kisser or not. shes really new to this! what if shes a bad kisser? what if she goes too far? but it couldnt be that bad right? its just a kiss for christs sake!

"yeah..is that okay tommy?" "its more than okay with me schatzi.." tom sat up, scooting closer to her "you ready?" he asked...

y/n nods, shakily moving her face closer to him. tom places a hand on her cheek then boom! their lips were sealed together! (aww so cute! >.<) y/n places a hand on his shoulder, deepening the kiss. then they let go because if they kissed any longer they would suffocate!

"woah.." y/n mumbled, tom chuckling at her reaction "did you like it?" "yeah i did" y/n said, softly smiling... "then we should kiss more often then hm?" tom said, smirking at his girlfriend.

[hanjisick]

yandere!stray kids reaction to … your confession.

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

cw. alcohol. implied murder. stalking. kidnapping. manipulation.

bang chan.

it was late at night. he had just taken you out on an ice cream date, and now you both were lingering on the doorstep of your home, trying to make the last few moments last forever.

“i think that i might like you, no, i think this is love, chan.”

his heart raced at the confession, but he didn’t hesitate to reply.

“i love you too, y/n.”

he would go home thinking about this moment, his stomach full of nervous butterflies.

the first thing he would do is clutch the tank top that he had stolen from you in his hands, sniffing the material and thinking back to that beautiful moment.

this was all part of the plan. once you finally loved him, it would be so easy to just take you.

and that’s exactly what he planned to do.

lee know

you would’ve been minho’s girl for long before falling in love with the monster. i mean, how could you love this man? even if he was obsessed with you, to the point of being more than willing to spill blood for you, the thought of loving him was terrifying.

but slowly, through months upon months of losing your mind, it would’ve been while he was cooking dinner for the two of you.

his back was facing you as you sat on top of the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

something about the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he measured ingredients, or the knife in his hand as he crushed the garlic.

minho caught you staring eventually. “what are you looking at, my love?”

a blush dusted across your cheeks. “you look handsome like this.”

his chopping halted. it would’ve been the first time that you’ve seen him truly flustered since meeting him. “i do?”

“i think i love you.”

changbin

it would be hard to not fall for the only man that you were ever allowed to see.

every day, like a mantra, you were told the same thing: you only need changbin. friends don’t compare to changbin. your family is changbin.

eventually it would’ve been hard to not give into the conditioning.

it was late at night and changbin still wasn’t home. you caught yourself feeling disappointed, looking forward to the one person that you saw in the day.

so when he arrived back home, you couldn’t help but jump up, greeting him at the door.

“i missed you.”

he stood in place for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you too. “what’s gotten into you, my darling?”

“why were you out so late?”

“i had to take care of some things,” he pulled away, nervously, “and you missed me?”

“of course i did. i love you.”

a wide smile spread across his face. “you love me? really?”

hyunjin

“i can’t believe he’s gone. i loved him so much, i don’t even know what to do with myself now.”

hyunjin rubbed your back soothingly, rocking you back and forth as you let out deep sobs into his shoulder. “i know you loved your friend, he was very kind to you.”

too kind. but you wouldn’t understand that— which is why he had to eliminate him.

“who’s gonna be there for me now? he always knew what to say and do.”

“i will always be right here. always. i can promise that to you.”

after a moment of sniffles, you pulled away slightly, staring at him with your puffy eyes that broke his heart. “i love you, hyunjin.”

“what do you mean?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” you were hysterical from the loss of your friend, not having slept for over 24 hours, and your head fuzzy from crying all day.

he was going to take advantage of that. “i love you too, y/n.”

jisung

the boy had been stalking you for ages. following you to classes, work, home— he knew everything about you at this point.

his first thought when you walked towards him, before he could even process your confession, was that you were so close to him. you had never been this close. he had only seen you from a distance.

the smell of you made him dizzy. he had sniffed your shampoos before, sure, stolen your underwear, bought your perfumes to spray around his house— but this was a whole new level and—

“hello? excuse me?”

he was brought back into reality as you waved your hands in front of his face, the butterflies replaced themselves with shock once you had asked for his number, admitting your feelings for him.

“a crush? me? you?” he stammered.

“i’ve seen you around and i think that you’re very attractive.”

felix

you were drunk out of your mind, right on his lap, dozing off on his shoulder. he was already losing it.

“felix, i think i have a crush on you.”

“what?” he pulled you up to look him in the eyes.

you giggled. “you’re so handsome. i’m so in love with you.”

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

perhaps you wouldn’t feel the same if you knew how many times his hands have gotten bloody for you, exactly how far his infatuation with you went.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking, lix. tell me.”

instead of telling you his feelings, he decided to show them.

his hand met the back of your neck, leaning in to meet your lips.

seungmin

“i need to be honest.”

“yes?” your friend turned towards you on the couch, “you can tell me anything, y/n.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

it was like the world had stopped for him.

no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to confess to you once the time was right. he needed to be confident and ready with your favorite flowers and a speech.

“seungmin?”

he couldn’t even respond, his entire face hot from your confession.

“you can tell me if you don’t feel the same way, i hope it doesn’t ruin things between us.”

“no! no!” he stammered out, “i love you too. i’ve loved you forever.”

it took him a moment to gather his thoughts together, “you’re beautiful. i’d love for you to be my girlfriend. i would treat you like a princess, every day of my life.”

now it was your turn to become a mess.

jeongin

it was all an accident.

you meant to send that text to one of your friends.

‘jeongin was so cute today. u should’ve seen him. it took everything in me to not kiss him’

within minutes, he was knocking on your door with the wind knocked out of him.

“you weren’t supposed to see that,” your face was red, not even trying to excuse your actions.

“what about me was cute?”

“your hair. it was messy— and your jacket. i loved it. and fuck— i just love you. i have a crush on you, jeongin, you caught me.”

“i’ll wear that damn jacket every single day for you to say that about me.”

“what?” your eyes widened.

“i love you too, y/n.”

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Sweet and Sour - A relaxing nigth with Anya

It broke your heart to see her suffer so much when she had to give the captain those painkillers.

There were days when she would come looking for you just to ask if you could give them to him, embarrassed for not being able to complete the task assigned to her, ending up hugging you in tears, asking for your forgiveness for being so useless.

You never thought she was something like that, agreeing to help her whenever you could behind Jimmy's back, who disliked the idea of Anya not fulfilling her role.

Anya: "I can't do it... It's horrible..."

"Shh... Don't worry, I can give him his medication, okay? How about you wait for me in your bedroom and we have a girls' night, does that sound good to you?"

You mentioned taking her face in your hands and running your thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears that were falling down them.

Anya: "But what about-?"

"If that idiot says anything to you again, I swear I'll cut his fucking throat with the axe. Don't worry about him, you need to rest."

You walk with her to her bedroom to make sure she felt safe; you could notice how she held your arm tightly, making you feel the fear, pressure, and anxiety she was experiencing.

"I'll bring something decent from the reserves, I'll try to make it as least mediocre as possible."

You indicated it to her before leaving her room and going in search of one of the reservations.

You glanced at each one, trying to find something tasty that could remove the bitterness from their mouths and minds, but nothing seemed appetizing.

In that moment, you remembered the cake they used to give for the birthday party, thinking about the sweetener used to make it, that could at least serve you as a treat.

But you couldn't get one in the usual way anymore, since the code had already been used to make a cake, and in the end, it was just a waste.

The only option left was to dismantle the machine to force it to give you a sweetener.

You weren't very skilled with wiring or screws, as that wasn't your specialty.

You could have asked Swansea or Daisuke for help, but neither of them was in a condition to do anything after they started drinking that mouthwash.

Frustrated by not succeeding, you decided to use the other alternative.

VIOLENCE.

You searched everywhere for something to help you break that machine, until you found a pipe that was laying around, it surely flew away when they crashed. 

The mix of anger and desperation you had accumulated was completely unleashed on that machine, hitting it with force.

How i didn't realize?

How come I didn't hear anything?

I tried to protect her and I failed miserably.

Those thougths weren't gonna leave you in peace. 

At that point in the journey, you just wanted to destroy that ship, you felt just so trapped.

Jimmy: "What do you think you're doing?!"

Upon hearing his shout, you breathed heavily, seeing the bags of sweeteners on the floor, without even talking back to the man, you bent down to pick up a couple.

Jimmy: "I'm talking to you, and you're going to respond when I talk to you!"

His steps were steady as he approached you and pulled you up by the arm.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

It was an alarming scream you let out, not just screaming for yourself, but also doing it for her.

Your hand went straight to that man's face, wanting to hit him, and you did it to get him off of you. 

You took advantage of the moment when you managed to get him to let you go and headed straight to Anya's bedroom.

Upon entering, you wanted to lock the door but sighed upon remembering that the dormitories didn't have that security.

'That's why it happened in the first place...'

You sighed at the thought, but before turning to look at the woman who was waiting for you, you changed the grimace on your face to a smile.

"Hey~ look what I got!"

You turned around to see her and show her the sweetener in your arms.

"Maybe it's not the best, but something sweet would do us very, very well-"

You were interrupted when Anya suddenly approached you, holding your face between her hands, her gaze filled with concern as she began to examine you closely.

Anya: "What happened? Are you okay? Please tell me he didn't do anything to you!"

"Pfft, what are you talking about? He just pulled my arm, it was nothing, you shouldn't worry."

Anya: "So... why theres blood on your face?"

You fell silent at that question, looking at your hand which still had a bit of the rust from the pipe you had used to break the machine.

"Maybe... I forgot to release the pipe..."

You murmured, leaving the woman even more confused.

Anya: "Is anyone hurt???"

"You shouldn't worry... Seriously, it was just a scratch, right? I wish you could relax one day in all this chaos..."

It seemed like the woman was going to protest, but your calm smile relaxed her, as if you were telling her that everything is fine.

Anya: "Okay..."

You two sat on his bed and opened the sweetener.

It looked completely like a candy for kids, it was colorful and even somewhat shiny, you tried it and it was really sweet, it seemed to spark in their mouths which made them end up laughing. 

"Shhh! Let's not make so much noise, hehehe, the guys are going to find us!"

Anya: "We should eat with them! It's a lot for us."

"We'll do it another day, today let's just enjoy ourselves." 

You smiled when she nodded and rested her head on your shoulder. 

Anya: "I would like us to stay like this forever... It feels so... peaceful."

You couldn't help but feel a great joy at his words, and, feeling touched, you turned to place a kiss on her head, as a form of consolation, or like a new promise. 

You saw her cheeks immediately flush and cover her face with her hands, that make you let out a chuckle at her reaction.

What happiness... That Jimmy won't be able to mess things up anymore...

Certainly, this beautiful moment was only going to last until someone found Jimmy slumped over in his own blood with his jaw out of place. 

But, who cares about him now? This wasn't his story.

[weebsinstash]

When I say with my entire being in my heart of hearts that I know with certainty that this-this-this THING right here would do the absolute most unbelievable petty gross obsessive dahmer level shit to you

He's petty he's evil he's got a childlike fascination for seeing what breaks people down and I hate him I hate him I hate him but ALSO what that dick do tho? 🤔

Mahito is the yandere over here doing shit like imprisoning you for his own selfishness and perhaps genuine affection but making you live in absolute deplorable conditions because He's Not Fucking Human And He Doesn't Even Know How To Feed You. He locks you away and disappears for an entire day and comes back with like a single can of wet dog food that he watches you eat from a squatting position like 5 inches away looking at you like Harley Quinn and the egg sandwich. Motherfucker would take all your clothes because he wants to see more of "the natural shape of you" and then doesn't understand why you start shivering. Or he deliberately keeps you like that because he wants to see how long it takes you to crack and beg him for help. He wants to see the depths of your pride as you refuse to grovel, curious of the lengths you'll go, the limits of your body against the chill

This depraved fuck will do dehumanizing little emotional experiments on you where he does shit just because he wants to see how you think and feel and what you'll do and I mean like he'll do SOME REAL SHIT. I'm talking maybe he's stalking you and you can't fight or use cursed techniques and you think he's just like, a human shaped spirit or something who's just a trickster, he's not being violent or getting you alone or anything yet, and then you come home to your apartment one day and he's literally disemboweled your cat on your coffee table and he's playing with pieces of it and says you were giving it more attention than him and sits there pouting as you scream and even tries to like touch you or hold your hand or hug you with. The fucking blood covered hands. like he would be so fucked up on purpose, "awww do you need me to hold you? You're so sensitive but i dont mind :3"

This man out here like "wdym you want me to stay away from you, all I did was kill your cat kill your mom kill your neighbor kill your best friend kill your boss' cousins' landlords' newborn baby BUT WAS THAT REALLY SO BAD 🥺" and does something infinitely worse to scare/coerce you into tolerating his presence

I'm not really uh into body horror or gore but as a side detail I feel like. Uh. There's like a legitimate risk of him actually unintentionally REALLY hurting you and has to use his powers to heal you. Like the one good thing he does is if he were to have you on death's door or like horribly injured he could just. Fix it. He twists a limb in a way he doesn't know it's not supposed to go and breaks it and then puts you back together like a broken toy while ooo'ing and aaa'ing at the way your skin stretches over the grotesque misalignment. Dare I say the horror of "him putting things that are way too big or weirdly shaped in you" also yeah he's one of the things he's putting in you and he's got a really gross like fascination with learning all about that stuff

He's really living just to see how many different ways he can make you cry and how many different emotions he can get you to display, just absolutely dedicated to terrorizing you while also chasing his own internal weird repressed desire for his own sort of belonging. You could be sitting there sobbing and he's either borderline getting off on it or he's standing there MAKING FUN OF YOUR CRIES like deadass even fake crying back to you

And the worst part is he'll do all this fucking shit to you and then the night comes and he'll still be over here like "and you'll let me cuddle you while you sleep right? 👉👈" and he'll be doing that Every. Single. Night. And what are you gonna do, try and kill yourself? Have fun risking accidentally making yourself a Curse and being stuck with him basically FOREVER

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 7 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, medical stuff (an ultrasound), lots of happy and fluffy feelings

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

July 1999

It’s one of those sweltering summer days where the air conditioning can never be cold enough. The room could be at subarctic temperatures, and perspiration would still trickle down your spine and in the space between your breasts.

Your husband hasn’t gotten the memo.

“Eddie,” you grumble, scowling down at where he’s laying atop your stomach. You peel your body from the back of the sofa in an attempt to sit up. “It’s too damn hot for cuddling.”

He pouts, doubling down and draping a tattooed arm over your midsection. “But I’m trying to bond with the baby,” Eddie laments, a slight whine lacing his tone. He’s at least able to lounge around the apartment without a shirt, but you don’t have that luxury. Your tank top clings to your torso like a second skin.

“You can bond when this heat wave breaks. Get up.”

“Fine, fine.” He shifts positions, stretching and exposing the sweat-tinged tufts of hair under his arms. He gives your bump once last rub. “We’ll talk again once the temperature’s back in the double-digits, Baby Munson.”

You stand up, grateful that you aren’t so pregnant and can still lift yourself from a sitting position. “We have to leave for the ultrasound in a few minutes,” you gently remind him. “Is the Big Brother ready to go?”

Eddie chuckles, padding over to the bedroom and shrugging a white t-shirt over his head. “Are you kidding? He’s been awake and fully dressed since the crack of dawn.” It’s all that Harris has been talking about since you’d asked him if he wanted to come and find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. Eddie steps into a pair of jeans, nearly falling over as he tries to maintain his balance. “Har! We’re leaving soon!”

Harris scampers out of his room, jumping with such enthusiasm that you can hardly make out the text on his shirt that boasts, ‘PROUD BIG BRO.’ “Let’s go!” he insists, taking your hand in his and tugging you towards the door. 

“Dad still needs to put his shoes on,” you say through a laugh. “We can’t go without him.”

He sighs impatiently, shoulders drooping as he turns to his father. “Come on; we gotta see if I’m gonna have a brother or sister!”

“Okay, alright. Jesus H, can’t a man zip up his fly without being berated around here?”

“This might be a bit cold.”

You smile, laying back with your shirt hiked up just beneath your breasts and a thin paper towel tucked into the stretchy waistband of your shorts. The ultrasound technician shakes the bottle of gel and squirts it onto your bare stomach. It comes out with the air that’s trapped inside, making a pfft sound that sends both Harris and Eddie into hysterics.

“Boys!” you hiss. “Behave yourselves. Especially you,” you add pointedly, looking directly at your husband.

His cheeks redden in embarrassment, mouthing sorry, but you can see him stifling another laugh when the bottle makes the same sound again.

A pulsing beat fills the room as the technician slides the wand across your belly. “That’s one strong heartbeat,” she announces, and Harris’s eyes widen in realization.

“That’s the baby’s heartbeat?” He glances between you and Eddie, jack-o-lantern grin splitting his face. “That’s so cool!”

Eddie gestures towards the screen as the black-and-white image becomes clearer. “Look, there’s the nose and the mouth,” he says to Harris, pulling him close to his side and hugging him. 

The technician takes a quick snapshot of the baby’s profile before moving on to the tiny arms and legs and snapping another. Everyone is staring and waiting for her to announce the sex.

“Um, excuse me?” Harris raises his hand timidly as though he’s in school, taking to heart an earlier conversation about using his manners in the doctor’s office. “Are you gonna tell us if I’m getting a brother or a sister?”

The technician laughs kindly, carefully adjusting the wand’s positioning. “Let’s see…” she starts, pinching her thin brows together as she examines the anatomy. “Well, Mr. Harris, it looks like you’re going to have a little brother!”

Etiquette is swiftly tossed aside as Harris breaks free of his dad’s grasp, jumping up and down until he’s almost breathless. “I’m getting a brother! I’m getting a brother!” 

“Another boy,” Eddie muses, squeezing your hand. “No tying the score for ya, Sweetheart. Sorry.” He kisses your forehead and chuckles softly. “The Munson men remain triumphant!”

Your mouth is dropped open in a small o, still in disbelief. You’re going to have a baby boy, a little blend of you and Eddie. Though the swell of your bump should have been evidence enough of the life growing within you, the knowledge that your unborn child is a little boy makes it so real.

All you can manage is a soft, “Oh, my God,” any other words failing you. You let your hand rest on a part of your stomach not slick with gel, blinking away the shininess coating your eyes so you can look at your husband. “Eds…we’re having a boy.”

“Are you happy?” His voice is laced with worry, mind flooded with tidbits about mothers wanting daughters. 

His fears dispel as soon as your lips curl upwards into the most genuine smile he’s ever seen. “So happy. We’ll have our big kid boy,” your gaze flits towards Harris, “and our little baby boy. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

Eddie’s lips swoop down to kiss you, nose brushing yours. “I love you, and you,” he kisses your bump, “and you.” He plants a smacking smooch on Harris’s scalp, which is promptly met with a look of disgust.

Harris scratches at the spot his dad just kissed and points to your belly. “Does he have a name yet?”

“Not yet,” you admit. You and Eddie have thrown around a few options, but none have stuck. “We can call him Baby Brother until we figure it out. How’s that?”

“Okay.” He places a hesitant palm on your stomach. “Hi, Baby Brother. My name’s Harris. I’m your big brother, and when you’re out of Mommy’s tummy, we’re gonna play together all the time.”

You run a hand through his seemingly always-tangled curls. “I bet he’ll love that, Har. You’ll be the best big brother.”

The ultrasound technician wipes the remaining jelly from your torso, and you adjust your clothes and stand up. “The doctor will be in just to confirm that everything is progressing well; in the meantime, I’ll print off the pictures,” she says, adding, “you have such a beautiful family.” 

Her comment lingers even on the car ride home as Harris suggests baby names that get increasingly bizarre, your personal favorite being ‘Squidward Munson.’ A beautiful family. Your thumb grazes over the matte sonogram; all of the printed information is yours, but it’s still so surreal. 

“We’re framing the one that says ‘it’s a boy,” Eddie declares from the driver’s seat, flicking on his indicator as he turns into the apartment complex’s parking lot. He lowers his voice and teasingly asks, “You’re okay with being outnumbered?”

And maybe you’ll regret your answer when Baby Brother grows up and is belching at the dinner table, or making farting noises with his armpits, or contributing to Harris’s (and Eddie’s) collection of toilet humor, but you doubt that even boy-levels of grossness will change your mind.

“I can't wait.”

--

[adickaboutspoons]

Fuck me, I have more to say about this moment:

And it's gonna get ugly, folks, so buckle in. As important as it is to understand this scene as a moment of Character Growth for Stede? It's also key to understanding Why Shit Went Down the way it did during the negotiation of the escape plan in Act of Grace. So Stede stands up for himself and draws some boundaries. Good for him! Love to see it. And how does Ed respond to "I don't like who you are around this guy?"

And what does he say when he chooses to leave with Jack?

It's a through-line. In this moment, Ed is calling back to the conversation on the beach. I don't think he is being intentionally cruel - to him, what he's saying is more of a reflection of his struggles with feelings of worthlessness - but how can Stede help but make the association; the ONE TIME he draws boundaries with Ed, Ed leaves. Not only does Ed choose to go, rather than stay and respect Stede's boundaries (which, I would argue are completely reasonable here; Don't wantonly kill innocent animals), he is aligning himself with the man that has spent the entire day tormenting Stede ("This" - Jack killing Karl - "is who I am"). Again, I'm not saying that he's being intentionally cruel; I don't think he fully understands how awful Jack has been to Stede. But, surely you can see how, from Stede's perspective, this is absolutely DEVASTATING - much more than JUST the heartbreak of the man that you had so recently made tentative plans to join your life with ("Co-Captains!") breaking up with you. But breaking up with you AND CHOOSING ONE OF THE WORST PEOPLE YOU KNOW OVER YOU.

So now we come to the Act of Grace and the scene on the beach:

No, AFTER that.

Ed proposes a plan to run away together. And Stede... doesn't say yes. In fact, his first instinct is to push back, THREE TIMES.

"But you said there was no escape."

"What about the English? They'll be all over us."

"China? That's quite far away."

Every time Ed dismisses his concerns - comes up with a reason to make the plan A Thing. Ed is clearly not going to take "no" for an answer.

And what happened the last time Stede told him no?

Ed left.

Ed broke his heart.

Ed sided with the kind of person that validates Stede's every insecurity about not being enough.

So is it any wonder that Stede gives in? And not even with enthusiastic consent. With the most tepid positive-leaning neutral responses possible.

"Yeah."

"I think so."

"Mm-hm."

(Which is to say nothing about his body language - the incredulous-bordering-on-disgusted face he makes when he talks about China, his lips pressed together when he says "Mm-hm", the way he starts the conversation leaning in toward Ed, his body twisted toward him, but quickly shifts so his body is angled straight ahead with his head awkwardly twisted to the side to look at Ed)

The seeds of tragedy were planted when Ed left Stede. Because, by doing so, he accidentally reinforced a lifetime of Stede being taught that his wants and needs are secondary to those of others, and that acceptance is conditional on compliance.

[fairlyang]

Fun I 🕷️

in which ghostface!miguel wants you all to himself, no matter the cost

w/c: 1.4K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x nerdyfem!reader

tags: murder, a lil dark, mans is crazy, but head over heels for you tho, seducing, kinda exhibitionism, fingering

part two

Miguel wanted you all to himself, desperately. He was willing to do just about anything. He knew he couldn't get close to you while your friends were still in the picture.

He thought they were terrible people and so far up their own asses so in his mind he was gonna do you a favor. Plus why would you want any other friends or lovers when you'd have him?

So he decided to strike at the Halloween party at some fraternity. You only went to the party because your friends begged all day, but you went on the condition that they'd still let you finished your book. So you went into the backyard and just read while occasionally listening to one of your friends flirt with some guy.

But any time your group separated he made sure to get into a secluded area with each of your friends.

First up was your best friend who went to the bathroom. He stood outside the door in his ghostface mask and a black robe and as soon as she opened the door he pushed her back in. He pushed her again the wall and made it as quick as possible.

He left her body in the bathtub and closed the curtain before cleaning his knife then walking out going out looking for the next.

Which luckily for him another friend bumped into him and swore him out. He groaned and quickly dragged her back into the bathroom, closing the door then sticking his knife into her stomach.

He looked at her through his mask as she tried to choke out words but he just grabbed her, opening the curtain and pushed her on top of her friend in the bathtub.

Once again wiping his knife clean on the sink before looking at the bathtub one more time before closing the curtains and walking out, closing the door behind him.

He made his way through the crowded people and went outside. He expected to still find some people out there and not just you but he was happy to have you alone.

And didn't even have to kill your last friend to get you alone.

He takes off his mask and walks over to you, you look up at the sound of footsteps and put your book down, "oh hey Miguel." You say and give him a sweet smile.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he returned the smile and walked past you to sit on the chair right next to you. "hi pretty girl, what are you doing out here by yourself huh?" He says and leans in closer to you.

You shrug and hold up your book which just makes him chuckle, "how'd they convince ya to come this time?"

"said they'd let me be as long as I came." You say and grin.

He laughs and shakes his head, you were just so sweet.

"I've got an idea..." he says and brings a hand down to your thigh.

You gasp and widen your eyes, "w-what are you doing?"

"Just wanna have some fun with you princess." He whispers and grazes your skin gently.

He knew he'd never ever have it in him to hurt you, let alone make you do something you didn't want to do. And he knew you have a lot of curiosity, he knew you were just a horny little virgin that's just been dreaming of being touched.

And how could he not offer to help you out?

"I- uh-" you stammer and look down at his hand, it gently squeezed your thigh making you bite your lip.

You never thought you'd have a chance with a guy like Miguel. According to your friends he was picky when it came to girls and you never thought he'd go for someone like you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were exactly what he's been looking for. And exactly who he wants.

"So what do you say pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear sending a shiver all throughout your body.

"We can have a little bit of fun..." he coos and leaves a soft kiss along your neck making you shake.

"Or you can just give me the word and I'll stop." He says pulling away making you immediately shake your head.

"Gotta tell me what you want sweetheart." He whispers as he brings his hand closer and closer to where you have so desperately been needing to touched.

"D-don't stop... please." You whimper out and he smiles.

"Whatever you say princess." He whispers and scoots his chair as close to you as possible.

He then spreads your legs and lifts your skirt up to reveal a pair of baby pink panties. "So pretty angel." He coos in your ear making you hide your face in your hands.

He tuts in disapproval and slides his left hand into your panties. You gasp then bite your lip realizing you're outdoors and that anyone could come outside. He then dips two fingers into your already soaked cunt and just relishes in the fact that he's finally doing this.

He's wanted you for so long but with your friends in the way and blabbering nonsense in your ear he knew you wouldn't wanna hear him out. But considering how he didn't even have to convince you maybe you wanted this too?

He slips one finger inside slowly but you still let out needy little moans for him that only drove him more insane. He then pulls it out only to push it back in again, your walls clenching beautifully against his finger.

And those sounds. Not just your pretty, desperate moans but the sounds of your wetness as he fucked you, faster now.

You were practically swallowing his finger whole, but it just felt so good. You've only ever taken your fingers and could barely take two. With just one of his it felt like you were getting fucked with two of yours.

But it was so good, even better than you'd imagine fingering would feel like.

Suddenly he slips in a second finger and you cried out, feeling way too full but he just sweetly kissed your cheek and told you how good you were taking it. "Such a good girl for me." He murmured in your ear as he slowly pumped his fingers deeper and deeper.

You nodded and moaned as he gradually went faster, your cries were like music to his ears. He could set them up as his ringtone or alarm for every morning just so he could hear you if he was able to. He was already in love with all the sounds you were making, it was even better than anything he's ever dreamed of.

"F-fuck- Miguel-" you moan out and it made his cock twitch under his pants.

"Like that sweet girl?" He coos and you whimper aimlessly nodding again.

He groans and goes faster, already feeling your juices drip out and down to your pretty ass. Oh badly he wanted to make you cum. Those damn wet dreams always kept him up, he'd picture your pretty eyes looking at him as you cried that you wanted to be his good girl.

He wasn't strong enough to stop them and let them continue as he'd stroke his cock imagining all the sounds you'd make but now he didn't have to imagine.

He leaned against your head, kissing your cheek again as you melted into his touch and felt your legs start to shake. He started going deeper and curling his fingers up making sure to hit that sweet spot that'll make you cum in no time.

"Fuck! O-oh god- Miguel-" you moaned out and bucked your hips up as you felt that funny feeling in your tummy.

"I-I- mmm- I think I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me pretty girl. Be a good girl for me sweetheart." He coos and you whimpered as your legs began to shake and your orgasm hits you like never before.

You cried out for him as he slowed down letting you ride out your high as he left gentle kisses on your face. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath but your body was still slightly shaking.

He slips his fingers out of you and then brought them up to his mouth where he licked them clean as you watched in awe and shock.

Suddenly you hear the door open and you quickly scrambled to fix your panties and put your skirt down. Miguel lets his fingers out with a pop as your last remaining friend came over and gave him a look.

"Hey girl, still hanging out here?" She asks and you nod, feeling your face heat up.

"We were just having some fun, weren't we angel?" He says at first looking at her then at you which you nodded and smiled at her.

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

NEVER GONNA DANCE AGAIN (oneshot)

Aventurine x ex girlfriend!reader

He would gamble his own life before ever risking your relationship but his dangerous job forced him to give you up, shattering both of your hearts in the process. Months later Sigonian notices you on one of the boujee parties he got invited to as an IPC representative. Motivated by yearning and alcohol in his veins Aventurine tries his luck in love again. ANGST,SUGGESTIVE

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Aventurine was always a little bit fed up with those expensive parties thrown by his business partners, lavish ballroom filled with pathetic people living with no purpose besides endless consumption, each of them raised in conditions he could only dream of as a child, staring at him with curiosity. Hoping that he will make a mistake, prove them he is still a lowlife they take him for despite all those privileges he now enjoyed as a high ranking IPC member. But tonight he sincerely did not care about any of this, barely acknowledging the noise around him. 

He sipped on a drink more pricey than lifetime supply of food for his whole clan would be, giving out charming smiles that never reached his devoid of emotions, outstanding eyes to greedy leaches sitting alongside him at the poker table. Seemingly interested in shallow exchange of blows disguised as jokes and witty remarks young man looked around not expecting anything positive out of this meeting, maybe except meaningless material gains he forced himself to care about for the sake of keeping up his Aventurine persona.  

Then he noticed elegant woman standing alone near the entrance. Fingers adorned with precious rings clenched around the glass, almost shattering it in desperate attempt to conceal how much his hands started to shake at the sight of familiar face. He thought he imagined it at first, but his broken heart wasn't playing tricks on him. Aventurine would recognize your face even after centuries, every detail of it carved into his mind, into his soul. Long, green dress tightly hugged your figure, enhancing every curve he loved to caress so much. It was really you. Just as beautiful as the day he broke your heart, five months ago. The day he saw you for the last time. 

*** 

- Why are you doing this to me? To us? After all this time? - tears dripped down your cheeks, you were choking on your sobs. Aventurine wanted to hold you, make you feel like everything will be alright, but he knew what he needed to do to keep you safe. 

- Y/n, there is nothing to talk about, stop making this so hard. I never loved you in the first place, I just needed some distraction from my work. - he was always a great liar. You seemed to believe him and he thanked Aeons for it, despite how much it hurt him to see you in pain. It's the only way to make sure they won't touch you. - It was funny to play house with you for two years but that joke got old. You no longer entertain me.  

You looked into his eyes, begging for this to be a cruel prank, searching for any crumbs of love in his eyes, but they were cool and calculated. Speaking to him when he put on his poker face felt like talking to a wall. Despair slowly turned into hatred in you heart, it's fire kept you warm in spite of your ex boyfriend's cold attitude.  

- I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. I can't blame you for being a shameless liar, you told me that's who you are at the beginning. I should've trusted you when you showed me your true colors. I don't even want you to apologize, I played myself investing my love in you. Now get lost Vasha. - nickname once spoken tenderly now felt like a slap to Aventurine. How do you tell somebody in front of whom you bared your soul that they were only a toy to you?  

He spared you the rest of monologue he prepared and went outside with all his belongings packed in three suitcases. He glanced at the door of your shared place for the last time and whispered to himself. 

- In another universe I can be just your Kakavasha, kiss your face every morning after I wake up by your side and hold you every night, love you the way you deserve to be loved, make you proud of me. Protect you with my own strong arms and build our future with them. But Aventurine can't afford such luxury, not at your expense. Not if it can cost your life. 

***  

Just thinking about how he treated you made him want to punch himself in the face. He tried to reason with himself. Back then his position in Stonehearts was endangered after he risked his Cornerstone during the mission in Penacony.  If he lost all his power opponents he got during his work in IPC would go straight after you and he wouldn't be able to fight them off. Aventurine secured his rank and influences by now, as soon as he did that he got rid of enemies to make sure he will never feel this incapable of protecting those dear to him. Such as you. 

Aventurine knew he should not hope for rekindling of your love, not after all those terrible things he has said and done, but could you blame him? All his life nothing really belonged to him, nothing but your heart you so willingly gave to him. Even money he bargained with were only borrowed from IPC, just like his new name, dignity and life. Not to mention his whole new personality, attitude worn as a mask grew so deep into him it felt like a second face. Kakavasha was a different man, the kind that knew what was really important and what was not.  

One not impressed by money or political circus, instead wanting to protect and provide for those close to him, more down to earth and proud than Aventurine could ever be with all his wealth and victories. The one who stood in silence when the lights were gone, the one who observed emotionless when his fate was debated by the rest of the Stonehearts, the one who put his own body as a shield between his friends and dangers of battle.  

There was not much those two men caged together in one body had in common, with few exceptions. Both had iron will and ambition forged in hellfire they went through in this lifetime, both were aware that even with all the luck in the universe their destiny was inherently unjust and both knew they will love you till death returns Kakavasha's tired soul to his family and Gaiathra Triclops in afterlife.  

Alcohol circulated in his veins, clouding his mind and soothing his fears. He excused himself not caring about worried glances his coworkers sent him and rushed towards you on slightly wobbling legs, passing self-important gentlemen and overdressed ladies. Concentrated on getting to you as fast as possible he didn't plan on what to say so once your eyes crossed he just froze in place. At first your eyes widened in pure shock but right away hatred took over. Aventurine inhaled sharply when your brows furrowed and jaw clenched. He wasn't used to irritated glances from you, you were always so gentle with him. His mouth got dry. 

- Long time no see, dear. - your voice was more collected than you expected it to be. Sometimes you imagined meeting him again but even in your dreams you were never this calm and over him. So time truly does heal wounds. - I have no idea why do you think you can just approach me out of nowhere after what you did to me, but I won't let you waste any more of my time after you stole years of my life with your empty promises. So please, hurry up.  

- So cold, huh? - Aventurine awkwardly attempted to laugh his anxiety off. - I know I must come off as a complete jerk but please, listen to me. Back then... I... I don't know how to explain that. 

- Maybe for once just say the truth if you even know how to be sincere. - you scoffed. - Simply say it like it is.  

- I was one bad day away from losing my job and I needed to make sure you won't get hurt in the process.  

You raised one of your eyebrows.  

- So you can only love me when you are on the top of the world but as soon as problems emerge I am a burden to discard? - you rolled your eyes.  

- Don't say that... It's not like that. - he hid his left hand behind his back, toying with one of the poker chips he always carried around. - If they kicked me out all kinds of sick people who prayed for my downfall would go after me. None of them would miss the opportunity to hurt me even more by harming you.  

- If that's what you say... - you seemed unbothered.  

- What do you mean by that? - Avgin curved his lips in confusion. 

- How can I be sure you aren't lying? That wouldn't be the first time it seems. - you chuckled sadly.  

- Please don't use that against me, I had no choice... - before he had a chance to explain further you interrupted. 

- Why should I believe you? Not to mention at this point it wouldn't change anything. - you looked away. - Not after all this time. 

- How could I let you know it was a bluff if you cut me off completely? I couldn't find you anywhere, I tried for weeks. You moved out and blocked me. - Sigonian's voice broke when he choked on repressed emotions, wondering if you even listened to him, your expression not showing any sign of interest. 

- I don't care anymore. If you really wanted to you would find a way. - you shrugged. 

Before he could mention how he overused his political influence and still could not find a single trace of you black haired male approached you both with glass of wine. Aventurine sized him up, tall and well build man had a reserved and cool aura, Avgin could feel hidden power radiate from that guy, as if he had a beast under his skin. Something about the way dark-haired male looked at you made his stomach turn. 

- I brought the drink you wanted. Are you ok? Who's that man? - mysterious guy asked you, concerned by your uncomfortable body language. He had a deep, melodic voice but spoke in monotone way. 

- I should ask the same thing. - Aventurine did his best to sound intimidating. - You guys know each other? - he turned his gaze back to you. 

- Yes, it's my coworker, Dan Heng. We grew really close lately. - you smiled at that strange, tall man. Sigonian stopped himself from asking just how close the two of you were. - Thank you for a chance to catch up Aventurine, but you see, I'm very busy right now. I promised to introduce my... friend to a few people. 

You gave him venomous smile when Dan Heng put his arm around your waist protectively and pulled you away from your ex. Aventurine hated the way you let that guy touch you. Did you allow him even more in private? Did you let him do things Avgin used to do? Does that other man know how beautiful you look with messy hair and no make up, with flushed cheeks and tears of pleasure in your eyes? Do you sing for him the way you did for Aventurine every night? Does he wear your marks on his back? Gambler preferred not to know, but whether Dan Heng already took his place by your side or was yet working on it, he was sure of one thing.  

- It's not over yet. - Aventurine muttered, clenching his left fist till he heard a poker chip breaking in half.