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dolliestfairy · 2 years ago

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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knavesflames · 11 days ago

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High sex with Arlecchino

(Poll result again lol)

Hello………. I have nothing to say this time. Enjoy mwah

Word count: 629

Contents: weed, strap, it’s cute but you’re both high

Nsft utc!

All that can be heard above the sound of the rain was heavy breaths and soft sounds of pleasure. You sat atop Arlecchino’s lap, her hands on your hips guiding you up and down over her strap that she swore she could feel as if it were a part of her own body.

“Come here,” she says, taking another hit of the cart beside them on the nightstand. She gently grabs your jaw and pulls your face towards her, softly exhaling the vapor into your mouth. She can feel her eyes getting redder, and see yours grow to be the same color. “You feeling it hit, pretty girl?” She asks, pressing your body flush against hers and looking up at you like she was all that was holy to her. All she got in reply was a soft “Mhm,” before your hips began moving up and down, greedily seeking pleasure, chasing it, even. It drove Arlecchino insane, made her want to give more and more. Her hips thrusted up slightly to meet yours as you grinded down onto her cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned back onto the wall behind them, moaning out a soft call of your name.

“Feels good, Peruere,” you murmur in her ear, using your nails to gently scratch at her scalp. Your whines drive her crazy, making her groan every time your dripping cunt enveloped her cock.

“Keep going, pretty girl, please,” she practically whines, surrendering to the high that was washing over her, her body practically buzzing from the drug coursing through her veins. Your moans make her throb, almost threaten to make her cum right there. Your nails gently scratch down her back, leaving faint red marks in their wake, and they make Arlecchino whine into your neck, thrusting up into you again and again, desperate to chase the pleasure she so badly craves. It’s pathetic, really, in the way that a dog looks up to its master with those pleading eyes.

“You’re so pathetic for me,” Arlecchino mumbles, watching you get closer to your orgasm with each little moan and whimper that escapes from your lips getting ever the more desperate.

“I need you so bad,” you whimper, hiding your face in her neck and clinging to her so tightly as your body continues to buzz and burn under her touch. Arlecchino swears she can cum just like this, that she doesn’t want it to end. You just feel too goddamn good around her to ever possibly stop.

“Mm, I know,” you murmur to her, leaning down to leave a bite mark on her neck. Oh, that drives her insane, making her thrust up inside you even harder, losing all sense of restraint.

“Please let me cum inside you,” she begs, whimpering at each movement over the toy as if it is a part of her, “Please.”

“Cum inside me,” you whisper, lightly tugging at the back of her hair until she moans pathetically, hips stuttering as they try to keep thrusting into you. It ends up pushing her over the edge as well, whimpering a string of curses in foreign languages, mixed with praises of your name. By the end of it all, the sound of rain overtakes you both, with you lying against Arlecchino’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. You spend a while like this, just lying in each other’s embrace, like time stopped just for them.

After a bit, you feel Arlecchino’s hand slide up to your chest as she leans up to kiss you, then kiss your neck again. You feels a hand touch your arm as you look down at her with a stupid grin on your face.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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goatakiart · 6 months ago

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☆Hanging out with Xavier☆

Y'all on vacation, just a small read ♡

•SFW, a bit suggestive tho

• It may have a continuation (which won't be that sfw)

♡Art by yours truly♡

The sunset colors could not compare to anything you've ever seen. Not when you see them through Xavier's eyes, filling your heart with yearning, just like the night sky is enveloped in stars on a good night.

The clouds danced around the warm colors, a hypnotizing performance, but there you are, looking at him. Nothing else mattered, the side of his lips got stained in whiped cream as he munched on the cupcake nonchalantly and you couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly. He notices your attention was drawn towards him so his eyes naturally turned right to look at you, his head moved in delay.

"Is there something on my face?" He said in his usual low voice, his hand moves lazily on his face to find whatever made you giggle.

You scoffed for a moment, not making a move, letting him suffer a little, then you decided to move your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb caressed his skin till it found it's way to the whipped cream to rub it off his lip, your hand withdrew, now bringing it on front of your face, sucking the cream off your thumb, your eyes never let his. A small gasp escaped his lips, then a smile.

"Oh, I think there's something on your face too."

He placed his hand behind your head and leaned forward, his figure cast a shadow over you, covering the sun a veil.

Time moved so slow but yet so fast in this exact moment. On one hand you could notice and see every microexpression, his eyelashes lowering gracefully. On the other, you have no idea just when his lips touched yours, firstly it's a soft gesture, which, of course, does not take long before he sinks deeper into your mouth, devouring you, pushing you back.

The clouds kept moving, however the world around you has stopped moving, his kisses are not frequent but when he kissed you he manages to make you feel like nothing else matters. You hummed while returning the kiss with the same passion and longing, it's almost as if you could get separated any time, feeling that fear drove you insane and ignited your flame, your hands sloppily searched for him, feeling his cheeks, his hair, his neck, wrapping around him like a blanket.

You broke the kiss in synch, looked at each other. Both with the same question in mind. "Here?". You simultaneously looked left and right, the scenery seemingly empty of people. And right when you thought he'll kiss you again he just pulled away and sat on the bench as if nothing happened just now. Oh how his teasing pissed you off. You pouted. He just smiled calmly and finally spoke again.

"You just had some cream on your lips."

You swear you could smack him right now. However you held back. You sat straight and pinched the side of his stomach.

He didn't seem to mind but flinched nonetheless.

"What did you do this for?" He protested.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Suddenly a mother with her two children passed by, he closed his eyes in satisfaction and he slurped on his Boba tea.

You rolled your eyes.

"I saw them too. Don't give me that." You played cool even tho your heart was hammering against your chest still. How does he keep cool like that? You wanted to tease him.

Maybe later...

#xavier fluff #xavier fanfic #love and deepspace xavier #xavier x reader #xavier fanart #lads x reader #lads xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #short reads #fanart #procreate

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scandalcus · 2 years ago

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‧₊˚⊹ sweet - ellie williams x afab!reader

summary: ellie teasing and pleasing u content warnings: smut (no plot), teasing, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie calls reader princess once, etc. notes: i saw this and couldn't help myself, something short i threw together that wasn’t really proofread so i hope it doesn’t suck too bad

“Tell me what you want,” Ellie coaxes, her voice laced with a teasing tone. She was nestled between your spread legs, mouth only inches away from your heat, her warm breath fanning over your pussy eliciting a small whimper from you. Her gaze was downcast as she grazed her fingertips across your slit, watching them gleam with your slick. Your cunt pathetically contracted around nothingness as you impatiently waited for her, the searing ache between your thighs growing to become too much.

Her fingers barely tease your clit causing you to buck your hips up in response, only to have them forcibly pushed back into the mattress by herself. Her movements still before she pulls away completely, the ghost of her touch still lingering; you whine at the sudden halt. “Use your words, princess,” she goads in the most delicious way, the sound of her voice alone making your brain foggy. "Show me how much you need me.”

There was no winning this battle, Ellie will literally tease you to the point past suffering just to get the upper hand on you, and you knew this; but you couldn’t help yourself. You had too much pride, you wanted to hold onto the ounce of dignity you had left, so you found yourself appreciating silence, even though you felt your sanity diminishing every second you lay sprawled beneath her, yearning for her to please you.

“Don’t act shy now.” Ellie quips, bringing her lips to suck on the skin of your inner thigh and slowly leaving a trail of raspberry-colored blemishes approaching your cunt, which she deliberately neglects. She’s pushing you, determined to get you to convey your desires.

The throb between your thigh becomes painfully obvious, the frustration is driving you insane. You bite your lip to mute the whine that so desperately wants to escape. Ellie isn’t oblivious to your struggle, she’s just waiting for you to stop being so stubborn.

"Please, Ellie.."

The sound of your own voice brings a flush to your cheeks, you sound pathetic, really. It was almost humiliating, but the ache in your belly was too overpowering, the sensation was eating you alive.

"You can do better than that," she tuts, her voice oozing with mockery. Asshole.

You had no choice but to swallow your pride; meanwhile, Ellie's expression was nothing short of it. Watching as you unraveled at the seams for her, needy and a desperate, eager mess beneath her. It did nothing but fire up Ellie's ego. She drove you crazy in the best way possible.

"Fuck- Ellie, touch me, please," you whine, protruding your bottom lip at her. Finally, after what felt like forever, she leisurely drags her tongue through your folds, taking her time to lap up the taste of you, letting your saccharine sweetness coat her tongue. She shifts between your legs and pulls your closer, causing a yelp to erupt from your throat. She tauntingly flicks her tongue against your clit, the subtle movements drive you absolutely crazy. You and her both know it simply isn’t enough; you need more, the slick between your thighs is enough to prove it.

“Mm.. more,” you whine, “please,”

“You’re so needy,” Ellie hums, looking up at you through hooded eyelids. She was just as desperate to taste you, but she’s better at expressing herself with her actions than her words. Her eagerness displays itself when she increases her movements. Her tongue greedily swirls around your clit, your body involuntarily twitching with every perfect stroke. You entangle your fingers into her hair, pulling and tugging her closer into the expanse of your pussy as she continues to trace shapes into your sensitive bundle.

You’re so entranced in the pleasure, you didn’t realize her right-hand venturing up your thigh, not until two of her digits slip into your entrance, your pillowy walls flutter around the sudden intrusion, the sensation forcing a hoarse cry out of you. She hums against you after feeling how needily you clamped around her, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

“You taste so sweet,” she utters beneath her breath, words muffled against your heat. She gave you little time to adjust before she began at a relentless pace, her two glistening fingers disappearing in and out of your cunt, her pace creating lewd, wet noises.

Your legs wobble as she curves her fingers inside of you, reaching that sweet spongy spot that sent you into overdrive. You dragged out a string of curse words as she mercilessly pounded her fingers in and out of you, creeping in a third finger because she knows “you can take it…” Her left-hand caresses the swell of your hips, the touch is soft and delicate in contrast to the brutal assault on your pussy.

“Feels good?” she asks, looking up at you through her eyelashes, her chin glistening in your essence. She replaces her tongue with the pad of her thumb while she waits for your response, sweat lining at her forehead. She bit her lip as she watched you squirm under her touch, engraving the ethereal image into her memory forever.

“Feels s’good- fuck” you moan between labored breathing. You throw your head back and squeeze your eyelids shut, hallucinating stars as Ellie fucks you dumb with her fingers. She brings her lips back around your clit, sucking on the bundle as her fingers scissor and curl inside of you, the combination producing a sequence of obscene squelching sounds paired with the moans emitting from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, look s’pretty,” she coaxes you through it, the praise causing your heart to stutter. Your abdomen twinged with euphoria, pure ecstasy coursing through your body as she worked the skilled combination of her tongue and fingers on you, the blend making you dizzy. Flashes of an ivory white prick at the side of your vision, you feel your stomach tighten with each pump of her fingers.

“Don’t stop, so close,” you mustered between breaths, only motivating Ellie to make her movements more erratic. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, faint images of mandalas fade in and out of your vision as your limbs spasm, your pussy convulsing around her fingers. You shamelessly gasp and cry out as Ellie continues to fuck you through your high, lapping up every last drop of the wet rush flooding out of you.

Ellie doesn’t slow down until you start to loosen your grip on her hair, your body relaxing as your chest rises up and down with each heavy exhale. She finally pulls her fingers out of you, making sure to clean up every bead of your arousal, sucking her own fingers dry, savoring your taste.

You slowly blink your eyes open, coming face to face with Ellie, who’s face is glistening in your slick. She places her hand under your chin and collides her lips with yours, letting you taste yourself, the salty yet saccharine sensation on the tip of your tastebuds stirs up something animalistic inside of you, you can’t help but moan, earning yourself an amused smile from Ellie, every hint of flattery going straight to her head. She was never going to let you live this down.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

#im so bad at endings im sorry its so corny #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #the last of us smut #tlou #the last of us #sapphic smut #wlw smut #lesbian smut #x fem reader #x afab reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams hc #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams imagines #ellie williams x you #ellie williams drabble

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cry4mina · 1 month ago

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DYWTYLM? - Part 8

Take Me Back to Eden - Mina x Fem!reader

Word count: 8k

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Reader cooperates with authorities to trap Nayeon so they can lock her away for good but nayeon has other plans. Mina shows up for you in ways you never thought possible, solidifying your relationship and giving you reinforcement for the idea you already had.

TW: mentions of food, abusive partners, Nayeon is actually insane…death, knives, blood, suggestive moments, angst angst angst.

A/N: I was dragging my feet bc like only one more part after this and it’s basically an epilogue 😭 i fr love this series so much and I know I talk about it constantly but it’s just bc I’m just so proud of it. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

A deep breath before entering the familiar building you used to call home, you look back to make sure the police are in their positions in the unmarked cars they drove over in to not tip off Nayeon.

A quick thumbs up to them before shifting your attention over to Mina who is in the passenger seat of your car. Parked in its usual spot, you can see her fidgeting and bitting her nails…she’s just as fearful as you are.

The worry in her eyes was very clear, even from a distance. Distraught over this plan you had concocted with the law enforcement to trap Nayeon and arrest her.

It won’t stop if you don’t stop it.

You are who she want and the sense of responsibility that you feel to protect those you care about is strong. Mina already got caught in the crosshairs…you couldn’t bare it if someone else was hurt by her.

Nayeon waiting for you in the apartment that held all the memories, good, bad, ugly, and even worse - the ones that weren’t yours too. All the energy that was trapped in that space, if the walls could talk, they would scream bloody murder.

9:45pm is when the cops were going to move in on the apartment, you just needed to keep her distracted while they moved into the building…you could do that. Looking down at your phone to check the time, it was 9:29pm already. Distracting her for 15 minutes didn’t seem like too big of a task but the fear of the unknown looms over your head.

What would she do or say while you were in front of her?

Another deep breath, you silently enter the building and make your way to the elevator.

It takes forever to get to your floor, the slow pull of gravity adds to your anxiety as the numbers go up,

Until finally you’re on the floor where this began…and where it was about to end.

Flashes of everything that had happen haze over your mind’s eye, showing memory after memory of what had taken place over the last month.

The note.

The text messages.

The rock through the window.

The banquet.

The hospital.

Everything she had put you through, now about to come to a head as you sulk down the hallway and to the wood that separated you from whatever would happen next.

The front door is intimidating, feeling the same rush of emotions as the first time you came back to this place after you found out about Nayeon cheating on you…but in no way did you think it would turn into this…nightmare.

It was a full blown terror now, seeing who she truly was, her true colors…it was all still so disorienting, even with the time apart. Having a hard time believing this is who she was even though you saw it for yourself.

You watched as she tried to take away your happiness for her own gain, you watched as she selfishly almost murdered not only you, but Mina…and what she did to Jihyo and the people she supposedly loved…all of you put in harms way.

A violent narcissistic temper tantrum was all it was and at the cost of all her relationships.

Taking another deep breath, wincing at the broken and bruised ribs, you take your second to calm down. Needing to keep her here and calm was the biggest thing so the police could do their job.

It’s hard to remain neutral when all you want to do is lash out at her, tell her that she will never be anything to you anymore but you know she’s not going to listen…she hasn’t listened the last few times you’ve said it, you suspect she would only be worse this time.

Wrapping your hand around the knob, you open the door- the creak of the hinges only adds to the tension already built up in your body.

Stepping inside, Nayeon is waiting for you by the counter, smiling and giddy, bouncing in her place with little happy movements- the exact opposite of that you were feeling.

“Welcome home, baby!” Walking towards you with her arms spread to hug you.

Flinching at the action, you take a step back and lift your hands to shield yourself from whatever she might do.

Nayeon stops in her tracks, sniffling and pursing her lips. Her brows furrow harshly, smacking her lips and going back over to the counter where she was when you walked in.

“Are you scared of me, baby?” The pain and sorrow reflected in her question rings through your bones, a dull ache that made its way down your body.

“You know the only reason I’m here is because you threatened Momo and Dahyun…and don’t call me baby.” anger filled words with the sharpest inflection, spewing venom towards the snake.

Nayeon lets out one chuckle, it’s evil in nature and aggressive.

“I figured that was the only way to get you here…Sorry about your little girlfriend. I know you’re probably mad at me for that, but you’ll forgive me in time. You will see that you and I are meant for each other.” wincing as she walks over to the couch, a predator who didn’t feel threatened finding a place to perch.

Nayeon plops into her usual spot and pats the seat next to her, looking you in the eyes to see if they have softened for her the way they used to.

Crossing your arms, the rage swells into fury.

“How dare you?…How can you possibly think that I would ever come back to you after everything you’ve done?!” Voice raising at every syllable.

“You cheated on me, stalked me, threatened to harm people I care about, you pointed a fucking gun at my face, you shot Mina, trashed my apartment, and you think that I’m going to what…just crawl back to you, Nayeon?! You’re fucking delusional!” Screaming at her, releasing every ounce of hatred you had.

A laugh that echoed the sound of pure hell added fuel to the fire the moment it left her lips. Nayeon stood up and walked over to the counter again.

“You don’t have a choice, baby! You loved me once…and you can love me again. Either you stay here with me…” unsheathing a large kitchen knife from the butcher block on the counter.

“Or you lose everyone you love and not just M-Mina…” Nayeon chokes on her name, a single tear falls from her eye.

The admission of her intent to kill only swells your rage more, the fire in your veins fueling every poison laced sentence you spit in her direction.

“Don’t you dare say her fucking name, Nayeon! You don’t get to play sad for the things YOU did…I’m not agreeing to anything you want, Nayeon. Not now, not ever.” Clenching your jaw while trying to wait out the clock but you’re getting more restless by the second.

Nayeon slides a piece of paper over to you, knife still in hand - a silent threat.

It’s a marriage certificate with her name and yours written on it.

“You sign this…” clicking a pen open and placing it next to the contract.

“Or I will take everything and everyone you love away from you…it’s your choice.”

The calmness she has about her is an eerie cockiness, batting her big brown eyes at you like it would make a difference.

Emotional whiplash, the bounce between insanity and the Nayeon you fell in love with makes your chest hurt.

You’re disgusted by her, her true colors are showing in a way that paints her in the worst light and her soft attempts to show you that the gentle part of her still exists.

Looking over at the clock, the time reads 9:40pm…only 5 more minutes. You just needed to keep her here for only 5 more minutes.

Picking up the paper and scanning it over, you look up at her to see the ring you purchased sitting on her finger…The pear shaped diamond in the middle with little diamonds laid into a rose gold band.

The one you bought planning to propose… the one you showed her after you found out about Jihyo…your face twists in disgust.

Pinching the paper at the top, you are sure to look right in her eyes and you rip it right down the center, tossing it mindlessly to the floor.

“Hear me when I say this, Nayeon…I will never marry you. In fact, the most peace I have ever felt was when Jihyo told me she shot you and that you were dead. For that day, I was completely and totally fine. You have terrorized me long enough.” Voice getting shaky as the fear clings to you, chest tightening with each word.

“Look at the lengths you’ve gone…look at how much worse it actually is. You’ve hurt more than just me in this, you’ve hurt Mina, Jihyo, and every other member as well…”

“Had you actually been the person you showed me you were, we could’ve had it all…but you aren’t and you never were…you never will be that and I do not want anything to do with you.” Hearing the words leave your mouth was healing in a way, something you had said to her previously, but she failed to understand.

“I already took her from you. Mina is gone, Y/n. So who do you have now? You need me!” Watching as she gripped the knife like she was trying to strangle it teeth clenched and muscles flexing and her own anger boils over…she’s about to crack.

“SHE STOLE YOU FROM ME SO I TOOK HER FROM YOU! SHE CAN’T HAVE YOU LIKE I’VE HAD YOU!” Slamming her fists down, shaking the counter and everything on it, huffing and breathing heavy while tries to expel the hatred of the one who “stole” you.

Nayeon winces at her own wounds before cackling manically and taking a step towards you, she pulls the knife up over her head and swings down at you.

Dodging the blade, you push her back against the counter.

The shriek released from her was hard to hear, the physical and emotional pain she was going through…you were there too but in a very different light.

“Nayeon! Stop this!” Backing up towards the door, reaching for the knob.

“Don’t you DARE fucking LEAVE! I ruined my LIFE FOR YOU! FOR US!” Another swing of the knife, her heaving breath filling the room as she continues to slash in your direction.

“I’ve been gone this entire time! You have done nothing but make my life a living hell! Put the fucking knife down!” Managing to maneuver around her swings quickly, expertly avoiding the sharp slashes as they cut through the air.

Fear takes over, terrified at the attempts to harm you again. How could it be so easy for her to just attack you like this? Grappling with the extent she would go to get what she wanted, you can’t understand even now how she would be so willing to harm you.

Managing to gain a little distance from her, you watch as her arm cocks back. Dropping to the floor you hear this whistle of the knife and a loud thud in the wall behind you.

The blade sticks into the wall, wobbling from the sheer force she threw it with.

Clock reading 9:43pm - you just needed to get through 2 more minutes and everything would be fine.

“YOU. ARE. MINE.” Throwing anything she can get her hands on at you.

Coffee pot, pans, silverware, the crystal vase…everything.

Dodging most things being pelted at you, the crystal vase hits your back - shattering and scattering all over the floor, a few shards imbedded in your flesh.

Sucking air between your teeth, you reach down to try and shakily pull the shards you can see out. The sound of the blood covered crystal hitting the floor shocks Nayeon out of this jealous filled rage.

“Oh my god…baby, I’m…I’m so sorry.” Rushing over to you with a towel to try and stop your bleeding.

Flinching on her approach, you take a fearful step away from her.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Tears now spilling, you move and the shards you can’t reach dig deeper into your side, torturously shredding you from the inside.

“P-please let me help you…” Nayeon is crying and sulking at her own mess, the craziness behind her eyes is still very present.

“No! I said don’t touch me!” sobbing as the terror sinks deeper.

Nayeon suddenly runs at you, swinging her fists violently. She manages to land a few punched on your face and ribs. The pain erupts from your chest, crying out into the living room where your illusion of happiness died.

Not letting you fall to the ground, she holds you up and drags you to the couch only to throw you down on it.

Straddling you, she wraps her hands around your throat and squeezes. Air being immediately cut off, you fight to get her off you.

“If you won’t be with me, then you won’t fucking be with anyone!” Hissed in your face as her digits tighten around your throat.

Fighting with every ounce of strength you have, you attempt to tell her to get off you but her grip is too tight. Tugging and pulling on her fingers, you grasp at her face and arms trying to just breath.

Vision is fading to black, you can feel the blood in your head trying to find a way out - tasting blood in your mouth…was this really it?

What about Mina? Thought to yourself…what about the life you could build with her. Her face flashes in your minds eye, you need to live for her…you can’t give up just yet.

Allowing your body to go limp, you lay still when you feel Nayeon’s hands retract. She starts bawling her eyes out, laying her head on your chest with her hands over her face.

“What have I done?…what the fuck have I done?!” Feeling her body shake on top of you while she sobbed into you.

Bawling your hand up into a tightly woven fist, you swing, knocking her clean off you and onto the coffee table - causing the glass top to break underneath her.

Trying to stand and catch your breath, there’s a heavy knock at the door.

Nayeon stands up, dripping blood from her back - panicking, eyes darting around to try and find her escape.

“You aren’t getting away this time, Nayeon!” Horsely yelled at her through the knocking.

Her face turns beat read, a fury like you’ve never seen before.

She walks over to the kitchen and pulls the knife out of the wall with a sharp jolt - never letting her eyes leave you.

Taking a step towards you, she hears the rattle of the door again.

“OPEN UP, IM NAYEON! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!” The burly sheriff yells, you hear the battering ram slam into the door - it budges slightly.

Nayeon runs at you, wrapping her arm around your throat to get you in her grasps. She places the blade on your throat and is waiting for the door to break.

The wood explodes out of the frame, a million splinters waiting to be had across the floor as the three police men file in, guns drawn and ready to fire.

The problem being you in the way, she was using you as a human shield.

“DROP THE KNIFE!” The sherif yelled, she did not comply.

“Put your guns down or I’ll slice her throat and let her bleed out.” Calmly, almost gentle in nature. How can she have such a calm demeanor, you can feel her heart beating out of her chest as she tugs you even closer to her, metal still to the skin of your throat.

Panic set into you, the adrenaline was too much and your heart was racing. Feeling the droplets of blood gather through the slices and drip down your side, slithering down your body - you hear a familiar voice breaking the concentration of keeping Nayeon’s knife off your skin.

“Nayeon…put the knife down!” An angelic voice rings from behind the men.

Hearting filling with dread as you break out in a cold sweat. No! Why is she here?! She can’t be in this dangerous situation.

“No!” You shouted past the officers.

“Don’t come in here!” Nayeon tightens her grip again, pulling you to get you to stop fighting her grasp.

Already fighting her way in, Nayeon gasps when she sees Mina slowly making her way into the room, tightening her grip on you and scooting the knife up higher on your throat.

Feeling the blade start to separate your top layer of skin, a single drop of crimson descends your throat, the police see this and take aim at Nayeon.

“Mina…W-what? H-how did you?” Mina simply raises her hand at Nayeon.

“Nayeon, let Y/n go…you know this isn’t what you want.” Her voice is so soft…and sweet…this is an awful time to swoon but you can’t help it.

Willingly putting herself in harms way to try and help you, to get you out of this situation. She steps in front of the officers and tries to defuse this.

“You don’t fucking know what I want, Mina! I wanted you dead and out of the picture but it looks like neither of us are going to get what we want!”

Nayeon’s tight grip of you faulters, you wedge your fingers under hers and push them a few centimeters away from your skin so the knife isn’t in contact with you anymore.

This is enough to distract her from everyone else, pushing against you to bring it closer to your throat to keep her leverage.

The push and pull ensues and no one makes a single move, cops won’t shoot because you’re in front of her, Mina is crying and begging for Nayeon to stop when it dawns on you…

“N-Nayeon! If you love me like you say you do…then put the knife down!” Strained and tired, the please escape you.

Nayeon hesitates, her grip loosens for a moment and you take the opportunity to break free - using her own strength against her and launching her back against the window, causing it to break.

Running to Mina, you wrap your arms around her. Safety with a beautiful face, you fight your sobs in the grips of her.

This wasn’t over yet.

“If you are with her…” Nayeon starts “Then I have nothing to be here for…” slamming the hilt of the knife into the already cracked window - the spill of the glass furthers everyone’s focus on her. There is an echo of the glass hitting the side walk down below.

Whipping around, you see Nayeon sit on the window sill, the cops are shouting and you take a massive step towards her.

“Get off the window! Now!” The men yell, but her focus remains on only you.

“Y/n, I love you…I’m sorry.”

“STOP!” Yelled, tearing your vocal cord with the shear force of the scream.

Everyone freezes, silence fills the room.

“Don’t do this, Nayeon. Please.” Begging through tears, you can feel Minas energy shift.

Taking another step forward, you watch how Nayeon is analyzing you…only one way to save this, only one way to save her…not wanting her to take this route out, you were going to see this through.

“Nayeonnie…please don’t do this…if you love me, you won’t do this…” reaching a hand out to her, trying to get her to co-operate by using her own tactics against her.

The old nickname rings through the room, hitting her ears and creating a tense moment of old memories. A sob breaks from her chest, reaching for your hand and locking her fingers with yours.

“Come on, let’s go…we can figure it out together, like we always do…right, baby?” This seems to be working, she’s got her hand in yours, hyperventilating as the ocean pours out from her eyes.

“Don’t you get it, Y/n?” Nayeon sniffles.

“There is no out.” Swinging the knife and slicing you across the chest violently, the unexpected movement as you thought you had her in your grasps by giving her what she wanted.

A loud boom claps through the room as the warm crimson spills out from your skin, it’s a surface wound - thankfully but the blood is still ever flowing.

Looking at Nayeon and watching it in slow motion as the blood spilled from her own chest…her knees hit the ground, dropping the knife on her way and toppled over onto her side - gasping for air and coughing up her own life force.

Instinctually, you rush over to her and places your hand over her would to keep the blood in. The cops call an ambulance, and you try to hold in the tears now that the danger has been quelled.

“Y/n?” Choked out between wheezes and coughs.

“Yeah?” Sadness in the tone of your reply, you never wanted it to come to this…you wanted her to be held accountable but…this is…not what you imagined.

“Can I…ask you…something?” Her voice getting quieter as the sentence carries on.

Nodding your head, a tear breaks free from your eyes.

“Do you believe we can turn into different people?” Almost a whisper this time.

“I watched it happen to you…” replied through the tightness of your throat and the ache of what was happening in front of you.

“Do you wish that you loved me?”

The questions burns in your ears, stinging it’s way down your neck to your chest and down to your stomach.

“…No. I wish I didn’t.” Words hitching as you sniffle through them.

Nayeon lets out a soft chuckle, lifting her had with the rest of the energy she had to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“It’s been so long since I’ve touched your face, I forgot what it feels like…” tears of her own spilling as she chokes on more of her own blood.

“I wish I never reminded myself…I tried to fix it all but…nothing seemed to help.” Breathed through the trauma she had endured throughout this night.

“I’m sorry my love…I’ll be better in the next life.” Coughing and hacking after the sentence only for her body to go limp in your arms, eyes open but staring at nothing as she takes her last and final breath.

Time is frozen for you and you only, the cops lift you from her and move you over to Mina who is still crying and waiting for you with open arms.

“Get her out of here!” The cop instructs Mina, she guides to the door and into the hallway.

“Let’s go downstairs and wait for the ambulance to get here, okay?” Staring at your hands, covered in Nayeon’s blood and seeing your own shirt soaked in a mixture of yours and hers…you come up with responses or even know what to speak out loud.

Mina takes the lead and takes you out of what once was your home, now only serving as a point as a headstone to the memory of Im Nayeon.

—

The sherif and first responders bring down the gurney with the body bag on it, packing it into the second ambulance and sending it off to the morgue.

The EMT responsible for stitching up your chest and removing the shards from your side mentioned to Mina that you were in a state of shock and should be okay in an hour or so, offering to let you sit on the tailgate of the vehicle until you were okay to drive.

Mina never left your side.

Not once since she had you again.

Phone vibrating next to you, rattling against the metal and startling both you and Mina. She picked up the phone, answering it quickly.

It’s Momo.

“Yeah, Y/n is okay. A few more stitches in her chest and she’s in shock but she’s okay…Mhm, yeah…” Mina looks at you with sad eyes, she was going to say it out loud.

“Momo, Dahyun…Nayeon is…Nayeon is dead.”

Silence.

“She was shot by one of the police officers. She tried to kill Y/n with a knife…it’s a lot, I know…Yeah we can meet you there once Y/n calms down a little more…okay…okay text me the address…alright I’ll see you soon. Bye.” Hanging up and sitting next to you.

Reaching over to Mina, you grab her left hand and lean your head on her shoulder. Wrapping her right arm around you, she just holds you closely. Giving you a forehead kiss and cooing that everything is okay now.

The only thing that felt okay, was her.

—

Mina hired people to clean up your apartment, paying the lease and moving you in with her. After a few weeks you and her both were mostly healed, ribs no longer broken…only the physical and emotional scars remain.

Though you lived together, most of your relationship was taking care of one another’s wounds and making sure the panic attacks had someone to combat them but what you really wanted was to build on the already solid foundation.

It was hard.

On both of you.

The girls came over every few days to check in, making sure that you both were doing okay. Momo called you every day, coming over most days of the week to cook for you and Mina.

Appreciating everything that everyone was doing to show up for you, there was a grey wash over you. Something you couldn’t explain, but it was noticeable to everyone…you weren’t as cheery and joy filled as you were…before.

Often waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panicking from the nightmares of Nayeon holding a gun to your face or a knife to your throat - you would sob and Mina would hold you.

Three months of this was driving you crazy, never truly resting the way that you needed to, you drowned in your head and your thoughts - the flashbacks so unsettling that all you can do is sit still and hope they pass quickly while trying not to cry.

The lack of sleep caused you to not be present more often than not. Unable to hold a conversation for longer than 5 minutes or focus on a tv show, playing video games…food was uninteresting, skipping meals most days- it worried Mina more than she led on.

One particular night, after jolting out of sleep from a nightmare, you got up and put on a robe to cover your mostly naked body before strolling into the living room and wandering to the balcony. Taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs, just taking in the calmness of the night when you heard the door creak behind you - startling you.

Mina steps into the moonlight, still in just her panties.

“Mind if I join you?” The tiredness in her voice made you want to send her back to bed but you knew she was going through the same things you were, but she was trying to be strong about it for you.

Nodding your head, she walked over to sit in your lap, her legs horizontally across your thighs so she could lean into you. Her skin was cold against yours, even with the chill, you welcomed this contact with her.

Throwing part of the robe over her legs and covering her back with the other part as best you could, you both just sit in silence, keeping each other warm and enjoy the night sky together.

Looking up at Mina’s beautiful face, your eyes trace down her body to the scar where the bullet entered…your throat tightens, eyes watering as you bring your finger up and lightly trace it.

“I’m sorry…” choked out through the attempt to keep yourself from sobbing.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby.” Reassuring you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and slipping it up into your hair.

“If I had jus-“

“No.” Cutting you off before you could finish the sentence.

“You did everything you could do. She was the one who couldn’t respect that she made a mistake and took that out on you and I…that’s not your fault…that’s her fault.” there is a hitch in her breath that makes you hold her just a little bit tighter.

Tears streaming down both of your faces, she traces the long sliced scar across your own chest and you sigh.

“My reflection doesn’t smile back at me anymore.” Whispered through the silence of the night, followed by your sniffles and you trying to clear your throat.

The silence continues for a moment.

“Your reflection is missing out…Mine smiles back at me because of you.” matter of factly stated.

“Because of me?” throat closing as you speak the words out loud.

“Absolutely because of you. You are amazing, Y/n…you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner and so much more…you have shown me that even in the worst of times, life can still be great. Look at what we went through together! Look at all what we survived…together. I know that things have been a little rough after the fact, but we are still building…and my intention is to keep building…with you.” Lightly crying in the memory.

“You and I, we can get through anything.” Smiling through the tears she had.

“Y/n, I love you…” cupping your face with her hands and kissing you softly.

The warmth of her love radiated through you, evaporating any doubt or self blame you were having. It was nice not having to question if she was telling the truth or not. Every single display of love was in her actions, though this was the first time she actually said it out loud, you had known for a while.

Lips parting, she placed her forehead on yours, looking you in the eyes.

“Okay?” With a silly tone, eye wide trying to provoke you to giggle.

“Okay.” Smiled back at her.

Rocking in the chair together for a few minutes, you realize that this is what you always dreamed of. The fantasy of having someone who wouldn’t give up on you, the openness to be able to talk about what was bothering you…hope for the future…

Mina, this type of undying love….this was what you wanted.

“Hey, Mina?”

“Yes, my love?” Facing you to make sure you know that her attention was yours.

“I love you too.”

She rests her head on your shoulder and sighs, relaxing her body into yours. This brings a comfort to you that you can’t elaborate.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Feeling her voice reverberate in your chest as she asks.

“I would love to.” Planting a light peck on her forehead before resting your head there.

Continuing to sit calmly in the moonlight together, anticipating tomorrow as you calmly rock back and forth.

—

The brightness of the sun wakes you around 11am, calmly waking up for the first time in weeks. Mina is laying in your arms, still sleeping peacefully with her face in your chest. Not wanting to wake her just yet, you admire the calmness of the morning you’ve woken up to.

Mina shifts in her sleep, leaning into you more, and clinging to you even more. A small giggle erupts from you - feeling her smile into your skin, you stroke her hair.

“Good Morning, beautiful.”

“Good Morning, baby.” Her eyes still closed, tilting her head back and puckering her lips - asking you for a kiss.

Happily granting her wishes, you kiss her gently - a few soft sweet pecks before sitting up in bed. Nails tracing shapes on your lower back as you look over at her.

Bare faced and beaming up at you, you can’t help but think about how you got here. Everything that has transpired, all the heart ache and the worry…all of that leading up to this moment of waking up next to someone who would never dream of putting you through that.

In fact, she cares so much that she went through it with you…hand in hand.

Sighing, you lay back down with her, facing her and brushing a piece of hair out of her face just to tuck it behind her ear.

A bright gummy smile beamed at you sleepily, warmth in its light.

The sun couldn’t imagine the brightness or the warmth that she filled you with. Despite the scars and wounds you had both suffered together, she was still here…in the lowest point of your life she was a consistent ray of shining effervescent light.

“Do you know how special you are, Mina?” Tone turning serious for a moment, first thing in the morning.

“I could ask you the same question.” As she takes your hand off her face, softly kissing your palm before cuddling your arm.

The idea sprang into your head, something thought about in passing but too scared to focus on - you weren’t so scared anymore.

“Did you have anything planned for that date tonight?” Eyebrow raised and lips pursed.

“I was just about to ask what you wanted to do.”

“I’m…highjacking this date!” Jumping up and throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Leaping after you, wrapping her hands around your neck and clinging to you.

“I just highjacked a date, Mina! I have to make it special if I’m stealing it from you!” Smirking at her.

“Anything with you is special.” Kissing from your neck up to your jaw, making you totally weak in the knees.

“M-Mina! Stop trying to seduce meeeee!” The way you whined at her brought out that beautiful smile again.

Grabbing your wallet off the dresser, you hand her one of your cards.

“Baby, why are you giving me your card?” Confusion in her tone and concern on her face.

“Tonight’s date is all on me. All of it. So, do me a favor…” wrapping your arms around her waist and scooting her back to the bed so she’s seated.

“Take my card, go get your nails done and get an outfit for tonight.” Kissing her one last time before heading towards the door.

“But-“

“No buts! Unless it’s yours, then yes…butts.” Blowing her a kiss and slipping out the door.

Her giggle follows you.

—

Getting yourself a new outfit for the date as you were still replacing everything that was destroyed.

A medium grey sweater that hugged you perfectly, some fitted black slacks and black dress shoes. Mina would go crazy seeing you in this and that’s what you wanted.

Walking back to the car, you try not to pay too much attention to what’s across the street from the store you were in.

You hadn’t been there…maybe you should go. You know the number of the plot…

Before you could argue with yourself further you were pulling into the dirt parking lot and stepping out of the car.

Walking down the isles and counting until you hit the one you knew it was at.

Taking a deep breath, you walk to the stone and read it.

~Im Nayeon~

~Forever in our hearts~

Fans had scattered the grave with wreaths, photocards, flowers and candles that had burnt out all their life force.

You were just happy none of the fans were here to see you visiting so you could have your peace in this moment.

The company did a very good job at covering up how it all happened, burying police reports and blaming it on a car accident.

JYP had been collecting letters sent to the company for you, the world not knowing what she put you through…they offer sympathy but it only caused you more suffering. You opted not to read them.

The online comments about you being with Mina were hard to swallow, everyone placing bets on who you’d be with next when they had no idea what you had already been through with Nayeon.

The world never knew what she was or who she was. A secret kept from everyone in order to protect the privacy of Twice and you while you all healed.

Staring for a minute, you drop your head and have a moment of silence with yourself.

The birds are chirping, the sun is bright and you were about to propose to your girlfriend tonight but you were here…somberly staring at the cold stone slab that Nayeon was buried under.

“I’m going to ask Mina to marry me today, Nayeon…I know that probably doesn’t sit well with you.” A dull whisper of wind pushes your hair out of your face as you sit down in front of her grave.

“What you and I had…it wasn’t love…it was never love…and I know that because what you put me through is something I would never put Mina through…I wouldn’t have put you through it either.” Eyes staring to well up in anger and sadness, tears falling and hitting your pant legs with a thick rhythmic thwap.

“But…Mina is exactly what I’ve always wanted…she’s what I thought you were.” Taking a deep breath as you carry on.

“It’s still so hard to wrap my brain around. How did you go from humming in the kitchen and trying to make my coffee perfect to…shooting her and stabbing me? And what you did to Jihyo? I just…” choking on your words, face twisting in discomfort.

“Not in this life or the next…Goodbye, Im Nayeon.” Taking a second to blink the pain from your eyes, another deep breath, you stand up and walk back to your car.

You’ve got some preparing to do.

—

Next to stop for flowers, and then you’ll be ready to go and pick up Mina from your shared apartment.

Though it hadn’t been long since the two of you had been together, it felt like a life time. There was nothing you were more sure about than marrying her.

Grabbing a bouquet of 2 dozen roses, you are officially ready to return back to your apartment.

Pulling into the parking lot and going up the stairs, you hear the shower running. Taking the moment where Mina was distracted, you set up the flowers in the living room. Frilling them out and making sure they were perfect.

Once that was done, you went into the room - removing your shirt and pants on the way and heading straight for the bathroom to join Mina.

Angelic singing echoing against the tile, her shadow behind the frosted glass washing her hair.

Stripping out of your underwear, you knock lightly on that glass.

“Room for one more?”

“Hmmmm, I suppose I could make room.” Winking before stepping to the side and letting you into the drizzle of the shower head.

—

Mina stayed in the bathroom to dry her hair and style it while you went and got ready in the room. Slipping on your new slacks, you grab the sweater and slide it on before brushing it out as a nervous tick.

A spray of the sandalwood perfume you like and a watch, you’re almost ready to go.

Sneaking over to your sock drawer in the dresser and pulling out a little suede box and stuffing it in your pocket quickly.

“I want to surprise you with the dress I got so go to the living room when you’re finished!” Shouted with excitement.

“Yes Ma’am, leaving now.” Stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Thinking it is a little chilly outside, you should probably grab your jacket. There was a charcoal grey peacoat you had that would match, and hand an inner pocket to hide the ring.

Putting the jacket on, you tug the ring out of your back pocket and pop the box open.

It’s perfect.

An oval diamond on a platinum band with two smaller diamonds framing the one in the middle, classy and elegant just like her.

Closing the box, you put it in your jacket and take a deep breath. Nerves getting the better of you as you wait.

It didn’t take long for Mina to emerge from the bedroom. Hearing the door open, you turn your head to see your beautiful girlfriend.

Holy.

Shit.

A bright candy apple red cocktail dress, hair done in large beach waves with a nude lip. The embodiment of heaven blessing you with her presence, elegant and sexy…you were very lucky for so many reasons and very aware of that.

“Oh, wow…” standing up immediately, you walk over to her - jaw to the floor.

Suddenly Mina gasps at the roses set up for her on the coffee table.

“Honey! These are so beautiful!” Running over to them to stick her nose in them and take a deep whiff of their fragrance.

“Thank you.” The eyes she’s giving you sends a chill, jaw still on the floor at her in this dress.

“Can you help me?” Pointing to her back and turning around to reveal her zipper half way down.

Oh, the nerves persist, rattling you to your core. Hands shakily taking the small zipper and tugging it up, you release the metal and hear it rattle.

“Are you shaking? Did you eat today?” Concern in her voice, she turns around quickly to face you, brows furrowed in worry.

“Yes, I did eat.” Sheepishly, trying not to make eye contact.

The warmth in your cheeks gives you away to her.

“Y/n L/n, are you blushing right now?” Her hands go to hips, the smirk she gives you makes you cover your eyes.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Reaching for your fingers to hold your hand.

“You might still make me nervous…” timidly expressed with a chuckle.

“Nervous?! We are just going to dinner, my love! No need to be nervous.” Kissing your cheek and grabbing her shoes to slip on.

Strapped black heels to finish the look off and a black clutch to match.

Catching her eyeing you while she fixes the straps on her shoes, you wink at her and taking the moment of separation to grab her long black jacket out of the closet.

“Thank you for getting my jacket baby, and can I just say…you clean up so well.” Winking back at you as you hold her coat open for her so she could easily put it on.

“Thank you,” kissing her and admiring her.

“Ready?”

Mina nods her head at you, you hold the door for her while she steps out and you’re off on your date.

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Dinner was smooth, taking her to a fancy steak house around the corner for your apartment. The food was great, the atmosphere was quiet and the conversation was immaculate as always.

Unsure of how you were going to pop the question, you just let the night take you where ever it may.

A glass of wine or two and you were feeling less nervous than before, now it was just a matter of timing.

Unwilling to ask her in public, you tried to think about what you could do or where you could take her that would be romantic and still personal.

“Wow, the sunset looks really pretty tonight.” Pointed out to you as you left the restaurant.

“Do you want to go watch it at the park?” Perfect idea.

“I’d love that.” Smiling up at you as you set off.

The park only being a block away was a big win, especially with her in those shoes. Clinging to your arm the entire way there, you find a bench in front of a stream and watch as the sun goes down.

Mina’s head is resting on your shoulder, still holding onto your arm and sighing into relaxation.

“Hey, Mina?”

“Hm?”

“Well…” the nerves returned rapidly as you start your speech.

“You know you mean the world to me? You’re so kind and caring, intelligent, thoughtful…I really respect and admire the person you are.”

*Deep breath, keep going*.

“Everyday, even the days that wouldn’t classify as great, since I’ve met you, you’ve only added to my life. I’ve grown so much…I value myself more, and I finally know what love truly means. Through out the relationship we’ve built, you constantly show up for me…you are an amazing partner and friend.” Running out of breath, forgetting to inhale and exhale while you talk.

Mina is looking you in the eyes, tearing up as you continue.

“I would not have made it through…the situation we were in without you…and to be honest, I don’t want to know another day without you as my partner. You are everything I dreamed of and so so so much more.”

Standing up and kneeling down on one knee in the gravel, you pull the box out of your jacket, anxiously trembling as you pop it open in front of her.

Mina’s hands cover her mouth as she gasps in shock at the ring, the tears are now freely falling as she covers her entire face with them.

“Mina Sharon Myoui, w-will you marry me?” Quivering through the most important sentence of your life.

Mina is aggressively nodding her head yes, sniffling and choking back happy tears while she extends her left hand towards you.

Slipping her ring on her finger, you kiss her hand and stand up only for her to follow you in a massive hug, sobbing into your neck and squeezing you.

“You are everything to me.” Her tightened throat squeaked out.

Meeting you face to face, placing her hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a kiss drenched in pure love.

Resting your foreheads together, you’re smiling at each other- holding each other and living right in that moment where you’re supposed to be.

This is what they talk about in movies. This is what the love songs are written about.

This is Eden.

“So, future Mrs. Myoui, what would you like to do for the rest of the evening?” Starting to walk home hand in hand, Mina’s ring finger sparkling in the moonlight.

“Anything.”

“Anything?” Eyebrows raised, she has something in mind.

“Mhm, what are you thinking?” Kicking a pebble on the street as you walk.

Mina can’t seem to shake the smile she has, you share that sentiment.

“I can think of a few things, actually.”

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Well, I might’ve bought more than just this dress…and I’m going to be honest, I’ve been staring at you all night.” A glimmer in her eye, a look.

THE look.

“More than just the dress, huh? I’m intrigued.” raising an eyebrow at her.

“…it’s actually under the dress.” Casually dropping the information.

“Drinks before dessert?” as you turn the key to your apartment.

“Whatever you want, soon-to-be Mrs. Myoui.”

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lordprettyflackotara · 10 months ago

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Mr. Right || Colby Brock || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni

a/n: colby’s new mustache has got to go😭 enjoy!

Colby wasn’t sure if you were going to show.

He sat anxiously on the end of the hotel bed, tapping his foot. To the left of him was a bucket of ice with a new bottle of champagne on top, one he bought just for you.

It was admittedly expensive, but he wanted to do anything and everything to impress you.

You were a goddess to him, a bite of forbidden fruit he was never meant to taste.

Yet your curves, your whimpers.

They invaded his mind like a plague.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. All of the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

Colby realized as he pumped his cock to the fantasy of you that all he wanted was to make you feel good.

And tonight he had every intention of doing so.

Your knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the brunette rushing to greet you.

He opened the door, hardly having a moment to glance at you before you darted inside. Colby raised an eyebrow, leaning out of the door frame. He looked both ways, ensuring no one was around.

You were silently impressed that Colby had such a fine taste for hotel rooms, considering his taste in clothing didn’t depict wealth.

“I purposefully chose a floor with no cameras to put you at ease,” Colby mentioned, shutting and locking the door behind him. You set your purse aside, sliding off your heels. You kept a calm exterior on purpose, not wanting to seem too excited or nervous about the entire ordeal.

You were sure that you weren’t Colby’s only girl and you didn’t want to leave the impression you were too needy.

“Out of context that sounds like you’re a serial killer you know,” You tease sarcastically, unbuttoning your blouse.

Colby’s eyes focused on you, soaking in your figure. A charcoal pencil skirt hugged your hips and a white button up shirt concealed your breast. He watched as your small fingers undid the buttons. You appeared to be just as eager as he was, even if you tried harder to hide it. He almost wanted to question the business get up, since he had figured you were a trophy wife.

He decided to push the thought out of his mind, deciding he would ask you later.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Colby purred, striding over to you. You blushed at his sweet words, shrugging your blouse off and discarding it onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he towered over you, meeting his gaze. The energy in the room seemed to shift, your body becoming putty under his mere touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, i’ll be good for you,” You whispered. Your words made Colby go borderline feral, his lips smashing into yours as his hands found your waist. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, your soft pink lips doing charity by dancing against his.

Fuck, you had no idea what you did to him.

His hands snaked down to your ass, readjusting you higher onto him. He lifted up your skirt, the fabric audibly ripping. You gasped and pulled away. “Colby! Those were calvin klein!” You whined, hitting his chest. In a swift motion he tossed you onto the bed, shoving your tattered skirt down your legs. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten of them in every color if that’s what you want,” Colby panted. His boner was rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans, not making his feral thoughts subside any faster.

“But what I want right now, is for you to do as I say. Can you do that?” Colby asked. You nodded shyly, your face a visible light tint of pink. Colby grabbed your legs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He briefly glanced over at the bucket of champagne, forgetting it was there. A light bulb popped over his head, a devious smirk dancing across his legs. “Take off your bra and panties, let me see your body baby,” Colby told you.

You were so obedient it drove him insane, watching you scramble to obey his every command. Your panties and bra were discarded in seconds, Colby quickly taking note of the white lacey matching set you wore for him. He began to undo his tie, your curious eyes watching him closely. “Close your eyes for me,” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual. You nodded and did as instructed without question.

Something about Colby fascinated you. It wasn’t the lustful thoughts or the sinful fantasies.It was the simple fact that despite only having met a week ago, you trusted him entirely. It was as if he could read your mind. He paid close attention to your body and reactions, practically reading your mind. You couldn’t describe the feeling, the notion itself completely absurd.

But as Colby wrapped his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you, you knew these thoughts to be true.

“Lay back for me and stay still, can you do that?”

Colby reached into the bucket of champagne, pulling out an ice cube.

“Yes sir,”

You laid your back onto the soft comforter, spreading your legs.

Colby took a good five seconds to admire your body, before leaning forward. He brought the ice cube to your left nipple, the sensation causing you to jerk forward. “I thought I told you to stay still?” Colby asked mockingly. Your nipple hardened under the sensation of the ice cube, a whimper escaping your lips. “Sorry sir,” You mumbled. Colby switched the ice cube to your right nipple, popping your left breast into his mouth.

His mouth was warm, the sensation making you squirm beneath him as your other nipple hardened. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, your cheeks flushing a deeper pink as his tongue swirled around the bud. You were all hot and bothered over an ice cube.

The humiliation had fully crashed down over you as your hips bucked upwards, begging for friction. He released your breast with a pop, the cool air making you shiver. “Needy aren’t we?” Colby teased. He kissed down your stomach, dragging the ice cube after his strip of kisses. “Colby-” You groaned, throwing your head back. He hovered over your cunt, looking up at you.

“Hmm?”

“S-so c-cold,” You stuttered, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

Colby chuckled as he ran the ice cube down to your folds. You whimpered as he ran it up and down your thigh, before opening your folds and placing it on your clit. Your hips jolted forward, his other arm holding you in place. “You can take it, yeah? Wanna be good for me?” Colby asked. He studied your body, ensuring no signs of discomfort were visible.

“Wanna be good,” You babbled, your fingers raking through his hair. You pulled at his roots, the motion erupting a groan from his throat. He tossed the ice cube aside, licking a teasingly slow stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly as his warm tongue clouded your mind, washing away the contrasting icy cold from moments before.

“You taste so good,” Colby praised, before diving into your cunt. He lapped at your folds like a starved men, determined to please you in the best way possible. Your back arched off of the bed as your thighs squeezed around his head. He brought two fingers to your entrance, slowly pushing them inside of you. Your walls spasmed around his digits, your body craving more than just his fingers.

“Colby, I want you,” You panted, vision still restricted by his tie. Colby smirked as he curled his fingers, pulling away from your cunt briefly. “Be patient, need you to cum on my fingers first,” He purred. He began to speed up his fingers, abusing your g spot as he pleased. He reconnected his lips with your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud.

You had no idea how intoxicating you were, your head thrown back and sinful noises escaping your lips. Your juices coated Colby’s chin and fingers, and he couldn’t care less. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach, one you didn’t want to form so soon. Colby made you feel so fucking good. It was beyond anything your husband had ever provided you, your body and slave to the state of euphoria he put you under.

Colby could sense you were about to cum, smirking as your walls tightened around his fingers. You felt your legs begin to tremble, your hips bucking upwards. You couldn’t even give your lover a warning, moaning his name as you came. Colby released your clit with ease, satisfied with seeing you come undone.

He removed himself from you, leaning forward and removing your blindfold. “Hi there,” He greeted teasingly, earning a smile from you. You grabbed his shirt, flipping him down onto the mattress. You straddled him, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “I need you, you fucking delinquent. You’re gonna give me what I want,” You growled. Your hands nimbly reached down to undo his belt and leather pants, shoving them down his legs.

Colby leaned back, cockily putting his hands behind his head. You raised your eyebrows as his cock laid flat against his stomach, looking up at his face. “What’s that face for?” You questioned. Colby shrugged, looking down at your dripping cunt. “Oh nothing, i’m just waiting for you to take what’s yours,” He replied.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, balancing yourself as you sank down lower. His shaft stretched you out much more than your husband, your thighs shaking as you moved your hips downwards. You threw your head back as you bottomed out, gripping onto Colby’s shirt as you adjusted to his size.

“Well would you look at that,” Colby muttered. You looked down, the outline of his cock visible through your stomach. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “Is that safe?” You questioned, unsure of how to react. You had never been in this predicament, your husband no where near the size Colby was. The brunette chuckled.

“I guess what depends, does this feel good?”

He slowly lowered his hips, before pushing them back up into you. You groaned at the sensation, his cock rubbing against your g spot. “Fu-ck yes,” You answered. Colby grinned mischievously, leaning forward. “Lift yourself up for me, let me fuck you like the filthy slut you are,” He ordered. He traced your jawline with his thumb as you readjusted yourself on his knees.

In a swift motion he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. “The fact you thought you could dominate me even for a second is cute, but don’t ever-” He began, rolling his hips into you slowly. He was going mockingly slow, ensuring you felt every single inch of his cock. “Ever, think you’re in control,” Colby snarled. The two of you locked eyes, your walls milking his shaft with every filthy word he spewed out.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Colby groaned, releasing your face. He hand slithered up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he picked up the pace. You moaned loudly as he fucked you, the outline of his cock visible with every thrust he made. “Thats right, let everyone on this floor know who fucks you this good,” He growled, relishing in the sweet sounds of your uncontrollable moans.

His fingers tightened around your throat, your airway restricted as he provided you an addictive euphoria. “Colbs, fucking shit-” You babbled, unable to form coherent sentences. The nick name you spewed only made Colby pound into you harder, his thrust merciless. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re going to look even prettier full of my cum,” Colby groaned, testing the waters.

You grabbed his wrist, squeezing it for support as he abused your cunt as he pleased. “Please cum in me, I need it,” You begged. Your words were music to Colby’s ears, an irresistible smile dancing across his lips. He could feel your body tremble at the idea of being bred, the brunette feeling cocky. “Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you mine?” He purred. You babbled words of agreement, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“Please, i’ll do anything,” You begged. Colby smirked as he released your throat. “Go ahead then, ride me. Make me cum and i’ll breed that tight little cunt of yours,” He ordered. His thrust had come to a sudden halt, the knot that was previously forming in your stomach beginning to subside. In a panicked motion you began to ride him, pawing at his chest for support as you bounced up and down shamelessly on his cock.

Colby took the opportunity to grab your ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he guided you. “Look at that, riding me like a bitch in heat. You really are my personal whore, aren’t you?” He asked mockingly, the two of you locking eyes. You nodded, grinding down on his cock. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your grip on Colby’s shirt tightening.

“Fuck yes, i’m all yours Colby,”

“Then cum for me so I can make you mine,”

You lowered your hips one last time, your thighs trembling as your senses went white with ecstasy. Your high only got better as you felt Colby cum inside of you, coating your inner walls. His seed was warm as it filled your cunt, Colby’s cock still buried inside of you. The brunette slowly gripped your waist, guiding you off of his cock gently. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs as you sat on your knees, panting as you tried to catch some air.

Colby couldn’t help but admire you. Your hair was a mess, your lips raw and puffy. Your cunt was dripping his cum, your nipples still perky. You were beautiful. He leaned forward, lightly tracing your jawline with his thumb.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You were dazed as Colby carried you over to the bathroom, hardly registered him sitting you down in the bathtub. It was larger than you expected, the warm water beginning to puddle at the bottom. You brushed your hair out of your face, attempting to gain some decency.

“So,”

“So?”

“Does this delinquent know how to fuck or what?” Colby asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger. The tub began to fill quickly, Colby reaching over and pouring a flower scented bubble bath into the faucet. He began to undo his shirt, heading towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Colby turned around a bit more sheepishly than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t know, thought you’d want space,”

His words stung, a reminder of the fact your dynamic was nothing more than a sex filled affair. You brushed off the stinging, deciding you wanted him to be near you. Even if that meant shoving aside your ego.

“Shut up and get in the tub,”

You had never had intimate moments like this with your husband. You laid against Colby’s chest, your shoulders relaxed as he washed your hair from behind you. He worshipped you, his fingers currently occupied by scrubbing and massaging your scalp. He was so gentle with you, a dramatic contrast from the way he was moments ago.

You couldn’t believe you had put your ego aside enough to be in this position, your eyes fluttering shut as Colby bathed you. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, soaking in the privilege of your presence. You both had lost track of time in that bath tub, both of you rambling on about your drastically different lives.

Colby, whose last name turned out to be Brock, had a bit of a social media following. You didn’t realize Youtube was such a popular social media platform, your time mostly spent on facebook or instagram. You had a responsibility to support your husband to the public eye, one that couldn’t be ignored by watching internet videos. He told you all about Sam Golbach, a blonde headed friend of his who you learned he’d rather die without.

You couldn’t help yourself, you began rambling on about your own life. The yoga classes, how often you cooked, your current beef with your maids. You liked that Colby listened intently, asking questions and paying attention. You felt like the center of the universe, droning on about your life and useless husband. Time seized to exist, until it came to a halt.

Your eyes opened to see the sun rising over the horizon, the opened bathroom revealing the orange and pink skies. “Fuck, I have to go soon,” You muttered. Your husband would be waking up in an hour or so, undoubtedly going to question your absence. Colby noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as he washed the suds out of your hair.

“Let me finish washing your hair, okay?”

“Okay,”

You would take any excuse to be around the delinquent you couldn’t resist.

#sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #sam golbach smut #sam golbach x colby brock #sam golbach x reader

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brotherwtf · 7 months ago

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currently screaming things with @pinksiames so have a nonsensical clegan drabble that's an amalgamation of all of our horny ramblings

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Gale always liked to experiment with how he looked, was always willing to push past his comfort zone when it came to his appearance. He has had almost every single hair color, long, short, and everything in between. He wore anything and everything he wanted to, which drove his boyfriend absolutely insane.

Right now, Gale had landed on dying his hair midnight black, allowing the waves to fall over his forehead and frame his pale skin. He had also managed to tug John into the bathroom when he was dying his own hair and forced him to sit and get his hair bleached. John didn't protest much, only whined when the bleach took a long time to set before they could wash it out. John was enraptured by Gale's black hair, liked touching it and caressing it, even though Gale pointedly mentioned it was the same as his blonde hair.

Gale, of course, also liked to drive John crazy with his clothes. He had recently gotten into wearing low rise jeans, crop tops and the occasional mini skirt, exposing his small waist and (possibly) the tattoo he had gotten on his lower back. He liked to look over his shoulder at John and smile at him and watch as John's brain short circuits.

It was their anniversary when Gale finally almost made John rip his head off entirely. He told John to wait in the living room until he called him back into the bedroom, and put his plan into place. He had gotten a red lingerie set when John was at work, expertly hid it in the bottom of his dresser drawers, and smiled when he looked at it now. It was simple, a red, lacy panty that rested on his waist, with garters that wrapped snugly around his thighs. He snuck into the bathroom and grabbed a red lipstick he had bought alongside the lingerie, gracefully putting it onto his lips. His black hair contrasted beautifully with his pale skin and red lips, and he knew John wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him.

Gale laid himself across the white sheets, resting his head on his shoulder, before calling John's name. He ran his fingers through his hair, skewing the perfectly styled locks until they rested easily on his forehead.

When John walked into the bedroom, the world seemed to stop. He stood at the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Gale smirks, stretching out his legs and patting the bed beside him.

"Come on, don't be shy," Gale says.

John walks almost trance-like to the side of the bed, dipping his knees into the mattress and placing his hands on either side of Gale's body. His eyes roam over Gale's body, taking in every inch of the beautiful man below him. Gale looks up through his lashes and grabs John's arm, guiding his hand to his waist.

"Touch me, John," Gale whispers and moans when John connects their lips.

The red lipstick smears almost instantly when John moves his mouth, waxy color bleeding onto his cheek and chin as John licks into his mouth. Gale holds himself on his elbow and sighs every time John licks his tongue across his bottom lip. John whimpers something pathetic against Gale's lips when Gale squeezes his shoulder and guides John further on top of him.

John pulls away for a brief moment and Gale moans low in his throat when he sees the lipstick smeared on John's lips and chin, bringing a hand up and carding his hand through his blond locks.

"Fuck, Gale, you look so damn beautiful," John moans and kisses Gale again, desperate.

I'm gonna blue ball you guys bcs this is getting turned into a full length thing so I'm stopping it there 😈😈 this is for you @clevenhq and @pinksiames I love you guys

some pics for y'all

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #drabble

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generallycharmingcriminalminds · 1 month ago

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Angel In The Snow

Summary: Modern AU where Nicky died, and months later, on Christmas Eve Agatha and Rio see each other at Nicky's grave.

Warnings: Hurt/slight comfort, referenced child's death, like one curse word, exes who still love each other.

Word Count: 1,319 words

Christmas Eve morning, what had once been one of Agatha’s favorite days, now spent standing in front of the cemetery, in the snow, trying to get the nerve to enter. Eight months, and it still ripped her heart out just thinking of the funeral. The one she loved the most standing beside her silently as they watched the coffin lower into the ground, the rest of her heart inside. Agatha tightened her grip on the bouquet of purple azaleas in her hand as she forced her feet forward, making her way towards the grave she came to see. A shuddering breath escaped her as she crouched in front of a headstone, reaching a gloved hand out to brush the snow away, revealing the name. Nicholas Harkness-Vidal. Nicky, her pride and joy, her little boy, forever six years old.

The illness had come quick, there still wasn’t a name for it, or treatments, so Agatha had been forced to watch her little boy deteriorate by the day, his own body betraying him. She never understood exactly what the geneticist had told her and Rio…Rio, the woman Agatha loved, still loves, even after their divorce. Neither woman ever reached acceptance in their stages of grief, both staying in anger, at the situation, and at Rio. It had been something to do with Rio’s egg that caused Nicky’s illness, at least that was how the doctor’s had explained it to Rio and Agatha in the hallway of Boston Children’s Hospital.

Agatha and Rio divorced not even two months after the funeral, unable to look at each other without screaming, if Rio was even home. Being a badass FBI agent meant she was rarely home even when Nicky was alive and well. But once he got sick, and eventually passed she claimed it was just too hard, leading to one of the worst fights they ever had in their almost ten year long marriage, the fight that led to their divorce.

“Being here is hard for you? Seriously, Rio? You were never here!” Agatha had screamed at her wife.

“I tried, I am trying. But at least you got to be here for him, make sure he knew he was never alone. You got to help him with his homework after school, drive him to sports, be here for dinner, his bedtime routine. You knew his favorite food, favorite color, stuffed animal, everything, unlike me. You got to be his mother, in every way that counts. Thanks to my job, and the crazy schedule I work, the most maternal thing I did for him was use my egg for his conception, and that’s what killed him,” Rio had replied softly, tears in her eyes, no fight left in her anymore as she avoided Agatha’s furious, hate filled expression.

“I wish we had never used your egg! We should have used mine, it would’ve saved us money, and probably wouldn’t have killed him! I want a divorce, Rio, you look too much like him, and I hate you for it.”

“Aggie…” Rio started, but a cold look from Agatha shut her up.

“It should’ve been you, not him.” With that Agatha had turned on her heel, storming out of the room.

Agatha shook her head, as if that would make the memory of her cruel words go away. She didn’t really hate Rio for her resemblance to Nicky, or blame her for Nicky’s death. But Nicky had Rio’s dimples, and her smile, and her unnatural ways of sitting in chairs that simultaneously drove Agatha insane and made her smile. It had all been too much seeing the woman she loved, and also seeing her little boy in Rio. So once the divorce had been finalized Agatha packed up her life, sold the house, and moved from Salem Massachusetts to Westview New Jersey, a small town where no one knew her as Agatha Harkness, the stay at home mother who tragically lost her only child. Instead they knew her as one of the best cops in the whole department.

She’d even made friends in Westview, Jennifer Kale, a cosmetic company founder. Lilia Calderu, a fortune teller who Agatha knew was just scamming people, but somehow it was legal. And Alice Wu-Gulliver, a fellow cop whose mother had once been a well-known rockstar, apparently. But Agatha wasn’t sitting in front of her son’s headstone on Christmas Eve to think about them.

Agatha carefully set the bouquet of azaleas on the ground in front of Nicky’s headstone, a shaky breath leaving her as she wiped her eyes, realizing she had started crying. “Hi, baby, mami and I both miss you, with all of our hearts. I’m sorry you had to hear us fight so much when you got sick, and I’m sure you saw it get worse, because there is not a doubt in my mind you’re keeping an eye on both of us, just like Santa if you think about it. I wish it had been me instead of you…parents aren’t meant to bury their children.” Agatha heard the snow crunching under someone’s relatively quiet steps, but she didn’t turn, assuming the person would just pass by, they didn’t.

“You and I both know he’d hate hearing you talk like that, Agatha. You’re right, parents aren’t meant to bury their children, but six year olds aren’t meant to bury their parents either,” a voice behind her said quietly, and it just made the tears slip down Agatha’s cheeks more. She didn’t turn her head as Rio crouched next to her, placing a bouquet of green azaleas, her gloved hand finding Agatha’s without thinking. “I saw you sold the house,” she said, attempting to make small talk, some sort of connection.

“Yeah, I couldn’t stay there, every time I turned a corner I expected him to come running up to me, wanting cuddles. The ghosts of the happy family the three of us once were was too much to overcome…”

“Just like our divorce.” There was no anger, or resentment, just sadness and understanding in Rio’s tone. “You know, Salem hasn’t had a white Christmas since the year Nicky was born,” Rio noted, looking up, some of the flakes catching on her eyelashes, and melting on her face.

Agatha nodded in agreement, moving to rest her head against Rio’s. “Our little boy’s watching over us,” she said hoarsely, and she believed it.

When they both left the cemetery a little while later Agatha finally met Rio’s eyes for the first time. Both had dark circles under their eyes, neither slept well anymore. “Do you…maybe…wanna get a cup of coffee, just for old time’s sake? No expectations, just two people who’ve known each other for years?” Rio inquired.

“Unfortunately I can’t. I have to get back to Westview because a friend of mine is having a Christmas party tonight, I’m sorry,” Agatha answered, her tone surprisingly sheepish as she glanced away from her ex-wife.

“Oh, well, it was worth a shot. Merry Christmas, Aggie.” Rio hadn’t even noticed she used that old nickname, but Agatha did as Rio turned, starting to walk away.

Before Agatha could think things through, or even at all she called after Rio. “Wait, what are your plans for Christmas?”

“No clue, probably unpacking my apartment that I’ve been living in for six months and haven’t done anything with,” Rio admitted, now the sheepish one.

Agatha scoffed, shaking her head. “Come on, Nicky would be disappointed in me if I let his mami spend Christmas alone. You’re coming to New Jersey, and staying in my guest room.” Her tone made it clear Agatha wasn’t going to accept any arguments from Rio.

What neither of them could see was Nicky watching from above, smiling ever so slightly. He didn’t know if his mama and mami would find their way back to each other, but for the first time since before he died, he had hope.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #fanfic #agathario #rio vidal x agatha harkness #agatha x rio #bek's fics

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hangesdarling · 27 days ago

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Hii,can I request headcanons for a psychiatrist hange zoe x insane reader

(Hope this fits your rules)

insane as you are — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. Your psychiatrist helped you escape the asylum.

CONTENT. blood, stabbing, angst, murder, inaccuracies (i can do smth worse than this, let's do that next time)

A/N. I shortcircuited writing this: Hange is insane too with an "I can fix her" syndrome. billy russo and krista dumont from the punisher s2 kinda inspired me to write it like this

"This is somewhat unoriginal of you. I was betting you'd come up with something better," Hange heaved a grunt, trying to keep the knife you drove through their shoulder in place. The gun you stole from the guard outside your door had four missing bullets, not even one caught you in the encounter—such a shame. Your eyes flicked over their slumped form against the wall.

"Sorry for putting you in such a situation, Hans," you walked over and kissed their forehead. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Don't get killed on your way out."

"Won't be."

It wasn't a great plan to begin with. Just because you were locked away in some cheap standard comic asylum doesn't mean all the guards are stupid. You weren't superhuman either so that's a far stretch of a difference from the escape stories you read about on your stay there.

What irritated you the most was probably the bullet that gashed the surface of your cheek right when you couldn't afford to be bleeding out.

It was rough. The guards put up a fight. Just a standard Tuesday night.

You had to thank Hange for the lowered security, and failing machinery inside. Only then did escaping become possible with getting little to no injury.

Once the red and blue lights of police cars zipped through the streets, you knew it was headed for the old, cheap asylum that housed you for at least five years.

Snow drizzled outside, the night bluish with speckles of snowflakes falling. You caught one on your finger and almost laughed at yourself for wanting to cry. You forgot what snow felt like. The place treated you like a sewer rat with very little ventilation. You only had small, barred clerestory, and mud-colored bricks to gaze at in each waking moment. Even the sheets are bland.

Only when Hange arrived in your life did you have the chance to see what was outside after such a long time. It's been a year since the asylum sent an overqualified psychiatrist in front of you and it brings a smile to your face at where you at now.

The night was cold but you were warmed by the thick coat you stole from a stranger on your way out. You left the poor man bleeding on the pavement but thankfully not a speck splattered on the coat. It has such an expensive, natural color to be stained.

You sat obscured on a rotting bench near the alleyway, waiting for your lover. Sure the proceedings may take longer than you'd like. They will be interrogated, after all.

A few minutes and many strangers passed by after you spotted their familiar dark green coat. They turned on the next street and you soon followed.

"They did such a half-assed job on this one. No wonder you're still bleeding," you complained, tearing the poorly wrapped bandage on Hange's shoulder.

"Are you even surprised by such a degree of incompetence at this point?" Hange chuckled, taking a shot of brandy. You were straddled on their lap as you bandaged them properly.

"I guess not."

"We dodged a bullet back there, you know," Hange said, setting down their glass to place their hands on your hips.

"What happened?"

"They sent someone too curious for her own good. Almost had evidence against us. But we staged it well somehow."

A laugh escaped your lips, "We did not."

"I know," Hange laughed, showing you that broad, charming smile you love. "We need to get away in a week or so. We can't hide for long."

"I have some plans you might want to hear about."

"Go on. Shoot."

You took the bottle of brandy from the side table, not even bothering with the glass. You gulped the liquid down your throat, missing the burn of the alcohol.

You set it back down and took Hange's face on yours which was already focused on you anyway.

"You sure about this?" you asked.

"About what?"

"This thing we planned. Running away."

"We planned this long ago."

"But are you sure?"

"Yes."

A sigh, perhaps of relief, passed your lips. Then you smiled.

"You're insane, Dr. Zoë."

They grinned, squeezing your hips a bit, "Try me."

But good things don't last as much as you'd love them to. You were bound for destruction no matter how much you tried to keep your bloody hands to yourself.

"Hey, baby, please," Hange called with a sigh, nursing the shallow gash in their arm as they kneeled in front of you.

The bloody knife unfurled from your fists, clattering against the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed. Their hands tried to reach yours but you were afraid to touch them again.

"I know you didn't mean it," Hange tried to soothe your sobs, brushing a tear from your cheek.

"You should just call the police," you mumbled, hugging your knees.

"I'm not doing that after we've been through," Hange said strongly. "Our flight will be in a few days."

"I don't want to hurt you again. I didn't mean to—"

Hange sensed another burst of apology from you again. They cupped your face, forehead leaning against yours.

"I know, Y/N, I know," they ran a hand through your hair. They gently tugged you to your feet and pulled you on the couch with them.

"I thought it would be okay again," you said through tears, gaze falling down your hands with much hatred and disappointment. I thought I’d be okay again.

"It will be. Eventually. We don't have to rush anything."

Their small side hug warmed your heart and yet you still couldn't get around the fact that you're dangerous, even for Hange. Knowing that you can't even control that sort of impulse was a slap in the face.

"Are you willing to give all of these up, everything you built?" you said slowly, fiddling with your hands. "For me?"

They laced their hands around yours, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"You know I will," Hange said softly. With a gentle sigh, they added, "We'll be okay."

"I'm not sure about the me part."

A humorless smile spread on your lips.

"I want you to be okay on your own terms," Hange can't help but crack a smile. "Damn, I can lose my license ten times over just by saying that."

You laughed, pushing your fear to the back of your mind this time. You kissed them, as gently as you could, as if they would fall apart in your hands.

"I think I get what you mean."

Hange knew it wouldn't be easy. Only god knows how many times you'll turn up at their door with blood on your hands from people you don't remember or how many times they'll meet the end of your knife. But only Hange knew and understood your internal turmoil. The urge to just cut off your own hands rather than hurt them again. Hange found the gentleness built within your walls. It was fiery and stinging. It hurts to hold. But akin to the moth to a flame, Hange still held you closer and closer even if it felt like digging a knife deeper into their chest. They persevered even with all the awareness of the faults these situations present. They didn't spend years studying psychiatry only to wander from patient to patient, hoping some of the therapy would stick. They knew they could piece you together in some semblance of normal. And they knew you'd let them.

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

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alyssas-personal-diary · 1 month ago

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brothers

currently thinking about how a lot of spn watchers are probably married and have kids cause personally the show first came out a year before i was even born sorry 💔 anyways here’s a fic i may or may not be putting on ao3 cuz i don’t like it all that well but might as well post it anyways becuase um.. no one is gonna stop me !

summary: in deans dreams, things are different

You were brothers. That’s what you were. Brothers who occasionally slept in the same bed. Brothers who shared clothes. Brothers who shared longing glances and yearning touches. Brother. Really great brothers.

You’d almost feel bad for Sam. But you were family. So what was there to look back on? It was friendly. All your interactions were friendly and it didn’t go beyond that.

In your dreams, his head would lie on your lap as you drove and you would stroke his hair and everything would be right in the world. In your dream, you would be more. It’d be more than sleeping in the same bed and it’d be more than just glances. You would never utter a word to anyone about how it went down in your dreams.

In your dreams, he laughs and smiles, displays his canines with a bright flash of white, a hint of yellow if you really squinted. He would mutter an ‘I told you so’ and you didn’t particularly know what he was telling you. Maybe he was poking and prodding, telling you to speak, telling you it’ll be okay. “I told you so. I told you’ll be alright.” Or maybe he was just being mean. “I told you so. I told you this would never work. I told you to keep your mouth shut.” Maybe it was him trying to convince you to just do it, ‘I told you so! I told you so!’ Maybe he wasn’t even speaking to you at all. Maybe it was your subconscious. But you wanted to think it was really him as he stood over your bed and whispered words in your ear as he thought you were sleeping.

You wondered what Sam would do if he knew what happened when you shut your eyes. You wondered if maybe he’d shout at you. “We can’t do that! You’re insane! Brothers! I don’t want you like that, don’t talk to me!” Maybe he’d hold you and whisper sweet nothings. Or maybe he’d tell you off kindly. “Oh.. we can’t.. you know we can’t, that’s wrong. We’re family, I’m your brother, baby, we can’t.”

But whatever he would say, whatever he would do, you held onto your dreams. All your dreams were about you and him. You could see him, could hear him breathing, watch as his chest rises and falls with each slow breath. You would drive together and you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and you would fall asleep together and you wouldn’t be just brothers. You would try to catch your breath and you swore you couldn’t breathe. Take a shower and take a breath and watch through the crack in the door as he disposes of his clothes and lies atop the bedspread. You would lie next to him and you would watch him as he silently laughs at whatever plays on TV. You would think of how the TV light makes him look all kinds of funny colors and how it makes the yellow in his teeth stand out. You think you shouldn’t be thinking of this at all or paying attention to any of this and you would take your second shower of the night and you would learn to breathe again.

In your dreams, your limbs tangled together, your breaths mixing together, fogging up your vision and you’re reminded it’s just a dream.

You and Sam were family. You were really amazing brothers who shared a bed and shared clothes and shared glances and touches. Share, share, share. Did Sam share your dreams? Was it like some sort of communal bathroom type situation? Maybe it was a shared delusion, that type of thing.

Or maybe you were just insane. You were brothers, bottom line. You couldn’t ruin that. You’d find comfort in what wasn’t reality because you couldn’t have it. Really great brothers.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #deansam #sam winchester #samdean #wincest #dean and sam #the winchester brothers #sam and dean

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manuellarts · 3 months ago

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The Man whose Will was Destiny.

i have so much to say about dartz ... filler villain or not, he was truly and genuinely an absolute menace. but the worst thing in all of that, is that he was correct on many points, but entirely mad at the same time.

Allow me to elaborate . . .

he's undeniably correct about a lot of things that he says, as he explains to Seto and Atem the past of Antlantis, and the way humans lived before. he mentions that the greed of humans, which grew after the Orichalcos stone allowed unimaginable technological advancement, was what drove them further into darkness. and he was correct.

⠀⠀⠀he mentions that humans have lost touch with their humanity over time due to their greed and the darkness of their heart, and that the modern world resembles Atlantis prior to it's ultimate fall, which is also correct. you wouldn't expect such a mad man to mention the cries of the earth, which suffers at the hand of those who were meant to be its guardians, and yet, he does. which is one thing that makes him fascinating to me. he is a man filled with sorrow and whose heart has been drowned in tragedy a long time ago, and yet . . he is undeniably cruel. the execution of his vision goes entirely against his word.

⠀⠀⠀he mentions that humans are monsters within, and that he was chosen to rebuild the world. yet, he uses those very emotions to cause self-destruction in a person, driving them further into their own darkness. otherwise, the orichalcos would have no effect, as made evident when rafael's soul isn't taken after he lost against yami.

⠀⠀⠀however, dartz tells rafael that overcoming one's own darkness is nothing but an illusion, and proves it by revealing to rafael that he was the one who had orchestrated all of their fates (including Amelda's and Valon's), which in turn sends rafael into a rage and costs him his soul.

⠀⠀⠀dartz's extensive knowledge is his biggest power. the depth of his knowledge regarding the human heart and its darkness allows him to manipulate its strings almost effortlessly. he hears the earth's cries and the spirits they used to work with, but his solution is to destroy both worlds. his will is destiny.

⠀⠀⠀he says people are not truly equal in all aspects, which he is also correct. morally, yes, they are equal. but some are born strong, talented, favored. others are born weak, rejected, forgotten. that is the injustice of the world, and the darkness of the human heart. he understands it deeply, and knows it more than anyone. while he laments the lack of humanity, he is nothing short of cruel. every single person, working for him or not, is seen as nothing but a pawn in his game and master plan. there is no telling if what he utters is truth or lie. he speaks utter insanity with utmost calmness and a smile on his face.

⠀⠀⠀he WANTS that the people who follow him worship him blindly without questioning, and he has not once failed with any of them, since he knows the human heart so well and how to manipulate its strings through emotions.

⠀⠀⠀during the final fight against Atem, every move was calculated in such a way that Atem would end up crushed, psychologically and emotionally. and whether we like it or not, dartz SUCCEEDED. wasn't it for the whole protagonist thing going on, dartz had basically talked Atem into giving up his soul, which is literally crazy.

⠀i also think his design is incredible. the color blue is a color of calm and gentleness, soothing to look at, which he all seems to exude. but this is all entirely false. being in his presence is like being caught in the webs of a spider. it is a false appearance of trustworthiness, but just like the god he means to revive, he is a snake.

⠀⠀⠀i just think he deserves way more recognition as a villain, because he is just incredibly well written ✨

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darkenedroses-world · 2 months ago

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Red Shell Revenge — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, drinking, drunk sex, angry sex, recorded

The living room was a battlefield of empty bottles and open cans, the remnants of a drunken gaming session scattered around you. A Mike’s Hard Lemonade sat forgotten on your desk, its sweet, tangy flavor still lingering on your tongue, while a half-empty bottle of tequila glared at you from the counter. You weren’t too drunk—just drunk enough to feel bold and competitive. Grizzy had started strong, teasing you mercilessly after every match. “Come on, Y/N, that’s what—your fifth place in a row? Maybe you should stick to Mike’s,” he teased, his deep laugh crackling through your headset. “Shut up, Grizzy,” you snapped, taking another sip of your drink. The warm buzz in your veins made you reckless, and your kart swerved dangerously close to the edge of Rainbow Road. “Baby, you’re really bad at this,” he said again, the smirk practically audible. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. ‘My Girlfriend Always Comes in Last.’ Real rich coming from someone who got knocked out in the first round last time we played!”

“Talk all you want,” he fired back, “but I’ve got a red shell with your name on it.” Your eyes flicked to the screen, and sure enough, you saw it coming. “Grizzy, don’t you dare—” The shell slammed into your kart, sending it spinning into oblivion. A screech of pure frustration tore from your lips, followed by a string of curse words so colorful that even his friends in the lobby went silent. “Nelson!” you yelled, slamming your controller down so hard it bounced. “You hit me AGAIN?” The laughter on his end was almost worse than the hit itself. “You okay, babe? You sound mad.” You yanked your headset off, already rising from your chair. “Oh, I’m mad. Mad enough to come over there and make you regret it.” “Wait, wait!” His voice carried faintly as you stormed down the hallway to his gaming room. “It’s just a game!” The door flew open, and there he was, lounging in his chair, an unrepentant grin on his face. His mic light was still on, his friends undoubtedly hearing everything. “Y/N, you really came all the way here because of—”

“Because of you!” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You deserve what’s coming.” His smirk only deepened. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” You closed the distance in two strides, straddling his lap and yanking his headset off. “This.” Your lips crashed into his, the kiss a perfect storm of frustration and unbridled passion. The shift was immediate. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming yours in a way that made your head spin harder than the tequila ever could. “You’re insane,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. “And you’re infuriating,” you shot back, grinding against him with enough force to draw a guttural groan from his throat. He barely managed to pull his hoodie off before your nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red trails against his skin. His chair creaked under the weight of your movements, the slight threat of it tipping only adding to the adrenaline coursing through you. “Keep this up,” he growled, “and I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming my name loud enough for the entire lobby to hear.”

“Do it,” you dared, leaning in to bite his bottom lip. The pace became frantic, all teeth and tongues and hands grasping at skin. Clothes disappeared piece by piece, scattering across the room until nothing but heat and desperation remained. His fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you slightly, angling you just right before sinking into you with a groan that rumbled deep in his chest. Your moan matched his, echoing in the small space. Every movement was raw, every thrust designed to make you forget about the stupid red shell and focus solely on him. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, and he responded with his own string of curses and praises, his grip on you tightening as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Show me how mad you are.” You answered with a gasp, your head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over you. He followed moments later, his body trembling as he held you close. For a moment, the room was silent except for your shared heavy breathing.

Then Grizzy leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “You still mad?” “Shut up,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck. The glow of his monitor caught your attention, and something red on the screen made your stomach drop. “…Grizzy,” you said slowly, “please tell me you turned the recording off.” He froze, eyes darting to the screen. “Oh no.” “Grizzy,” you repeated, your tone more frantic now. His face broke into a sheepish grin as he clicked the mouse. “Um… so… the Discord call might’ve still been live.” “What!?” You scrambled off his lap, grabbing a nearby blanket to cover yourself as you stared at the monitor. The lobby chat was a mess of messages:

• BRUH

• Grizzy, you good???

• Y/N WENT OFF LMAOOOO

• That was hot tho ngl.

You groaned, mortified. “I’m gonna kill you.” Grizzy threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably. “Babe, come on, this is hilarious!” “It’s not!!” you shouted, whacking him with a pillow. Still laughing, he pulled you back into his lap, kissing your temple. “Okay, okay, I’ll delete it. But you gotta admit—this is kind of payback for all the smack talk earlier.” “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” you muttered. “Fair. But worth it.”

#concept writing #youtube #grizzy #grizzy x reader #smut #request #grizzy fics

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crdteezv · 1 year ago

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The Dress - Namjoon

Paring: namjoon x afab reader

Synopsis: Namjoon invited you to go to a banquet with him. You wanted to be mischievous and start teasing him to get under his skin. He doesn't know how long he can take all your teasing anymore.

Warings: degradation, praise, edging, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, missionary, oral sex (receiving), thigh fucking, breast play, etc

Word Count: 2.4k words

Namjoon and all the other BTS members were invited to a yearly banquet for different K-pop groups. Since he is the leader of the group, all eyes will be on him tonight. He asked for you to come with him and of course, you couldn’t say no.

However, today you felt like being a little mischievous.

For the banquet, you decided to wear a long, slim tight red dress that showed off all your curves. The dress has a slit on your upper thigh which exposed a little bit of your leg. You knew he always had a thing for your thighs and legs. Your chest was exposed a little and it didn’t help that it was one of his favorite dresses you owned. He was the one that bought it for you since he thought red was your color and it looks good on you.

As you came downstairs, he waited by the door. As you were walking down, you saw his eyes do a full body scan from head to toe. You saw how his eyes lingered on your thighs. You knew the slit on your thigh always drove him crazy.

“Wow. You look so good baby. As always of course. You're really tempting me to bring you back upstairs and take that dress off you.”

You knew wearing this dress alone would drive him insane. That was your goal anyways. To see how far you can push him until he breaks.

“Aww, come on you know you can’t do that! You've been invited to this banquet and it's a really big deal. Let’s leave now so we won't be late.”

He nodded his head reluctantly and you both left the house.

You both arrived at the banquet and saw all the other BTS members there. You were assigned to the same table, naturally. You sat right next to Namjoon and got settled in. You guys all ate dinner, mingled, and overall had a good time. Later on, you both walked around to greet all the other idols that attended the event.

As you and Namjoon went back to your table, you decided to initiate your plans by teasing him. You were walking in a crowd of people and you wanted to be ahead of him. As you walk back, you slide in front of him and you shift your ass against him. You slowly grind against his crotch and he let out a groan in frustration.

“Fuck…”

The look on his face was almost cute to you because he was trying his best to hold back from making any noises.

“Stop it right now. Not in front of all these people.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I'm just trying to get back to our seats.” You let out a cheeky grin and he knew at this point you did that on purpose. He doesn’t know how long he could contain himself, and you wearing his favorite dress isn’t making it any better.

You guys eventually got back to your designated seats. It was just you and him at the table alone. He started to become hard for you - but certainly wasn’t going to tell you that. As the night went on, you kept doing little things to rile him up.

Like whenever you talked to him, you would give him a certain look that would cause him to have shivers down his spine.

This alone started to make him more flustered and he started stuttering on his words a little bit. You can tell he was starting to become more nervous and fidgety because of you.

You slowly start to put your hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly. He gave you a death glare. His patience was running thin, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

“You better not do what I think you’re going to do. We're in public right now. Let’s save this for when we go home, alright love?”

“Aww, but I was just about to get to the fun part…” You say, with a fake frown plastered on your face.

Ignoring the conversation you just had, you start to slowly unzip his pants and put your hand on top of his crotch area, rubbing slowly. You look at his face and saw the expression he made. He threw his head back and let out a silent “fuck” under his breath.

You were enjoying every second of this.

You started to put your hand lower and stroked him up and down under the table. He was attempting to keep his composure and have a poker face.

J-hope walked up to the table because he had a question for Namjoon. The whole time they were talking, you continued pumping your hand up and down his cock. He didn’t move a muscle, and talked to J-hope as if you weren’t rubbing one out for him right now.

J-hope eventually left, leaving the two of you alone again.

Namjoon had enough of your constant teasing and wanted to put an end to it. He removed your hand from his dick and proceeded to zip up his pants. He leaned over to your ear and says

“Oh baby, after all the shit you pulled tonight… I hope you know I'm going to fuck you stupid tonight.”

You were shocked by this because you’re not used to his aggressive behavior. Usually, he is fairly sweet towards you. However, it seems you really pushed him to the edge tonight.

As the banquet came to an end, you went back to the car. He was silent the whole time. You were starting to become nervous. You almost believed that he was seriously mad at you.

“Hey, look I hope you know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far-”

Suddenly, he placed his hand on your thigh; the other still on the wheel.

“Darling, you know you didn’t have to say that, right? I already told you what’s about to happen to you tonight. You forced my hand, and I have to show you what happens when you want me to act out. I find it funny that you think you can make me do whatever your little heart desires so easily.”

His hand slowly goes in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side.

“When in reality, you’re the one who always does exactly what I want, baby.”

He started rubbing his fingers against your clit.

You let out a small moan, which made him plaster a stupid grin on his face. The way he was driving and touching you at the time was making you feel extremely aroused for him.

“Aww baby girl, you’re already making such a mess for me just from the fingers alone. Let me just-”

He started to slap his hand on your pussy. You start whining from the mixed pain and pleasure you were feeling. For a second, he looked at you and gave you a look that sent shivers down your spine.

“Already whining? You’re so pretty love - and just for me.”

He then shoved 2 of his fingers inside your pussy, and started to pound them into you. You were trying not to moan out loud because you know that was what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give in.

All of this was payback for him - he was enjoying every second of it.

“Come on honey, I know you want to moan for me. You're practically dripping all over the seat.”

You looked down and saw that a wet spot was forming in between your legs.

This flustered you and made you squirm in your seat, simultaneously clenching on his fingers.

“You’re so cute when you get flustered for me baby. Keep squirming - I know you love this.”

All of this was starting to drive you crazy. You don’t know how long you can handle him.

“I'm so close. Please let me-”

He quickly took his hand off your clit, shamelessly edging you. You became agitated and let out a grunt in frustration.

He laughed and said, “Aww, that’s so cute. You thought I would let you finish just like that. Anyways, we’re home now.”

You looked over and saw that you indeed had arrived home. You were lost in your own world to realize it.

He parked the car in the driveway and got out. He went around the hood to your side so he could open the door for you. You supported yourself on his arm slightly, still weak in your knees from all the teasing. He helped you inside and guided you to your shared bedroom.

However, he started to give you the silent treatment and act like nothing happened. He began to change into his sleepwear and it seemed like he was planning on going straight to sleep.

You were mad that he just left you hanging like that. You were so close and he just had to steal your orgasm away from you.

He was laid down on the bed and began to read a book, as it was his nightly routine.

Since he didn’t seem to be paying you much mind, you decided to go into his side of the closet and dig out the white dress shirt he had under his suit earlier in the night so you could slip it on. You slipped your panties off in the process.

He started to look at you up and down, mentally questioning what you were doing wearing his clothes. You ignore his facial expressions and jump straight into bed, slowly starting to spread your legs. Since you didn’t feel satisfied from earlier, you started to rub circles on your clit, giving Namjoon a nice presentation. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, and something you knew you’d tease him about for a long time. He bit his lip and tried his best not to entertain your antics.

This was, however, his last straw.

He put down his book on his bedside table and took off his glasses. He leaned over the bed to get to you and started to slowly kiss you. He replaced your hand on your clit with his, using his other hand to pin yours above your head.

He started to kiss down your body, on your neck, tits, your hips. Interestingly enough, he decided to leave his shirt on you. He kissed down to your thighs and looked down at your pussy. He saw how wet you were for him and decided he had teased you enough tonight.

He spread your thighs open and started eating you out.

You didn’t care how loud you were being. You were practically screaming from how good he was making you feel.

He was still rubbing your clit almost aggressively and was eating you out like it was his last meal.

You were starting to see stars and just wanted to cum.

But Namjoon wasn’t even close to being done with you.

He pulled off of your pussy and started to pull down his sweatpants. He took out his dick and started rubbing it against your entrance. He rubbed it against your clit as well, knowing how sensitive you probably were.

He closed your thighs together around his cock and started slowly fuck your thighs. He was edging himself before fucking you. He began to moan for you from how good you were making him feel, which felt silly to you as he was just using your body.

All you wanted though was for him to put himself inside of you. You started moving your hips up he caught on and said

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking needy for me. I’ve never seen you like this before. I guess my teasing from earlier really got to you huh?”

Before you could even answer, he spread your legs open and shoved his dick inside of you.

You gasped out loud because you weren't expecting him to put it in so fast. But you weren’t complaining at all.

He used one of his hands to grip the headboard and start fucking himself into you. You both were melting into each other’s touch. He had been pent up since the banquet, and been wanting to fuck you since he saw you in that pretty fucking dress of yours.

Usually, he would usually go gentle and slow with you but tonight was a different story.

His strokes were hard but sensual at the same time.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and you were squirming around from how aggressive he was fucking you.

He put his hand down the shirt you were wearing and grabbed onto your boobs. He started to twist one of your nipples, putting the other into his mouth.

All this stimulation you were feeling was starting to make you feel dizzy.

He moved onto the other boob and sucked on it, all the while pounding into you. You were both reaching your breaking point.

He stopped sucking your tits and grabbed your legs and puts them over his shoulders.

He went down to your ear and whispered, “Baby I’m so close, so I need you to be good and cum with me okay?” You were too out of it to form words, so you nodded your head in agreement instead.

He started fucking you harder than before, without showing any signs of slowing down. He got so carried away that he didn’t realize how rough he was being with you.

You both finish at the same time, you let out genuine moans that only Namjoon could string out of you. You were practically on the verge of tears from how good he had just made you feel.

“Oh my god, honey are you ok? I’m sorry for being extra rough on you tonight. It’s just I’ve been wanting to do this since you came out in that dress. You know what it does to me.”

You appreciated how he always checks in after you both you’re done. He makes sure you’re not hurt, cleans you up, and prompts you to drink water.

“I'm okay, and I’m sorry for being annoying at the banquet. I just wanted to tease you a little bit, you know?”

He let out a little chuckle.

“Well, look what happens when you try to tease me.”

You look down to see the mess you made all over the bed. Your body fluids mingled together on the sheets.

You became embarrassed and tried to get up to clean up but he stopped you.

“It’s okay baby, I got it. Just lay down and go to sleep. I’ll clean up everything, okay?”

You nodded and smiled at the fact that you had the best boyfriend in the world.

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