#they almost all followed today just to whine in the chat

[ravenw1ngs]

Shout out to all the Dream stans in Tubbo’s chat today for all the ad revenue they earned him <3

Thanks for screaming into the void for six hours while we all laughed at you. Hope you spend 2025 touching grass, stepping out of that little echo chamber, and finding someone to watch who isn’t an immature asshole that seems incapable of personal growth. <3

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

So Obviously In Love

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: a little bit of smut

Lando knew he was in love with you for a very long time. It didn't even take him long to admit it to himself, but to you?

It took him ages.

One of the problems was that your last name was Fewtrell and that pretty much explains it all.

But even though it took him a long time to tell you outright that he was madly in love with you, he didn't try to hide it much. In fact, he was too obvious with his actions.

Besides the fact that he started spending more time with you than with your brother, or his best friend to be exact, a lot of big little things happened that gave him away.

Like that one time he called you for the first time to check if you got home safely.

You just got back from Lando's after spending almost the entire afternoon at his place and you're pretty tired, ready for bed. Your eyes are slowly closing, but you know you still have to take a shower, so you decide not to procrastinate and get to work. Just as you were about to leave your phone on the kitchen counter and head for the bathroom, it starts buzzing in your hands. Caller ID showing Lan. You must have forgotten something at his apartment, you think to yourself because it wouldn't be the first time. "What did I leave now?" You sigh answering the phone. "Nothing this time, don't worry." He chuckles. "What's up then?" You ask, a little confused considering you were together just half an hour ago. "Just wanted to make sure you got home safely" He says. "I know you said you were tired and you wouldn't let me drive you." Your heart warms at his caring words and you find yourself smiling as you fiddle with the car keys. "Safe and sound, Lan" "Good, good." He really doesn't want to end the conversation, but he knows you just got back from him, so he pauses for a second before continuing. "Alright, well, I'll talk to you in the morning then. Sleep tight." "You too, Lan. Good night.”

Or the way he gives you the last bite even though it's his cheat day

Lando is always on a special, healthy and clean eating regimen because his job simply requires it. Every now and then, once a month, he lets off steam and eats whatever his heart desires. Today was one of those days. Lando had been talking about burgers all week. He was craving a big, fat burger with lots of fries on the side. He was standing behind the kitchen island finishing his burger when you entered the kitchen. "Whatcha doin'?" You asked hopping onto the kitchen island, your eyes following the last bits of the burger. He didn't say anything, not wanting to speak with his mouth full, he just pointed to the burger and made the most satisfying face ever. "Ugh, it looks so good..I've been so hungry all day, I've been going full vacuum mode on everything edible.." You whined putting your hand over your tummy. "Are you pms-ing?" Lando asked and you nodded frowning. "Here, you can finish it if you want to." He offered without much hesitation. "No, you finish it, it's your cheat day. I’ve already eaten way too much today, one more bite and I might explode." "No, come on. I want you to have it. I'm already full anyway." He lied. He could have eaten at least one more burger like that. "But it's your last bite..the best one" You said as he put it into your hands.

He took a kitchen towel and wiped his mouth with it before grabbing his bottle of water and heading back towards the gaming room.

"There's some more junk food and pistachio ice cream in the fridge. Take that with you when you go home."

Or that one time everyone went crazy when Lando's hand wandered onto your thigh on the stream.

When they heard that you were also there, in Lando's apartment, the fans shifted all their attention from him to you. They were calling your name in the chat and pestering Lando to get you on camera. He actually secretly loved the way his fans loved you. "Y/n?" He shouted taking the headphones off. "Yeah?" You shouted back from his living room. "Could you come here for a sec, please?" He asked and soon you appeared walking into the room. "Chat really wants to say hi to you." "Oh, hi guys. How are you?" You smiled as you leaned forward slightly to see what they were typing. Lando’s gaze softened looking at you interacting with them. His smile only grew bigger as he started to read the compliments and funny things they were saying to you. Lost in the moment, Lando got carried away reading the comments and unconsciously placed his hand on the back of your thigh, gently squeezing it. Of course, it took the chat a full two seconds to notice it and go crazy over it. "Okay, that's enough of y/n for you for today." Lando quickly removed his hand and changed the subject, thinking you hadn't noticed the placement of it. But of course you did.

You hated skiing. You hated it because you didn't know how to ski. You tried, but it was a complete, almost fatal, disaster, to say the least. Every time Lando and Max went skiing, you wouldn't go with them, and seeing how dangerous it could be for you, you didn't even have the desire to learn.

But that one time, Lando did everything he could to convince you to go with them. He succeeded, by the way. He even managed to convince you that you didn't need an instructor, but that he would teach you how to ski, using it as an excuse to be as close to you as possible.

"If I break my leg you'll be the one to blame just so you know." You whine while trying to get your foot into the ski boot. "Y/n, stop grumbling and push your foot a little harder." Lando said trying to help you put your boot on. "I c-can't, it's too freaking tight-ugh!" "Take me by the shoulders and just stand up and your foot will fit inside." You put your hands on his shoulders and just as you were about to do what he told you, something suddenly took hold of you and you burst out laughing. This whole situation was becoming too ridiculous for you, the way you were struggling with those stupid boots and the excessive amount of clothes that restricted your movement, you felt as if you were about to go crazy. "Y/n, get serious, come on." Lando warned you while still holding onto your boot, but he couldn't help but start laughing at you too. You leaned towards him, still laughing like a madman, resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to calm yourself. Lando turned his face towards yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek as his eyes darted to your lips. "Alright, that’s enough, you muppet! Let's get that boot on your foot before night falls." When it was time to take the T-bar lift uphill, you froze. It seemed so simple watching others do it with ease, but you just didn't feel confident enough to do it by yourself. "Lando, I can't do it on my own..I'm afraid I'll fall and-" You panicked when it was your turn. "Hey, hey, hey it's okay. I'll do it with you." He took the bar in his hands and placed it between the two of you behind your legs. As the T-bar lift jerked forward, you grabbed on, holding for dear life, hoping you wouldn’t faceplant halfway up the slope. Lando noticed and chuckled wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him so you feel safer. "It's okay, I got you. Just trust me"

And finally that time after he had already confessed to you that he fell for you, you came to his place and thought you would talk about how nothing could happen between you because of Max.

But that didn't go the way you planned it.

You thought about having a conversation with him, but halfway through he started unbuttoning your shirt slowly nodding his head and pretending to listen to you. "Lan..I'm serious and you're n-not listening.." You struggled to pronounce without moaning. "I'm listening, keep talking" He quietly urged you to continue as he started kissing your neck. His hands wandering beneath your shirt making your head fall back. Your concentration was long gone when his fingers found your zipper. "Lando..." You whimper as his fingers move your panties to the side. "What, baby? Want me to stop?" "No, please, don't stop"

Lando could never resist you. He's always been so obviously, madly, deeply in love with you.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Can you do a Carlos dad were lando swears around his kid and now she won’t stop repeating it and he is trying to get her to stop but Carlos finds out (toddler daughter) if possible

Little Parrot

Carlos loved nothing more than being a father. From the moment Yn was born, he had promised himself that she would always know she was loved, always feel safe, and always be happy. And, of course, he had made it his mission to teach her Spanish so they could have their own secret conversations.

It had started as a joke between him and Rebecca—she had been determined to learn Spanish, but Carlos had made it harder by talking faster and using slang. In the meantime, he whispered little words to their baby girl at night, spoke to her in Spanish every morning, and now, at four years old, Yn was perfectly bilingual.

It was something he took great pride in, especially when Lando—her ever-dedicated godfather—tried (and often failed) to understand their conversations.

Lando had always adored Yn. He was there the day she was born, had cried when he held her for the first time, and spoiled her beyond reason. He tried his hardest to pick up Spanish, just so he wouldn’t be left out when Carlos and Yn had their little chats. But his progress was... questionable.

And now, as the paddock buzzed with activity before a race weekend, Lando had a new mission—one that involved a lot of pleading.

"Come on, just for a few hours!" Lando begged, his hands clasped together as he followed Carlos through the Williams hospitality.

Carlos sighed, adjusting the little pink backpack slung over his shoulder. Yn had demanded she bring her favorite stuffed bunny, a coloring book, and snacks for the day, and he, being the soft-hearted father he was, had agreed.

"Lando, I don’t know," Carlos said, casting a glance at his daughter, who was currently sitting on a chair, happily eating some fruit while kicking her feet.

"Please, please, please," Lando whined. "I swear I’ll take good care of her! She loves me! Right, Yn?"

Yn perked up at the sound of her name and turned to look at Lando with a big smile. "Sí!"

"See!" Lando grinned triumphantly. "She wants to stay with me."

Carlos narrowed his eyes. "You say that now, but last time you almost lost her in the McLaren garage."

"It was one time!" Lando argued. "And she wasn’t lost, she was just—exploring."

Carlos raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine. She wandered off a little," Lando admitted sheepishly. "But I promise, this time, I’ll watch her like a hawk. She won’t leave my side!"

Yn looked between them curiously before tilting her head at her father. "Papá, por favor?" she asked sweetly, blinking her big brown eyes up at him.

Carlos groaned. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Fine," he relented. "But—" he pointed a firm finger at Lando, "—if anything happens, it’s your fault. And I will make you regret it."

Lando beamed, scooping Yn up in his arms. "Deal!"

Yn giggled as he spun her around, and Carlos exhaled, already wondering if he had made a mistake.

Lando was determined to be the best godfather in the world today.

"Alright, Mini," he said as he set Yn down gently on a chair. "We are gonna have so much fun today."

Yn nodded eagerly, swinging her legs as she held her stuffed bunny close. "What are we doing?"

"First, we have very important jobs," Lando said, crouching down to her level. "We have to inspect my car. Make sure it's all good for the race."

Yn's eyes widened with excitement. "Really?"

"Yep! And since you're my assistant today, that means you get a headset, too!"

Yn gasped. "Like you?"

"Exactly like me."

A few minutes later, Yn was sitting on Lando’s lap in the garage, wearing an oversized headset as she watched the engineers work. She looked absolutely serious, as if she really was his assistant, nodding along as he explained things in the simplest way possible.

"And this is my steering wheel," Lando said, holding it up for her. "It has so many buttons. Want to press one?"

Yn gasped. "Can I?"

"Yeah, but not the important ones," Lando said, pointing at a harmless button. "Try this one."

Yn pressed it with a determined look, and the lights on the steering wheel flickered. She clapped her hands in delight.

"You're a natural!" Lando grinned, ruffling her hair.

For a while, things were going perfectly. Yn was entertained, happy, and sticking to Lando like glue.

Then he messed up.

It happened when he was helping her climb up onto a higher chair. He wasn’t paying attention, knocked his knee against the table, and immediately hissed, "Fuck!"

There was a beat of silence.

Yn blinked up at him. "Fuck," she repeated.

Lando froze.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

"Um, no, no, no, we don’t say that," he said quickly, shaking his head.

Yn tilted her head. "But you said it."

"I—I didn’t mean to!" Lando panicked. "It’s a bad word."

Yn nodded seriously. "Fuck is bad word."

"Yes, exactly!"

"Fuck," Yn repeated, nodding like she was learning something important.

Lando slapped a hand over his face. "Oh, shit."

"Shit," Yn said immediately.

Lando nearly choked. "No, no, no, stop!"

But it was too late.

Yn found it hilarious. She giggled, kicking her feet, and started chanting, "Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit!"

Lando was screwed.

"Lando," Carlos’ voice cut through the air, dangerously calm.

Lando froze. Slowly, he turned, still holding Yn, who was currently humming to herself.

Carlos stood with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "Why is my daughter running around saying fuck and shit?"

Lando gulped. "Uh—"

"Fuck!" Yn chirped happily. "Shit!"

Lando shut his eyes. He was so dead.

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lando."

"It was an accident!" Lando blurted. "I swear! I hit my knee, and I didn’t mean to say it, and then she memorized it like a little parrot, and I’ve been trying to get her to stop!"

Carlos sighed, rubbing his face. "Do you know what Rebecca will do if she hears her saying that?"

Lando’s eyes widened in horror. "We can’t let her find out!"

Carlos shook his head, but there was amusement in his eyes now. He turned to his daughter, kneeling in front of her.

"Yn, mi amor," he said gently, "those are bad words, okay? We don’t say them."

Yn pouted. "But Lando says them."

"Lando is dumb," Carlos said, sending a glare his way. "You’re much smarter than him, aren’t you?"

Yn giggled. "Sí!"

Carlos smiled. "Good. So, let’s not say those words anymore, okay?"

Yn nodded, then leaned in to whisper, "But they’re kinda funny."

Carlos sighed.

Lando snorted.

Carlos shot him a look. "Not helping."

Lando held his hands up in surrender. "Look, she’s gonna hear worse when she’s older."

"Not today, she won’t," Carlos muttered. He turned back to his daughter, who was already distracted playing with her bunny.

"Alright, no más palabrotas," Carlos said firmly. ("No more swear words")

Yn giggled. "No más palabrotas."

Carlos kissed the top of her head before glaring at Lando one last time.

"You," he said, pointing at him, "are never babysitting again."

Lando gasped. "That’s not fair!"

Carlos smirked. "Jódete." ("Fuck you")

Lando groaned.

Yn, despite her father’s warning, giggled under her breath. "Jódete"

Carlos sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[neeeooon]

video game lover !

5 | winner takes it all

cw. cussing

chat: sooooo we gonna address the elephant in the room

you twirled your headphone wire between your fingers like a strand of hair. “i don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

chat: you are a liar

chat: HIOYN HIOYN HIOYN

chat: r u dating DONT LIE

chat: give us the hiori bf pics pls

chat: CUDDLE PICS PLS

chat: HARD LAUNCH PLEASE

you smiled at your chat but didn’t reply. hiori, as promised, sent you an invite to his minecraft world through discord. honestly, the game choice surprised you, considering how building wasn’t his thing. you sensed he was planning something, but you were going to ask him to put his minecraft bed beside yours if he didn’t make the first move.

you waited for the world to load and jumped when you turned your character around to find hiori’s right there. “jeez!” you screeched lightly, throwing a hand over your heart. “you scared me!”

“sorry,” hiori apologized sheepishly. his character was hovering slightly above the grassy terrain, signaling that the world was set to creative.

you clicked your mouse until you were the same height. “are we building again today?”

hiori’s character turned away from you. his skin looked just like him, which you thought was adorable, considering your character's skin was miffy.

“i’ve actually been building off-screen for about four hours,” hiori admitted into his mic.

you tried not to look surprised, but your viewers immediately began bullying your expression in chat. “four hours? building what?” you followed as hiori flew higher and took off into the distance. confused, you muted yourself and asked your chat for spoilers.

chat: girl he Just said he built offscreen

chat: off screen = no viewers babe 😔

chat: It’s okay Y/n, we still love you even though you’re mentally challenged! 🫶💓

rolling your eyes, you unmuted yourself and continued following. “how far away did you build?”

“pretty far. maybe too far. i don’t know… we’re almost there!”

“are we, though?” you teased, when the ugly yellow of the stupid sponge block appeared in the distance. chat, again, slammed crying laughing emojis when you failed to school your expression. “no way.”

“way.”

“no way.”

hiori giggled. “way.”

the sponges formed a heart around a cluster of flowers that would have looked randomly placed if you weren’t floating above them. you covered your mouth, muffling your loved-up laugh when you read what was written in the pixels. “‘be my girfriend?’ aww, i knew you fell for my charms.”

hiori let out a choked sound and his character dropped to the ground. “wait, i promise i know how to spell. pretend that says girlfriend.”

“nope! i like girfriend more.”

chat: he forget the L on purpose cause hiori only take W’s

chat: WWWWWWW

chat: HIOYNNNHAJDKSJ WWWWW

chat: no no he didn’t put the l on purpose cause he knew you’d say yes!!!!

“words are hard,” hiori grumbled, sounding so sulky over the mic that you completely combusted. “that sucks. oh well.” turning to your camera, you squealed. “chat, i’m a girfriend!”

chat: someone check on otoya and karasu

chat: AWW CONGRATS HIORI AND Y/N!!!!

chat: love is still alive 💗

☆ 🐇

you stood on hiori’s doorstep with a bundle of white and blue hydrangeas in your hand because they reminded you of hiori. you’d been at the same conventions and events before, but never actually interacted with one another. part of you was nervous about meeting him, but the other part was too excited that you were trembling in anticipation as you waited for him to open the door.

“why are we here again?” otoya asked, slumped against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

you frowned at him. “in case this isn’t actually hiori yo’s place and i was catfished, duh.”

“but we’ve been here before,” karasu added from your other side. you contemplated smacking him with your flowers.

“i’m hungry,” otoya whined, which in turn caused karasu to perk up. “saw a burger place not far from here.”

“fuck yeah. later, y/n.”

“traitors!” your screech was immediately met with the opening of a door, and you whipped your head around to find hiori staring at you with his pretty blue eyes. you fawned. “oh, hello. boyfriend.”

hiori flushed at the endearment and held the door so you could kick your shoes off as you entered. you glanced back to find him scrubbing at the back of his head. “howdy, girlfriend.”

“ah ah. girfriend.”

“i’m never livin’ that down, am i?” hiori asked with a breathless chuckle, and you pushed yourself up on your toes as you held the flowers out for him to take.

hiori blinked at the bouquet before pulling it close to his chest. “i don’t think i own a vase. wait here, i’ll find somethin’.”

fuck, he’s so cute, you internally screamed, fighting air the second he turned back.

you followed him into the kitchen and propped your jaw into your hands as you watched him search for something to put the flowers in. feeling a bit more confident, you let your chin roll in your palm. “so. when am i getting you pregnant?”

hiori coughed, choking on air. he flashed you a look, eyes wide and flustered in a way that made you grin. “kidding, kidding… we’re here to film a collab, right? our first since becoming official?”

hiori, still hung up on your prior words, scratched his jaw. “why does the entire internet think i’m the one getting pregnant?”

“we’d make such pretty babies.”

“why don’t we start with a rabbit first, yeah? or a plant. plants are nice.”

the giggle that slipped out of you was unplanned and caught you off guard. “calm down, babe. we’ve only been dating for six hours. it may be a bit soon to talk about plant adoption.”

“but babies are on the table?” hiori asked with a raised brow. he filled a bowl with water and set the hydrangeas in it. “we can raise these flowers.”

you pursed your lips in agreement. “fine. we should pick a name for them, though.” hiori suggested one, you gave another. sighing, you straightened into a stance and pressed an open palm to his countertop. “okay, idea. we duel for the name of our first plant as a couple.”

hiori mimicked your position but leaned forward slightly, his chest hovering above the counter. “winner takes it all.”

you leaned right back. “deal.”

masterlist // previous (ch 4)

notes -> THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING VIDEO GAME LOVERRR (thank you kaiser’s wife 🐟 anon for the confession idea!)

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© neeeooon, 2025

[clarkeybabey]

Please can you write something about clarkey loving a cuddle and the boys come home and tease him 🙈🙈

❝ cuddle up to me ❞

# playlist; watch you sleep. - girl in red, cuddle up - the beach boys, LOVE - kendrick lamar ft. zecari

# word count; 1.2k

# note; I love writing fluff but I always feel so repetitive idk ?! 😝

George had finally convinced you to start going out for drinks with his friends again. The last time you joined them on a night out, you mistakenly read them Zayn Malik fanfiction you'd written well over ten years prior and posted to Wattpad, which they have yet to let you live down and you still have no recollection of.

After two hours of chatting with them about nothing and everything all at once, you couldn't help but recoil into him, your social battery was dangerously low. Despite how fresh your relationship still is, your boyfriend was quick to notice, excusing the two of you, saying something about Max wanting to film the pod early the next morning amidst goodbyes on your way out the door.

As you distance yourself from the bustling bar, he turns towards you with a knowing grin. His arm reaches out effortlessly and finds its way around your shoulders. His cool gaze meets yours as he softly asks, "You holding up okay, love?" You nod with a hum, your smile mirroring his, leaning into him as you reach up to lace your fingers together.

The two of you walk back to his flat in comfortable silence, London's side streets are quiet and almost peaceful. When you make your way into his building he unwraps himself from you slightly only to fish his keys from the pocket of his jeans though he keeps a protective grip on your waist as he unlocks the door.

Now that he's got it open, he steps aside patting your hip in a motion to get you inside ahead of him. He watches you walk stealing shameless glances at your figure as you struggle a bit with your shoes, he tears his eyes away as you straighten quickly distracting himself by hanging his coat on the rack and dropping his keys in the bowl next to the door.

Whilst he kicks off his shoes haphazardly you shed your jacket as well, holding it out to him with a smile, "Hang mine up too, please?"

"Yes ma'am," he nods, you thank him, heading off to the kitchen for some water. You step up onto your toes your shirt lifting with your arms snagging a glass, he comes up behind you, his cold hands meeting the now-exposed skin of your stomach making you jump, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Y'scared me and your hands are freezing," you whine wiggling out of his grasp, filling your cup from the fridge, and side-eyeing him as he steps toward you again.

"But I just wanna cuddle, you can't deprive me like this," he throws his head back dramatically making you scoff. "We walked home practically glued together, darling."

George takes a deep breath and shakes his head frantically, continuing his fit, "'s just not enough," he sniffs wiping his eyes and fanning himself, making you roll yours. He follows close behind like a puppy as you cross through the dining room into the living room, pulling the throw blanket off the back of the couch, and reach out for him, "C'mon y'big baby."

And he does, basically jumping on top of you, and you fall back into the festive throw pillows. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his beard tickling you a bit.

Your fingers twirl the curls at the nape of his neck, "I missed you today," he mumbles against your skin, making the column of your throat vibrate with his words. "Missed you too, so much," you pause, thinking back to what had been said earlier, "You don't actually have to do podcast stuff tomorrow right?"

He can't help but chuckle at how nervous you sound, "Don't be silly, you know my Sundays are reserved for us," he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel your heartbeat jump in speed at his reassurance, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

More comfortable silence envelopes the two of you, as your breathing slows, unintentionally synchronized, he drifts off to the sound of soft breaths escaping your agape lips.

A drunk Chris and an even more drunk Arthur fumble into the apartment, completely oblivious to their sleeping friends, that is until Arthur attempts to make his way into the sitting room in search of George, his charger has miraculously disappeared from his bedroom once again.

As you come into his field of view, he's tapping through his phone, his fingers tingling and oddly heavy, in search of his camera.

You wake to a quick flash of light, followed by the sound of a picture being taken, making you groan a bit louder than intended. "Piss off," you don't bother opening your eyes, that is until you realize you can't exactly turn away from the flash because of the dead weight of the man on top of you.

He begins to stir at the sudden, jerk of movement beneath him, your shouting, the sound of a flurry more of photos being taken, and Arthur's drunken wheezing has Chris emerging from the kitchen, clapping a hand over his mouth, to suppress his obnoxious laughter. George turns in the direction of the noise, blinking the sleep from his eyes, "Hello, sleeping beauty," His friends' phones in hand and giggles make him sigh against your chest.

Chris nearly falls over, bumping into the wall as both of you raise a hand, flipping off them and the videos you're almost positive at least one of them is taking, "You two are so cute," Arthur coos, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Stuff like this won't happen to you if you lot are this annoying in the presence of a woman," you shoot back, making Chris clutch his chest, mouth open in shock, "you know, that's really offensive, one direction fanfiction won't help you out either," he crosses his arms, looking pleased with himself.

Your eyes widen, and you laugh dryly "You leave them out of this. Do I need to remind you how you looked before that perm?" George snorts and Arthur's phone is long since in his pocket, deciding he didn't need his ego bruised like his roommate. Chris raises his hands, laughing uncontrollably, his head dropping in defeat "No, please, no."

"Now goodnight, boys," your voice is jokingly stern, but when they don't move in the slightest you nod your head in the direction of their bedrooms, "Yes, Mother," Arthur sighs, a faux frown present on his face as he shoves Chris ahead of him. "She such a bully," You hear Chris mutter, their conversation fades as they make their way across the flat. The only sound was their doors clicking shut, followed by coveted silence.

You lay there still and quiet praying they don't come back out and when they don't you speak up: "Why don't we get in bed, too?" He nods, standing from where he had you trapped beneath him, taking your hand and helping you get up as well.

George grins broadly, his smile as bright as ever, and says, "You humbling my friends is so hot." You can't help but laugh and shake your head at his words. Without another thought, you grab his wrist firmly and start pulling him in the direction of his bed, eager to give in to the exhaustion the day had caused.

[celuere]

when our hearts break

interlude for Tangled Hearts

pairing: arlecchino x fem!harbinger reader

cw: arle pov time chat, massive hurt with 0 comfort, yearning lesbians, roughs sex, strap-on, pathetic arle, she is very bad with feelings your honor, maybe a lil ooc 

everybody go thank della for inspiring me to write this totally not heartbreaking piece! this is also just a short interlude chapter ncjdwkbnfkjnvnvrj

“lady arlecchino, your skills on the dancefloor are truly remarkable…“

“is that so…? you flatter me, lady isabella…“, snaking one hand around the woman‘s hips, the harbinger led todays target over the dancefloor as if it were her last. the only reason why the knave bothered to even be near another woman on one of the fatui gatherings was simple. intel. lady isabella was none other than the little sister of one of nod-krai‘s most influential men. and she needed those informations. badly.

the bitter looks you threw into her direction almost every few minutes did not help masking the bitter taste on her tongue. the taste of betrayal. you did not talk ever since your… „break up“ three weeks ago. if you could call it that.

she will never forget how the light left your eyes on that very day.

she will never forget how the children‘s shoulders sagged in disappointment at the information of your sudden dismissal. and she never hated herself more for it.

oh, and don‘t forget the looks of disapproval she has to endure from tartaglia.

„i… was wondering…“, placing a hand into arlecchino‘s neck, isabella slowly leaned in, lips nearly away from touching.

„what has been on your mind, doll?“, calling anybody else by that name who wasn’t you felt like dagger being rammed right into her spine.

„my hotel is just down the street…“, crimson x‘s following isa‘s finger running down her chest as her mind grew quiet.

that was actually not part of her plan at all. but given her situation… blowing off some steam…

her eyes found yours for the last time this evening, eyes wide as if you heard every single bit of their conversation. 

„what is your room number.“

a shiver was sent down the knaves back at the nails dragging over her skin. the naked woman underneath her moaning with each drive of her hips into her. my god, you were taking her so well with your leg thrown over her shoulder, one plea after the other spilling from your lips as she made sure the tip of the dildo was kissing your cervix with each thrust of her hips against yours. arlecchino‘s hand moved instinctively to your thigh to rub over the scar that graced this part of your body from an injury when you were still just teenagers under „mother‘s“ care.

you loved it when she cherished your scarred body, taking her time to kiss and caress each one of them.

„[name]… fuck…“, you were taking her so well, moaning right into her mouth as your lips clashed together.

but the skin where your scar was supposed to be was as smooth as silk.

„hah… b-but my name is isa-“, those pair of teary eyes also didn‘t belong to you.

her arousal vanished as quickly as it came at the cold realization of the reality she found herself back in as she angled her hips for the tip of the strap to hit the woman’s sweet spot and shut her up for good.

„you must have misheard me.“, the taste of her still lingered on arlecchino’s tongue and she hated it. she hated how it wasn’t you she was currently fucking. it wasn‘t you who was moaning her name on repeat. but she needed to somehow relieve herself. as long as she could somehow delude herself that she was indeed having sex with you, the world was alright. 

arlecchino pulled out of the lady underneath her, drawing a pained whine from her as she flipped her over onto all fours. she couldn‘t stand to look at this strange face any longer. she ignored the missing scar on her back. ignored how high pitched her voice was compared to you. a problem that was quickly resolved as arle scolded her to tone it down. despite how hot her blood was running, the knave felt as cold as ice. at least she didn‘t complain about her fast pace.

soft, calm breaths filled the room behind the harbinger as she was sat on the edge of the bed, her bottom lazily covered by the blanket a she stared daggers into the wall.

a gaping hole in her chest where her heart was supposed to be.

never wanted she someone to slap some sense back into her so badly. at least she got the intel she needed from isabella, gotta think positive or something like that. celestia held her for a fool for good.

you might hate her.

but she will always hate herself more.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

In Your Arms, After Class

Synopsis: You teach math, she teaches science, students grew suspicious about you two but Karina proved them right.

Word Count: 1,898

Karina X Male Reader

I was smiling the whole time while making this really enjoyed making this fluff, hope y’all enjoy😭

You work as a high school math teacher at Chosun High, a prestigious school known for its 100% success rate in architecture, engineering, and other competitive fields. You’re proud to be part of such an elite institution—but today, the classroom energy feels a little different.

“Good morning, class. Open your textbooks to page 55,” you say, tapping your marker on the whiteboard. “We’re going to start a new lesson on algebra.”

A groan echoes from the back. “Ugh, another lesson, Teach? When are we ever gonna get free time?”

The murmurs quickly grow louder.

“Yeah! Ushiwaka’s right!”

“When are we getting a break?”

“You’re our favorite teacher! Can’t you give us just a little free time, please?”

You glance around the room. They look exhausted. You’ve been pushing them pretty hard lately—and maybe they deserve a moment to breathe.

You sigh, letting a small smile show. “Alright, fine. Close your textbooks. Take your free time.”

Cheers erupt as you shut your teacher’s book and pull out your phone, giving them a rare break they won’t forget.

Just as you’re scrolling through your phone, enjoying the rare moment of peace, a student raises their hand with a mischievous grin.

“Hey, sir, do you have any stories to tell?”

You glance up lazily. “No. Just spend your free time.”

The same student leans forward on their desk, not giving up. “What about relationships?”

You shoot them a flat look. “No.”

A chorus of whines follows. “Oh, come on!!! At least spill some tea!”

Another student jumps in with a sly smirk. “I heard you and Miss Karina are dating?”

Your head snaps up. “Huh?! Who told you that— I mean, what? Stop making stories.” You quickly look back down at your phone, but the tips of your ears betray you, glowing a light shade of red.

The class erupts in laughter.

“Ah! He’s blushing! We got him, guys!” someone yells, pointing at you like they just uncovered a scandal.

You wave your hand dismissively, though your voice cracks a little in defense. “No! I said we are not dating! We’re just… good friends, that’s all.”

But your students only laugh louder, some mock-fanning themselves like they’re watching a drama unfold. You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of your lips gives you away

The class was buzzing with life during their free time. Some students were glued to their phones, others huddled in groups, laughing and chatting away. A few had gathered around your desk, still teasing you about love life rumors.

“Sir, I swear, if you just gave me a little advice, maybe I wouldn’t be single anymore.”

You chuckled, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe if you did your math homework, someone would notice you.”

Laughter erupted around you as you offered teasing advice and dodged more questions about your supposed “relationship” with Miss Karina, the stunning homeroom teacher from the class next door. You were doing a decent job keeping things light—until a knock at the door froze the room.

Everyone looked toward the door. And there she was—Karina.

She stood there with a mischievous grin, her beauty stealing the attention of the whole classroom. Her tone was sweet, almost playful.

“Hey, Sir Y/N… may I excuse you for a moment?”

A few students in the back immediately lit up, exchanging glances and muffling their gasps.

You stood up quickly, trying to keep your cool. “Y-Yeah. Sure.” You stepped outside, closing the door behind you.

But of course, some students didn’t stay in their seats. They crowded by the door, shamelessly eavesdropping.

“Yes, love?” you asked her softly.

Karina stepped a little closer, her eyes gleaming. “Are we still eating dinner later, baby?”

You smiled, gently resting your hand on her shoulder, then cupping her cheek. “Of course Baby. Why’d you ask?”

She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curling upward. “Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”

Then, without hesitation, she tiptoed and kissed you on the lips.

Behind the door, the silence shattered.

Screams and gasps burst out from inside the classroom.

You walked back in, trying to act unbothered—but it was too late.

“THOUGHT SO!”

“SIR, YOU TWO ARE INDEED DATING!”

“OF COURSE, BABY!” mocking your earlier statement.

The room was full of chaos, laughter, and playful shoving as everyone surrounded your desk, nudging you like you were the main character in a romance drama.

You raised both hands, trying to calm the storm. “Alright, class. Quiet down.”

The noise slowly settled into giggles and whispers as the students took their seats again.

You cleared your throat. “Yes… we’re dating. But that doesn’t mean all of you need to announce it to the whole school, okay?”

A chorus of dramatic “Awwww”s followed.

“I must say, sir, you have really good taste. Miss Karina is so beautiful,” one girl said, twirling her pen with a dreamy sigh.

The rest of the class quietly nodded and echoed with soft “yeahs” of agreement.

Another student pointed at you with narrowed eyes and a teasing grin. “If you hurt her, we’ll purposely fail algebra.”

The class burst into laughter while you let out a fake dramatic gasp, holding a hand to your chest.

“Alright, alright—class dismissed,” you said, collecting your things. “But just so you know, tomorrow’s going to be twice the lesson.”

A wave of groans spread through the room.

“Maybe Miss Karina will change your mind about that!” someone called out.

“We’ll tell her later!”

Your eyes widened. “Don’t!” you shouted as you rushed out the door, pointing at them threateningly—but they only laughed louder.

After the 15-minute break between classes, the door opened again—this time, it was Miss Karina.

She walked in with her usual soft presence, her long coat brushing against her legs, a warm smile on her lips.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” she greeted.

“Miss Karina! Can we have free time today? Please?” one student blurted out with their hands clasped like they were praying.

She blinked, a little caught off guard. “Oh? Sure. I actually didn’t have anything planned today.”

The entire class erupted in cheers.

Karina chuckled, clearly amused, her heart warming at how happy your homeroom class looked.

As the noise settled, a student leaned forward and teased, “Miss Karina… why are you so kind to us? Is it because… we’re Sir Y/N’s homeroom class?”

The question hit her like a curveball. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“U-Uh… no! No, it’s not that!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her face. “Your class is just… lively as ever! So I can’t help but… project the same energy!”

The class exchanged sly glances, clearly not buying it, but enjoying every second of her reaction.

“A few students leaned closer to Miss Karina, their curiosity far from satisfied.

“So, Miss… why Sir Y/N?” one of them asked with a smirk. “Is it because of his attitude? You like strict guys or something?”

Karina blinked, clearly flustered. “Huh? What are you even talking about? We’re just good friends.”

That only fueled the fire.

“Good friends kiss each other on the lips?”

Her breath hitched. “Uhm… huh? How do you know that?!”

“Oh, come on! You were all lovey-dovey earlier in his class!” a student teased, puckering their lips dramatically. “You even pulled him outside just to give him a lil smooch!”

The class laughed as Karina covered her face with both hands, her cheeks burning red. She was clearly outnumbered—and completely powerless against their teasing.

“Maybe you like his physique? He has a hot body, right? Right?!” another student said, raising their eyebrows suggestively.

Karina froze, then blushed even harder.

“AH! IT’S TRUEEEEEEEE!” the class shouted in unison, some banging their desks while others fanned themselves.

“Okay! Enough!” she finally said, flustered but smiling as she tried to regain control. “Take out one half sheet of paper—we’re having a surprise quiz on chemical reactions.”

A wave of shocked gasps and groans filled the room.

“I’m kidding!” she laughed, raising both hands. “That’s one way to shut you all up, huh? But keep talking, and I will make it real.”

The class quieted immediately, still giggling.

Then one brave soul raised a hand.

“Uhm, Miss! Can we ask for a little favor?”

Karina gave them a suspicious look. “What is it?”

“Well… Sir Y/N’s been giving us a butt ton of activities lately. Could you maybe… talk to him? Maybe change his mind… a little?”

She scoffed playfully, rubbing her temple with a smile tugging at her lips. “Poor you,” she said, clearly amused. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

The class quietly celebrated their small victory—though they all knew it was never guaranteed with your tough love approach

As the school day came to a close and the sun dipped below the skyline, you stood outside Karina’s house, the sky tinged in soft amber. You pulled out your phone and sent her a quick message:

“Hey love, I’m outside.”

It didn’t take long before your screen lit up with her reply:

“Be right there!”

The door creaked open, and there she was—standing in the doorway wearing a semi-casual outfit, a soft sweater and skirt combo that made her look effortlessly elegant.

“You look beautiful as always, Miss Karina,” you teased, flashing a small grin.

She raised a brow, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not bad yourself, Sir Y/N.”

“Stop with the ‘sir,’” you muttered, pulling her into a hug.

She chuckled, snuggling into your chest. “You started it.”

You drove through the city, trading stories and soft laughter until you reached the cozy restaurant you’d both been meaning to try. Over dinner, after some light conversation, Karina looked at you with a mischievous smile.

“By the way,” she began, twirling her fork, “your students gave me a message to deliver.”

You looked up, suspicious but amused.

“They said… you’ve been giving them way too many activities. And they asked me to convince you to go easy.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

“They even used puppy eyes,” she added, trying to mimic their expressions.

You rolled your eyes, but your grin stayed. “Alright, I’ll consider it. For you.”

Later that night, the two of you walked along a quiet park trail, the city lights low behind you and the stars above beginning to peek through. Karina bought cotton candy from a nearby cart, tearing a piece and offering it to you as you both strolled hand in hand.

Eventually, you found a quiet bench and sat down. She leaned against you, head resting on your shoulder.

“Did you know,” she began, eyes on the sky, “that starlight we see now has traveled millions of years to reach us? Some of those stars might not even exist anymore.”

You looked up, nodding slowly—though the science was far beyond what you could process right now.

“I don’t really get it,” you admitted, pulling her closer, “but it sounds beautiful.”

She smiled, and you gently wrapped your arm around her, your hand finding its way into her hair, caressing it softly.

You held her tighter and whispered with sincerity that reached deeper than any lesson you’d ever taught:

“I love you, Karina.”

She looked up at you, eyes shimmering like the stars above, and leaned in—wordlessly answering back with a kiss that said it all

“I love you more, Y/N”

Head cannons ( I love making them!!!)

Karina is the type of teacher to get peer pressured over giving grades and extra points, she’d rant to Y/N about it and Y/N would always scold her but will feel bad afterwards and gives her cuddles.

Y/N made a student cry once (gave too much homework.)

Y/N gives realistic advices while Karina gives practical one.

Y/N is very strict when giving grades, while Karina on the other hand isn’t, Karina would always scold Y/N for being so strict.

[rainebelowzero]

erg... may i request lame kurt who finds out his roomate is a nsfw influencer w/ a decent following, or him lowkey being a goon abt roomate!reader.. yea....

p.s., i always look forward to ur posts ur actually the goat!! if u have anons can i be 🦫 anon?

Kurt Kunkle x Male Streamer Reader

notes: Absolutely, you can be 🦫 anon, and thank you so much! I hope this is okay, I really wanted to finish it for Kurt's bday, so sorry if it's a little rushed😓

♡ Kurt being down bad, kinda solo? denial, exhibitionism, voyeurism (kind of), I switched between he/him and they/them for the reader I think ♡

Kurt was a simple man. He saw a hot dude who needed a roommate and he instantly jumped for it, since he had to move out of his mom's place. It was pretty convenient, and his roommate didn't mind being in his streams occasionally, so it was great for Kurt.

Kurt had a sneaking suspicion, though, that his roommate might have also been a streamer. He had a lot of recording equipment, and he often told Kurt not to go in his room during certain hours, so he figured he was just embarrassed about it. That didn't stop Kurt from imagining how many views they'd get if they collabed. He didn't even care what kind of content it was, he practically frothed at the idea of more people seeing him, to the point where he had wet dreams about it, even jerked off to it. He felt a little bad after, and it was hard to look his roommate in the eyes for a little bit.

Today was a slow day for Kurt. He went out, did Spree for a little bit, did a video taste testing a new food truck, streamed some, but then he got banned from Spree for a day because he was dodging the 8 hour limit by making a second account and he got caught. He decided to come back home, and had nothing to do.

He scrolled through Reddit for a little bit, posting an AITA about Spree because he was genuinely pissed about it, but no one agreed with him, so he quickly closed out the tab and decided to masturbate instead. None of his usual streamers were on, but his eyes widen, freezing as he sees a very familiar face.

It's his roommate, face completely uncovered as he rutted up into a fleshlight. Kurt's jaw was practically on the floor as he clicked on it, the chat going crazy. His eyes widen even more as he sees the view count. That alone turns him on. He was right, his roommate was a streamer, but this was even better than anything Kurt could've imagined.

The man was…so hot, and Kurt couldn't stop himself from slipping a hand underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. He grips his hardening length through his boxers, not even realizing that he's panting. He slowly drags his palm along his cock, not wanting to go too fast. Just the sight of that view count getting higher made him excited, and he didn't want to cum too fast.

He whines softly, squirming in his seat. He turns up the video a little bit, playing out loud. The man had a lot of faith in the thin walls. Kurt shudders, fully wrapping his warm hand around himself, feeling himself throb as the wet noises from his roommate grace his ears. His roommate slides the fleshlight up his cock, lube and cum mixing as it drips down the hard flesh and onto a towel below him.

Kurt slips his pants off, down around his angles as he gets comfortable again in his chair. He starts to stroke at a steady pace, but every so often has to slow down to stop himself from reaching that edge. His gaze switches from the actual video, to the chat, to the view count, over and over again. His mind wanders as he lifts his free hand to his mouth, biting down on his fist as he bucks his hips up a little, moaning into his fist. It does little to hide the noise, but he doesn't care.

His dick is throbbing, almost painfully hard as he fucks into his hand. He moans louder, desperately. He thinks of being in his roommate's position, all of those views, those people watching him. He drifts to thoughts of being with his roommate, having them fuck him while all those people send tips, encouraging it. He wants to be on display, be used for other people's pleasure. He didn't care if they never let him cum, forever pent up and desperate, as long as they were looking at him, watching him be played with.

He lets out a few gasps, sitting back in his chair as he full on fucks his fist, pre cum coating his fingers. His other hand is no longer near his mouth, tightly gripping the arm rest on his chair as he moans and whines, babbling out scattered pleads and begs. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just wants to keep feeling this good.

He whines loudly, drawing it out as he shoots his load against his shirt and hand. He rides it out as his hips slow to a stop, going limp in his chair. As his mind becomes less foggy, he notices that his roommate is no longer on camera, the only thing in frame being an empty room. He turns around as he catches his breath, before almost jumping when he sees his roommate standing in his doorway with wide eyes, only wearing shorts, and it's clear that they had seen the familiar broadcast on Kurt's computer screen over his shoulder.

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Jealous! Lovesick! Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 042 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ You really wanna do this?] ¡! ❞

Hunting had always been a dangerous job, but in your eyes? it's better than an average 9-5 job. You were never really the type to be locked in a simple place. You loved getting into gates just because they inspire you for your next creative projects— Minus the fact hat you have to help transport heavy mana crystals.

Better than nothing, it pays a lot and you get to spoil yourself with things you could only dream of as a child.

As the day comes into a close, your boss hands you your pay for the day and sends you off.

With the heavy envelope in your hands, you cheer happily and rush home where you can shower and dress properly

Despite the fact you're a weak hunter, you still can't help but dress prettily. You were sweating like a pig earlier, and now that you're clean and fresh you're wearing a frilly dress and a cardigan over your shoulders.

After making sure you're looking okay, it's off to the outside world you go.

Your childhood teddy bear made a comeback and you decided you wanted to buy the new big size for it.

The streets of seoul were so alive and crowded, but thankfully the air was extremely refreshing.

When the store finally came into view, you immediately jumped in excitement and dashed inside to where the shelf of the teddy bear was.

The yellow bear was given bigger sizes, and the one you picked is almost as big as your upper torso.

Are you complaining? No of course not! The reason why you worked so hard today is because you wanted this bear specifically.

After fangirling for a bit, you clear your throat and make your way to the cashier where the lady smiles at you politely and scanned the code.

Before you can even reach for your wallet to pay— A hand behind you shot up and offered the cashier a black card.

"I'll pay for the bear," The familiar, handsome voice says. "Please."

"Jinwoo!" You squeak, turning your head to see Jinwoo's familiar face who just threw you a charming smile.

"I told you that if you wanted something, just text me." Jinwoo says, ignoring the cashier who was clearly trembling and out of her wits as Jinwoo tapped his card on the scanner. "Is that so hard to obey, hm?"

"...How did you even find me" You pout.

"You wont shut up about the doll last night and I just so happen to know there's a plushie store nearby your apartment." Jinwoo ruffles your head, just as he always did ever since you two were little. "Come on, quit being a pouty little thing and walk with me"

Jinwoo takes your heavy plushie in his arm, taking your wrist with the other and guided you out of the store.

"H-hey, where are we even going?" You whine, but ultimately just gave in and followed behind Jinwoo.

The two of you walked for a while and eventually reached a relatively peaceful park.

Jinwoo starts chatting you up, asking about your day and how work went. And in turn, he told you about how boring his day is.

Yeah, must be nice to be a powerful hunter now, huh? Everything is relatively nboring for Jinwoo now because it's just so easy now.

"Stay here, I'll get us something to drink." Jinwoo says, handing the plushie to you.

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Jinwoo went to a nearby cornerstore, slightly humming to himself as he starts picking up a few snacks and drinks.

His mind was stuck on you, he is supposed to be doing something productive for today. But after Jinho heard that he was craving to visit you, the boy's face beamed immediately and pushed Jinwoo out of the ahjin guild— Practically kicking out of the building he owns himself and be off.

What was going on in Jinho's head at the time? He can never really know.

But he is thankful anyway, he had always been quite fond of you. Jinwoo has long since had a crush on you, but never once tried to court you. You two grew up together after all.

You probably think of him as your older brother figure.

While him?

Oh Darling,...

When he's with you, the grey skies would turn blue and brilliant. The air would feel even more fresh and lovely. Everything around you would suddenly be seen through rose-colored lenses.

Just as long as you were there, everything was beautiful.

He wanted to give you the world, he wanted to protect you, only him.

You were Jinwoo's salvation.

So long as you are there for him, he'll always come out as the strongest.

Everything is much bearable as long as he knows he would come back to earth greeted by your lovely smile and affections.

Jinwoo wanted nothing more than to protect your precious smile, make sure that tears won't ever threaten to touch that lovely and pretty smile of yours.

What is it that you want? Just tell him and it shall be yours.

Why would you be denied of your own happiness anyway? As long as he is there, you'll never be unhappy. You wont ever be sad.

He will make sure of that.

"..."

Jinwoo pauses in his tracks towards you, his grey eyes turning lilac immediately as he sees you chatting up another man.

He saw that person before in the eyes of his soldiers whom he placed in you. He was one of your colleagues who is acting a little too close with you sometimes.

That bastard is always hovering around you and was icking Jinwoo as of late.

And to dare even appear now when he is having his alone time with you?

Jinwoo's gaze hardened even more when the bastard tried reaching his hand up towards your face.

"Hey," Jinwoo's voice interrupts, immediately startling both you and the man into stopping what he was doing.

He fakes a polite smile, approaching with confident strides, "Ah, a coworker?"

"Mhm, he was passing by and decdied to greet me!" You cheer happily, failing to notice the ever slightly flicker of lilac in Jinwoo's grey eyes.

"Is that so?" Jinwoo hums, giving you the snacks and drink he bought you before reaching his hand up to offer it to the man. "I'm Jinwoo, her friend."

"J-Jinwoo?" The man paled as he shakily accepted his offerm and winced lightly when he felt Jinwoo's tight grip. "U-uhm..."

It was only a small squeeze, really, not enough to break his finger. No, not just yet.

Jinwoo's grey eyes would flicker into a different color, not that you can see so he isn't too worried. He was directly gazing at the man, his stare direct and straightforward.

It was a silent statement to back off.

A silent exchange between men, really.

That should be enough, right?

Jinwoo lets go of his hand and the bastard excuses himself, saying he needs to help his mom back home.

"You were smiling at him," Jinwoo says once the person was far away, his grey eyes coming back as it gazes upon your shorter stature beside him.

"Should I be grumpy then?"

"Pfft," He rolls his eyes, tapping on your nose lightly. "And what if I wanted you to?"

"Hahah, knock it off!" You lightly smack his hand away, making Jinwoo just shake his head in return.

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Jinwoo thought he already warned the bastard enough, wasn't that handshake enough?

he was just checking in on you really, when his shadows picked up the distant conversation of your coworkers saying that the same man should just start making a move on you.

He hasn't been hiding that foolish lovestruck look on his face after all.

Why waste any more time.

"Hahah..." The bastard sheepishly chuckles, scratching his cheek. "I'll ask her out in a bit"

A pit in Jinwoo's stomach dropped, and it wasn't a pleasant one. He was never the jealous type of person anymore after all. After becoming the shadow monarch and getting whatever he desired back then, he stopped yearning for unnecessary thing in exception for you whom he has been pining for forever.

Unlike his little jealousy back then, right now it's as blazing as the fires of hell. He was mad.

It's an unpleasant thing he is feeling.

That man? Really?

What can he do for you?

Fuck around and all?

He doesn't even look like he is willing to move mountains for you.

And if a monster suddenly appears what then? Will that vastard throw himself head first to guarantee your safety?

Can he ever even spoil you?

Will he stay loyal and never break your heart?

Will he never dare to look at another woman once he's yours?

Will he ever make sure you never cry?

It's making Jinwoo's head spin.

And before the bastard can even get your attention— He disappeared.

"..." Jinwoo's eyes would turn purple again, tapping his finger on his throne's arm as the man appeared before he completely startled.

"Wasn't my warning enough?"

"Hunter Sung?" The man trembles, collpasing on the floor as Jinwoo suddenly rose from his seating and approached. "Wait! I-I can explain!!"

"Explain what?" He snarled, his gaze completely cold and ruthless. "That you just attempted to make a move on my girl behind my back? I already shook your hand, wasn't that enough?"

"Please!" He begs, completely scared and about to piss himslef as Jinwoo wrapped his hand around his neck and lifted him up. "Hunter Sung, please!"

"I could kill you right now," Jinwoo tilts his head a bit, his blank look completely deranged. "Or maybe lock you up here in the land of eternal death, torture you, break your your mind, tear you limb by limb and put you back together,... Do you think I can't do any of this?"

"I-I'll stay away!" He cries out, "I-I have a family, my mom!..."

Jinwoo drops him, wiping his hand with a handkerchief as the bastard gasps for air.

"I-I wont touch her! N-no, I'll resign and find another job!" He begs. "Please, please don—"

"No need." Jinwoo scoffs. "Getting jobs these days is hard. If your mom needs you then keep the job,"

"But!—"

"Do you want me to change my mind?"

"No sir!"

Jinwoo gritted his teeth, if it weren;t for the fact this guy had his mom he would have kept him here. Instead, he just waved his hand and the bastard disappeared right before him.

He pace back and forth on the throne room for a while, taking a breather, trying to calm down. Nibbling on his nail even as he just felt so restless and pissed with no way of calming down.

Calming down?

Jinwoo fishes out his phone, it's 6:30 and you probably have clocked out by now.

He gets out of his domain and waited for you in the usual spot he wait in when you finish your shift.

"Jinwoo!" The sound of your voice echoes in his mind when you called out to him. "How come you're here?"

"I was bored" He lies, simply grinning. "Come."

"But I'm sweaty and icky!" You complain.

"Just for a bit, yeah?" He insists, and you in turn only pout.

"Alright, what is it?" You cross your arms.

"Free tomorrow?" He simply says.

"Well, yeah, I don't have a shift" You say. "how come?"

"I'm asking you out, duh" Jinwoo chuckles.

There was silence at first as you tried processing his words.

"Are you serious?" You blurt out, your face turning completely pink.

"Have I ever lied to you, hm?" He muses, leaning down to meet you at eye level.

"N-No, but... I mean..." You fidget, playing with your fingers. "You're an S-ranker.. And I'm... Well."

"I'm Jinwoo, jagiya" He simply says, making you look up at him.

And in those grey eyes is a tender and loving gaze, in those eyes you see that he is silently asking you to not look at him as the most sought after hunter. Not the most powerful man ever to live, not the man who turned his situation from helpless to this, not the man who was always mocked and now basks in the spotlight of fame and wealth— He was asking you to see him as a man who is courting you.

"Yes, you're..." You smile softly and leaned up with your tippy-toes, kissing his cheek gently. "My Jinwoo."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: When I tell you Ilove my monarch so much you don't understand. Jagiya can mean either= Honey or Baby heheh. I love him so much pls I wanna cri. Let me kiss him silly. And btw I'm no longer making the moodboard things because they're tiring and I don't wanna run out of photos to use! I hope u understand ueueueu!!! The Jinwoo cai requests will be up tomorrow that is a promise ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[mymegrokosmos]

hiii! can i pls request one where reader surprises mingyu on tour? i love your works so much, thank you for all the effort that you put in!! <3

i love this big giant puppy he's such a sweetheart. i hope this came out okay anon sorry for the billion year wait. it's a little short but maybe i'll write a follow up at some point when my brain is working again.

It’s early, or late depending on what timezone you consider, when you drag yourself to the airport. You text Scoups as you check in, updating him on the eta. It’s taken you a lot of coordinating and evading. Their managers and at least three other members are in on this. The hardest part hasn’t even been keeping it from your boyfriend, it’s been not slipping up where Hoshi can hear. You love Soonyoung dearly but the man cannot keep a secret.

You’re practically vibrating by the time you step onto the plane. It’s been months of so many little details you had to get just right and so many last minute changes. You nearly said to hell with it and just ruined the surprise too many times but you know it’s going to be worth it when you see the surprise on his face.

The flight isn’t long, not by the long haul standards you’ve gotten used to since you started dating a member of seventeen, but it feels like it takes forever and then suddenly time speeds up and everything is going at double time. You text Cheol again to let him know you’ve landed, sending your message to Shua and Hannie too just in case. You’ve got a little group chat now from all of the coordinating this has taken. The three eldest members, Jihoon and Minghao have been instrumental in getting this all into place.

As the car pulls up to the outer gate where you wait in the pickup zone you smile at their manager. He didn’t have to come himself but he assures you it’s fine, the boys are all at rehearsal and in good hands he’s not rushed. The conversation feels easy as you head towards the hotel first to drop your things and it settles your nerves a bit, this small piece of normalcy.

That’s when the plans change. They were supposed to have a short rehearsal today and then come back to the hotel before the show for a quick break of a few hours. Time to grab some food, showers and a nap. Practice runs long and they’re not going to have time to make it back so there goes surprising your boyfriend in his hotel room. You were ready for something to go wrong though and so you came prepared.

It’s okay, you’ll pivot. And you do.

It still doesn’t feel real when you get your pass and follow along with the staff backstage. You can’t believe the day is finally here. It feels like you must still be at home in your bed, asleep and dreaming this whole thing. Until you catch the barest glimpse of him. Of all of them. They’re just running off to get in place for the lift that will propel them up on stage.

Hao catches your eye over your boyfriends’s shoulder and he can’t wave for giving you away but his smile tells you this is real. It’s almost time. You’re here. You grin back and then they’re gone.

He doesn’t spot you until the end of their set. He’s just, finally, stepped behind the set after what you think was aju nice number fifteen when you lock eyes and his smile turns into an oh. HIs fangs pop out as the surprise melts into a grin even bigger than he gave the fans screaming the encore and his name and then he’s running. As soon as the stage closes after the last member, Soonyoung getting dragged along tonight, he’s bounding towards you.

It doesn’t take long with those long legs of his he eats up space like it’s nothing. You barely have time to squeak before you’re lifted into his arms, spun around and set back on your feet with his forehead now pressed to yours.

“Gyu!” You’re laughing even as you swat at one bicep. “You’re all sweaty babe.”

He whines but doesn’t let you go, pouting at you as he pulls you even closer instead. “I can’t believe you’re here. What are you doing here? How did you plan this?”

You smile, hands coming up to cup his face and brush the floppy brown hair back out of his face. He leans into your touch and you vaguely register the other members being herded past you by a monotone Minghao who is having none of their nosyness.

“I had a lot of help.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything else. He’s already sweeping you further backstage, lips pressed to yours to swallow your sounds of surprise.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Mingyu.”

“Yah!”

You grin against his lips, smiling up at him as he carries you towards their green room. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hand on your back flexes slightly. You lean up to nuzzle your nose against his.

“I’m only teasing baby. I love you, you know that.”

He nods, eyes closing as he just holds you for a minute and you rest your hand against his chest to feel the way his heart beat jumps under your palm. He swallows and when he opens his eyes again they’re somehow even softer than before.

“Next time I’m taking you on tour with me. I don’t care what we have to do to make it happen. If I have to bribe your boss. I’m making it happen.”

You just shake your head and press a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll figure something out.”

He nods and before he can say anything else the door down the hall flies open and Soonyoung’s head pokes out around the frame.

“Are you two coming to dinner or are we leaving y/n to get you home from here?”

Mingyu sighs, forehead dropping to rest against your chest. “I’m going to kill him.”

You run your fingers through his hair. As well as you can with the styling products and sweat slicking it together at least.

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not.”

You glance at your mutual friend over his shoulder. “We’ll meet you at the hotel. I expect hugs and all your best tour stories tomorrow. I’ll bring the soju.”

Soonyoung salutes and then you’re alone again. “Room service and cuddles?”

Mingyu nods. “Mm, sounds perfect. WIll you rub my shoulders for me too? The right one’s been acting up again.”

“Yah, Kim Mingyu stop overworking yourself. Hot bath and a massage just for you when we get back. Now put me down so we can get a car before the others decide to kidnap us for dinner anyway.”

And just like that his hand is in yours, tugging you along as he yells for their manager while you laugh and try your best to keep up.

[hufflezki]

summary: when your dog introduced you to your new next door neighbor, you hadn't known just how much you'd be adoring him months later.

-> neighbor!sirius black x gn!reader, fluff, boy next door trope, your dog's name is lady (you can't even tell its a reference from a movie, i swear), word count: 1,308

About two months ago, you came back home from work, and got introduced to your new next door neighbor. It hadn’t been a while since your previous one moved out, but it was still quite exciting to see a fresh new face in your apartment building.

You had turned your key, opening your door, when Lady, your dog, had suddenly bolted out. Now, she’s never done that until then. She does get intense zoomies every morning, and whenever she greets you. But she has never been the one to rush outside when you open the door.

In a panic, you turned, preparing to chase her, when you saw her trying to jump into a stranger’s arms—who, if you may say so, was very pretty. He was tall, had long black curls, a smooth and charming voice as he knelt down to coo at your dog. And you couldn’t help but notice the rings that adorned his hands.

But that’s all you could allow yourself to admire before remembering that a stranger was carrying your dog, And you can’t let that be, no matter how attractive he is.

“Excuse me.” You said, his grey eyes looked up at you immediately, and you swore you felt your knees wobble. “I’m sorry, but that’s my dog.” You glanced at Lady, who seemed to be enjoying the way she’s being coddled by the lovely stranger. The betrayal.

Eventually, he apologized but later on introduced himself as Sirius. You learned that he’s going to be residing in the apartment next to you. And he couldn’t have been more sweet and charming.

From then on, your days have gotten a bit more interesting. Whenever you went out with Lady, to go for a walk or to have her accompany you while you’re grocery shopping, she would always stop by Sirius’ door and whine—her way of letting him know about her presence—before he would open the door and greet her. You would always end up chatting with each other then, as Lady kept you both company.

You learned quite a lot about Sirius. But what surprised you the most, is that he actually used to foster Lady’s mother and her puppies, alongside his friends. Which explains why your dog seems so very keen on him.

It's a small world, you thought. Lily, one of your work friends, had given you Lady as a gift before you moved into your apartment. And, apparently, she’s also one of Sirius’ good friends. Now you’re wondering, if you hadn’t agreed to adopting Lady, would you even be talking to Sirius now?

Today you woke up to the feeling of Lady pawing at your arm. You open your eyes and you’re immediately greeted by the harsh rays of the sun. You curse yourself for forgetting to set an alarm, as you check your clock by your bedside to see that it's already nine in the morning. It's a good thing today's weekend.

You sit up and Lady immediately jumps on your bed, licking your hand. Which is probably her saying she wants food, but you like to think she’s giving you good morning kisses too.

After a minute of letting your mind process that you have woken up, you stand up and make your way to the kitchen. You feed Lady her breakfast first, then proceed to make yourself one.

Having Lady for almost a year has its perks. She’s a very smart girl and you easily trained her to help you with closing and opening drawers in the kitchen. Although, sometimes, she does use it to her own expense—like opening the bottom drawer where you store her treats.

A couple of minutes later, you step out of your shower. Lady is patiently waiting for you by the other side of the curtain, when you hear a knock on your door. She perks up by the sound of it, and runs out. You follow her, changing into your clothes quickly. and just as you’re about to take a look at the peephole—You hear Sirius’ voice. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I have something for you.” He says, you share a curious look with Lady, before opening the door slightly.

You peek behind your door, head popping out which seems to amuse Sirius. He smiles at you and raises the small paper bag he’s holding. “There you are, love. My band had a late gig last night. And I stopped by a bake shop early this morning when I remembered you were craving this.” He extends it out to you, sure and all, proud of his own efforts. You can’t help but return his smile, grabbing the paper bag. It smells strongly of cinnamon, and the bottom of the bag still feels a little warm, much like your cheeks at the moment. “Thank you, do you want to come in?” You step back, opening the door wider, which Lady seems to take as an opportunity to start demanding Sirius of her own sweet treat.

“Alright, sweet girl, I have something for you as well.” Sirius steps inside and you close the door behind him. As he brings Lady with him to your couch, you take a look inside the bag to see two cinnamon rolls.

You remember walking at the dog park with Sirius the other day. Lady was really eager to have him come—to which he agreed almost immediately—and you ended up on the topic of desserts. You mentioned loving the cinnamon rolls your mother used to bake for you. Then you realized you haven’t had one in a while, and ended with the conclusion that you wanted some. But you didn’t expect for Sirius to take note of that and actually buy you some. Still, it's very sweet of him. If he’s trying to win you, then you might just consider his propaganda worth falling for.

“Are you doing something later in the evening?” Sirius is halfway out the door when he turns around to ask you. You shake your head at his question, then he leans on your doorway. “I was thinking..” He mumbles, obviously stalling, it's his way of stealing more of your time. You weren't aware of it at first, but when you did notice, it started happening more often. And it never fails to amuse you.

“Can I take you out to dinner later?” He asks.

“Sure, should I dress up?” It's not the first time Sirius has invited you to go out with him. You’re both a frequent customer at the diner nearby, and that says a lot about how much time you spend with each other. “You can wear anything you want. I don't mind.” Sirius steps closer to you. “I do want you to know that it's going to be a date. So if you want to change your mind, that’s totally fine.”

You're taken back, but you’re not at all changing your mind. There’s nothing about Sirius that would make you think so. “I’m not changing my mind, Sirius, I want to go to dinner with you.” You hold his hands, smiling at him reassuringly. Lady sits in between you both, sensing the cheery atmosphere. And perhaps offering her silent support.

“You’re sure? That’s final?” You nod your head, and he seems genuinely happy that it makes your ache, in a good way.

“I’ll be back later, to pick you up.”

“Wait, I really should dress up nice then.”

“I don't think that’ll be necessary, love. You look good in anything.” You roll your eyes at him, fondly, before slowly pushing him out of your doorway. “I'm telling the truth! Wear what you want, I can fight.” He adds.

“You're not helping at all.” You fight back a grin. He's going to be the death of you, truthfully.

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[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

✿✿✿

As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02 @nousija @kanamethekasugaicrow

hope you enjoyed! follow for more! -des

[jajasmiinee]

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bf!matt sturniolo

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warnings: fluff, kisses, swearing, cringe, little bit of dirty talk haha

y/n

matt

chris

nick

english is not my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

enjoyyy!

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bf!matt - would be very touchy with you

you're filming a deaf, mute or blind with the triplets. you're mute chris's blind, nick's deaf and your boyfriend, matt's also blind. you're now mixing the batter because chris and nick is arguing at the back. while matt is searching for you. you gasp a little when you felt matt's hands wrape around your waist. "ohh here you are lovee!" matt giggled. you slap matt hands when he began to caresses your thigh, you don't want the fans to get crazy about it. making him pout.

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bf!matt - shower you with kisses, even in public

you and matt are at the store. just filming a short vlog for matt's own youtube. when you're talking to the camera, matt wouldn't stop kissing your head. "mfh.. matt, stoppp" you chuckles "no" matt kisses you passionately. well, you doesn't really mind if matt wants to kiss you there, but at least alone, not in the store. especially now you're filming.

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bf!matt - would post you everytime he wanted to

you're at LA right now while matt including his brothers are in Boston. You need to get some work done so you didn't follow them, to your surprised. when you were about to go to sleep, matt has mentioned you in his story. a picture of you smiling so brightly while holding a white cat with a caption ‘missing her ❤️ @y/nacc’ "aawh" you said "how sweet!"

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bf!matt - wouldn't let you wear such a thing

you're going to a party alone. you wear a short red dress. you think that dress were really pretty, well, matt thought otherwise "where you think you're going, kid?" matt leans against the door, crossing his arm with a raised eyebrow. "i already told you, i'm going to the party" you reply "with THAT dress?" you look at your dress "is there something wrong?" you were confused, matt doesn't usually ask about what she wore "that dress is too short sweetheart. do you want to seduce someone at the party?" matt ask "noo?" you scoff "why do you care so much?" "why do i care so much? girl change your clothe fuck that dress wears something else okay? i don't want other man to see you in that!" matt took your hands to the wardrobe "ugh fineee!" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - would invite you to almost all the video

"guys, y/n is coming today" matt said to nick and chris "whattt? agaiiinnnn?" chris replied "why? do you hate her or something?" matt raised an eyebrow "no, it's just that she almost in all our video. but it's not that i hate her. i loveeee it when she's with us!" chris chuckles "i know right. i love her humor" said nick

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bf!matt - would always satisfied your cravings

it's now 3 am and you, matt at the living room just chilling. when there's suddenly you came across a buldak mukbang. making you hungry. you make an eye contact with matt, you did the cutest eyes ever to tell him that you wanted something "ah.. what do you want baby?" matt ask, smiling "can i have buldak ramen pleaseee?" you whine "of course. anything for you" matt got up and pick up his keys, ready to go to the store

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bf!matt - who would ban or block any people that's rude to you on the internet

matt are streaming with you while nick and chris are sleeping. while you were talking to the camera, matt notices a chat saying ‘gosh, y/n is so annoying’ matt took a glance at your face before saying "fuck you. bye bitch" banning the person permanently from the stream "hm? fuck who, baby?" you ask in confusion "nothing sweetheart. the only one i fuck is you" matt replied with a wicked grin "shut up" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - who's turned on when you wear his clothes

you came out of the shower while matt is playing fortnite. you go tap matt shoulder to tell him that you're done. "matt, i'm done" you said "ye- oh" matt eyes were glued onto your body. you wore his black hoodie with his boxers "maaattt?" you wave infront of matt, seeing him lost in his mind making your confused "uh yea?" matt finally back into reality "go to the shower" you smiles "y'know what.. i have something else to do.." matt smirk before lifting you up, throw you onto the bed "matt!" you chuckles "yes?" matt pins you down

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bf!matt - who would lend his shoulder to cry on

"hiks hiks.." loud sobs eco the room "there, there .." matt rub your back softly "w-why did they do that..?" you hugged matt tightly "i told you.. they're a bad friends. see why now?" matt caresses your hair "y-you're right.." "now.. cry all your want okay? i'm always here" matt kisses your cheeks

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bf!matt - who will buy your favorites flowers everytime

"what's you favorite flower?" matt ask "tulips. pink tulips. why?" you look into matt blue eyes "nothing" and since then, everytime you felt sad or happy or angry or anytime. he would bring pink tulips and when you ask him. he replied with "just because. i'm your boyfriend"

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bf!matt - he always knew when you're having a panick attack

you're filming a vlog with the triplets. you sat beside matt at the restaurant. while nick are talking to the camera, your eyes lingering around. your breath shortened, your heartbeat getting faster, your hands shaking. hoping that one of them notices your sudden movement and thankfully, matt does "shh.. shh.." matt took your hands and caresses them "breath in.. and out.. repeat" matt helps you with your breathing, he knew that the breathing technique really helps you out "thanks sweetheart" you hugged him "always for you"

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late post

[4ranghaes]

SONG FIC SUNGHO PLEASE…

- your new anon ☁️ (ilysungho! but ill go by the emoji cuz it’s easier)

saw your post with all your upcoming works and ran SPRINTED to anon msg so fast

song fic!💋

now playing… she’s a baby by zico

park sungho x reader [fluff, fem!reader - she/her pronouns used]

a/n - ahhhh hello my luv!!!!! i’m so sorry this took so long to get round to especially since i LOVE your blog, you ALWAYS deliver😚 hope you enjoy! (also i simply decided to pretend the last lyric doesnt exist cause i wanted fluff)

15:36 - “come on,” sungho smiled, shaking you awake in the back of the taxi, “y/n? we’re home. let’s get upstairs so you can sleep properly.”

you whined, stretching out your body and mumbling an apology to the driver before getting out after sungho. your boyfriend slung his own bag as well as yours over his shoulder before offering his hand to you. you yawned, wrapping your hand around his finger as if instinctual (though, it was at this point - sungho had been persuading you to hold his hand like this for so long and in your sleepy state, you forgot you didn’t have to). he pursed his lips for a moment in order to not explode at your cuteness, glancing up at the sky, before heading inside the apartment building.

“come on, sleepyhead,” he smiled, your body quickly following along behind him. once in the elevator, sungho sighed in satisfaction, pulling you into his body. you were so often the one planning, carrying out errands, and running around for friends and family; sungho had practically made it his mission when you first met to be the one person in your life who would give you a break. before he knew it, the change had already happened in front of his eyes.

entering the dorm building, you waved a sleepy greeting to the boys sat around, sungho paying them no mind as he beckoned you into his bedroom.

“come on, little love,” he said, his voice smooth as he instructed you to undress quickly, grabbing the pyjamas he’d bought after he saw you looking at them in a shop the other day, “you wanna wear these?”

“are they mine?!” you gasped, sungho nodding with a smile as he kissed your forehead.

“if you want them?”

“of course i do!” you giggled, quickly getting changed and getting under sungho’s sheets, the man tidying up the clothes just taken off and the various bags collected from your date today.

he walked to the bedside, ready to chat for a while as you liked to do before sleeping; only to find you lightly snoring against the pillow.

sungho smiled, pulling the duvet up around your body before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head, “sleep well, baby.” he walked out the room, closing the door with a light click.

“hyung! come—”

“shh!” sungho exclaimed quickly, finger to his lips as he glared at woonhak stood outside his bedroom door, having just exited the bathroom. he grabbed his arm, dragging him to the living room where the other members were spread around, “y/n has just fallen asleep, okay?! leave her.”

woonhak suppressed a laugh, surrendering innocently, “sorry, hyung. didn’t realise we had a sleeping baby in the house.”

sungho sighed, rolling his eyes as he joined the boys in their game of fifa, “shut up. she’s special to me, okay? just let her sleep.”

extra? ->

16:56 - “oh?” riwoo laughed, watching you appear from sungho’s bedroom, “someone’s awake.”

you giggled, continuing to rub the sleep from your eyes as you waved. looking around the room, only riwoo, leehan and sungho remained, playing diligently. you caught sungho’s eye and he smiled, almost proudly, as you laughed.

wordlessly, you left the doorway and sunk onto the floor beside him, his arms opening up to invite you into his warm body.

“sleep well?”

you nodded into his chest, arms linked around his waist as he chuckled, rubbing your arm as he pressed a kiss to your head, “good. my baby.”

[jaxxsoxxn]

>> ELIMF SAYS HORN IT UP [gn!reader x elimf x odxny]

elimf uses he/him pronouns (bc im pretty sure he's referred to himself as a guy? but that's about all the reasoning), uses they/them for everyone else.

Probably ooc, im still figuring everyone out ;;

smth silly <3 I take requests if this barely existing fandom is alive

lowkey horny elimf for the duo, even if he doesn't realize it for the most part.

tw. drinking; irresponsible drinking especially; kind of dissociation but depends on how u look at it; elimf is technically having a bad fcking day even if it's not stated clearly.

im writing it at, like, 1am n i might not notice most of the uhhh writing errors.

___

El didn't smoke that much lately, but he was sipping lazily a beer while using only one hand to write back in the chatroom. He wasn't sure which beer was it, but he was pretty buzzed at this point.

"Elimf" looked at the words passing his screen with a small smirk. Thrim, bless them, gave them a year of peace. As they learned more and more, they finally decided to try to find them and ask them to join something a bit more like a social groupchat, still hidden from curious eyes if or when they wanted to brag about their possible hacks.

If you'd ask him before thrim, if he'd chat with incri or even wnpep out of his own will for simple fun after they're done, he'd laugh. Now here he was, sending a meme of a staring hamster after pep made the mistake of saying something vaguely sexual.

All he gets is the staring emoji.

He sits back in his chair, a low sound leaving it with the move, almost like a whine. After a few slow blinks and a deep sigh, he finally looks back at the screen.

thrim: lmao stare off, you got this elimf

He should go to sleep.

He should leave the chatting for later today, the clock on his laptop showing 2 AM.

Instead, he slides into thrim's dms, one simple message being sent before he closes his eyes and takes another sip.

He wishes he'd have something heavier to drink.

elimf: wanna have a drink with me?

thrim is writing...

It only takes one more sip for the bottle to be empty and, thus, useless. He hovers with his mouse on the text, asking himself if he'll delete the message, will thrim have enough brain in their head to not mention it. He's too late in the end.

thrim: I'd be down, as long as you're aware that od will be there somewhere in the back thrim: I mean, they'll probably hear us thrim: Just wanted you to know thrim: and also had to ask them if they're okay with it beforehand, so that's why it took a while for me to respond thrim: in case you were wondering

Talk about not carrying about double- or, well, quintuple texting. If that's a thing. If not, trust thrim to be the one to come up with it.

He calls without answering the texts, his finger slipping once while trying to do so. Maybe he's drunker than he thought he was. He doesn't disconnect.

"Hi there, elimf!"

The way their voice goes softer, slower around his "name" makes him chuckle. They were obviously trying their best at sounding it out. The idea of them trying it out beforehand made him a little heated.

"Just L's fine." he states, noting a green smudge in their background. "How's ya, thrim?"

He wants to stay silent and just watch them as time passes, he wants to reach for them and pull- their hair, their skin, the hoodie that's obviously not theirs, anything.

He tries to take another sip and grimaces when the empty bottle lightly hits his teeth, too light without any liquid. Furthermore, he lets it fall, ignoring the breaking glass as he reaches for another. Thrim doesn't seem to be good at following in his footsteps.

"You're alright?" they have a slight accent, something so soft that it's barely there. "Did the bottle break?"

There's music in his headphones. He doesn't remember when it was turned on, he cannot remember if it was playing before he called.

"Ya didn't answer me." he says it almost childishly, a stupid grin on his face. The green smudge in the back becomes more visible, the person stopping in their tracks.

"I'm alright, would be better if I'd know if you're good too."

He's staring, probably. He lets himself look down at the new bottle in his hand, before popping the top off with his teeth. As he does so, thrim holds a shot glass, already filled. The green wearing person has a fox mask on that looks like their emojis. They also have a shot glass in one hand and their other hand is patting thrim's shoulder.

He knows it's Od, he knows it so well it hurts, but all he can do is think about how much he wished it wouldn't be odxny themselves. How much easier would being jealous be if he wouldn't know them.

How much easier knowing who he was jealous of would be, too.

"Ya'r drinkin' with us, oddy? What a blessin'" his accent is getting the best of him, he should try to fight it a bit more.

He gets a delicate chuckle back, the mask lowering itself with their face, as Od shakes their head lightly at that. He wants to tear it off, he wants it to be an actual part of him.

He feels unreal, his mind is getting sharp even if his vision seems to be worse - there's an ache in his chest, almost like he's smoked too much-

"L? We're drinking or what?"

With the other voice joining in, he finally remembers to breath. He really shouldn't drink another.

"Of course, unless ya'r already chickenin' out." he slightly grimaces at those words, a pained laugh leaving his throat. "That was a bit too incy for me."

Wnpep would've tried to scold him, Incri would've thrown a fit - but the two just laugh with him, odxny lighter than thrim, but still easy to be heard.

As they raise their glasses, the masked one whispers something to thrim before downing their own. Thrim, stars above, Thrim puts their mouth around the rim of the glass and raise their head, letting their whole neck show and their Adam's apple show off its movement. Two swallows is all it takes, before they whip their head back and lay the glass back down.

He wants to scream, the bottle stopped halfway to his mouth, his other hand's nails biting into the skin on his left thigh.

Thrim outright laughs, their eyes squinted and their hair becoming even messier. Od rests their head in the place where the shoulder and the neck connect, an obvious smirk on their lips as they shake lightly with their own laughter.

He's bright red - he realizes, while blinking owlishly.

"You did this on purpose."

Thrim smirks at him, leaning back lightly. A tiny change, yet still a change. Whatever was the trap they laid down, he walked right into it.

"What can we say, we wanted to know if you'll like what you'll see half as much as we do."

He takes the sip he was meaning to before, his eyes following Od's hand, which was playing with Thrim's hair.

As another chuckle left them, thrim sent him a wink. He couldn't handle it.

He let himself disconnect, a smile on his lips as he stood away from the desk, moving the glass slowly with his bare foot to the side, so he wouldn't step on the bigger parts. A shower and a power nap sounds like a dream duo to him right now and those feelings? Those real feelings that he felt at the duo teasing? Well, those are for the rare sober elimf, thank the stars.

[shirayuricky]

jealousy | murata fuma

(divider by @cafekitsune) (requested by anon)

- apart of shirayuricky's 100 followers event -

pairing: murata fuma x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (be safe)

prompts used: 8 - "you're in trouble now." , 31 - "behave."

word count: 0.7k

a/n: sorry for the delay! i hope you like this, though :)

you were hanging out with fuma's friends, all 8 of them, along with you and fuma, are in one room. it was all light chit chats and jokes, laughter everywhere. other than fuma, you are most familiar with euijoo, that's why he is comfortable in playfully slapping your shoulder when he's laughing. and of course, you smiled at him like normal, he's having the time of his life.

however, one person isn't too happy in seeing you getting too friendly with euijoo. he's silently glares at you for moments, which you then caught right after. fuma makes his way to you, sitting beside you.

you seemed a bit scared, have you done anything wrong? you haven't. but fuma thought the other way round. "excuse me, i shall excuse myself first. i'll be right back." he stood up, grasping your wrist along. "we'll be right back! don't worry, everyone." you said as you got pulled out of the room. you really wanted to ask him what led him to this, but you were too busy trying to get out of his grip. it's too strong, you struggled to break free.

he brought you an empty and unoccupied room, the interior same like the previous room..but much further away. "you looked happier with euijoo than with me today." he said sternly. "we're just friends, it's not like we're gonna kiss or something." you defended yourself.

"i don't care about that anymore, i just needed to remind you who you belong to." fuma said, his eyes darkening. "fuma! you aren't like this..." you were cut off. "listen, y/n!" he raised his voice a little, taking a deep breath as he leaned closer. his lips are now close to your ear. "you're in trouble now." he whispered. "now, take your punishment like a good girl." he took off your cardigan, an indication on what he will do next.

"fuma." you called him out. "behave." he simply said. without hesitation, he stripped off the rest off your clothes and immediately lowered himself down to his knees before he wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit. he could already taste your arousal.

"fuck, i just got started and you're already this wet?" he darkly chuckles. maybe his emotions getting riled up do make you wet.

he licks several stripes, up and down against your wet pussy before pushing his tongue deep in you. that movement involuntarily made your fingers reach towards the strands of his hair, tugging on them. it's an invitation that he should do more.

but the invitation was declined, you softly whined since you almost felt the feel of climaxing. "be grateful i would still let you cum even though you're a bad girl." he said, lowering down his pants and his boxers in one go, revealing his thick and erect cock.

"get ready, baby." he lines up his cock against your entrance and dives deep in. you let out a loud gasp. and he doesn't go slow, he goes fast. and his thrusts are rough which made you struggle to keep your legs straight. fuma noticed this and pins you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. suddenly, you felt the urge to cum.

"you wanna cum for me, baby? you wanna be a good girl for me, hmm?" he whispers to your ear. and those words are enough to make you trip off the edge of the pleasure. "fuma..." you breathlessly called out his name after your climax hits you and feeling his seed spilling into your pussy.

"are you okay?" he asked, lowering you down to the floor as he had you wrapped in his arms. he reached for a tissue paper to clean you up. he helps you tidy up a bit of your hair- it's a bit disheveled.

"sorry about that, baby. i got a bit jealous over there." he apologises. "no, fuma, that's okay." you said. "let's get you dressed back, shall we? we need to be presentable to the others." he said. you nodded, dressing yourself back up.

a few minutes after, you two went out of the room and went back to the same room his other friends are waiting. "that took you two a long time." nicholas said. "we had an argument earlier. however, we have solved it." fuma lied.

luckily everyone believed that lie. it would be embarassing if someone doesn't.