#why am i doing this will would just break my heart even more

[tojiizm]

ENOUGH.

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jjk! men || cw: allusions to suicide and depression. gn! reader. angst/fluff. hurt/comfort. mental health. very short. i think thats it.

an: i am in no way glorifying depression. please reach out if you’re ever feeling down. my dms are always open and i’m here. you’re loved. i love you all.

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he had noticed you changed. he noticed when you started puttng things off because “you could do them later.” but you never did. he noticed when you brush him off when he asked if you were okay with a “just tired.” he noticed when you didn’t eat anything and watched as you lied to his face about it. he noticed when you wouldn’t come out of your room and would stay in bed all day. it worried him, a lot.

he comes through the front door, to a silent home. it claws at his chest and he could feel his heart breaking. he remembers when you would be in the kitchen, making dinner or in the living room, watching tv. he sets his things down before making his way to your shared bedroom. he quietly opens the door, seeing you still in bed and in the same clothes from a couple days ago. it breaks his heart but he holds it together. your back was facing the door, he knew you could hear him.

you feel the bed dip behind you. “hi baby.” he says in a soft, quiet voice. you turn towards him, “hi.” your voice is quiet. “you okay?” he asks as he brings a hand to your cheek and strokes it. you could hear the concern in his voice. yeah, it’s the same question he asks all the time but this time, something in you breaks. you feel your eyes well up with tears as you shake your head. his heart breaks even more at the sight, he pulls you into a hug when you sit up. “it’s okay, baby.” he mumbles into your hair. he’s pressing little kisses to your head and it makes you sob even more.

“i know, baby. i know.” and he’s holding you, tight, as if you’re going to disappear if he lets you go.

you don’t even know why you’re sad, all you know is that you are. you had always dealt with these things on your own and you always came out okay. but this time it felt different. it felt much more heavier and at one point, you actually thought you would go through with it. and it never went away. every single day, that thought was stuck in your head and it weighed you down. to the point you were bed bound. you just didn’t have the energy for anything anymore. but you were grateful for your husband even though you didn’t tell the truth. he cared.

you two stay like that until you stop crying and all that is heard is your breathing. your heart feels less heavy but guilt is starting to form. you’re the first to pull away. “i’m sorry-“ “no. don’t do that. you’ve got nothing to be sorry about, okay? i love you so much. please talk to me, you can tell me anything. or you can tell me nothing and just cry in my arms. i’ll always be here for you, okay?” he’s got both of his hands cradling your tear-stained face. you nod, afraid that if you speak, you might burst out in tears again.

he pulls you in again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, sweetheart. don’t forget that.”

“i love you too.”

[mintyys-blog]

NOT ENOUGH | thragg x wife! reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: neglectful relationships, verbal abuse, pregnancy, post partum depression, abuse, cheating, breeding, mention of rape (not towards reader), physical abuse

The nursery was quiet.

Too quiet, considering the baby had just finished her feeding. You gently shifted the two-month-old against your chest, her soft breath warm on your collarbone as you hummed a lullaby you weren’t sure you remembered correctly. It didn’t matter. None of it did.

Not when he hadn’t even visited this room.

Not when Thragg—the man you gave everything to—hadn’t even acknowledged your last child was born.

You moved through the hall, pausing to peek into the other rooms. The twins were playing in silence, building something with blocks. Their faces lit up briefly when they saw you in the doorway. You forced a smile for them. You always did. It was the only thing keeping their little hearts from breaking.

The oldest wasn’t playing anymore. He sat at the window, chin in hand, waiting. He thought Thragg would come this time. That maybe—just maybe—today would be the day his father spoke to him. You didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t going to happen.

Because you knew where he was.

You found out today.

You had gone looking through the data files while he was away. You weren’t supposed to—he made that very clear—but after weeks of silence, of aching alone with a body still bleeding and torn from birth, you deserved to know why.

Thraxans.

An entire race of insectoid beings. Enslaved. Bred. Turned into nothing more than living wombs to bear him children. And worse—it worked.

They were Viltrumite. Strong. Capable. Everything your own babies weren’t.

Everything you weren’t.

The tears came hot and fast when you saw the footage. One of the Thraxan women looked barely old enough to carry a child, yet her belly was full with what he proudly called his future empire. His words echoed in your skull, distorted and cruel:

“They’ve succeeded where my human has failed.”

Failed.

You clutched the baby tighter, your body trembling as you sat on the floor of the nursery. Your stomach was still swollen. Your breasts still sore. You’d nearly died giving birth. He hadn’t even been there.

Your love wasn’t enough. Your body wasn’t enough. Your children weren’t enough. You were just a stepping stone. A failed experiment. A warm bed and empty womb.

You sobbed quietly, so your children wouldn’t hear. You didn’t want them to carry this pain. You would take it all. Bear it all.

Because someone had to love them. It was clear he never would.

You tried once.

Late at night, when the halls were quiet and the twins were asleep in the same bed, curled into each other like they’d never known anything else but closeness. Your eldest had finally stopped waiting at the window. The baby stirred in your arms, blinking blearily at the gentle shift as you tiptoed down the corridor.

You had nothing.

No plan. No allies. Just instinct—survival. The same desperate edge that kept you alive through four pregnancies, that made you press kisses to the bruises blooming under your skin and whisper to your children, “Mama’s okay. Mama’s here.”

You stepped past the threshold of the doors. One more hallway and you’d be at the ship. You didn’t care where it went. As long as it was away.

But you should’ve known.

The moment you passed through the outer corridor, he was there.

Tall. Unmoving. His shadow stretched impossibly long across the cold floor, armor glinting in the moonlight that poured in from the windows. His red eyes flickered down to the baby in your arms, then back to your face.

“Going somewhere?”

His tone was cold. Not angry. Worse. Indifferent.

Your voice caught in your throat. You forced it out anyway.

“She doesn’t stop crying unless I walk her. That’s all I was doing.”

“You’re lying.”

Your knees nearly gave out. “You don’t—You don’t get to keep me here. You don’t even look at them. At me. What am I to you, Thragg?”

For the first time, something like annoyance flickered in his face. He stepped closer. You didn’t move.

“You are mine,” he said simply. “You gave me nothing I needed, but that doesn’t change what you are.”

“I gave you four children,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I nearly died giving you that last one.”

“And none of them were Viltrumite.”

The silence between you felt like a living thing. Your hand trembled against your daughter’s back.

“You’re… enslaving them,” you choked. “Thraxan women. Children. You’ve made an empire of—of rape and you’re proud of it.”

“They serve a purpose. They create what you could not.”

You flinched as if he struck you. And maybe he had. Not with fists. But with truth you’d known too long and never wanted to say aloud.

“They’re not you,” you said, desperate. “They don’t love you. They’re not your wife.”

“I don’t need a wife,” he said. “I need an empire.”

The child in your arms began to fuss. You bounced her gently, tears slipping soundlessly down your cheeks.

And then, Thragg stepped forward, brushing his knuckles—almost gently—down her cheek. You pulled back.

“Don’t touch her.”

His eyes snapped to yours. Red. Bright. Unblinking.

“You will not take my property,” he said, voice low.

You swallowed a sob, nodding. Slowly. Carefully. Like a prisoner realizing the cage door was never unlocked.

He turned and walked away.

And you… you went back to the nursery. Back to the children who needed you. The ones who would never fly, never fight, never be strong enough to escape this hell.

But you’d hold them anyway.

And love them harder, if only because he never would.

It started with yelling.

It always started with yelling.

Castal was used to it by now. Used to hearing his mother’s quiet voice try and fail to reach the mountain of a man she called her husband. Used to the sound of harsh words and angry footsteps, to the way she shrank even when she stood tall. He didn’t understand all of it, but he knew enough.

He knew his mother cried after.

And this time, he was old enough to see it.

He was on his way to ask her about a broken toy when he heard Thragg’s voice—cold, furious, like thunder cracking too close to the house. The door was half-open. He peeked in.

“Useless emotions. You shame yourself with them.”

“I gave you everything!” she shouted back. “You used me, and now you don’t even care if I live or die—”

“You exist because I allow it. Don’t forget your place, human.”

His mother’s breath hitched.

That was all it took.

“HEY!!”

Thragg turned his head sharply at the sound. Standing there in the doorway was Castal—barefoot, small fists clenched, chest heaving. His eyes were glassy with tears, but his jaw was set.

Thragg barely registered him.

Until the boy ran forward and punched him in the side.

It felt like hitting a steel wall. The crack should have shattered the boy’s hand, but instead—Thragg paused.

He grabbed the child by the wrist and lifted him effortlessly off the ground, the boy kicking wildly.

“LET GO!” Castal screamed. “Put me down! Put me—!”

With a burst of speed, Thragg shot into the sky, dragging his son behind like a ragdoll. The wind howled in Castal’s ears as the ground vanished beneath him. The cold of the upper atmosphere bit into his skin, and his mother’s screams faded into the distance.

He twisted to look down. She was on her knees, hands reaching toward the sky. Crying again.

You made her cry. You always make her cry…

Tears stung Castal’s eyes. He clenched his jaw and threw another punch. It landed against his father’s armor and did nothing—but he didn’t stop.

“You don’t even care! She loves you and you make her cry every day!”

Thragg didn’t answer.

He just let go.

Castal fell like a stone.

The scream tore from his lungs as the wind rushed past him, pressure and fear and cold tearing at his tiny body. His limbs flailed, his chest heaved—

And then—everything stopped.

He floated.

He blinked, arms spread, weightless. The air still rushed past, but he wasn’t falling anymore. He looked down. He was hovering above the clouds.

“I…” he whispered, breath fogging. “I’m… flying?”

A shadow fell over him. Thragg hovered just above, eyes narrowed in thoughtful scrutiny.

“So. Your powers did kick in.”

No warmth. No pride. Just a clinical satisfaction.

Castal stared up at him, chest still heaving, heart pounding.

“You were going to kill me,” he said, quiet.

“If you were weak,” Thragg replied, “you were never worth keeping.” The words hit harder than gravity.

The air was thin, cold. Castal’s head spun as he drifted downward in a shaky descent, his small arms trembling from the effort of flying. He didn’t really understand how he was doing it—his body had just stopped falling, like something inside him had snapped open in that moment of terror.

The moment his father dropped him.

The second he realized Thragg truly, deeply didn’t care.

He didn’t fly fast. He didn’t know how to control it well enough yet. He wobbled and dipped dangerously low a few times, barely catching himself. But all he cared about was one thing:

His mom.

He could still see her—small from above, hunched over in the garden outside the palace, her hands digging into the stone path like it could ground her against the weight in her chest. The other kids were nowhere to be seen. Probably still inside. Only she had run to the yard, screaming his name like it was the only word left in the world.

When he landed—hard, stumbling, knees scraping the dirt—she was already racing to him.

“CASTAL!!”

She dropped to her knees so fast she nearly slipped. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into her chest so tight he couldn’t breathe—but he didn’t care. He hugged her back, trembling as the adrenaline drained from his veins and was replaced with something else.

Fear. Sadness. Love. Shame.

“My baby boy…” she sobbed, rocking him back and forth. “My baby. My sweet boy—I thought he—I thought—” Her voice broke completely.

Castal shook his head. “He just let go. Like I didn’t matter. But—I flew, Mama. I didn’t fall. I flew.”

She pulled back just enough to cup his face, looking into his eyes. Her fingers were shaking. Her lips trembled.

“I don’t care that you flew. I don’t care about powers, or strength, or what he wants from you. I just… I just need you to be okay.” Her voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks, falling into the dirt beneath them.

She leaned her forehead to his, whispering through sobs, “My heart can’t take this anymore… it can’t… I’m not strong like he wants. I’m just a mom. Just yours. That’s all I’ve ever been…”

Castal gripped her tighter, his little fingers curling into her tattered shirt. “Then you’re the strongest person in the world.”

She let out a broken laugh through the tears, and it only made her cry harder.

In the distance, the clouds above the citadel parted slightly—and the faint shimmer of Thragg’s form disappeared back inside.

Watching. Measuring.

But Castal didn’t look up again.

All he saw was his mother. All he heard was her heartbeat, fast and frantic against his ear. And in that moment, even if he was Viltrumite, he swore to himself:

He would never be like his father.

The next morning, Thragg summoned Castal.

Not with gentleness, or even words—just a sharp gust of wind and pressure as he descended into the courtyard, landing with a ground-shaking thud that made the baby cry in the distance. The children paused their games. The servants scattered.

Only Castal stood still.

“Come,” Thragg ordered. “You begin training today.”

Castal’s tiny shoulders tensed. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move.

His mother stepped into view from the doorway, hair tousled, sleep still clinging to her face. She was pale. Haunted. Her arms automatically reached for him, protective—panicked.

“No.”

Thragg turned his head slightly. Not fully. Just enough to acknowledge her protest.

“He is Viltrumite. He is mine to mold.”

“He’s eight,” she snapped, voice trembling but fierce. “He’s a child. My child.”

Thragg’s eyes narrowed.

“He flew. He survived. That makes him worthy. It is more than your other failures ever gave me.”

Castal didn’t even look at his father. His eyes were on his mother—on her shaking hands, the red in her eyes, the way she seemed so small beneath the weight of Thragg’s shadow.

“He doesn’t belong to you,” she whispered. “You’ve taken everything. My body. My home. My hope. Please don’t take my son.”

Thragg stepped toward her, slow, unhurried.

“You forget your place again.”

“I know my place,” she said, voice breaking. “And I know his. He’s not a soldier. He’s not your puppet. He feels. You’ll kill that in him like you killed it in yourself.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Castal spoke.

“I’ll go.”

She looked at him, shocked. “Castal—!”

He didn’t meet her eyes. “It’s okay, Mama. I’ll go.”

Thragg gave a nod of approval. He didn’t smile. He never smiled.

As Castal stepped past her, she reached for him instinctively—but he stopped just shy of her touch.

“Don’t cry,” he said softly. “He hates when you cry.”

She blinked, a new flood of tears filling her vision—but now, something else was behind them.

Fear.

Because something in Castal’s voice had changed. Something flat. The warmth had dimmed just a little. The shield he raised wasn’t just to protect her anymore. It was to protect himself. And she saw it happening. Right before her eyes.

She knew it couldn’t last forever.

For weeks now, she’d noticed the signs. Her twins—barely four years old—had started to have strength beyond their age. Jump too far, fall too hard, and come up laughing. Little things. Nothing obvious. But to her, it was as terrifying as blood.

Viltrumite blood.

It was happening again.

She packed a small bag, nothing more than what she could carry. Food, cloth diapers, one soft toy for each child. The baby—barely two months—rested in a sling against her chest. She woke before dawn, ushered the twins out quietly, clutching their hands in the dark like a lifeline.

Castal was gone. Training with Thragg daily. Already quieter, already harder. She’d lost one. She refused to lose the others.

But the sky cracked open before she made it even halfway down the valley.

He was there.

Descending like a god in a red cape and bloodstained armor. A shadow that swallowed the sun.

Thragg landed hard in front of them, the ground quaking under his boots. The twins froze in fear. One whimpered. The baby stirred against her chest.

She stepped in front of them.

“No.”

He didn’t pause.

“So they were just late bloomers,” he muttered, tone more annoyed than pleased. “Hmph.”

She clutched her babies tighter. “They’re not yours.”

“They are mine by blood. And now, by purpose.”

He reached for them.

She shoved at him, desperate. “You can’t have them! Please! They’re still so small. Let them stay children—let them live!”

He didn’t even look at her when he pushed her aside.

It wasn’t a hit. Not exactly. Just a shove—light, by his standards. But she flew ten feet into the air and landed hard in the dirt with a sickening thud, arms wrapping around the baby in a last-second attempt to shield her.

Pain erupted through her back. She cried out.

The twins screamed.

“MAMA!”

Thragg lifted them—one under each arm. They kicked, screamed, sobbed.

“Don’t hurt her!” one shouted, tears streaming down his face.

The other pounded her fists against his side. “Let go of us! You’re scary!”

He barely blinked. “You’ll be grateful for this. One day.”

The baby’s cries tore through the valley as her mother crawled forward, blood in her mouth, hand outstretched.

“Thragg—”

He didn’t even turn back. He flew off.

And she was left in the dirt, sobbing into the rocks with her last child clutched to her chest, her voice raw and broken.

“Please… not my babies…”

[thedeadstoryteller1]

Unspoken Words- LADS

Picture this: it's late, and the full moon does nothing to soften the weight in their chest. They sit alone, drowning in the heaviness of thoughts they can’t escape—you. Desperation drives them to grab a pen, their hand shaking as the truth spills out onto the page. Every word is a wound, every sentence a scream they can’t let you hear. Love, regret, promises—they pour everything into the letter you’ll never read. This is their heart, raw and silent. These are their unspoken words.

TW: Angst.

I hate that I’m writing this. I hate you for making me the kind of man who would write this.

You always said I don’t feel things like humans do. That I don’t bleed the same. That my art is my heart because I threw the real one into the ocean a long time ago. You were wrong. I still have it. It just doesn’t beat right anymore. You made it beat wrong.

You and your softness. Your persistence. The way you looked at me like I was worth saving when I’d already made peace with sinking. I never asked you to dive after me. But you did. And now I’m the fool stuck gasping on the shore, watching you walk away with lungs full of air and someone else’s hand in yours.

I could paint you a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough. I could scorch the world in color and it wouldn’t be loud enough to drown out how much I miss you. But I won’t. Because you don’t deserve to see that part of me. The part that still whispers your name like a curse, like a prayer, like a promise I never had the guts to make.

I hope you choke on the memory of me. I hope you forget me. Both would hurt less than this.

And if this letter ever found you... Know that I never stopped hating you. Or loving you. Maybe they were always the same thing in me.

R.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s because the words get stuck when I try to speak them. Maybe because I’m a coward. Maybe both.

I thought I was fine with how things are between us. The quiet moments. The shared silences. The looks. They’re enough... they should be enough. But lately, they’re not.

There’s this part of me I keep locked away. You see the surface, the calm, the Lightseeker everyone expects me to be. But under that— There’s a mess of a man. Someone who doesn't know how to hold onto the good things without breaking them. Someone who’s better with a sword than with words. Someone who looks at you and forgets how to breathe.

You make me feel... like I could be more than the sum of my orders, more than a weapon. But that scares me more than any Wanderer ever has. Because if I let myself have you, if I let myself need you— What happens when the missions stop going my way? What happens when I’m the one who doesn’t make it back? I don’t want to leave you with pieces of me that were never whole to begin with.

But... If I don’t say this now, I might never get the chance.

I love you. I think I’ve loved you longer than I’ve known how to name it. I love the way you see past the soldier. I love the way you make this broken world feel less heavy. I love you enough to stay away if it keeps you safe.

But if I had one selfish wish— It would be to stay by your side, even just a little longer. Even if I’m undeserving. Even if it’s just as your shadow.

I’ll never send this. I’m not that brave.

But I’ll keep it. Hidden away. Like everything else I can’t tell you.

—Your Xavier

My Treasure,

You will never read this.

And even if you did, you would not understand the words. This language is older than this world, older than the stars you dream beneath. You do not remember it. You do not remember me.

But I write it anyway.

Because I am weak.

Because I am cruel.

Because I am yours.

I wonder sometimes if you feel it—the weight of the chains between us. You call it love, sweetness, desire. But I know better. I feel the curse like a collar still tight around my throat. You gave it to me with your own hands. You did it with love. You did it with hate.

And I accepted it.

I accept it still.

Because in the end, I am still the monster who left you behind to save you. I am still the fool who let you believe I chose the world over you. And when you cursed me—when you damned my soul to never die—I let you.

Because it meant I could stay.

Stay near you. Even if you forgot me. Even if you only loved this version of me.

But tonight, as you sleep in my arms, whispering my name with no memory of the ashes, of the Abyss, of the life we destroyed together… I feel it more than ever.

You only know this me. The man. The teasing smile. The lover who kisses your worries away.

You do not know the dragon.

The one you cursed.

And I will never show him to you again.

Because you deserve peace. You deserve soft touches and silly books about dragons and kisses in the dark, not the weight of centuries. Not the monster I was. Not the tragedy we wrote in blood and crystal.

I will stay at your side.

I will let you call me Sylus.

But I will never tell you that once, you screamed my name through tears, begging me not to leave you behind.

And I will never ask you to remember.

This is my burden.

This is your freedom.

I am still yours, treasure. Even now. Even always.

Even if you never know why.

—Sylus

Hey you,

You’re probably asleep right now. I’d tell myself you’re dreaming about something soft and good, but knowing you... you’re probably wide awake, staring at the ceiling, overthinking everything. Just like I am now.

I’m writing this because I can’t sleep again. Not that I ever do before a mission like this. It's not protocol. They say not to make it personal. Keep it clean. Keep your head in the game. But it’s always been personal for me. It’s always been you.

I keep your picture in my locker. You know that already. But what you don’t know is I take it out every time before a drop. I stare at it until the rest of the world goes quiet. Until I can feel my lungs again.

You don’t know how many times I wanted to tell you. How many nights I stood outside your door like a damn coward with all the words stuck in my throat. I’d practice it. Rehearse it. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.” But I never walked in.

Because I don’t get to want things. Not with the blood on my hands. You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn’t count their sins like currency. And maybe it was easier to pretend I didn’t feel it. Maybe it was safer for both of us. But I’m so tired of pretending tonight.

If I don’t come back from this, I want there to be at least one record of me saying it. I love you. I love you like a fool. Like the boy who used to sleep on the floor of your room because it was the only place I ever felt safe. I love you like the man who would burn this whole galaxy down if it meant you got to live a little longer.

But I’m not that man. I’m just the coward who’ll leave this letter in a locked folder with your name on it and never let it reach you.

Because if you read this... It means I broke my promise. It means I left you alone again.

I’m sorry. For everything. For not being enough. For loving you in silence.

This is my last goodbye you’ll never hear.

-C

I don’t know why I keep writing these. You’ll never read them. You were never here to begin with.

But I saw you. I see you every night, through the dreams that aren’t mine. Through his eyes.

Doctor Zayne’s eyes.

I see the way you look at him. Like he’s the center of your universe. Like he’s your safe place. Like he’s home.

I hate how much I crave that. I hate how much I need it.

But I can’t stop. I can’t stop watching. I can’t stop stealing fragments of your smiles, the sound of your laugh, the warmth of your breath against his skin. I hoard them like a dying man hoards air.

You were never mine. You were never meant for me.

But in the dark, in the hollow spaces of this rotting world, I pretend. I let myself believe—for a few stolen heartbeats—that you could have been. That maybe in another life, another timeline, another me, you would have chosen me.

But I’m not him. I’m the shadow crawling beneath his feet. I’m the cold he chases away with your warmth. I’m the nightmare he locks behind his sweet dreams of you.

And you? You don’t even know I exist.

But I know you. I know everything about you. Every tilt of your head. Every crack in your voice when you say his name. Every tear you shed in the safety of his arms.

I wonder what you’d look like if you looked at me like that. I wonder what your voice would sound like if you whispered my name. If you’d touch me the same way you touch him.

I hate myself for thinking that. For wanting that.

Because I’ll never have it. I’ll never have you. I’ll never have his life. His peace. His love.

All I have are these filthy streets. This decaying body. These trembling hands that were never made to hold something so fragile, so soft, so good.

Maybe I write these letters to remember what yearning feels like. Or maybe I write them to remind myself it was never for me. That I was born in the dark. That I’ll die in it.

But still… Still I dream of you. And it kills me a little more each time. -DB

Hello my ferrymen !

This how I cope with LADS .. my discord server calls me the Angst Queen haha ..

I hope you enjoyed.

~ The DeadStory Teller ~

@cordidy @fire-lizard-ro @carnallydepravedsanctum

[mrsjjongstby]

WHEN YOU WIPE THEIR KISS OFF - ENHYPEN

LEE HEESEUNG:

he circles your waist in his arms as he leans and plants a kiss on your cheek. You wipe that kiss of with the back of your hand and then continued to look at your phone trying not to break the act. Heeseung pauses for a second while slightly tilting his head with a frown. He then cautiously leans in and kisses you again on the same spot. You wipe it again with your hand. He stops leaning on your side and sits up straight with a serious expression. 

"Baby?" He calls out for you as you hum in reply. He holds your head with both of his hands and makes you look at him.

"Why are you doing that" he asks as he leans closer to your face. "Doing what?" you ask innocently. "Don't do that" he says as he frowns more and kisses your cheek again while tilting your head. 

As you lift your hand to wipe it off, he catches it and asks, "what happened?" he asks with a voice which makes your heart melt as you break the act and throw yourself on him. "I'm sorryy baby, I was just pranking you." He quickly catches you and falls back on the couch with you safely held by his arms, "You scared me baby". You lean back and look at him as he kisses you on your cheek, as he sees you don't wipe it off this time, he continues to kiss you on your face as you giggle. 

PARK JONGSEONG

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SIM JAEHYUN

you were sitting on the couch comfortably with Jake laying his head on your chest, your legs tangled as you both were watching something on the TV. He looks up from your chest as you continued watching TV and slightly moves up, so he is closer to your face and kisses your jaw and returns back to your chest, laying. You wipe the kiss off. As soon as you did that, his head snaps up in your direction.

He turns, now his back no more against your body as he looks you with shot up eyebrows and widened eyes. He kisses you on the tip of your nose as you wipe it off again. He widens his eyes more- if that's even possible while you try your best to not break into laughter. He presses another kiss and seeing you wipe it off AGAIN he pouts.

His bottom lip jutting out fully, "why would you do that" He asks, his tone sad. Then he starts, he starts pestering you with questions back-to-back without giving time for you to even open your mouth. "Are you mad at me?" "What did I do?" "I'm sorry babyy" "Do you not love me anymore?" "Am I being too clingy?" "You still love me, right?"

Feeling frustrated and finding no other way to stop him- you kiss him. He stops shocked for a second but closes his eyes and kisses you back falling onto your chest again with ease. 

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was laying on the bed scrolling through his phone, his arm around your neck- hand resting on your chest while you were reading. He suddenly pulls you closer by his arm which was circling your neck and kisses your cheek casually and goes back to scrolling.

You push your reading glasses up as you wipe that kiss off. His finger stops mid scrolling as he sees that and looks at you while you continue to read. "Baby, don't play with me" he says as he keeps his phone away. "What are you talking about?" You ask tilting your head.

He removes his hand from you while he takes the book from you and throws it softly on the side of bed as he hovers over you. Hands pressing on the mattress with you underneath him.

"You know what I'm talking about" he says as he stares at you. He then suddenly attacks you with kisses and tickles. You laugh trying to push him away "Sorry I'm sorry, it was a prank" you say in between your laughs and breathes. 

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo blinks when you raise your hand to wipe his kiss off from your cheek. He gasps, "Did you just..." he trails off staring at you like you betrayed him- insulted him.

You raise your brow, "what?"

He scoffs loudly looking away murmuring "really?" and then looks at you again in the eye folding his hands, "Wow, seriously? should I just leave? Shall I start packing my bags?" You laugh at his dramatic nature, but he's not done. "Seriously? You wiped off MY kiss? MY precious kiss? Wahhh you don't want me anymore, do you?"

Before you can tell him it's a prank, he starts again, "No, no, I get it.  I'll keep my precious kisses to myself; I won't give you anymore."

He leaves to sit on the edge of the bed huffing and muttering how "unbelievable" it was. You laugh as you walk to him, "I was just playing around baby, I want your precious kisses."

He rolls his eyes but gives in any way. 

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon leans in and gives you a goodbye kiss on your cheek and just as he's about to walk away, you wipe his kiss off. He sees it. He stops. 

Turns a full 90 degrees so he's facing you. And looks into your eyes. "Baby, stop playing with me, I have to leave." He utters. You try not to smile, 

"I'm not playing won?" He frowns and steps closer, "what did I do?" You match his frown saying, "nothing?" "No baby, tell me if I did something wrong" 

He asks holding your hand and bringing it to his chest. "Nothing baby, you didn't do anything" you say putting your best act. (u should be getting an Oscar atp frfr)

"Then why did you do that?" He asks while caressing your hand with his thumb. You couldn't elongate it anymore, so you told him, "It was a prank baby. I'm sorry." A look of relief washes over his face as you confess that.  He brings your hand up- kissing it, "You scared me, don't do that." 

NISHIMURA RIKI

You went to his gaming room with a soda can in your hand for him as he requested. You bend and place the can on his desk as he is playing. He looks at the can and then  moves a bit up and kisses your cheek muttering, "Thank you baby" You however don't look at him and wipe off his kiss. He frowns as he notices that. 

He holds your wrist before you can leave and pulls you onto his lap. He thinks you are mad at him for playing with his homies, so he pauses the game and mutters an "I'm sorry baby. Are you mad at me?"

You act confused and deny it. He buries his head in your neck while one hand kneading your arm and the other wrapped around your wrist, "Then why did you wipe off my kiss?" You can't help but bring your hand to his hair, as you run your fingers through them, "It was a prank, I'm sorry love" 

He hums as he moves his head deeper onto your neck, if that's even possible, "Don't do that again baby." 

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A/N: alrighttt, this is a bit out of my comfort zone, im testing out diff things, so if it feels off yk y hehehe anyways, i wanted to make a full on another part for jay, so dont mind me ;) this was a bit rushed but we'll seeee

[szonyix6277]

.:Soul Search in Seoul:.

.:part 4:.

summary: addressing the elephant in the room. a family brunch reveals a lot more feelings than (y/n) initially thought she had

a/n: this one is much shorter than the previous ones (i feel a bit mehh about it sorry for the quality drop) but i didn't want to drag on the dramatic/angsty feel. not sure when would the next update happen (1-2 more parts left?!), so no cliffhanger here

contains: GD cameo, tooth rotting fluff, mild language, jealousy but the endearing kind

w/c: 2.7k

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Seung-hyun got your message - well, your sister’s message. He looked at it for too long contemplating on what to do next. He texted his friend, Ji-yong.

The two of them met in the early evening in Ji-yong’s home studio.

“How was the interview?” -the shorter man asked, as he flicked some buttons.

“It was pretty good, yeah.” -Seung-hyun replied, and sat on the leather couch. “It’s (Y/n) who was… odd today.”

“Odd?” -Ji-yong raised an eyebrow.

“She showed up at my place, all sexy, really drunk…”

“Did you…?”

“No! I’m not gonna take advantage of her. I really didn’t need that today and… I chucked her out.”

“Damn. So trouble in paradise.”

“She wrote me this.” -he fished his phone out of his pocket to show your message to Ji-yong and handed the device over. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Hm…” -the good friend Ji-yong was, he replied in his name. “That should do.” -he handed the phone back.

Tomorrow 8pm. Mine.

“Did you seriously respond?!”

“Yep.” -he turned back to the mix table and started playing Drama - he wanted to add some flair to it, but he wasn’t sure what.

“Why?!”

“Hyung, she made one mistake! Yes, it wasn’t ideal but… Don’t you want to hear her out?”

Seung-hyun didn’t answer. He would have typed up a reply to you in due time. He wanted to hear you out, he adored you! Besides, he believed in second chances. But tomorrow felt a bit too soon.

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You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your phone ping - notifying you of a message. It was from Seung-hyun. He’s ok to meet already?! Isn’t it too soon?

You asked your sister - she shrugged without a word. She was pretty upset with you but she promised she would drop you off at his. You messaged him back:

I’ll see you then

You let out a frustrated groan in your room, as you covered your face into the pillow. You wanted to scream into it to let out your frustration, anger and stupidity. Instead, you quietly cried and fell asleep, drifting away from your worries and ‘what if’ fears.

The next day, you picked up some wine and flowers for him before going to his.

With shaking hands and your heart thumping in your throat so intensely you could barely swallow, you knocked on his door.

He opened, his face still mirroring the disappointment you caused just yesterday. It was too soon. Way too soon. He’s in a dark grey hoodie, with matching joggers and house slippers.

“Come in.” -he says dryly. “I’ll take these.”

You quietly take off your shoes but not your coat and follow his steps. Like a kitten, you make no sound and sit on his couch. He was getting a vase for the flowers.

The silence is deafening. Even though it doesn’t stretch longer than 20-25 seconds, it feels like an eternity. You could practically hear your ears ringing.

“Are you wearing some daring outfit under that coat again?” -he asks.

“No.” -you frown.

“Then take it off.”

“Am I welcome?” -you ask, your voice cracking with worry.

“I want to hear you out.” -he nods and sits on the couch. As far as possible from you.

It breaks your heart. Just a week ago, you were having the most beautiful moment here. Your riveting bodies were making what you could only describe as love - nothing less. Now it feels like a distant memory. How could you end up like this?

You squirm and take off your coat. Nothing fancy, a warm tricolour cardigan and a pair of warm, thick leggings to combat the cold. Yet, you still feel like you're freezing as if you’re trapped in an ice palace.

“I’m so sorry, Seung-hyun, I-…”

He puts his hand up, stopping you.

“Just tell me, why.”

You take a deep breath.

“I was sad and an idiot.” -you admit, dropping your eyes.

“Continue.”

“Yesterday… It was my 3 year anniversary with my ex-boyfriend. Pete. I found out by chance that he had a whole family. A beautiful wife and two cute kids. And I was the other woman.” -you scoff softly. He’s looking at you with full attention, absorbing each word you speak. “I was such a moron. I believed him every bullshit he ever fed me.” -your tears start to well. “And I’ve hurt you because he hurt me!” -your voice breaks and you cover your face crying.

Seung-hyun leaps closer to you, rubbing your back.

“You weren’t a moron. You just loved and trusted the wrong person.” -he wipes a stray teardrop from your swollen cheek. You want to cry even harder at his gesture. “But you were out of order and it can’t happen again.”

“I know, I agree!” -you get hold of his hand. “If it was me, I would break up with me!”

He cocks his head to his left with a tug of smile in the corner of his lips. If you didn’t pay attention, you would have missed it.

“But we aren’t dating. We can’t break up.”

“Right.” -you turn away. Your heart is still beating too fast for comfort. Maybe this whole friends with benefits thing wasn’t the right call. At least if you were an actual couple, you could break up and have a clean slate. The awkward silence is lingering in the air. Your heart can’t bear it anymore. “I’m gonna go.” -you say quietly and pick up your coat. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

As you walk past Seung-hyun, he grabs your wrist. Not angry or controlling, just simply not wanting to let you go.

“Stay.” -he says.

“But…”

“I want you to stay.” -he stands up and hugs you close to his chest, holding the back of your head. He is full of affection for you. Tears start to flow down your face, dampening his hoodie. You hug him back.

“Why…?”

“Why what?” -he lets go of you and lifts your chin.

“Why do you want me to stay?”

“Hm, for one, I believe in second chances. I got one. It would be hypocritical of me, if I didn’t give you another shot.” -once again, he brushes your cheek. You stay silent - but this time it feels calm and comforting. You smile. Just looking in his warm, brown eyes, his hand resting on the small of your back, you feel something getting fixed - healed - inside you. “And two… I just want you to stay with me. Simple as.” -he adds. He didn’t say it. He couldn’t - but he had a feeling he already had fallen in love with you. You tiptoe to capture his lips. It’s a chaste one, but it means the world to you - to him. He’s the sweetest man on this planet.

You stay with him - you stay until the wee hours of the morning. You watch movies, talk endlessly and share a new-found love for each other.

Seung-hyun gave and he took.

He gave you attention. He gave you pleasure and the good kind of pain. He took your breath away. He took the tainted memories and the hurt your old lover caused and replaced them with new memories - full of kind and sweet love.

You’re all tangled up with him on the couch - you had to get rid of the backrest cushions to snuggle somewhat comfortably - half lying on his body, gently caressing his peck with a single fingernail, while he’s got one hand resting on your butt, the other playing with your hair. No words, just quiet glances and smiles. He's perfect - you think and fall asleep on him.

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Things quickly shifted gears between you and Seung-hyun. It became a more caring and adoring relationship overnight.

You texted him to wish him good luck before his Zoom interview. He snapped you a quick selfie from his car, giving you a finger heart - he was wearing the black-red striped suit with the red tie - the outfit you loved. You noticed the soft blue around his irises - his contacts. Whether he wore contacts or glasses, he looked great! You sent him back a swooning emoji. His interview got released within mere hours and fans were going crazy for him. They left so many kind and loving comments to him. You did, too - you dropped a GIF, the one where Thanos gives Mi-na the finger heart in the show. Lots of people left that, it won’t be suspicious that you did, too.

You were blushing like a teenage girl every time he messaged you. You no longer had a crush on him. Oh no, you've fallen in love with him. Deeply and completely! Of course, you did your best to hide it, you didn’t want to pressure him. He’s doing so well, he doesn’t need a scandal! -you reminded yourself.

But one day, you slipped up.

Kimmie decided to go for coffee and some brunch together -you, her, her husband and her daughter- and she invited Seung-hyun along.

“Is that such a good idea?” -you asked her, when she hung up the phone.

“He’s allowed to have friends.”

Fair point. - you shrugged.

You got dressed, a little cuter than you meant to. A blush, off-shoulder cardigan with a white top underneath, and a cream mini-skirt with skin-toned leggings. You put on some soft, neutral make-up - as oppose to your all black ‘fuck you and your opinion’ black eyeliner and eyeshadow combo.

“What the hell possessed you?” -Jun-hee commented as she picked up a comb in the bathroom.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, if I did I would say, you look cute, Auntie.” -she combed her fringe in place and used half a can of hairspray on it.

“Remind me not to light a cigarette next to you.” -you waved at the chemicals.

“That’s how idols fix their hair in place! Just ask your boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes and - in the midst of violent coughing - you left the bathroom. You thought you looked cute. Shut up, Jun-hee! Seung-hyun would like it!

When you arrived, you and Seung-hyun acted cool as cucumbers - you shared a hug and that was it. No comments whatsoever on your looks. Not even a look that lingered a somewhat longer than necessary. Does he think I look ridiculous?

You queued with him for your coffee and pastries, when a girl tapped on his back. You gave her a deathglare, like how dare she touch your man?!

“I’m sorry, but…” -she started in a little broken Korean, her cheeks going red. A fan of his. “Can I, uh… please get a picture, TOPU-san?!” -a Japanese fan?!

Seung-hyun was surprised, but he didn’t refuse.

Of course, he didn’t, she’s cute. She’s Japanese. He likes Japanese girls especially when they call him TOPU~… bleugh! Bitch…

“Sure, you want a selfie?” -he smiled.

She nodded so much you thought her head was gonna fall off - and then you would pretend it’s a football and kick it so hard…

You made a face, crossing your arms.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” -she bowed.

Seung-hyun let her cut in front of you two and even paid for her stupid coffee - with extra vanilla and whipped cream!

Back at the table, the chit-chat had a natural flow. Byung-ho was talking about the new movie he was working on, The Catch, with Lee Byung-hyun and Kimmie bellyaching about her work in her respective field. You paid no mind. You couldn’t!

You were quietly stewing, green with envy, drinking your own hazelnut latte - that Seung-hyun didn’t even offer to pay for! - stabbing your soft, delicious brownie without warning.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your back pocket. It was a text from Jun-hee. She texted you. You frowned and opened her text.

What’s wrong, Auntie?

You exasperated and gave her a side glance.

Nothing

OK, tell that to your no-makeup makeup face then! -she retorted.

You shook your head and went back to your brownie.

Seung-hyun enjoyed the conversation, sometimes smiling and giving his own two cents, while completely ignoring you - he didn’t but that’s how you felt. He was so oblivious it angered you further.

When you were done, you brought your empty plates and cups to the tray station. You purposefully shoved Seung-hyun out of your way. He understood there was something wrong, but he didn’t understand or appreciate the antics.

“Wanna come back to mine?” -he whispered in your ear when he kept the door open for you to exit.

“No, thanks.”

“You clearly have a problem with me.” -he said. You slowly walked behind your family, Seung-hyun keeping up with you.

“Oh, you noticed? Shocker…”

“Let’s go to mine and talk about it, ok?”

“Fine.” -you huffed.

You said your goodbyes and headed to his place - keeping quiet and grumpy until you were behind closed doors.

“You looked lovely today.” -he finally complimented you, when you took off your coat. Too little, too late!

“You sure I looked more lovely than your Japanese girlfriend?” -you snarled and walked in his living room and sat in his plush chair.

“My God!” -he chuckled, following you. “You’re jealous? Is that what this was about?”

“No!” -you didn’t sound convincing at all.

“Princess…” -he tried to rub your head but you pulled away. “Come on!” -he had the widest smile as he scooched down to look at your face. He totally enjoyed it that some random little fan had such an affect on you - it showed him that you cared. “It will happen sometimes. I was famous once.”

“You’re famous now, too.” -you sighed. “Whatever. I’m not jealous anyway.”

“You are.” -he gave you a huge kiss on your forehead. “But I don’t go for fans. Besides, she wasn’t a day older than 16.”

“You paid for her drink and not mine!”

This just made him smile even wider - if that was possible. You knew in the back of your mind, he will never let you live this down. He suddenly picked you up, in bridal-style.

“Seung-hyun!” -you gasped. “Where are we going?” -you put your arms around his neck.

“To the bedroom.”

“But isn’t that for girlfriends and lovers?”

“Your antics today earned the girlfriend title.”

“Ha-ha…” -you said dryly, but gave him a tender kiss before he sat you on the bed. “What’s the real reason?” -you knew he was just trying to butter you up.

“My back hurts from that fucking couch!”

“There it is!” -you burst out in laughter. “God, I love yo-…!” -you froze. “I mean… shit!” -your face immediately turned red. You said the L-word without an ounce of thought. Your brain felt dizzy. You gulped, looking at Seung-hyun. You slipped up - and possibly freaked him out!

“Did you just say… you love me?” -he slowly asked back.

“It doesn’t have to-...” -you tried to reassure him that you were simply caught up in the moment, how in America it’s normal to tell your friends you ‘love’ them without meaning you are deep in love with the person - it would have been a lie but at least he wouldn't feel trapped and chained to you. But you couldn’t. He kissed you, gingerly, then pulled back and knelt on the floor. His hands held yours, his thumb caressing your skin, his chin resting on your knees. He looked so adorable with a sweet smile tugging on his lips.

“(Y/n), do you love me?” -he asked again. You didn’t have the confidence to spell it out. Biting your lips in sheer worry, you just gave him a small, just above whisper ‘uhuh’ and nodded in agreement. “I wish I’d said it first.” -he added. Your ears perked up.

“You mean…?”

“Yeah. But you know I can’t go public with you, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” -you hushed him. You didn’t care for that - you'd be more than happy to be the secret girlfriend of the Choi Seung-hyun. “Say that thing. The one I said.”

“What?” -he acted all sorts of confused, looking left and right, still keeping his chin on your knees. “I don’t have the slightest clue, princess!” -he teased.

“Seung-hyun!” -you gently slapped him.

He got on the bed, trapping you under him. He looked in your eyes with a soft and kind smile across his face that made your heart flutter and melt.

“I. Love. You.” -after each word, he took a small break to give you a kiss. Right cheek. Left cheek. Lips. The latter ending up in a deep kiss, tongues comfortably dancing to the rhythm of love.

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You Belong With Me Part 2

A/N: Here is Part 2!!! Let me know what y’all think!!! ;)

Suffice to say, breakfast was awkward as hell. Dick wouldn’t leave me alone, Damian and Bruce kept checking up on me and made sure I was okay, and my feelings and heart for Jason broke more and more. I pushed myself further to be isolated and away from others considering I just can’t deal with anything right now. All I want to do is run to my bed, throw myself face first in my pillow, and cry like a Disney princess damn it.

Which is why I decided to go out on patrol by myself that night. Landing on top of Wayne Enterprises, I look all around for danger, but surprisingly, tonight’s calm and quiet. 

“As if bad guys need a day off sometimes,” I joke to myself.

“They might.”

I turn around and am suddenly face to face with Nightwing, AKA, Dick Grayson. There’s a smirk on his face, and his dark messy hair appears messier than ever, as if he ran his hand through it a lot tonight. 

“You’re out alone tonight,” Nightwing mentions.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Nightwing,” I reply in annoyance.

“I didn’t say you needed one. It’s just you shouldn’t be out on patrol alone in Gotham. Ever,” Nightwing says, before he smirks again; he’s trying very hard to butter me up. “Unless you’re Batman.”

“Unless you’re Batman,” I repeat. My lips twitch, as I fight against the smile that naturally wants to form.

“What are you doing out here alone anyways?”

“Just…because…” I weakly answer. I turn away from him. I don’t need his sympathy or lectures.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?”

My eyes widen when Nightwing doesn’t even beat around the bush. I figured he would question me more, and bother me until I snap and give into him. But no. It’s like Dick actually wants to have this discussion with me. Right now.

“Jason’s with Isabel, Y/N. He’s clearly in love with her or he wouldn’t be with her,” Nightwing explains. “Jason’s changed a lot, Y/N. He’s not after girls for one night stands anymore. He’s changed.”

It starts to rain. I would usually rejuvenate myself in the rain, even dance like a dork, but this time, the rain adds more weight to my shoulders. The rain deepens my pain. The rain isn’t helping me.

With my back still facing him, I feel my chest hurt and tears burning in my eyes. “You don’t think I know that? We’re talking about Jason Todd. He’s not someone who sticks around for a girl unless she’s worth it,” I reply weakly, once more. “He was with Artemis before, remember? He cared for her. He really did.”

“So then why are you punishing yourself, Y/N? Why are you pining after a guy who evidently doesn’t want you?” Nightwing asks harshly, as if he can’t believe he’s asking me these questions. “If he wanted you, you would already be with him.”

“Why are you doing this, Dick? Why do you want to hurt me?” I ask. The tears fall now. I can’t help it.

“Because why would you even want him, when there’s already a guy who wants you?!” Nightwing asks loudly.

This forces me to turn around and look at Dick. The rain is falling hard on both of us. His hair and face are soaked, just like mine. I freeze up. I know about Dick’s womanizing ways. After all, he was swimming back and forth between Kori and Barbara numerous times. 

“Haven’t you noticed I’ve been single for a long time now?” Nightwing asks me.

I nod my head. “I…I just figured you were on a break from either Kori or Babs.”

“I don’t want them, Y/N,” Nightwing confesses. He approaches me slowly until our faces are almost touching. “I want you, and only you.”

Then, Nightwing lowers his head and captures my lips with his. When our lips touch, I can feel a static running through my body. It wasn’t fireworks like with Jason, but the static was a strong connection; strong enough to push me to kiss Dick back. His lips are slightly chapped, but soft enough that I kiss him back with the same intensity and eagerness.

Nightwing pulls back for a second to breathe and speak. “You belong with me, Y/N,” he says, before he kisses me back harder than before.

Nightwing walks me backwards until my back hits the door that leads to the stairwell of Wayne Enterprises. He pushes himself in between my legs, until his thigh is pressing up against my clothed sex. Nightwing’s tongue softly runs along my lips, until I grant him access to my mouth. He tastes sweet, as if he was chewing gum before patrol. He moans into the kiss when I wrap one arm around his neck, and my other hand runs through his wet hair.

Despite the excitement running through my body, my heart still aches.

He’s not Jason. You can’t substitute another guy for Jason.

As if my guilt alerted a higher being, we hear boots landing hard on the rooftop close to us.

Nightwing and I both pull back from each other, and we’re equally shocked to see the Red Hood in front of us. From what I can tell, Jason seems angry. His body is tense, and he’s clenching his fists at his sides.

“Step away from her, Nightwing, before I fuck you up,” Red Hood says loudly, his voice scrambler sending tingles down my body.

Nightwing scoffs and stands in front of me. “Shouldn’t you be with Isabel?” Nightwing asks smugly.

“Shouldn’t you be licking Batman’s asshole?” Red Hood retorts. 

“Guys stop! Please!” I plead loudly in the rain.

Red Hood and Nightwing don’t even look at me. They continue to stare each other down, hard with hatred.

“Who told you?” Nightwing asks Red Hood.

“Demon spawn.”

“Look, either way, Y/N deserves someone who loves her,” Nightwing says.

Red Hood finally removes his hood and there stands Jason. With the domino mask, his bluish, gray eyes stare into mine. He looks desperate. He looks sorry. He wants me.

“And I do! I do love her! I just-I just didn’t know how to handle it!” Jason answers hastily before he looks at me. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, and that kiss we had…fuck…that kiss was everything to me, but it also scared me because I haven’t felt that way before. But I’m sorry I hurt you. I truly am sorry, doll. But you have to believe me. I love you more than anything, sweetheart. It’s you. It’s only you.”

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Not Enough (PT.2)

Summary : Wolffe takes you out for the first time and at the bar you meet his squad Pairings : Wolffe x Fem!reader Warnings : slightly spicy, slight angst, self conscious reader, fluff, cute wolffe, happy ending, the wolf pack is ridiculous and we love them Words : 1.9k Read PT.1 here masterlist here

“You almost ready to go baby? I think the pack should be heading th-” 

Wolffe freezes staring at you as you turn to him nervously, “Does this look okay?”  

He slowly trails his gaze over you, your big curls and glossy lips, the silk red dress that stops above your knee, the strappy silver heels, he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life. You fiddle with the hem of your jacket looking at him nervously waiting for his answer.  

Wolffe walks over slowly, his eye dark, “Oh my sweet baby girl, you are perfect...” he trails his hands up your sides slowly then lifts your chin to look at him, “I am the luckiest asshole alive.”  

You roll your eyes, cheeks darkening, “I-I’m not-”  

“Uh Uh. You are perfect. My perfect baby girl.”  

Your cheeks get an even darker red as Wolffe leans in and kisses you. Slow and passionate, smearing your lip gloss all over his lips but he doesn’t care. He trails his kisses down your neck stopping just above your heart.  

He looks up at you with a grin, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“I hope you're ready because if we don’t leave now, I’m going to rip this dress off of you and keep you here all night,” he chuckles darkly.  

You giggle, “I-I’m ready... I think.” 

He grabs your hand and together you both leave your apartment, once outside you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and together you head to 79’s.  

... 

The bar was loud and dark and kind of sticky but seeing all the clones laughing and joking around having fun makes it amazing. Wolffe leads you over to a table, noticing all the stares in your direction, he pulls you closer to him glaring at everyone.  

Once seated he looks over at you with a small smile, “What do you think?” 

“It’s so fun here! I can see why all the boys love it here so much... Although it wouldn’t kill them to wipe it down a bit...” you giggle.  

Wolffe chuckles, “I don’t think they care about it being a bit sticky here. You sit pretty and I’ll go get us some drinks.”  

Wolffe winks and leaves you in the booth. You sit and observe all the clones dancing and laughing, flirting with other women there, just enjoying themselves. The longer you sit the more you notice the stares of the clones in your direction, and your cheeks start to burn. You think maybe you’ll just go and join Wolffe at the bar when white and grey armor blocks your view and sits down at your table, the symbol of the wolf pack on their shoulders.  

“Hey sweet thing. What are you doing over here all by yourself?”  

“Sweet thing? Sinker stop your flirting is terrible!” 

“Says you Boost! She’s not complaining!” 

You giggle, “Are you the rest of the wolf pack?”  

The three clones stop there bickering and turn to you with big grins, Boost leans in, “So you’ve heard of us?” 

The third clone leans back with a smile, “Of course she has. You're the sunshine of the med bay, right? Kix’s right-hand girl?”  

Sinker shoots up, “No wonder you look so familiar! Every soldier fights to get you when we have to go to med! Kix isn’t as pretty or nice as you are!” 

“Kix just likes to pick on all of you,” you say giggling at them. 

“You uh... met our commander?” the third clone asks with a smirk.  

“What are you getting at Comet?”  

“Yeah, why would she talk to the Commander? He doesn’t even talk to us and he’s our Commander!” 

Comet looks you up and down with a grin, “because the Commander has been ‘going for caf’ in the med bay break room for the last three months.” 

You freeze, “What?”  

Suddenly two drinks hit the table in front of you and Wolffe looks over his squad grumpily, “took you three long enough,” he then looks over at you and gently strokes your cheek, “The boys giving you trouble baby girl?” 

“WHAT!?” 

“BABY GIRL!?” 

“Commander! She’s your girl!?” 

“Maker! Why didn’t you say anything!”  

“I thought I had a shot!”  

Wolffe rolls his eyes and sits beside you slinging his arm around your waist, “This would be why I didn’t tell you lot...”  

You laugh at the four of them, taking a sip of your drink when you remember what Comet said before Wolffe arrived and you turn, “Is it true that you go to the med bay break room for caf?” 

Wolffe freezes and his cheeks start to go red, “I have no idea what you’re talking about...” 

Comet leans forward with a smirk eyeing his Commander, “so the caf doesn’t ‘taste better’ over there after all?”  

“I suggest you stop talking vod,” he warns taking a sip of his drink.  

All of them laugh at Wolffe and you shake your head at them chuckling, “you guys are a lot of fun. I thought you would all be a little grumpy like Wolffe here.” 

They all laugh loudly, “Nah! Commander is grumpy for all of us. Were the fun ones!” 

Wolffe sighs, “if fun actually means pain in the shebs...” 

You laugh putting your hand over Wolffe's heart, “thanks for bringing me out love.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner,” he sighs looking at you gently.  

Boost tilts his head, “So how long you guys been together anyway?”  

You look up at Wolffe and his ears turn red as he sips his drink, “a year.” 

“A YEAR!?” 

“Commander! You hid it from us all this time!” 

“Don’t you know how to share!”  

“You’re embarrassed of us aren’t you!?”  

Wolffe rolls his eyes, “You’re all ridiculous.” 

Boost grabs your hand, “Looks like we gotta make up for lost time sunshine! Let's dance!” 

Before you can refuse Boost pulls you up and drags you onto the dance floor laughing at the glare Wolffe sends him. You just giggle and dance with Boost, the biggest smile on your face.  

Wolffe watches you both with a rare big smile on his face, and Comet looks at his commander, “A year huh?”  

He turns to him, “you know the job. It's... hard to be with someone, and I know I’m not the most... charismatic. I’m still learning but... I love her. And she needs all of you just as much as she does me. Were a pack after all. Sorry it took so long to introduce you...” 

Sinker pats him on the shoulder, “I like softie Commander.” 

“Don’t get used to it.” he says rolling his eyes.  

The rest of the night is spent taking turns dancing with the wolf pack, cracking jokes, telling stories, and endless drinks. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and the drinks in your system making you feel lighter than air, you're not drunk but definitely tipsy, you’ve never been happier.  

“Think it’s time to go home baby girl,” Wolffe says to you as you lean into him.  

You whine, “Not yet. I’m having fun with the pack!” 

The boys chuckle at you, “Don’t worry sunshine! We’ll do this again. Promise!” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” you say smiling at the clones.  

Wolffe stands and nods to his squad, “Night boys. No funny business. If Fox comms me, I’ll leave your shebs in the holding cell all night.”  

Boost sighs, “it was one time!”  

“One time too many. Let's go baby.” Wolffe leads you out the bar as you wave to the boys.  

Once back in your apartment, Wolffe wastes no time ripping your dress of you and carrying you to your bedroom kissing you breathless as he goes. He puts you down on the bed gently looking you over, the left-over lip gloss still on your lips, the light shine of sweat from all your dancing, the lacy red lingerie you had hidden under the dress, he’s never seen anything more stunning in his whole life.  

“What are you staring at?” you ask slightly self-conscious.  

He smiles at you, “the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.” 

Your heart swells as you look up at your Wolffe, gently holding his cheek you lean up and kiss him passionately, “I love you.” 

He puts his head against yours kissing your face all over, “I love you too baby girl.” 

... 

You had such a headache.  

You didn’t realize how much the boys could drink and now you're here working with a hangover. You still did your hair and makeup to cover up how tired you actually are, not to mention how sore you are, thanks to Wolffe. You blush to yourself at the memories of the night before, when Kix walks over to you.  

“Hey sunshine. I’m heading out for a bit, Rex called a meeting. You good on our own?” 

You smile, “Yeah I’m good.” He smiles back patting your shoulder as he heads out, leaving you to all the paperwork you’ve been slowly making your way through.    

After a while of doing paperwork, you figure the largest cup of caf you can find will ease the headache you’ve been dealing with all morning. You leave your desk and make your way to the breakroom only to stop at the sight. Comet, Boost and Sinker are all sitting in the small folding chairs, each drinking a cup of caf with a smirk.  

“Morning Sunshine!” 

“How are you today?” 

“You look pretty!” 

You giggle at them, “What are you guys doing here?” 

Comet chuckles, “proving a point.” 

You raise a brow, “Oh?” 

As if summoned, Wolffe enters the break room looking at the four of you exasperated, “What are you three doing here!?” 

Sinker laughs, “us? Were just here for a cup of caf.” 

“Your right Commander this caf is better than ours,” Boost says smiling.  

“The view ain’t bad either,” Comet comments winking at you.  

You blush looking over at Wolffe who is glaring at his squad, “pain in my shebs, every single one of you!” 

You turn to Wolffe and kiss his cheek, “want one too love?” 

He looks back at you and sighs with a grin, “sure baby girl.” 

Sinker turns to you downing the rest of his caf, “Kix flirt with you every day?”  

You jump looking at him confused, “He’s not flirting. He’s just being friendly that’s how he is.” 

“No, he was definitely flirting.” says Boost.  

You hand Wolffe his mug of caf, eyeing him suspiciously, “is that why you kept coming here for caf?” 

He shrugs taking a sip of his caf and you roll your eyes, “you’re all ridiculous!” 

“Welcome to the wolf pack sunshine, ya better get used to it.”  

You giggle, a warm feeling in our chest. Standing here in this small breakroom surrounded by this squad of clones that became your family, you’ve never been so happy, even with the pounding headache of a hangover.  

Kix enters the room, “Hey Sunshine did you manage to finish the paperwor- Woah!”  

All four clones stand behind you glaring at the medic like the pack of wolves they are. Wolffe slings his arm around your waist and turns your chin toward him, kissing you roughly in front of everyone.  

“Thanks for the caf baby girl. See you later. Boys, let's go!” 

The wolf pack leaves the breakroom glaring at Kix as they go and you just stand there blushing and giggling, knowing you have a pack of wolves to protect you.  

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[kineticallyanywhere]

wip wednesday, why not

[nexus-nebulae]

"why are you so worried abt random accidents, stuff like that rarely ever happens" well you see I'm too disabled to ever evacuate a situation on my own, so I'd rather be a safety advocate now than become a statistic later

[beautifel]

seems like my heart does nothing but break lately

[fappellmoan]

i mean it’s just kinda crazy cause. and forgive me if i sound somewhat spoiled here but. this trip im doing to take more credits and get experience and make connections etc is obviously expensive and i talked abt it with my parents. a lot before trying to do it. and somehow my dad didn’t understand that yk we would have to pay for it. ??? and is putting me in this spot of ‘figuring out what we’re gonna do about it’ and it’s like dude. i mean i’m going i paid for my fucking flights you know i’m. regardless i’ll be there. and i make $10/hr i have not been able to work consistently and when you don’t have thousands and thousands of dollars just sitting there accumulating more interest it doesn’t fucking last. like what exactly do you want me to say? i’ll drain all my accounts and give what little i have to you? tldr my main point here is the only way this man truly shows any kind of affection is through money and since he fucked me up im glad to take advantage of that lol like why wouldn’t i. so to have it thrown back in my face is just um an awful feeling. like im not even worth this to you. this is just too much. it truly does feel like someone put a number on love and im just not up there

[starboygojo]

making up with heian era sukuna after an argument.

The palace bowed to Ryomen Sukuna in fear. But in the inner sanctum beneath the soft canopy of crimson drapes and perfumed air, he bowed only to you.

His favorite. His woman. The others called her concubine. He never did. To him, she was more. His queen without a crown.

You were waiting for him when he entered, seated by the window, moonlight kissing bare skin peeking from your silk robe. You rose slowly, graceful as a dream, and he watched you like he always did. You are the only thing in this cursed world worth worshiping.

“Sukuna,” you greeted, voice soft, but never timid. You two had just finished having a silly argument. You had grown jealous of another concubine. What a foolish move indeed. Your mouth got the better of you before you even realized to think that he was just using her for her intelligence in the neighbouring kingdom.

He didn’t speak. Just closed the distance in three strides, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other slipping around your waist. He kissed you, slow, consuming, lips brushing like a prayer before he deepened it. You melted into him with a sigh, hands resting on his chest, feeling the weight of power and restraint in his body.

He could break you. But he never would.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down as if you were porcelain. Only then did he speak, voice low, reverent.

“You waited for me.”

“I always do.”

You reached for him and he let you untie his robe, let your fingers glide over inked skin and old scars. You touched him like a man, not a god, and that was why he gave you all of him. “Your patience is a virtue i admire the most. What a fool I am.”

He took his time tonight. Sukuna was not a patient man—but with you, he savored.

He kissed down your throat, traced the line of your breasts with his tongue, paused to mouth at the soft skin of her inner thighs. You writhed beneath him, panting, pleading, but he only chuckled, low and dark.

“Beautiful thing. What do you want?”

“You. All of you.”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

He entered your with a slow thrust, groaning as your body welcomed him in. You gasped, fingers curling in the sheets, overwhelmed by the stretch and the heat of him inside you.

Sukuna held your face, kissed you again as he began to move—deep, deliberate, rolling his hips in long strokes meant to drive you mad. He watched you fall apart, drank in every flutter of your lashes, every moan, every desperate whisper of his name.

“You were made for me,” he breathed against your lips. “No one else will ever touch you.”

“No one else could,” she whispered, hips meeting his with growing urgency.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, sweat slicking their skin, hearts thundering in sync. When you came—shaking, gasping—he didn’t stop. He cradled you close, kissed the tears from your cheeks, and fucked you through the aftershocks like he was carving his name into your soul.

When he finally followed you, spilling inside you with a low growl of satisfaction, he stayed buried deep, holding you tightly as if the world might try to steal you away.

“you were jealous.” he said with a tease.

“no, just angry.”

Later, in the silence, your head rested on his chest, listening to the beat of a heart few believed he still had.

He ran a hand through your hair, gently, and murmured the words he never said to anyone else:

“You belong beside me. Not beneath me.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut. “But if I were to be your wife, no other nobles would think highly of you.”

His eyes flickered, the unspoken storm of politics, war, and ancient rules behind them but they softened when he looked at you.

“You’ve slept in my bed. Bled beneath my hands. Carried me in your body and in your eyes. And they still dare call you less.”

“You already are my wife,” he said. “Let the world catch up.”

[brokenmenswhore]

release | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: jace is on the brink of snapping and lashing out toward his mother and her council for their lack of action against the greens, so you give him another outlet for his frustration

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex, jace is a lil rough & feral in this one, threats (reader consents but may appear as noncon/dubcon)

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“And what of those who sent him?” Jacaerys snapped, questioning his mother as they buried yet another body.

He was angry. He couldn’t help but lose people. Everyone around him kept fleeing or dying, and he tried desperately to hold his tongue, but his patience was slipping. War was inevitable, and he was frustrated at his mother’s lack of action toward the opposing force. He wanted revenge, retaliation, and most of all, he wanted to be the one to give it.

As the eldest son, however, he tried not to cause a scene, knowing he played an important role in this war, and hoping that his silence and unwavering support of his mother’s decisions would breed the proper trust that was needed to allow him more involvement and access in the war.

He was evidently tense at council meetings. His tongue was becoming sharper with each sentence related to the war. He couldn’t help it. He pushed through the doors to your chambers, angry and frustrated from the events of the day.

He stopped short when he saw you turn in your chair to face him. Taking a deep breath, the tension in his body dropped. “I need a hug.”

You smiled, standing and approaching him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You remained a step lower than him in the entrance. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I just don’t understand why she won’t do anything,” he began, “I know she doesn’t want this war. I don’t want this war, but it’s happening. We have all lost so much, and it will not stop. Why won’t she do something?”

“Perhaps she believes it can still be avoided,” you responded.

“How much blood from my family must be split before she realizes it can’t?”

Your heart ached for him. You wanted to hold him in the hug forever, curing all his pain and never letting him out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Jacaerys.”

“It is not a fault of yours,” he replied, “it is just exhausting. I wish for a break from all of this, even if just momentary. I feel as if any moment, I may break, and I do not wish to take these frustrations out on my mother or her council. It would only cause the situation to worsen.”

You looked up at him, “then take it out on me.”

“What?”

“Take your frustrations out on me, Jace.”

“You do not deserve such treatment.”

You sighed, “but I am asking for it. Allow yourself to have an outlet. Why else am I here?”

Jacaerys was bewildered, “you are not here for me to take my anger out on. I would not do such a thing.”

“I wish for you to relax. I would not speak the offer if I did not mean it. Please, Jace.”

Jace leaned down to kiss you, initiating a sweet, intimate kiss before his frustrations took over and he deepened the kiss, gripping your thighs, causing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you as you clung to his shoulders, his steps towards the bed shaking you and causing you to nearly fall.

The Velaryon prince was usually quite nice to you, making sure to take things slow and constantly checking in on your comfort and pleasure. He would typically slowly drop your back onto the mattress, but tonight, he quite literally pushed you down, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you into the mattress.

You moaned at the eagerness of it all, Jace’s hands running up and down your side, gripping your waist and pushing your hips down, until your legs were no longer wrapped around his body. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted up your nightdress, his fingers finding their way under your small clothes, not giving you time to ease into it as he began roughly rubbing circles on your clit.

You squealed into the kiss. Jace moved to begin sucking bruises into your neck, his hair falling in front of his face, as he continued to rub you. You couldn’t help but moan, trying your hardest to remain as quiet as possible, since his little brother’s chambers were just a wall away.

“He’s not here,” Jace groaned.

You could barely speak. “What?”

“He’s not in his chambers. He’s out with Arrax. Stop holding back,” Jace demanded, “wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”

This controlling nature was a change, but you didn’t mind it at all. You stopped trying to quiet yourself, a moan of his name leaving your lips as he pushed a finger into you.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “you sound so pretty.”

“T-thank you,” you responded.

Jacaerys didn’t stop curling his finger inside of you, but giggled, “did you just thank me?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“You’re too cute,” he said, breaking his frustrated and controlling demeanor for a second, the compliment making your heart swell as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

He felt you start to squeeze, and he immediately pulled his hand away from you. You sighed in disappointment.

He lifted you from under your arms, shifting you so you were sitting up, as he began to undo his breeches.

“I just wish I could go to King’s Landing,” he started, pushing his small clothes down and allowing his cock to be free, “I’d kill every last one of them.”

He gripped your hair, pushing your face down until it was level with his cock. “Open.”

You did as he told you, opening your mouth as he pushed his cock into your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. He was big, too big to fit completely in your mouth, but you were getting better and better at breathing through your nose to avoid gagging around his cock.

“Not today,” he sighed, “stop holding back or I’ll fuck it out of your throat.”

You listened to him, forgetting everything you know about avoiding gagging, and allowing him to direct your head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every single thrust. You gagged and choked around him, but he didn’t let up.

“They think they’re so big and bad,” he said, breathy from the pleasure of your mouth around him, “if only they were around me. I could take all of them. I could end their whole fucking line.”

He began to thrust his hips at a vicious pace. You had no choice but to take it, trying your best to continue sucking and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.

“I’d end their whole. fucking. line,” he said again, speaking through each thrust and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, get up, I’m not done with you yet,” he commanded, pulling you off of him to stop himself from coming before he wanted to.

You didn’t dare adjust your position without his say so. You sat there waiting for him to put you where he wanted you. He flipped your body over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pulled your hips up to meet his. He took both of your wrists in one hand, locking them behind your back as his other hand guided his cock into your entrance and then moved to your waist as he started rocking into you, pushing you further and further into the mattress.

Your body folded and became weak, as much of you falling into the bed as was possible, the only thing keeping your hips upward was the rough grip Jacaerys had on them. You whined and moaned, your entire body rocking forward with each snap of his hips.

“Seven hells,” he breathed out, his pace never relenting, “are you still okay?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Shit, I hate not being able to hear you,” he said, pulling out of you and flipping your body so you were flat on the mattress, facing him. “That’s better,” he smiled, immediately fucking back into you with no warning.

You cried out, grabbing his face and kissing him through the intensity. He grunted into the kiss, having never fucked you, or anyone for that matter, this hard before. All of his pent up rage and frustration was being taken out on your cunt.

Your back arched off the mattress, Jace taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you even closer to him.

He spoke with every thrust, “I. Want. Revenge.”

“I k-know,” you moaned out.

“I. Want. Fucking. Revenge.”

It was overwhelming, and the intensity with which he was fucking you started to make your head cloudy. “J- Jace, it’s too m-“

Jacaerys cut you off by kissing you, doing everything he can to stop your words. “You can take it, baby.”

“I c-“ the pressure was so intense. You could feel your walls start to squeeze around his cock, and his pace was relentless.

“You can,” he said, looking directly into your eyes, “and you will.”

You nodded and let him continue splitting you open on his cock, dropping your waist down to the mattress again as he fucked into you, hands rough on your waist as they pushed you down.

Your eyes filled with tears. Jacaerys had never seen you like this, crying from the intensity, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead as you writhed under him. He didn’t know he was capable of making you feel like this, and he didn’t know you would look so fucking pretty as a result.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, “I’m close.”

You couldn’t even respond, you just continued to whine and moan under him, watching his face contort as he released inside of you. The final few thrusts of his hips were cruel, his large length hitting that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. Through his high, he could feel you close, and he forced himself to continue pushing in and out of you until you met your climax.

Your legs shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you, your entire body eventually melting into the bed with weakness. Jace waited a moment before pulling out of you, kissing you as he did so.

You tried hard to catch your breath, but it took you longer than you anticipated. Jace, ever so attentive, looked down at you and asked, “you okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I should start making you mad.”

[sayangrafayel]

LADS react to you singing your heart out to a BREAK UP (RAGE) SONG!

Sometimes you can be in a happy and healthy relationship but damn those break up songs are just so good.. you know!? How would the boys react to finding you singing your heart out to the lyrics? 🎤

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb

Sylus

Just watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning! My God, love's embarrassing as hell! (Love Is Embarrassing - Olivia Rodrigo)

You and the twins and Mephi are jamming to the song singing along to it and having a little dance party.

"Sweetie...?" "Oh hi, Sy!" "What is happening here?"

The twins keep trying to scare him into thinking you're actually mad at him, when he finally clarified everything with you, the twins.. well, good luck for them. (Dw you will defend your boys so they won't face harsher punishment)

Xavier

If that was casual then I'm an idiot, I'm looking for an answer in between the lines, lying to yourself if you think we're fine. You're confused and I'm upset but we never talk about it.. (Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter)

You and Xavier were out with your work friends, you guys went to a karaoke bar. You were tipsy when Tara hands you a mic and tell you to sing so you just chose the song you currently like!

Xavier was silent the whole time you were on the mini stage, this happened before, you were tipsy and he picked you up from a bar and you told him how he makes you question everything.. (Xavier's Close Feelings tender moments)

But as you come down you gave him a little hug and smile and he gets reminded that it was in the past, way in the beginning of your relationship. Now, it's simply just a song you like. :)

Rafayel

Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! (Shout Out To My Ex - Little Mix)

He was in one of his boring and long meeting when he scrolled on his phone and see the video on your moment post.

He suddenly left without saying a word and rushed to you.

Called you, screaming and (crying) "HELLO? LAST TIME I CHECKED WE WERE STILL IN A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP!? I LEAVE FOR AN HOUR AND I'M YOUR EX NOW???"

Zayne

Is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together, so I can love you? Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? Or do you just not want to? (Renegade - Big Red Machine, Taylor Swift)

When he heard you singing it his heart sank. What is happening. Why did you suddenly sing that? Did you relate to it? Did you feel that way about him? Did he make you feel that way?

He wanted to talk about it but he was scared of your answer. You weren't wrong. But you weren't right either. It was not anxiety that's stopping him from giving you everything...

He tried to show his affections in words and actions even more the next day and you were so confused, you ask him why and he explained that he's trying to be a better boyfriend, but you tell him he's been the best even before he tried to be more!

(I'm so sorry Zayne girlies the hurt/comfort just felt right here)

Caleb

Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me? You know I'm the one who put you up there. Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could live without me! (Without Me - Halsey)

He saw you singing your heart out during a karaoke on your friends' moment post.

"Sorry, have I been away too much? I should fly back and see you more often, I'm so sorry, honey..."

Drowns you in gifts and of course that forgiveness for Caleb coupon is gonna come out too. You were so confused as to why your boyfriend is acting this way.

[kingdomvel]

Steddie | 3.4k | ao3

five times people don't believe Steve and Eddie are dating + one time they have to

Made the silly post, decided to actually write it

1.

Eddie stops his van in front of Dustin’s house. His was the last stop of the drop off after the dnd session at Gareth’s house. Dustin turns towards Eddie. He is drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the DIO song playing, never still. When Dustin doesn’t move, he turns to look at him with his eyebrows raised.

“Anything wrong, Henderson?”

He is looking at him with his big eyes and Dustin gulps. Even after everything they have been through, Dustin can’t help but feel nervous. There is still this feeling that tells him he has to try to impress Eddie, to be cool enough to be his friend.

“Will you teach me how to play guitar?” Dustin blurts before he chickens out.

Eddie looks at him with surprise, blinking a few times. He was clearly not expecting that question.

“Sure.”

“Wait- really?” Dustin is genuinely surprised. A part of him knew that Eddie wouldn’t say no, but he fully expected some teasing, some ‘what, Henderson, you wanna be like me?’ which. Yes. But he didn’t want Eddie to say it.

“Yeah dude, why not?”

Dustin lets out a delighted laugh and slaps the dashboard. “Yes! Thank you! When are we starting? Any time is good for me-“

“Calm down,” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“What about tomorrow? I can do tomorrow. I will bike to your house after school and you can teach me the basics or-“

“Calm down Henderson,” Eddie repeats louder. Dustin shuts up. “I can’t do tomorrow.”

Dustin’s heart breaks a little. “Why?”

“Because this humble bard has a date with Steve Harrington.” He has a stupid smile on his face when he says it.

There are a couple of seconds of silence and Dustin knows that he is pulling a face.

“Dude, don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” Eddie looks baffled, almost offended, but there is a shiver going down Dustin’s spine.

“Like that! A date? Just say you are hanging out like a normal person.”

He is used to Eddie’s way of saying things, rarely in a normal way, but that was weird. Don’t get him wrong, he is very happy that Steve and Eddie have stopped acting like idiots every time Dustin mentioned the other and that they are hanging out now. But it’s still strange, seeing them actually getting along so well.

“If I’m going to have the King all to myself I am calling it a date.”

“STOOOP! It’s weird.”

“What is it Henderson?” Eddie says in a teasing tone as he leans towards Dustin. “Jealous that me and Steve are giving each other a bit of love?”

“Stop saying it like that!” Dustin screams. This would be so much weirder if Dustin didn’t know he is just teasing him. Maybe it was better when they were not friends.

The front door to his house opens, and Dustin scrambles to get out of the van before his mother can come and embarrass him more. The last thing he hears is Eddie’s crackling laugh.

2.

“Okay, what is happening?” Robin asks as soon as the door closes after the girl that had just rented Back to the Future.

“Something’s happening?” Steve sends a brief look around with a confused frown on his face before he looks at Robin.

“That girl.” Robin gestures to the door for emphasis.

Steve snorts, “yeah. Back to the Future? That’s funny.” He says as he crosses his arms in front of himself.

“That is not what this is about.”

“It’s not?”

“No! She was a babe!”

“Was she?” Steve looks at the door again, like he had not even seen the girl, like it had not even occurred to him to look at the girl. Robin could kill him.

“Yes! She was!”

“Did you want me to set you up with her? Because I will, you know that. Maybe we can have a code for that, you say- I don’t know- ‘have you watched Fast Times?’ and I will put my best wingman skills to use. I will get you a date in no time.”

Steve is the best friend Robin could ask for. He is also incredibly dumb and she is going to strangle him.

“I didn’t want you to set me up with her.”

“What’s the problem then?”

“The problem is that you are Steve Harrington and you didn’t even try to flirt with her! You should have been all over her, trying to get a date or her number. You haven’t been on a date in weeks! And it’s not even that you are striking out like in scoops, you are not even trying Steve. What is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean I haven’t been on a date in weeks, I was with Eddie just yesterday, I told you.” He has this confused frown on his face, like he seriously doesn’t understand where Robin is coming from.

“Steve, hanging out with Eddie doesn’t count as a date. Also, ew, don’t put that image in my head, I know he is our friend now or whatever and that you like hanging out with him but I would hope for you to have better taste than that.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that Eddie? Seriously? Did you see the stains on his mattress?”

Steve pulls a face, like had not thought about it before. “We’ll buy a new mattress.”

Robin looks at him, trying her best to communicate how gross she finds Eddie with her mind. Steve looks back at her with his eyebrows raised, daring her to say something else about Eddie.

The bell at the door interrupts them. It’s not a babe this time, just a normal guy, returning a tape. They act like the professionals they are until he is out of the door again.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I didn’t flirt with him?” Steve asks, his hand gesturing to the door in that annoying way of his.

“No,” Robin says, but Steve doesn’t really wait for her answer before he continues talking.

“I didn’t because I am dating Eddie!”

“No you are not,” Robin answers with a snort.

“Yes I am.” Steve looks completely betrayed. “I am with him almost every day.”

“Oh, I know what is happening.” It’s so clear, so easy to understand now that Steve has said that. She puts her hands on Steve’s shoulders. He looks at her with a frown, a tilt of his head as he uncrosses his arms in confusion. “Steve.” She tries to convey as much seriousness as she can, just so Steve understands what is happening too. “Just because you have realised you like boys and he is gay and you two are hanging out, it doesn’t mean you two are dating.”

“Oh fu-“ he tries to move away from her but she clutches his shoulders tightly.

“You have to learn how to have friends your age, Steve. Remember when you though you liked me? I got away because I don’t like boys, and Eddie does! But that doesn’t mean he is into you!”

Steve rolls her eyes at her. The audacity. He bats her arms away with more easiness than Robin would like to admit. “Whatever.” He just says.

3.

“Steve”

“Mike” Steve answers in the same serious tone. If not a bit confused. Mike had followed him inside when he had come to get some drinks. He can still hear the others in the pool outside.

“I saw you speaking with Nancy.” Mike states. They had been speaking, close, too close. “And Dustin told me you were making eyes at her during the Vecna thing.”

“What?” Steve whispers as he shakes his head while he takes the drinks out of the fridge.

“Anything to say to defend yourself?” Mike asks him. He crosses his arms, tries to put on a serious pose. Intimidating, as much as he can.

“Listen,” Steve starts, he turns towards Mike him and leans back on the counter. He crosses his arms, and it makes Mike shift, conscious of his own crossed arms. He doesn’t like his tone, as if he is talking to a kid. “I know you are still pissy about me dating your sister, for some reason,” he uncrosses one of his arms to say it. “But she is with Jonathan now and I am totally over her.” Mike just squints at him. He doesn’t believe him. Everyone knows that Steve is not over Nancy. “Totally! I mean it. I’m dating Eddie now.” He says it like it’s a question.

Mike snorts. That is the stupidest lie Steve could have come up with to try to get out of this. “As if.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Eddie is too cool to date you.”

“He is too- I’ve saved your life,” he points to Mike.

“Eddie is still cooler.”

Steve takes a deep breath and Mike doesn’t really want to hear what Steve is going to say to defend himself. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything, his mouth closing as his eyes drift someplace behind Mike.

“I was promised beer,” Eddie’s voice comes from behind Mike.

“You’d have it if Mike here hadn’t decided to give me shit,” Steve answers as he moves to open a can of beer and hands it to Eddie when he gets to him.

“Just-“ Mike huffs. “Don’t get any ideas with my sister.” He says it as he points to Steve while he walks back outside.

Mike doesn’t stay to see Steve’s reaction, but he hears Eddie say “anything I should be worried about?” before the noise of the others drowns everything else.

4.

Max and Eleven giggle as the stand outside of the window to Eddie’s room. He is inside, they can see the lump inside the sheets and the mess of curls on the pillow. They look at each other and nod with a grin before they start banging on the window and shouting his name.

Eddie starts on the bed, Max could swear he lifts a few centimetres from the bed she can hear him scream ‘jesus christ’ through the window before he turns towards them with a squint. He sits up on the bed and reaches across to open the window, he is not wearing a shirt, so they have a full view of all his tattoos. It’s not like Max ever wants to see them so close, but she knows El likes them.

“What the FUCK Mayfield,” he asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question. Then, after a second of him squinting and them more. “Mini Hopper.”

Max doesn’t answer, because behind Eddie another lump is raising from the bed and looking at them with a squint. “Max? Is anything wrong?” Steve asks as he rubs his face and hair with the hand that is not currently propping him up.

“I…” Max starts, but she doesn’t continue. Sure, she had seen Steve shirtless at the boat that one time when they were going after Vecna, but it was nighttime and she had to look through some shitty binoculars.

Eddie reaches a hand back to try to push Steve back down, but it doesn’t really work. He just pushes his face, and Steve lets himself be pushed, just for a bit, before he is straightening again.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie says as he snaps his fingers in front of Max. It works on bringing her attention back to him. “Anything wrong?”

Max shakes her head.

“Are you having a sleepover? I also sleep with Max when we have a sleepover,” El asks.

Eddie looks between them for a couple of seconds before he says, “sure we are.”

It just sounds like he just wants to get rid of them.

“You boys are gross, can’t you put a shirt on?” Max asks. Billy was always walking around shirtless too.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Eddie just replies.

“Did anything happen?” Steve insists.

“We had a sleepover,” El says.

“Yeah, gathered that,” Eddie deadpans.

“We came so you will take us out for pancakes.”

Eddie groans as he lets himself fall back on the bed and looks up at Steve.

“I totally blame you for this being my life now, just so you know.”

Steve just laughs and pushes his face to the side. Max pulls a face, their friendship must be one of the weirdest things that has come out of the whole Vecna thing. Steve turns towards them with a stupid smile on his face.

“Go get your things, we will be out in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?!” Eddie protests, but Max and El don’t pay attention to him, already celebrating and running back to Max’s.

The last thing she sees is Steve leaning down towards Eddie with a hand on his face out of the corner of her eye, but she doesn’t really put much thought to it.

5.

Lucas loves having Steve to play with. After all the Vecna stuff, he didn’t really want to hang out with the guys from basketball all that much, so Steve had stepped up. He had bought a hoop for his big driveway for them to practise and everything.

The day is hot, and they have been going at it for hours, so they are both sweaty and tired. They are at Steve’s driveway. It’s just them, sweaty under the sun, and Eddie sitting on a folding chair on the side, for some reason. He was already here when Lucas had arrived, and he had refused to leave. He is on the shade, reading a book, looking way more comfortable than them.

“Pause for drinks?” Steve asks, and Lucas is very happy to agree with him. “Hey!” he yells towards Eddie, he jumps as he looks up. “Don’t think I don’t see you looking at me like a creep. You should be getting us drinks.”

“Sorry sweetheart.” Eddie shouts back as he waves his book.

“Drinks, now.” Steve says with a jerk of his head towards the house.

Eddie drops the book in his haste to stand up and follow Steve inside. They are weird, they act so weird all the time. They should get girlfriends, that way they would maybe stop being weird with each other.

“You want anything, Lucas?” Steve asks as he walks away.

“Just a soda!” Lucas calls out after them.

Steve gives him a thumbs up as he goes through the door.

It’s ten minutes later that Lucas starts to wonder what’s taking them so long. He got tired of practising shoots, and also of sitting down on the grass waiting for them.

The house is blessedly chilly and dark when he comes in.

“Steve?” he calls out.

He walks towards the kitchen. There is sound coming from it, shuffling. When he gets close enough to the kitchen he hears Eddie speak quietly.

“Were you afraid your neighbours might see, big boy?”

“Shut up,” Steve answers. Then there are some wet sounds and when Lucas comes into the kitchen Steve is all over Eddie and-

“DUDE!” Lucas screams. Steve jumps away from Eddie. “What are you doing? What if Robin had seen you?”

Steve looks around. “What?”

“Dustin said you like Robin, what if she was here and she saw you…” he can’t even describe what they were doing, he just knows that if some girl saw that, she would never consider dating Steve.

“I don’t want to date Robin, why does everyone think I want to date Robin?” Steve says.

Lucas doesn’t answer. He just looks at Steve. If it’s not Robin, it’s Nancy, for sure. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her, or anyone.”

Eddie laughs like a maniac, Lucas just squints at him and goes to grab his soda.

+1

Robin is not sure how they have ended up here. At the Hideout. On a Tuesday. With all the kids and Eddie’s band helping them get ready before even the freaking owner has arrived. She doesn’t know what about Eddie he thought was reliable enough to give him the keys to the bar, but she guesses it’s ‘I don’t want to go work early because some teenagers want to set up their instruments to play their shitty music’. It works for them though, because the kids had been saying how much they wanted to see them play, but they are not allowed to come into the bar when it’s open, so they have come extra early so they can listen to a couple of songs before people start arriving.

“Hey lovebirds!” A voice shouts. It’s one of Eddie’s bandmates. Gareth, Robin thinks he is called. “Stop being disgusting and come here so we can start?”

Robin turns to look for who he could be calling out for. Nancy and Jonathan have not come today, and everyone is in the stage area, everyone except…

“Did you just call Steve and Eddie lovebirds?”

“Yeah, since they started dating they’ve been unbearable.”

“DATING?” Dustin shrieks beside them.

“Shit, sorry, was that supposed to be a secret?” Gareth asks, and he sounds genuinely scared. Robin would normally appreciate it but-

“Oh, you think they are actually dating?” Dustin asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question, more like a realisation.

“Aren’t they?” Jeff asks.

“No, no, it’s just Eddie saying weird things.” Dustin dismisses, but Robin is frozen in place, the cogs in her mind turning.

“You are not dating?” Gareth asks to the side and yep, there Eddie and Steve are, now close to them. Eddie has his arm around Steve’s shoulder and they are leaning against each other.

Shit.

“We are,” Steve says easily. “They just don’t believe us.” Eddie bumps his head against Steve’s and he moves his head slightly away with an annoyed look that looks more fond than anything else.

Robin and Dustin are gaping at them and, from the sudden quiet around them she guesses the rest are too.

“Wait you two are actually dating?!” Lucas voice comes from behind them. “But Dustin said you weren’t going out with anyone because you liked Robin?”

That shakes Robin out of it, if only to turn around and say, “Ew, no.” Doesn’t matter who he is talking to.

“And I told Mike and Robin I was dating Eddie,” Steve says. “And you saw us kissing.”

“Yeah but- I don’t know.”

Eddie’s bandmates are now dying of laughter, Robin can’t even blame them.

“How was I supposed to believe you were telling the truth!” Robin exclaims. That provokes more laughs.

“Wait,” Max intervenes. “So that day you were sleeping together without a shirt…” She trails off, but they all see in her face what she just realised. “Gross!”

“Oh shut up Mayfield,” Eddie says. “I saw you looking at my boyfriend’s tits.”

That shuts Max up.

“You really are dating Steve?” Mike asks.

“Yes, and no stupid comments or your character is dead Wheeler.” Eddie states, pointing to Mike with the arm that is not around Steve.

And that shuts Mike up with a huff and a shake of his head.

“So you two are boyfriends?” El asks. “I think that’s cute.”

“Thanks El,” Steve says.

“I can’t believe you got with a boy before I got with a girl!” Robin exclaims. “And I didn’t know!”

“You would have known if you had believed me!” Steve exclaims back.

“Well sorry for thinking about your dating record and drawing conclusions.”

“Okay, okay,” Gareth interrupts them. “As funny as this is, we need to start now if we want to play anything before the owner arrives.”

“Let’s get this party going,” Eddie exclaims. He moves away from Steve to grab his guitar, and then goes back to Steve and kisses him on the lips. Actually kisses him on the lips in front of everyone, and Steve doesn’t really react except from a smile because why would he? They have been boyfriends for weeks apparently. “Be back in a minute sweetheart.”

Robin fake gags.

Steve moves to stand next to Robin. He has this shit eating grin on his face that Robin can’t stand.

“Shut up,” she says.

Eddie is on the stage now, looking at them with a stupid smile on his face. She should have known they were dating.

“Told you so,” Steve just says.

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Thinking about Sevika with a reader she thought was a bit on the innocent side finding out reader has her nipples pierced 🫠

Ok why have I never thought of this before? I love this request 🤫

Heaven Sent

Sevika x Female Reader

Cw: Hyper fem bartender! reader (the bartender part has little to no impact on the plot?). Sex: thigh riding, nipple play, biting.

On my soul if a man interacts. I will actually wage war.

Proofread || Note: I AM SOOO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, guys I’ve been so flipping busy it’s not even a joke anymore.

She thought you were an angel sent just for her. Walking around with a sense of femininity that reeled everyone in. It was the change in tone you directed at her; she thought you were into her. Mainly because you seemed to show the same interest back, as friends or not she thought of it as a win.

One thing that stuck to her was how “innocent” you looked. Even working at a bar— The Last Drop— you looked as if you’d never touched an inch if intimacy before. Sevika wasn’t fully understanding of why she thought of you in that way, but she did. To be frank, it was a turn on.

In the back of her mind, she liked thinking about ruining you. About feeling the skin you had hid underneath your delicate clothing. About showing you what else there was to life. About giving you pleasure; until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

Eventually, she came around to talking to you. Having friendly conversations and making you laugh with her dad jokes. The woman always found your laugh.. lively, adorable, the way your nose would scrunch and you’d hide your face. It made her feel a sense of pride, knowing she could make someone like you smile.

But, the thing she was completely unaware of was that you weren’t the sweet, heaven sent angel she thought of you as. There was much more under your layered top that would have her jaw drop, and you wanted to see it for yourself.

You both knew there was something much deeper than a friendship, and on a slow night at The Last Drop, that tension was able to break.

You grab your purse, throw it over your shoulder, and walk towards the door. Sevika was busy with poker, winning every damn round and pissing off the men that surrounded the small table. But, as her eyes laid on you walking towards the exit, she surrendered to the men and decided to walk you home. It was the least a “friend” could do, right?

Wrong.

She ended up crashing her lips against yours and pinning you against your fluffy, cool sheets, flesh hand gripping your arch as she had you flush against her chest. You didn’t know how you ended up where you were now, but in all honesty you didn’t seem to give a shit. You’d had a huge crush on the woman atop of you for months, and finally having her touch you was the direction you’d been aiming for— and you got it.

Sevika’s dark lips planted kisses down your neck, marking your shoulders with hickeys. Just to let everyone know the pretty thing underneath her was.. well, her’s. Your palms were sweaty, heart was racing, and your face felt hot. Don’t get yourself started on your needy little cunt. There wasn’t anything convincing you to stop, everything was just perfect. The way she handled you, placing you on her lap. You were convinced you’d get laid, and it turned out that that was exactly what happened.

Without an utter, Sevika stripped you of your clothes. Bra bra and panties the only things left, causing her grey eyes to roam over your figure. With you straddling her, the woman was sure to lose control at any given moment. Which, made the situation further more intimate— thrilling. In a way.

She used her mech arm to steady herself, and that was it’s only purpose for she wouldn’t let it anywhere near you. With her flesh hand pressed against the small of your back, she pulled you closer. Chest against chest, you were sure she’d feel your piercing against her. But, no, she didn’t seem to. Too caught up in the moment? You thought so. A laced bra covering the metal that pierced through your skin, you let her kiss down to it, her fingers fiddled with the latch as she tried taking it off. The woman was struggling.

“Can’t do it?” Your voice hummed through her, and she scoffed. “Surprised you can’t take off a bra, Sev,” you teased, she gave you an eye roll in response before tossing your bra aside. “I’m not an—“ her silver eyes landed on your chest and she barely stopped her jaw from dropping. Her attention was fixated on the metal that pierced through your hardened nipples, the sight of it making her mouth, noticeable, run dry. Sevika was silent for a moment, and that moment felt like an eternity. She just stared, absolutely mesmerized by the sight. “What?” Your voice broke through the silence and she smugly chuckled, lips curled into a smirk afterwards. “Y’didn’t tell me about these,” her thumb pressed against your bud as she felt around; causing you to bite back a moan. “You never asked?” Was what she got in return, it was meant to be a tease but only ended up slipping out as a sigh.

“What’s next? You got your kitty pierced?” Her teeth sunk into your shoulder as she pressed your cunt against her front, mech arm gripping onto your thigh. Sevika wasn’t planning on using her prosthetic, but now having realized you weren’t as innocent she had thought, she wouldn’t hold back. Maybe even break you. “No, actually. I.. I don’t,” her flesh fingers gave your nipples a pinch. And, for a second, it felt like everything had begun to spin. You were uneasy in the best way possible.

Her taller figure leaned down against you as she kissed her way down to your chest, each peck hot and breathy until she wrapped her dark lips around you. Your eyes watched her as she ran her tongue over your nipples, licking the metal all the while gently sucking. Your body, from head to toe, was heated. On fire from her heavenly touch, even the way she pressed against you. You’d never been so close to the woman, only ever been given a tap or a shove. Nothing like this, and, boy, was it good.

“Does it hurt?” Eyes fixated on your right tit as her flesh hand kneaded your left. You shake your head at her question, barely able to keep yourself from loosing control. The woman, on the other hand, was enjoying having you in her mouth, just feeling all over your bud was enough to arouse herself. With a swift, steady movement, Sevika pressed her thigh against you; your cunt, more specifically. She let you rub your heat and work for your own orgasm. The woman even guided you, hand gripping your ass as she helped your hips rock. “Y’ever done this?”

“Have I ever.. done this?” You echoed, trying to wrap your mind around the question all the while trying to focus on the friction between your thighs. Both tasks left you hazy innthe head. This,” she gently bit down on your nipple; which you breathlessly moaned at. “I.. I guess?” You weren’t up to Sevika’s level, who had seen countless pussy with her fourty years of experience. The woman knew her shit, making you spread wider all the while attacking your bare skin. She seemed to be a beast in bed, biting onto your neck and leaving marks, even bruising your shoulder as a result of your pretty little noises. She enjoyed them deeply, even smirking proudly everytime she heard them escape.

Almost everything she did had you in a trance; her humm of approval against your neck, her grip on your ass, her breath tickling your sensitive skin, even her silver eyes; that were focused on you. She watched as your jaw dropped, lips parted, and eyes become lidded. Every bit of your reaction had her in a chokehold, especially knowing that the girl she once saw as an angel was now straddling her thigh, moaning in her ear, was as wet as water, and was rocking rubbing against her. It was something she found too attractive to not comment on, “pretty girl enjoying herself?” She murmured, knowing full well you were. “Mm-hm, I am, Sev, I am,” nonetheless your answer made her feel fuzzy— though she hid that from you, hid the fact that you made her all mushy, all soft.

You continued your grind against Sevika, rubbing back and fourth until you felt your orgasm pooling. Her every touch, brush, made every hair on your body stand. Every kiss, suck, bite, and grip left you with a clouded feeling. The release would be too good, you practically craved it. Growing desperate and needy, you rub harder. Your clit pulsed for more, a finger up your cunt possibly. “Uh-huh, look a’you. Such a cute little thing.” The woman purred, pressing her dark lips against yours. They held a sense of tenderness, too soft to be rough but too strong to be gentle. Even when her tongue ran over your bottom lip, it was as if she didn’t know how much you wanted. How much you could handle, even.

But, when your sweet, much needed orgasm finally hit, it was like every fiber in you screamed for the woman giving you pleasure. You clung to her; hands gripping her dark hair, face burried and nuzzling into her, and your hips lightly shuddering against hers. She’d gladly help you ride out your high. She wrapped her flesh arm around your waist as her mech helped the two of you keep balance, she pushed you to rock further until she was certain you were finished.

Heavily breathing and deeply satisfied, you kept close. Sevika, feeling the need to show affection, shifted the two of you on your sides. Her mech over your waist, flesh under your head, the woman kept you warm and comfortable. Never forgetting to pepper that precious face of yours with kisses, the type of kisses that get your heart to skip a beat. “You can ride.” She teased, entangling her fingers with your hair and brushing through. Carefull to not tug, pull. “I could do more than.. that.” Was your smug reply.

“More? ‘Least catch your breath, doll. I bet I could have you knocked out in a few.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

And thwn yo gust get married and have 8 kids.