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gojosprettyprincess · 3 months ago

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STUCK IN THE WASHING MACHINE TROPE WITH STEPBROTHER BAKUGOU!!!

SMUT, Stepcest, dubcon in the beginning, Creampie, dumbification, anal play, he's aged up to 19, dirty talk, heavy degradation and Bakugou is really really mean cause he's Bakugou duh, slight daddy kink, some bad grammar bc it's not proofread. MINORS DNI!!!!

Word count - 2350

A/n - I have no idea how someone can possibly get stuck in a washing machine but just pretend you can😔🙏

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"Katsuki Katsuki! Holy fuck are you deaf or something?! I'm stuck!" you yelled at the top of your lungs as you tried your very best to wiggle yourself out from the washing machine opening. You can't even remember how you got yourself into this fucking mess, you were just trying to look and see if there were any more clothing pieces left behind because you've been noticing a few of your panties have gone missing the past few days and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where you barely have any left to wear, you assumed it's because you accidentally kept leaving them in the washing machine and now somehow your fucking stuck.

Heavy substantial footsteps were heard loudly outside the room before the wooden door went flying open, causing the doorknob to hit against the wall, causing a loud bang, "The fuck do you want, can't you see I'm tryna fucking play?" the annoyed blond growled at you.

"Shut up and get me the fuck out" You yelled annoyed, while kicking your legs back to get his attention.

"Woah some mess you got yourself into, sweetheart" he smirks slyly while analyzing the situation, staring down at your pretty ass poking out of the washing machine, barely even covered by those tight slutty shorts you always wore around the house that never failed to make his cock rock hard.

"Oh please, just shut up and get me out already", you kicked your feet back hoping that he was behind you so it would hit him. "I don't think that's how you speak to someone you're trying to get help from, princess".

You rolled your eyes at the annoying pet names he always calls you every fucking time but you've grown used to it by now but the constant teasing was so fucking annoying. "Listen are you going to help me or not?".

"That depends princess, are you gonna beg me to or not?" you wanted to punch him in the face so fucking badly, imagining the shit-eating grin he definitely has plastered on his face right now. "Your so fucking annoying! No way go to hell!" you yelled.

"Oh yeah? Is that so"

He chuckled as he bent down behind you, eyes fixated on the way the thin material hugged your ass cheeks so tightly and delicious, you're so vulnerable in this position, he could keep you there and pound your slutty little holes for hours and hours if he wants to—which is probably what he's gonna do anyways.

He pressed the pad of his thumb against your damped crotch, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he watched the way your body jolted unexpectedly.

"Wha-what are you doing! You sick fuck??" you screamed as you tried to wiggle your ass away from his hold. "Oh, come on princess, let's have some fun yeah? You might even like it" he teases before tugging down your tiny shorts, just to be greeted with your glistening dripping cunt. A string of your slick connects to the crotch of the shorts before snapping away as he pulls it down to your knee. He groaned as his eyes took in the delicious sight in front of him, "No panties? And your fucking dripping, you probably planned this out and did this purposely just so I can come and see you like this, dirty fucking slut" he lands a harsh slap on your right ass cheek as you closed your eyes in embarrassment when you realized you're basically fucking exposed to him.

"Go to fucking hell you perv" You snapped back at him, "Oh yeah? I'm the perv?, I'm not the one fucking soaked and dripping onto the floor sweetheart". He laughs mockingly.

His dick was painfully hard and eager, straining to be released from his sweatpants, what can a man do? It's not his fault his dumb little stepsister always runs around the house with those tight little booty shorts, ass almost fully exposed, basically begging to be pounded and now he has his chance so why not take it?

He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, thick perfectly curved dick slaps against his abdomen as pre cum oozes out of the angry red tip, he grips his fist around it before pumping himself a few times while circling your clit with his thumb, "Pretty little cunt you got here princess, been hiding this from me this whole time?"

"S-stop it Katsuki, this is wrong! You're my stepbrother, we can't do this!" you whined, it's so fucking wrong and fucked up and you sure as hell knew that, you just can't help but feel your needy cunt throbbing and yearning for more, it's only natural right?

Before you could even process anything else you felt his angry tip lining up at your entrance, his thick cock head bullying and prying it's way into your weeping tight hole before he shoves it all the way in unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you as you hissed at the sudden pain.

"Hahh fuckk- Katsuki slow down!" you moaned as he starts thrusting his hard cock in and out of you like it was his mission to bruise and mark up your silky walls with his tip, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he stretches out your poor cunt with his fat girth, splitting that pretty little cunny in half as it drips all over him. "Holy fuckk you're so fucking tight hah- shitt" he hisses as your pussy clenches around him snugly, tightest cunt he ever fucked for sure.

He started pounding you harder, gripping the oversized T-shirt you wore as he rammed himself in the tight warm space between your thighs.

"Stupid little slut, is this what you need to shut that annoying little mouth of yours, my dick pounding this little pussy?" he took a mental note to give you exactly what you wanted when you're acting up and being a little bitchy brat to him. "Sh-ut up katsu-" shit you couldn't even form proper words to even say his fucking name, "You're the fucking worse fuh-ckk" you moaned out of pleasure. You can't even lie his cock was the best you've ever had and it's only been minutes since he started fucking you so that surely says a lot, his tip was grazing against the right spots in your hole, it's like his dick knew all the parts in cunt that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head and he was stretching your stuffy cunt with his cock soo good, it turnt you into a moaning mess.

"Oh yeah I know my cock is good you little slut, Gonna fuck you so stupid with it, you won't ever think about another guy's dick other than your stepbrother's" he smirks as he lands a hard slap on your ripped ass, watching the way the thick flesh jiggles against him, bouncing back against his pelvis as he drills himself so fucking deep inside of you. You're his little glory hole, he can stuff you full and deep of his seed and use your tight pussy for hours and fuck you so dumb that you can't even think for the rest of the week if he wants to.

He circles his thumb over your neglected butthole, the puckered hole fluttering against the pad of his thumb as he notices the way your moans got sweeter and louder at the gesture. He won't be surprised if you're a slut for anal he snooped through your room a shit ton of times looking for your dirty cum-stained panties he uses to jerk off to, to know that you have several jeweled anal plugs hidden away in your drawer.

"Mmm want me to put it in baby?" he teases, adoring the way the pink ring flutters on his thumb, soo eager and hungry to be stuffed and played with, "Ye-yes pleasee!" you hiccupped, purposely winking your hole for him desperately as a form of inviting him. "Heh, how cute" he mumbled before gathering your slick from your clit to rub it on the tiny rim before slowly sinking it in little by little. He groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing around his cock as your hungry asshole swallows his thumb into the hilt.

Heavy balls slapping against your clit as your eyes roll back to the back of your head as if you were possessed or something- or maybe you were, possessed by his fucking cock hitting your favorite spots in your hole that had you seeing stars. His cock was so fucking good, mushroom tip kissing your cervix with every single one of his mean thrusts. "Fuck wish I could play with those pretty tits" he groans, head falling back as he moans, your cunt felt like fucking heaven, so warm and tight just for him.

"Kat-Katsuki m' so close" you moaned as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach building up, "Yeah? That fast? My cock is that good huh?".

You let out a porn star-worthy moan when you felt his thick thumb sliding in and out of your tight bullied walls, matching the rough brutal pace of the pounding he was giving your poor pussy. He lifts up one of his legs and plants his feet flat on the floor so he can drill deeper into your cunt, "Fuckk yes daddy- don't stop fuck! Please don't stop" you cried out as you felt yourself approaching your release.

He chuckled mockingly, "Daddy huh? You're such a fucking dirty whore ya know that?" he slapped your ass so fucking hard that his handprint was definitely branded on your ass cheek, "Didn't know my dear little stepsis was such a cock-hungry slut, what'd ya think mom would say if she found out her innocent daughter was milking her stepbrother's cock and calling him daddy hm? Always knew you were a whore" he smirks as you whimpered and dripped to his mean words.

He pulled his thumb out of your butthole slowly and then groaned when he saw the delicious little gape he created. He brought his thumb up to his mouth before sucking it, gathering spit onto the finger then circling it around the gaped hole.

"Fuckk would you look at that, she's all prepped and ready for my cock, maybe after I'm done stuffing your cunt, I'll fill this one up too, bet you'll fucking like that", you felt his cock throbbing like crazy in your pussy as he imagined stuffing both of holes with his bitter cum and having you all plugged up n pretty with his seed deep in your asshole and the only thing keeping it in is the princess plug you have hidden away in your drawer- buried deep inside your ass.

You almost screamed when you felt him stabbing his cock into your cunt even harder, strong hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still as he rams his hips against yours. The friction of his heavy balls slapping your clit made it feel even better as your cunt clenches around his cock, threatening to milk his balls into your pussy. You're not surprised that Bakugou was this good at fucking, after all, he was really fucking sexy and built, of course he had a lot of experience. You cried out when you felt his fingers rubbing harsh harsh circles on your clit, "Come on slut, need ya to cum on my cock, don't make me repeat myself" he grunts, head falling back when he feels your cunny squeezing around his cock soo much fucking tighter. You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. His thrust was so fucking brutal, it's like he has some fucking personal problem and is taking it out on your poor cunt.

Before you could process anything else, you were gushing all over his pretty cock, warm liquid squirting all over his abs and pelvis and he continues pounding you through it, he lets out a slurpy moan while laughing, "Fuckk yeah that's it baby that's it, Gooddd girl" he thrusts got sloppier and sloppier when he felt his balls tightening. He didn't expect you to fucking squirt and make a mess all over him so it drove him fucking crazy.

You felt his cock twisting against your tight walls, assuming he was about to cum. Fuck, you felt so lifeless. The only thing holding you up was Katsuki's strong grip on your waist and the washing machine because you can't even think right now, your mind fully fucking clouded with his cock bullying your poor insides, splitting your sweet cunny apart. Fuck he's so mean, you shivered when you felt his fingers digging deep into your waist.

"Fuck m'gonna cum, gonna stuff this slutty cunt so full of my seed, it'll come right out your mouth bitch" he hisses before emptying his balls in your pussy, thick ropes of cum filling up your cumdump of a hole as you cried out when you felt his angry tip pushing the cum further and further into your cunny, making sure to stuff you full and not let any of it leak out or you'd have to lick it up.

He chuckles darkly when he hears you're out of breath whimpers. "Is this what you needed? A good little filling to shut that pretty mouth of yours? Because if it's dick you need to function properly you know where to find me baby" he chuckles, slowly pulling out his still-hard cock, being sooo careful that none of the cum drips out. He lines his tip up at the entrance of your butthole, smearing the cum onto the hole as it winks at him.

"Ready for the other filling?"

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talaok · 1 year ago

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Heyy, first, I'd like to say that I really love your writing, keep it up!

And I'd like to make a request, I know we all went crazy over Pedro on SNL (he looked so handsome!!!), and I would love to read a Pedro x Reader behind the scenes of the show, her watching, supporting, and being proud of Pedro, and then the two of them going out together to the SNL after party, dancing, kissing, enjoying each other's company, very fluffy, and a bit of smut at the end?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

warnings: very very faint allusion to smut

a/n: he did look handsome and thank you so much love <3 (and yes this ask skipped the line bc as always it wouldn't have made sense for me to post it in two weeks)

It was incredible how nervous he was. He'd done this already, and yet he was acting like a kid like at his first recital.

"you're gonna do amazing baby" you promised, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek "Now go out there and have fun"

His eyes anxiously danced around your face

"my heart's beating so fast" he huffed a laugh

"I know" you smiled, stoking his cheek "but remember, you have nothing to be scared of, you've done this already, and you were amazing at it, so just relax"

"ok" he took a breathy sigh "yeah, you're right. I can do this"

"that's it" you grinned, but before you could say anything more he was kissing you like it was the last time he ever could.

"Pedro?" his assistant's voice brought you back to reality "It's time"

You smiled as he leaned away.

"I love you" he promised, the honesty of that statement shining through his eyes

"I love you too baby" you murmured "Now go!" you said, giving him a playful push "Break a leg!"

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As you already knew, everything went perfectly smoothly, he and Bad Bunny were an amazing duo, and you could just see how well they got on even with the cameras off.

The monologue was perfect, and you didn't miss any opportunity to cheer and laugh every time you could, but as much as you'd loved it... nothing could top the Ms. Flores sketch.

You loved it last time, and you loved it this time too.

Even just seeing him in the costume made you laugh (you had filled your camera roll with photos of him) but then combined with the actual sketch... it was just perfection.

You almost didn't want him to change, you kind of liked the constant teasing of calling him mama and telling him just how sexy he was, but unfortunately, he did change.

Imagine what a look that must have been for the afterparty instead of that old shirt he wore everywhere.

But then again, considering how much he was sweating from the dancing maybe it was a good call.

"thank you for tonight" he spoke over the music, as the song changed to a slower one "I couldn't have done it without you sweetheart"

"oh stop" you rolled your eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you swayed to the music "You would have been amazing regardless." you smiled "I'm surprised they haven't offered you a role as a permanent part of the cast yet"

"No I'm serious" he laughed softly "I don't know if I would have gotten on that stage without you"

"baby..." you cooed, touched by his words "I love you. I'm always gonna be there for you"

"and me for you" he murmured, before kissing you.

You could only vaguely feel everyone around you and hear the music, it was just you and him.

He always made you feel like that.

"I've just realized I was so anxious for tonight that I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet," he said, making you blush faintly.

"You look beautiful too" you murmured, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips "Not as much as you did when you were dressed as Ms. Flores, but you're not so bad"

He couldn't help but laugh at that

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"nope" you chuckled, earning another kiss, this time deeper and much... hungrier.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hand on your back started traveling dangerously low.

"baby-"

"you're gorgeous sugar"

you bit down a grin at that

"I know that look"

"what look" he silenced you with another kiss "I'm not doing anything" he breathed, his lips now on your neck

And as much as you weren't completely conscious of everyone around you, a part of your brain still was.

"I think it's time we go home baby" you whispered

"yeah" he nodded, meeting his lips with yours again "Yeah I think it is"

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thebearer · 8 months ago

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willow attempting to scare richie but when tho she poorly hid herself and he could see her he still acts like she’s the scariest

he's so good at it too.

fak actually might be better because he really goes there.

so one time, when teddy was a teeny toddler, she was going through a 'scaring' phase. she wasn't very good at it, thankfully, but she loved to 'scare' people.

she'd run ahead and hide around corners, and pop out at you or carmen or whoever, then die of laughter lol. it was honestly cute, and so you and carmen just let it happen bc it's cute? and she's little? and she's not hurting anyone- everyone knows when she's 'hiding' she's not very good at it lol.

anyways, so one day, at the restaurant she's helping richie and fak 'set up' and decides she's going to 'scare' them. she hides behind a booth, and richie's like grinning, looks at fak, "watch this." he mutters. "aye, neil, you see teddy anywhere?" real loud and dramatic, and they can hear her giggling.

fak blinks like ??? "yeah, richie, she-she's right ther-"

"-hey, don't be a jagoff, alright? what's the matter with you?" richie hisses, rolling his eyes. "neil, do me a favor and, uh, will you check behind that booth? make sure the tables good?" loud and dramatic again.

neil is so confused but walks over, right as he's turning, teddy jumps out with a "boo!" giggling and excited. richie gives a loud "oh! you gto me! you scared me, kid, where were you?" because he's richie. he's silly and a little dramatic.

neil on the other hand... he just blinks at her. "the tables fine, richie."

teddy's little face falls and she's pouty and it's no longer fun in there, so she goes to find carmen or you or tina or someone fun.

"the fucks the matter with you?" richie throws a hand up. "you tryna be a jerkoff? huh? you know that's cousin's kid? what? you got a problem with him? with her? because you know, neil geoff, that's my god daughter right there, and if we've got an issue you-"

"-no, no, no, no. what? richie? no." neil's backed up away from a furious richie.

"then why are you bein' a dickwad right now? why would you do that, huh?"

"i'm not being a dickwad!"

"you're definitely bein' a dickwad. teddy pretends to scare you, and you- you what? you're not gonna pretend to be scared? for a kid? your cousin's kid? c'mon you-"

"-richie, i could see her." fak scoffs. "she didn't scare me. i could see her the whole time."

richie just blinks at him because honestly he is at a loss for words. "you... you're a fucking moron."

"hey! you can't call me that-"

"-no i can and i will. what's the matter with you? of course you can see her. you think i couldn't? you pretend to be scared, you cazzone. play it up." richie huffs.

and neil takes that personally.

the next time teddy does it, neil wants to make up for the fact that he didn't give such a big reaction.

she hides, and when she jumps out, neil screams. like a final girl, horror movie kind of scream.

"teddy! you scared me! oh my god, oh my god! you scared the shi- i mean, you scared me!"

and he really thinks he's done a good job, and in a way he has.

except it scared the shit out of teddy this time.

she freezes, face falls in fear because he screamed really loud and scared her. everyone's there in a matter of seconds, scared by the scream.

"what? what's the matter? what happened?" carmen is panicking, even more so when teddy is sobbing towards him. "what's wrong? you alright? you alright? richie, what the- what happened?"

"you're a fucking moron." richie snarls, walking over to carmen.

"what? what did i do now? you told me to play it up! richie!" fak follows him, feeling guiltier than before.

he has a lot of time to practice. by the time willow comes around, he's perfected the in between of being realistically scared... to a toddler's standards lol. fak's actually pretty good at it by then, can really play it up to get her giggling and happy.

#thebearer #bearblahs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto fluff #dad!carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #dorothea “teddy” berzatto #willow natalia berzatto #richie jerimovich #neil fak

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hard launch ˏˋ°•*⁀ caitlin foord x cooney-cross!reader, social media

part one: soft launch is here

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ihave-atummyache · 1 year ago

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unlocking

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: a new discovery changes the trajectory of your relationship forever.

18+!!! filthy nasty smut and i dont wanna put warning bc i dont wanna ruin anything. plus i can do whatever i want tehe

-OT8

11k words (i need to be sedated)

Chan- daddy kink

It started out as a joke.

Yet here you are, getting pounded into relentlessly and screaming it out, certain the neighbors can hear exactly what you and your boyfriend, Chan, are doing.

"Who is making you feel like this?" He asks, not bothering to slow down his bruising pace.

"Y-you, daddy," you hoarsely reply and he chuckles behind you, pleased with your response.

But how did you get in this situation?

"You two both suck. I'm never allowed to have any fun around here," Jisung complains and you and Chan both roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"It's not fun when we are the ones having to go behind you and clean the kitchen that you absolutely demolished," Chan replies and you laugh when Jisung crosses his arms.

"Yes, dad. Sorry, dad," he turns to face you too, "Sorry, mom. I'll never misbehave again," Jisung has sarcasm dripping from his voice before he turns and walks back to his room, closing the door a little too hard for Chan's liking.

"No slamming doors!" Chan scolds and you can practically see Jsiung mocking Chan under his breath, causing you to let out a chuckle.

"There ya go, daddy. You show him!" you laugh out and pat Chan on the shoulder. You don't notice that he stiffens slightly at the words until you are snuggling back into his side.

"What's wrong? What happened?" You inquire, immediately sitting back up but he shakes his head and pulls you back down into his side so you can't see the red growing on his face.

"N-nothing. Just thinking about something," he pitifully excuses and you chuckle again. You lean into his side and rest your arm on his thigh, your elbow brushing against something hard in his pocket- oh.

Then it clicks.

"Did getting called daddy turn you on?" You ask after a few moments of silence between you two, just the T.V. playing some show.

"W-what?"

"You heard me..." you pause, trailing off before continuing and deciding to test your theory, "...daddy," you add on and sit up to face him.

He isn't hiding it well and his arousal is written all over his face. His pupils blown out, a flush on his skin, his teeth chewing down onto his plush lip. He lets out a sigh and looks down at his now hard cock in his pants.

"It would appear that way," he decides to confess and then inches closer to you, placing a hand a little too high on your thigh, "Why? Do you like it, y/n?" he asks and you immediately nod.

"Oh yeah? You like the idea of calling me daddy while I ruin that pretty pussy?" he asks, his hand on your thigh sliding up slightly, resting at the hem of your shorts.

"Mhm. I do, daddy," you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, throwing one leg on either side of him. As you straddle him, you lock your lips and the make out immediately turns sloppy.

Chan places his hands on your hips and guides you across his hard cock in his pants, the friction causing you to moan into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist and stands, making you wrap your legs around him, then you're being laid down on his bed and before you know it, his head is between your thighs.

"Mmm, daddy. You're gonna make me cum," you groan out, grinding into Chan's mouth and he smirks, pulling away.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he asks, kissing back up your body. You let out a whine of annoyance at him stopping right before you reach your high.

"Meanie," you mumble out as he reaches your neck, placing kisses along your collarbone and he pulls away, looking you into your eyes.

"That isn't my name," he prompts you and you blush a little at the intense eye contact, but also feel your arousal between your legs growing.

"What my name, princess?" he asks and your mouth runs dry. You gulp as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance and teasing your clit.

"D-daddy," you stutter out and he starts to slide in, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"Louder." He demands as he pushes all the way inside of you then pulls out so only his tip is in. You wiggle your hips down, trying your best to get him back inside but a firm hand on your hip stops you.

"Daddy, please?" you beg, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

"I said, louder," he repeats himself before slamming completely into you, making you let out a moan but instead of his name, like you usually moan, the nickname comes out.

"Ah, daddy!" you almost yell out and then he's drilling into you like there's no tomorrow, making you have your first orgasm of a very, very long night. He fucks you through it before he pulls out completly, letting you catch your breath.

“Flip over, baby girl,” his tone is soft but his words are demanding. You sit up on your elbows, and turn around, shakily sitting up on your hands and knees.

Chan presses a kiss to your shoulder blade then one to the side of your head before he sits back up behind you and rubs his hands down the small of your back and the curve of your ass.

“Are you ready? Do you want more of daddy’s cock, princess?” he prompts you with a soft slap to your ass and you nod.

“Yes, daddy. I want your cock,” you parrot him and he laughs, sliding into you from behind and starts drilling into you again. You can’t even form coherent words or thoughts at the overwhelming pleasure.

One of his hands reaches above you and he grabs a hold of the headboard in front of him, steadying himself and you can’t help but fall onto your chest at the force he is fucking into you.

“Who is making you feel like this?”

“Y-you, daddy,”

Lee Know- spit

You and Minho were having a walk and decided to stop and sit on a bench, looking over some grass. It was a cool autumn day and the wind was blowing but it was still very pretty.

The wind had started to pick up and was blowing leaves and dirt around but it was still nice and you two didn't mind if some dirt or leaves got on your clothes.

"Shit it got in my mouth," Minho grumbles and turns away from you, spitting onto the ground. For some reason, you can't take your eyes off his lips and you cant stop wishing you were the ground.

Wait, what?

"I know that tastes bad. Want some of my water?" you offer your boyfriend and hand him the water bottle, which he takes, eager to get the dirt out of his mouth.

He takes a few sips and sticks his tongue out, obviously not satisfied that it didn't get rid of the dirt's flavor.

"Swish it around and spit it out," you try to make it sound nonchalant, and it must work because Minho obeys. He takes another sip of your water and swishes it around before spitting it on the ground.

You subconsciously chew on your lip and Minho turns back to you, handing you back the water. But you don't even notice, still focused on his lips. They are slightly wet from the water he had just spit out and his tongue darts out, licking the moisture up.

"Y/n? If you want to kiss me, you're more than welcome," Minho teases and leans towards you. You feel yourself flush at being caught looking at your boyfriend's lips and look away from him.

"Who said I wanted a kiss?" You mumble and cross your arms over your chest, facing out at the grass again. You can feel Minho's eyes on the side of your face.

"You seemed like you did. All focused on my lips while pressing your thighs together," he states and you snap your head towards him.

"I was not!" you object and he laughs, letting his head fall back.

"But you were. What is going on that pretty little head, hm?" he asks and taps your head gently with the water bottle.

"I-I can't tell you. I'm a little embarrassed," you object and he raises an eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and your eyes get caught on the wetness of his lips again.

"You can tell me, darling," he tries again and you shake your head, standing your ground.

"This isn't the place to have this conversation," you laugh out and he just looks more confused.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" He suddenly asks and your eyes just about blow out of your head.

"No, no, no, never! You're stuck with me for life," you chew your lip and glance down at his lips again.

"Then tell me," he insists and you shake your head. He pokes your cheek a few times and you shake your head again.

"Tell me,"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Y/n."

"Minho."

"Tell me,"

"God! You are annoying!" you reply and he laughs again, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"Then tell meeeee," he whines and you can't help but fold.

"It was when you spit," you state and he looks at you, much more confused than he was before and you drop your head in your hands as your neck and ears heat up.

"What do you-"

"When you spit on the ground, I wished you were spitting on me instead," you blurt out and look him in the eyes, a smug smirk taking over his face.

"Baby, if you want me to spit in your mouth, all you have to do is ask," He shrugs and you quickly throw both hands over his mouth. His tone was a bit too loud for the park setting.

His tongue pushes out of his mouth and he licks the inside of your palm. But, instead of being absolutely disgusted, you let out a low moan at the wetness on your hand. His eyebrows raise at you and you quickly pull your hand away, rubbing it on your jeans.

"I-I- um. I can't even think of a way to defend myself right now," you sigh out, defeated.

"Let's go home," Minho replies and stands, heading towards your house. You quickly gather your belongings and follow after him, trying your best to keep up with his fast pace he has set.

Once you reach the house, Minho grabs a lollipop from the candy jar beside your front door and pops it in his mouth. He toes off his shoes and you follow suit, following him to sit by his side on the couch.

He pulls the lollipop from his mouth when you turn to him to talk, a string of saliva between his lips and the candy. Your eyes immediately drop from his eyes to the string. You can't stop your body and lean forward, breaking the string of saliva with your own tongue.

The mix of Minho and the cherry flavor of the lollipop has your head reeling and you close your eyes, savoring the taste. Before you can open your eyes, Minho leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

This is how you ended up under Minho on the couch, two of his fingers in your mouth. He pries your mouth open and spits directly onto your tongue.

"Swallow. Good girl," he praises when you obey his command and he leans forward, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone. He makes his way down your naked body until he is face to face with your core. He spits directly on your clit and the sight has you clenching around nothing, making him laugh.

"You really like this, don't you?" He asks and you nod, holding eye contact with you. He sticks two fingers into his own mouth and brings the wet digits up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and accept them. At the same time, Minho starts to absolutely devour your pussy.

You moan out as he sends you flying over the edge and grind against his tongue while you ride your high out.

"So dirty. So messy," he comments, sitting up. It's a bit like static in your ears but you nod anyways. Minho presses his tongue to just below your navel and licks up until he reaches the valley of your breasts and sits up.

He looks you in the eyes, admiring your blown out pupils before his eyes fall back to your breasts and he spits on them, making you let out a moan at the wetness on your nipple.

"It's going to be a long night for you," he mumbles out, his fingers spreading his spit across your chest.

Changbin- exhibitionism

You clench around Changbin at his comment and he pauses his thrusts.

"Wait. Did the thought of that turn you on?" he questions and you feel your entire body heat up at the question. You open your mouth but close it again, too embarrassed to admit that it did, in fact, turn you on.

"The thought of Chan and Jisung hearing me fuck you turns you on?" you clench again at his words and smirk covers his face.

"If you want me to invite them in here, I'm more than happy," he says and you bite down on your lip. It had always been something you have been intrigued by but you had never tried it before.

"You haven't said a word, sweetheart. Do I need to call them in here? Would that make you use your words?" he questions and you blink at him. You really were rendered speechless.

Changbin reaches behind you, under the pillow, pushing himself further into you and causing you to let out a moan. He laughs and sits up, lazily pulling out and pushing back into you.

"Smile," he commands you and you open your eyes, seeing that he had his phone out and pointed directly at you. You bite down on your lip and Changbin leans back slightly, making sure that you can see him buried inside of you, all the way up to your flush face.

"Fuck. You are so beautiful," he murmurs and you feel yourself blush even more.

"Hush," you roll your eyes and he flips his phone towards you, showing you the photo. You nod, you really do look hot.

"Send it." you command, confidence suddenly overtaking you and Changbin chuckles, opening the 3racha group chat. He selects the photo and sends it in the group chat, without any words. He places his phone next to your head and grabs your thighs, folding them up toward the bed.

He starts to fuck into you slowly and you bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan. He bring his hand up to your mouth and runs a thumb over your lip, making you drop it.

"Let them hear you," he demands and fucks into you a little harder, making a squeal fall from your lips. He continues to fuck into you and you feel his phone vibrate by your head. He grabs it and unlocks it, reading the chat.

Chan: umm. was that mean for us?

Jisung: oh my god

He lets out a chuckle before typing something on his phone and turning it to you so you can read the chat.

Changbin: yeah it was. she said she would love for you to see her like this. she would love it even more if you were watching her in person....

A few seconds after sending the message, there is a soft knock at the door of Changbin's room and you clench around him, making him let out a groan. You really are enjoying this.

"Come in," he voices, rutting into you a bit more harshly and making another moan fall from your lips. The doorknob turns and there is hesitation before the door pushes open, Jisung and Chan both standing there with semis in their pants.

"Sits down," Changbin nods towards the couch a few feet away and even the authority in his tone has you reeling. This is an unreal experience and you are so grateful to be able to go through it with Changbin and the boys instead of some random strangers.

"Look at them, baby," Changbin's attention is back on you and you bite down on your lip, turning your head to face Chan and Jisung. They are both already looking at you and Jisung's eyes trail down your body, stopping where you and Changbin are connected.

He starts to move inside of you, slowly, too slowly, teasing you. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of you to try to put on a good show for his two closest friends.

"Please," you beg, grinding down onto Changbin as he pulls in and out of you. He speeds up, albeit not quick enough.

"Stop teasing," You try to put authority behind your voice but he stops altogether, completely buried inside of you, making you let out a moan. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed.

"Should I go faster?" You hear Changbin ask and you open your eyes, expecting him to be looking at you but instead he is looking at his two friends to his side. You turn your head as well to look at them.

"I think you should," Chan is the first one to speak up between the two. Changbin lets out a chuckle and turns back to face you again. Your eyes stay on Chan and his eyes lock with yours.

"Touch yourself, Channie. Please?" You add on the please, hoping it would be a bit more inticing if you ask nicely. His eyes dart from yours to Changbin's.

"You heard her," Changbin speaks up and turns back to you, pulling out and pushing back in much harder than he was before. You moan out as Changbin starts to fuck you harder, much harder than he had been all night.

"Oh fuck. Sungie, touch yourself," you demand and he immediately complies which makes your attention go back to Chan, gently palming himself through his boxers.

Jisung has his cock out and in his hand, stroking in time with Changbin fucking into you. Chan glances at you one more time and you drag your hands away from Changbin. You run your hands up your body, stopping at your nipples and pinching them lightly.

This seems to be what breaks Chan's self control because he is pulling his pants down enough to free himself and also begins to stroke himself at the same pace that Changbin was fucking you.

"Do you want to know what they're thinking about?" Changbin's hoarse voice catches your attention and you snap your eyes back to his, nodding.

"Ask." he demands and you open your mouth to protest but Changbin leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck. Are you imagining you're fucking me right now? Are you wishing you were in Changbin's place? Maybe you're wishing you were in mine..." you start to ramble as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

You hear Jisung whisper a cuss word under his breath as he cums all over his own fist. Chan seems to be a little further off than Jisung, seeing as he waited a bit longer to start touching himself.

"F-fuck. I'm g-gonna cum," Your head falls back again as your body arches up into Changbin. Your orgasm comes crashing over you harder than you have ever felt. You feel Changbin fuck you through it but once you start to come down, he stops, buried deep inside of you and lets you catch your breath.

Once you start to come back to earth, you look over at Chan who is still stroking his cock, leaking precum all over his hands.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Channie? Will seeing me cum again push you over the edge?" you question. And he cusses under his breath looking at Changbin.

"Make me cum again, baby. I want Channie to cum too," you put on your best puppy dog eyes and Changbin grunts before starting to fuck into your sensitive pussy again.

He brings a hand down to your swollen clit and you jerk away from him. He presses harder, preventing you from going any where and continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of the bed so he is eye level with your pussy.

Before you have any time to prepare, he starts devouring your pussy. He licks a stripe up your entire pussy before sticking his tongue inside of you and slurping out the evidence of your previous orgasm.

He pushes your body up a bit more in the bed and starts rutting into the mattress as he devours you. Your hand laces into his hair, pulling lightly and he lets out a groan before pulling away and putting two fingers into you.

"Taste so good. Do you want a taste, hyung?" Changbin questions and pulls his fingers from your begging hole, holding them out to Chan. He stands immediately and walks over to Changbin.

Changbin hold his fingers out to Chan and leans back down, sucking on your clit again and using his other hand to fuck into you. He starts to eat you out exactly as you like, knowing he is about to push you over the edge.

You force your eyes to stay open as Chan leans down and sucks your essence from Changbin's fingers. Chan's hand speeds up at your taste and the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, making you cum on Changbin's tongue and fingers.

Suddenly, you feel lips on your neck and your eyes pop open to Changbin.

"There you are. You okay?" He questions and you nod, looking around the room. You don't see any trace of Jisung or Chan and start to sit up. Changbin helps you and reaches over to grab the water bottle on the nightstand. You look down and notice that he has on a shirt and sweats and you also have on a t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.

"You've been out of it for a few minutes, baby. You sure you're okay?" he asks again and you nod once more.

"Did he cum? Did you cum?" You ask and Changbin lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back.

"Of course that would be the first thing you ask. Yes and yes," he assures you and you fall back onto the bed again, letting out a groan.

"I can't believe I missed it!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Changbin chuckles again, pulling you into his chest.

"Guess that means we have to do that again," he suggests and you feel yourself smiling before drifting back into an unconscious state.

Hyunjin: hair pulling

You keep mixing the bowl in front of you while ilr Hyunjin is talking about his day. You decided you wanted to bake something you saw on social media and Hyunjin suggested he keep you company, seeing as he is your best friend, you decided not to object.

"Can you roll my sleeve up more?" you ask, turning your body towards Hyunjin. He nods and continues talking as he rolls your sleeve up, preventing it from getting into your batter.

"Let me redo the other one too," he suggests and you turn more so he has better access to the sleeve. He unrolls what you had done earlier and rolls it up again, much more secure than you had it.

"Thank you," you mumble out and he nods before he goes back into the story he was telling before you got distracted.

But your focus didn't last long. You notice that your apron was starting to untie and was also at risk of falling into the batter.

"Sorry, one more thing. Can you retie my apron?" you ask and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Y/n, if you don't want to hear my story you can just say that," he teases you and you chuckle. He walks behind you and unties the apron before retying it. He runs his hands down your sides and stops at your hips before pulling away, leaving a trail of fire in its tracks.

Okay you and Hyunjin are best friends. You have been for a while now. However, there is this air between the two of you that easily blurs the lines between just friends and something a little bit more.

Flirty comments, flirty nicknames, flirty touches, the works. Its to a point that everyone around you two can sense the tension and usually chooses to leave the two of you alone to avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

"Anything else, princess?" he asks, slight sarcasm in his voice at the nickname but it still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, nonetheless.

"I mean, since you're offering, will you redo my hair?" you ask, your hair had been falling out of its hair tie for a while and was tickling your nose anyways.

"So needy," he complains but still comes to stand behind you again. He pulls the scrunchy from your hair and you bite down on your lip lightly when the pull feels a little too good.

He runs his hands through your hair, smoothing all of your hair towards the back of your head.

"Make sure I don't look stupid," you comment and he chuckles behind you.

"Also try to make sure it won't fall out around my neck. I hate that feeling. And can you also-" you're cut off by a strong tug to your hair, making your head fall back and you lock eyes with Hyunjin.

"Needy and demanding? You really are acting like a princess," His voice is low and you blink at him, too stunned to say anything. You know you are crossing into dangerous territory right now. That line between friendship and more keeps getting blurrier and blurrier.

"I-I um," You stutter out and he chuckles, releasing your hair from his grip and you stand back up straight. Your eyes are frozen to the mixing bowl in front of you and before you can even process what you're doing, you're turning around and smashing your lips to Hyunjin's.

He freezes for a second and you debate pulling away, thinking you made a mistake. But, he quickly realizes what is happening and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, slotting his leg between your own.

Your hands instinctively make their way to his neck, deepening the kiss more. His free hand makes its way to the back of your head, lacing into your hair that never made it back into the scrunchy.

His fingertips tighten against your scalp, creating pressure and you moan against his lips. He smiles against yours before he tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you away from him. He leans your head back, giving himself access to your neck.

"You know, if you want to stop, I will. We can never talk about this again. But if you tell me to keep going, there's no going back for us," he mumbles against your neck and there's barely a moment of silence before you're replying.

"Don't stop." you're practically demanding and he bites down on your neck, sure to leave a mark and you let out a moan as his grip tightens in your hair.

"I always thought I was going to make the first move," He confesses and stands again, looking you in the eyes as his fingers relax against your scalp slightly.

"You kind of did. You just didn't realize it," you speak lowly, a blush rising to your face as the words leave your mouth.

"I watched your pupils dilate right before my eyes when I pulled your hair," he speaks out and you bite down on your lip. His eyes drop to your mouth and he lets out a sigh, his breath fanning across your face.

"Fuck, don't do that," he whispers out, pressing his lips against yours again. His tongue immediately makes its way into your mouth and you don't even attempt to fight for dominance. Not with the way his hand is laced loosely in your hair and the way he has his leg pushed between your own, placing pressure on where you need him most.

His grip in your hair tightens again and he pulls away.

"On your knees, pretty," he commands against your lips and your knees immediately buckle. It's like your body responded to his words before your brain even had time to and before you know it, you are on your knees, in your kitchen, face to face with Hyunjin's growing tent in his pants.

You immediately lean forward and press a kiss over the wet spot that is forming on his shorts, causing him to let out a hiss and pull you away from him by your hair.

"Mm, bad girl. I didn't say you could touch me," his voice sends chills up your spine. You have never seen this dominant side of Hyunjin and to say it had you panties drenched would be an understatement.

He lets go of your hair and hooks his thumbs in his shorts, pulling his shorts and underwear down at the same time. You gulp, your mouth watering at the sight of Hyunjin right before your eyes. He looked actually edible and you are a bit disappointed that you haven't jumped his bones already if this is what he was hiding in his pants.

He lets out a chuckle and you look up at him, putting on your most innocent eyes you can muster. As soon as your eyes lock onto his, his smile drops and he feels like he could melt into a puddle at the sight.

"Can you please fuck my mouth now, Jinnie?" You ask softly and he cusses under his breath before he grabs your cheeks with one of his hands, making your lips pucker.

"You asked for it," he practically spits at you before sitting back up and letting go of your face, "Open up," He demands, bringing his cock forward and tapping the tip on your lips.

You open your mouth to let him in and instead of slowly easing himself inside, he immediately forces himself into your mouth as far as he can go without causing you to gag.

"Fuck. Why didn't I do this sooner?" He is murmuring to himself and starts to thrust into your mouth, then suddenly he pushes in further, causing you to gag and tears immediately jump from your eyes.

His hand wraps into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth. His head falls back for a moment before he looks down at you.

"Look at me," he demands and you do your best to look up at him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"You look so pretty like this," his free hand comes up to your cheek, smearing the tears across your face. He brings the wet finger up to his lips and licks the salty liquid from them.

"You're going to make me cum. Is that what you want?" He asks and you hum around his cock. It's too far down your throat for you to try to force any coherent words out and his grip tightens in your hair. He speeds up his thrusts then he stops abruptly, deep in your throat and you feel his cum running into your stomach. You couldn't even spit it out if you wanted to.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair with a pop and leans down, pressing his lips against yours again.

"Fuck that was good. I'm not even close to being done yet. We haven't even made it out the kitchen," he mumbles against your lips before pulling you back up to your feet by your hair again, making you groan.

Han- degradation/praise

You and Jisung have been at each other's throats for the past week. On top of both of you having stress with work and being extremely busy, the sexual tension was also at an all time high. The two of you's busy schedules meant that not only was it hard to spend the night with each other, it was difficult to see each other at all.

Meaning that when you did finally get the opportunity to see each other, you were both too exhausted to try to initiate anything.

Tonight was like the past few days and you had erupted into an argument over something stupid. You had told Jisung he could come over and stay the night tonight as long as he helps you with the chores that you had already planned.

You asked Jisung to unload the dishwasher while you vacuum the rug in the living room.

"You need to deep clean that thing. Vacuuming it isn't going to do anything," Jisung says and you look up, flipping the vacuum off.

"Hm?" You hum, a bit annoyed that he had interrupted you.

"I said...never mind it isn't important," he murmurs and plops down on the couch and pulls his phone out.

"No. You said something that was obviously more important than what I am doing and you made me flip the vacuum off. So tell me," you insist, placing a hand on your popped hip.

"Dude, it isn't that serious. And I didn't make you do anything. You decided to turn the vacuum off," he snaps at you and you scoff, throwing your hands in the air.

"God forbid I want to be a good girlfriend and actually listen to what my boyfriend says. You can't even begin to relate to that," you murmur the last bit under your breath and Jisung sits up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Is that a jab at me? I always listen to you. Even when you're nagging about nonsense!" he exclaims and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Says the idiot that hasn't done the one task they agreed to," you spit at him and take a step closer. Jisung's whole body tenses up and he sits back, leaning away from you slightly. He stares at you in silence.

"What? Got nothing to say now? God you piss me off," you start walking towards the wall to unplug the vacuum, not even in the mood to clean anything anymore.

You reach down to take the plug out the outlet and are met with a pressure against your ass. Jisung's obviously hard cock pressing against you.

"The way you're looking at me and talking to me right now has me feeling things I have never felt before," his voice is low and gravelly and you sit up, your back pressed to his chest.

"Me telling you how you're useless is turning you on right now? Does that not embarrass you even a little bit?" you question, anger still evident in your voice but you still feel your panties getting wet at him being hard. It makes you realize how long it has been since the two of you have been intimate.

"Your voice sounds so pretty when you're mad. I can't explain it," he whispers lowly against your ear and places a kiss to your neck. The compliment has you biting down on your lip.

"So now because you got hard, you think I should fuck you? A bit pathetic, don't ya think?" you ask and his lips continue to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder. He groans against you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Please?" he is practically begging you and ruts against your ass, making you let out a low moan as well. You can't help but admit that you want him just as much as he wants you, maybe even more.

"You think you deserve it? You're acting so easy right now, Sungie," the nickname has venom in it and you take a step forward before turning and leaning your back against the wall. Jisung leans forward, his eyes locked on your lips and you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Aht aht. Can you be good boy and answer my question? Is that too hard for your that pretty little head," His hands that were only an inch from your hips drop down to his sides. He balls them up into fists and looks into your eyes, still only a few inches from each other.

"I do deserve it. All I can think about is how you have driven me wild right. That perfect pout on your lips, that perfect pussy between your legs-" before he can continue with the praise, you lean forward and lock lips, immediately pushing him back towards the couch be was sitting on earlier and he falls down onto it easily.

You straddle him and make contact with his hard-on. It presses the perfect amount of pressure on your throbbing clit and you grind gently before finally breaking the kiss.

"Are you going to cum too fast if I ride you. You think you'll be able to make me cum before you do?" You taunt him and lean down, sucking a hickey into his neck. He breathes out a cuss and lets his head fall back to give you more access.

You grind down again and he lets out a moan, fighting his hands from moving to your hips to make you grind down harder. You pull away from his neck, another hickey quickly forming and sit up, landing a gentle smack to his cheek. Not hard enough to draw a reaction but instead just grabbing his attention.

"Ya. Reply to me when I'm asking questions. You can't seriously be this dumb, slut," you practically spit at him and his hips buck up into you again.

"I-I can m-make you cum," he whines out and you bite down on your lip at his submissive state. The way he is praising you on top of it is turning you on even more. You stand from the couch and his eyes snap to yours

"Clothes off," you command and he wasted no time, ridding his shirt and pants, leaving him fully naked and sat on the couch. You quickly follow suit and straddle him, rubbing his head across your clit.

"I wonder if I'll even be able to feel it," you let the words fall from your lips and immediately feel like you might've taken it too far.

You and Jisung both know it is an act. He is honestly one of the biggest partners you have ever been with and he knows this too. Instead of having a negative reaction though, his eyes grow glassy and blown out under you.

"Let me try. Please let me try," he begs and you can't help but sinking down onto him. Your eyes roll back at the stretch and he whines as you sink down, fully hugging him between your walls.

"That the best you can do?" you grunt out and you feel Jisung twitch inside of you. You grab his face by his cheeks and his eyes pop open to meet yours.

"Keep telling me how good I'm making you feel and maybe you'll get permission to cum," you throw his face out of your hand before rising up and dropping back down on Jisung.

Felix- orgasm control/begging

Contrary to what most people think, sex with Felix is not nearly as vanilla as you may think. Yes, sometimes the two of you do have really sweet, vanilla sex. But sometimes you also have the most insane and disgusting sex that anyone could ever have.

This happens because the two of you are such good communicators with one another. You tell each other exactly what you want all the time and it makes for not only an emotionally intelligent relationship, but also a physically intelligent one.

“Hi, angel. I have a question,” Felix sits down next to you and you pause the video you are watching, turning to face him.

“I was talking to the boys and one of them mentioned something that they do with their girlfriend and I wanna try it,” he explains and you nod at him.

“Okay, we can,” you agree and turn back to your video, ready to continue watching. He laughs next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“Baby, you don’t even know what it is,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I trust you,” you explain, the video already pulling your attention back in. His hand makes its way to your hair and he absentmindedly twirls a strand around his finger.

“I could be asking you to murder somebody and you just agreed,” he comments and you chuckle, pausing the video again.

“Except I know you aren’t asking me to murder anybody so we’re good. I assume it’s something sexual and I don’t want to know what it is so you can get the genuine reaction that you want. That’s all,” you smile up at him and he leans down, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“What if it hurts?” he asks quietly and you break eye contact, looking up at the ceiling to try to think of a valid response.

“Well I like a little pain. Besides if I don’t like it, that’s the whole reason we have a safe word, right?” you reason and he nods, letting you snuggle back into his side to finish your video.

A few hours later, Felix was starting to get restless. All he could think about was fucking you since your earlier conversation and his self control was slowly withering away.

You were sitting between his legs on the bed, your back against his chest and your phone still in your hand. You had deep dived and been watching videos about some topic for hours but Felix wasn’t paying any mind to it.

His hand starts to trail up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake and he smirks. He is always pleased when your body has an uncontrollable reaction to him. When he notices your heartbeat speed up, your pupils dilating, a blush rising to your cheeks when he compliments you.

He fingers slowly make their way to your chin and he turns your head away from your video at the same time he leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back and his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

That’s all it takes for the video to be completely forgotten and your phone is tossed who knows where. You pull away and sit up, pulling your shirt off and straddling Felix to continue kissing him.

His hands roam your bare back until he reaches the clasp of your bra and unclips it. He grabs the straps and pulls them down your arms and you pull away from him so he can slide it off before wrapping your arms around his neck again.

You grind down gently on him and feel him hard in his pants. You pull away and smile down at him when he looks up at you, cheeks flushed.

“You’ve been hard for an hour, baby. I’ve felt it in my back. What were you thinking about?” You question and he suddenly leans forward, taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue before pulling away.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over so he is hovering over you instead. He reconnects his lips with yours and his hand reaches down, undoing the tie of your shorts before he pulls away and pulls them off your legs.

He scoots his fully clothed body down and pries your legs open, finally getting a look at your cunt that he has been thinking about for the past couple of hours.

“So pretty,” he comments and presses a kiss to your thigh. You hum out at him as he inches his kisses closer and closer to where you need him most. He places a kiss just above your clit before pulling back. You feel his breath fan over you and you whine at him.

“Lix. No teasing please?” you try to reason and he looks up at you from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Please? Please baby? I need you so bad,” you try to reason, knowing he’ll fold since you two are making eye contact. He glances at your pussy again before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit.

He flattens his tongue against you and you arch back, pushing him closer to you. One of your hands moves to his hair and he pulls away slightly to speak to you.

“Touch those pretty tits for me,” he demands before he leans back down and starts to flick his tongue on your clit. Your hand shakily makes its way to your nipple and you start to play with yourself.

Felix speeds up the pace of his tongue on your clit and brings a hand up, teasing his finger at your entrance. You try to push your hips down to make his finger sink inside of your waiting hole but he doesn’t budge.

“Please, baby? I need your fingers inside of me so bad,” you plead with him and he groans against your clit, pushing a finger in and pumping faster. Your hand starts to play with your nipples faster as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

“F-Fuck Felix I’m gonna-” before you can finish you sentence, he pulls away abruptly. Your eyes snap open and you look down at your boyfriend who has a smug little grin on his face. He pulls his shirt and shorts off quickly while you try to catch your breath and comprehend what just happened.

“What the fuck, Felix?” you question, confusion all over your face.

“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he replies and you blink at him a few times, confused as to why he stopped right before you came but then it clicks. Is this what he was talking to the boys about?

You nod and lay back, holding your arms out for him to fall on top of you. Instead, he grabs you by your bent legs and slides you towards him. He seems to be in a rough mood and you aren’t one to deny him of it.

“Beg me,” he suddenly speaks up, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your soaked core. Because of him having edged you, you really are desperate for some sort of friction or relief. You feel your entire body heat up, knowing a blush is covering your face and neck.

“Please? Can I please have your cock?” The words rolls off your tongue easily but they seem so foreign. At the same time, being this submissive to Felix was also turning you on.

He slides into you, bottoming out quickly and you already feel your orgasm begging to be fucked out of you. He pulls out and pushes back in, making a moan fall from your lips.

“Please go faster, please, I need more please,” you are begging him and he complies, speeding up and almost literally fucking you into the mattress.

“O-oh my God. I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim out as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Again, already? I’m just getting started,” Felix grunts before pulling out of you and stopping you from reaching your climax again. Before you can stop them, frustrated tears fall from your eyes and you open them to look at your boyfriend.

“Already crying, princess? It’s going to be a long night for you,” his hand reaches up and he used his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck.

“Color?” he asks quietly against the shell of your ear before placing a gentle and grounding kiss to it. Him asking your color doesn’t surprise you but your response does.

“Green,” you breathe out, without even thinking. You feel him smile against your neck and he sits up before sliding back into you, causing your legs to shake around his waist.

“Then let’s continue, shall we?”

Seungmin- pet play

"Says the furry!" you yell out and Jeongin throws his hands in the air.

"Your boyfriend is more of a furry than I am!" He tried to defend himself but you shake your head at him.

"I don't think he has ever been caught in 4k with a tail on, Jeongin," you pat him on the shoulder lightly but before he can say anything else, the sound indicating the beginning of the next round rings in the room and both of your attention is back on the game.

You and Jeongin are sat on the floor against the couch playing a game he just got that you happen to be better than him at. Your boyfriend, Seungmin, is sitting on the couch with his legs spread and you're settled between them.

He is absentmindedly playing with your hair and is on his phone, not really paying attention to the scene in front of him. He says he played the game already and wasn't that interested which is how you got looped into playing instead.

"He literally calls you pup," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath and a mischievous smile takes over your face.

"Are you kink shaming us?" you tease Jeongin when you realize you are about to approach him on the map. He freezes and you don't turn away from the T.V. but you know his face is beet red.

"W-what?" His voice comes out shaky and you turn the corner in the map before his side of the screen lights up red. You had thrown him off and was able to sneak up on him.

"Headshot! I win again," You put your hands in the air to celebrate and turn to Jeongin. His eyes are still on the screen and his mouth is open.

You hear Seungmin chuckle behind you and he leans forwards towards Jeongin. He taps him on the jaw twice and his other hand scratches at your scalp gently.

"Shut your mouth, Innie. You'll catch flies," he teases and Jeongin immediately shuts his mouth, turning to face his friend.

"Was she being for real or was that a sick and twisted way for her to win?" He asks Seungmin and you bust out laughing. He sounds genuinely offended which also causes Seungmin to laugh, falling back to his original position on the couch.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You speak out between laughs and Jeongin slaps his hands over his ears before standing abruptly and running out of the room, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did he say?" You ask, letting your head fall back and rest on your boyfriend's thigh. Seungmin leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before shrugging.

"Something about never being about to look at us the same again," he says and you let out another chuckle. You roll your head to the side and press your cheek to Seungmin's thigh. His hand reaches into your hair again and he starts scratching lightly at your scalp.

It feels good and you let out a low hum, wondering if this is what dogs feel like when you scratch them. The amount of satisfaction, protection, and love you are feeling giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"That feels good, pup?" Seungmin's voice is low, quiet and you nod. Your hand that was on the floor wraps around his thigh under your head and you start rubbing him back, at the same rhythm he is rubbing you.

"You know," Seungmin starts and you come out of your own thoughts to listen to him. You hum, prompting him to continue and you hear him sigh and place his phone down on the couch beside him.

"I think I would kind of be into it," he says it quietly and your eyebrows drop into confusion.

"Into...?" you question, a bit confused on where he is exactly going with this.

"You being my pet," he speaks up a little louder and you pause your rubbing on his thigh. You turn around, settling on your knees in between his open legs and your hands on either one of his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" you cue him to continue and he places one hand on your face. You subconsciously lean into it and he strokes your cheek gently. His hand trails down until it stops at your neck. He squeezes lightly, making a gasp fell from your lips.

"I can imagine a collar on this pretty little neck," his thumb trails across your throat and it bobs when you gulp, making him chuckle.

"What does it look like?" you ask, quietly and he smiles at you.

"Mm, purple. With diamonds on it," his thumb grazes across your bottom lip before he continues, "A silver pendant with your name on it. The other side has my name on it. Just in case you get lost, whoever finds you will know who you belong to," he finishes and you can't help squeezing your thighs together.

The tone he is speaking to you in and the words he is saying are causing a deep rooted arousal to course through your body.

"You seem to like the idea of that. Don't you, pup?" he asks and the nickname now has a whole new meaning, making heat run through your body. You nod at him, your eyes were huge, the definition of puppy dog eyes.

Your hands lightly graze up his thighs, stopping on either side of his growing erection. You look up at him through your eyelashes and he smirks.

"So desperate, pup. What if someone comes out and sees? I can't have anyone else seeing what belongs to me, can I?" he asks, but his hands make no motion to stop you. One of his arms is thrown up on the back of the couch and the other one is resting on the couch beside him.

"B-but I want to have you in my mouth. Can I please have you in my mouth? I've been such a good girl," you plea with him and he laughs, his perfect smile covering his face.

"You can beg better than that," he leans forward, placing a finger under your chin and making you look him in his eyes from only a few inches away.

"Go on, pup. Beg," he demands and you feel your lip quiver slightly out of frustration and a little bit of humiliation. Seungmin has always been a quite dominant in bed but he has never been this dominant and the submission you are falling into has your head reeling.

"P-please?" you ask, your voice shaky. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir. Can I please suck your cock?" you ask, trying your best to maintain your composure. Seungmin practically growls at the nickname and is lifting his hips and dropping his pants enough to free his hard cock.

He is a lot more hard than you thought he was, or maybe the use of the nickname sent him over the edge. Either way, you were practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

"Wow," you speak out and reach for his erect length but he tsk's and grabs your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

"I didn't say you could speak. I also didn't say you could touch me. Be a good pet and open your mouth," he demands you and you immediately comply, opening your mouth.

Seungmin's hand travels to the back of your head while the other is still tightly holding your wrists. He pushes your head down, letting your warm mouth wrap around his length, and lets out a hiss.

"Fuck. Good girl. Go ahead and suck for me," He commands you and releases your wrists, "I give you permission to use your hands now," he concludes and throws his other arm back over the back of the couch while the other is tangled in your hair.

You start to suck him and the low moans and words he is letting out are building up frustration that is heading straight to your core. You press your thighs tighter together and speed your head up. Seungmin notices you trying to find some sort of pressure and speaks up again.

"Open your legs for me, pup," he instructs and you oblige. He immediately slides his leg between yours, pressing his shin against your aching clit. You moan around him at the pressure and grind against him, trying to find some relief.

"Look at you. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he comments and thrusts into your throat, making you gag around him. You continue to grind against his leg and his grip in your hair tightens.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow everything I give you? You won’t make a mess will you?" he questions and thrusts up into your mouth again, making tears spring to your eyes. You nod as best you can with his cock in your mouth and speed up.

Suddenly, he is cumming and his head falls back as he empties his balls down your throat. You moan around him and have no choice but to swallow every drop you can. He pulls you off with a pop and locks eyes with you.

His hand reaches out and wipes the corner of your mouth before he brings it right in front of your eyes. He shakes his head at you and pushes his cum covered thumb past your lips without warning.

"I told you not to make a mess, pup. Looks like I have to train you a bit more," he growls out before removing his thumb and pressing his lips against yours.

I.N- breath play

You and Jeongin have a bit of a complicated relationship. It's a bit more than just friends but you aren't together. The two of you have been friends for a while and on one random night, you accidentally had sex.

Ever since then, you have had a sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship. It wasn't clear whether or not you were necessarily exclusive but neither of you were being intimate with anyone else.

Essentially, you and all your friends know that you two are together but just without the formal title. That blurry line causes a lot of problems in your relationship friendship. One of the main problems being jealousy.

You and Jeongin were both out at the club. You have a big group of friends and are all having a good time. You were two or three shots in, tipsy but not drunk. The few drinks did give you an insane amount of confidence and you found yourself engaging in conversation with anyone who would listen.

"Want another shot?" A voice asks from beside you and you look away from the stranger you were talking to to be met with one of the friends from your group, Felix.

“Duh! As long as you take one with me, Lixie," you smile and he nods, immediately agreeing. He orders the two shots and reaches across the bar to grab them. You notice that the bar top is wet and quickly grab his sleeve and forearm, preventing him from wetting the cloth.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Here you go," he hands you the shot and you both smile. You take it from his hand and the two of you cheers before downing the shot. It immediately makes you even warmer and you feel yourself on the edge of drunk.

"Let's dance!" You lean over to yell in Felix's ear and he nods, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he guides you out to the dance floor. You find the perfect spot and immediately start dancing and singing in each other's faces.

The more you dance, the more the last shot is coursing through your veins and you find yourself with your back to Felix's chest and grinding on him gently. You feel Felix lean down to whisper in your ear but before he can say anything, you lock eyes across the room with Jeongin.

If he were a cartoon, smoke would definitely be blowing out of his ears. Pissed was an understatement, he was livid.

"Your boyfriend looks mad," Felix's voice is in your ear and his breath fans down your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You laugh and let your head fall back, resting on Felix's shoulder.

"He's not my boyfriend," you yell out over the music, certain that Jeongin can read your lips but you don't dare to look at him. Instead, you turn around and wrap your arms around Felix's neck and grind against him. His hands rest on your hips and he dances in rhythm with you.

You glance up at Felix to tell him he is a good dancer but his eyes are focused behind you, a small twinge of what looks like fear in them. Before you can turn around, you feel a body pressed up against your back and two big hands sliding under Felix's, forcing his hands off of you.

"That's enough." Jeongin's voice is deep and you can smell liquor on his breath. The way he sounds send chills down your spine. You look up at Felix but he makes some lame excuse about finding someone and walks away.

"What do you think you're doing?" You turn your head towards Jeongin to ask and he scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

"What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you are doing? We're leaving." He doesn't give you room to argue and is pushing you forward, making you stumble, until you reach the exit.

"Jeongin. Stop acting jealous. We don't even have a ride if we wanted to leave," you speak out once the two of you are outside and he places a hand on your back, guiding you down the road.

"I ordered a ride when I saw you take that last shot," he points to a black car and opens the back door, allowing you to slide across and he slides in next to you. He speaks to the driver and you are on the way home.

You reach over the rest your hand on his thigh and he rests his hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze, before removing it and placing it back into your own lap. Oh. He's pissed.

You bite down on your lip and look out the window. The driver's music is playing gently in the background and through the reflection of the window you can see Jeongin clenching his jaw over and over again.

You finally turn to him and rub your thumb across the clenched muscle, making him relax. His eyes dart to you for a second before he faces forward again. You retract your hand and open your mouth to speak but before you can, you hear him hum a quiet "aht aht" and shake his head. Your mouth snaps shut and you nervously pick at your fingers until you get back to your house.

The two of you slide out and make your way to your front door. He punches your door code in and opens the door, letting you step inside first. You barely have time to step out of your shoes before Jeongin is pressing you against the front door, a firm grip on your neck.

You gasp when your back hits the wood but his grip prevents the sound from escaping your throat, causing a choked out sound to escape.

"You're mine. You know that. Why do you insist on making me so... angry," he chooses his words carefully, not willing to admit to his jealously. He releases his grip on your neck and you take in a sharp breath.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" he questions, his lips grazing against yours with every word. You lean forward slightly and grab his bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go.

"Kneel." his voice is demanding and you meet his eyes, thinking he is joking. They're looking back at you with complete seriousness and you pause.

"Did I stutter?" He raises and eyebrow at you and your eyes drop to his lips then back to his.

"We're barely in the door, Innie," you mumble and he blinks at you once, twice, three times before he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, letting out a breathy laugh.

"I don't remember asking where we are. I'm well aware, princess," he states simply and his eyes dart from yours to the floor then back to your eyes again. You drop down to your knees in front of him, your feet are resting again the door, preventing you from getting fully comfortable.

Jeongin drops his pants and you readily open your mouth to accept him in. He slides in and back out of your mouth a few times before he thrusts a little deeper making you gag. He reaches down and places a hand on the back of your head before slowly sliding himself as far in as he can go.

“Grabbing his sleeve before it brushes the bar. Grinding on him like some kind of slut. Saying I’m not your boyfriend. You are mine,” he’s grumbling as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times.

He pushes himself past your gag reflex and you feel yourself literally choking on his cock, preventing any oxygen from entering your body. He pulls back out and you gasp out, coughing. The adrenaline starts to rush through your body and you feel arousal pool between your legs.

Jeongin is looking down at you, reading your expression.

"Did you actually just enjoy that?" His voice is deep and you look up at him. His pupils are blown out and you open your mouth to say something but can't think of the right words, feeling too ashamed to admit that him preventing you from breathing actually turned you on. He scoffs and leans down, wrapping a hand around your neck and squeezing.

Your eyes roll closed and you bite down on your lip when the adrenaline rushes through your body again. The facts that your life is literally in his hands has you turned on beyond belief.

He pulls on your neck until you are standing and turns you around, pressing your chest against the front door. His grip on your neck loosens, allowing air into your lungs and you gasp, your knees buckling inwards.

His other hand makes its way up the back of your thigh then in between your thighs, pressing against your needy pussy. You had absolutely drenched your panties and he laughs behind you.

"You really do like this," his grip on your neck tightens, "don't you?" he asks and you nod, mindlessly.

"You think Felix's hand would make you feel half as good as mine does wrapped around your throat?" He suddenly asks and your eyes snap open when a finger dips inside of your waiting hole.

"No, no. Only you," you breath out when he starts to pump a finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out and sucks your taste off before he is pulling your underwear down, not bothering to remove your skirt.

You feel the head of his cock tease your hole and your clit before he tightens his grip around your neck again and slides in at the same time. Even if it were possible for you to make a noise, you don't think you would have been able to, your brain felt like mush.

His other hand wraps around your lower stomach, preventing you from moving away from him. If it wasn't for his grip on your torso and neck, you probably would have buckled down into a pile a long time ago.

The feel of him inside of you, the slight pain from the stretch and the slight pain from his fingers around your neck already have you like putty in his hands.

Jeongin starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, releasing his vice grip on your neck every once in a while and you find yourself tumbling over the threshold of an orgasm much quicker than you ever have.

"You really are a slut aren't you? All it takes is someone to choke you and you'll let them fuck? You think Felix would be able to fuck you like I can?" He asks, speeding up his thrusts as you fall into hypersensitivity.

"Only you! Only you! Jeongin, fuck. It's t-too much," You whine out and he tightens his grip on your neck again.

"I like it better when you can't talk," he growls, leaning forward into your ear and without warning you are cumming again, Jeongin not far behind you. He paints your walls white before he slumps forward onto your back.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he speaks out suddenly and your eyes shoot open. You turn over your shoulder to look at him but he just buries his head deeper into your back. You catch a glimpse of his red ears and smile.

You reach back, finding his hand on your hip and interlock your fingers with his. He sits up and tightens the grip in your hands.

"Of course, Innie," you speak out and his grip on your hand tightens even more. He pulls out of you and makes a move to pull away but your knees buckle under you. If it wasn't for him reacting quickly, you would've been on the floor.

"Let's take a bath, yeah?" he suggests and you smile at him, nodding.

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Another Cajun?

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I posted but I thought of this while I was on tiktok earlier today. So, there's this creator on there that I follow called "Cajun Dan" and, aside from him reminding me of Remy LeBeau, his content is super cool and interesting. It got me thinking though, how would Remy react if he saw you on tiktok and noticed you were watching one of Cajun Dan's videos.

(aight imma stop bc otherwise I'm gonna start rambling lol)

It was a quiet day in the X-Mansion.

Scott and Jean were taking a, much needed, vacation, and the others were out doing their own thing. The only people that were still at the mansion were you and Remy. He was in the kitchen making some lunch for the both of you while you were in the living area just scrolling on your phone.

You came across this creator, who's accent was very similar to your sweet Cajun. You clicked on his page and watched a few more of his videos, being entertained by some of the facts he was giving, whether it was about the creatures of Louisiana or different places in New Orleans.

A few of his videos of him interacting with different gators and crocodiles in the bayou had you giggling at the sweet interactions with the animals. You were too enveloped in his content to notice Remy walking in to check on you while the food was cooking.

Remy leaned over you, his arms beside your head on the armrest of the sofa to support his weight. He tilted his head slightly as he heard the drawl of Dan coming from your phone.

"What'cha doin', chère?" He asked, peeking at the video that was playing on your phone. You instinctively paused, looking up at the red-on-black eyes of Remy above you.

"Oh, hey Remy! I was just scrolling on social media." You turned off your phone and sat up, "What's up?" He gave you a smirk and sat beside you, glancing at your phone as he leaned close to you.

"Who were y' watchin'?" He intrigued, resting his arm over your shoulder.

You chuckled as you opened your phone, bringing up the video you were watching. "I was watching this one creator who's actually based out of Louisiana! His videos are super fun and I like them a lot."

You scrolled a few videos down as you leaned into Remy's warmth, "Sometimes he'll make videos like this of just talking about places in or around New Orleans, or he'll post adorable videos like this," You swiped to a video of Cajun Dan showing off a baby gator on his boat, giggling when the "little" reptiles began making sounds.

"Aren't they so cute?" You asked happily, eyes glued to the man holding the gator on the screen.

Remy arched a brow, puffing up his chest a little bit at you being excited over another Cajun man. He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, "Them gators are cute chare, but c'mon, I can show you everytin' this man is showin' ya through the screen in person, y'know?"

You nodded, swiping to another video, "Well, yeah, of course I do. But in the meantime, I can watch his videos for now." You smiled softly at Remy, effectively melting his heart.

Eventually, you scrolled to one of Cajun Dan's videos where he was talking about Remy, both of you now taking a keen listen. He was mentioning how amazing he thought it was having a member of the X-Men be from Louisiana, saying how cool it was to have representation of heroes from different groups, cultures, ethnicities, etc. on the team.

The only thing that he said would make Remy even better is if he had some kind of gator companion. Remy smiled happily and sat up a bit more. "Y'know what? Maybe dis other Cajun ain't so bad, ma chère." He chuckled.

You looked at him once the video ended, an eyebrow raised, "Remy, I love you, but I'm not letting you have a pet of any kind, let alone a wild gator. If you even brought it up to Scott, he'd shoot the idea down before you could even finish your sentence."

He shrugged, giving you a wink, "He ain't gotta know, ma belle."

"Again, absolutely not. And your sweet talking isn't gonna work on me. You can barely take care of yourself, let alone a wild creature that is literally doesn't have the part of its brain that lets it feel love and affection."

He placed a peck on your cheek, getting up to check on the food, "Jus' think 'bout it, chère."

#remy lebeau x reader #gambit x reader #xmen gambit #x men 97 #cajun dan #x reader #remy lebeau

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miley1442111 · 8 months ago

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what about reader (jj's sister) and rafe getting into a fight and they go to a party separately, and reader makes him jealous and he ends up exposing them to the pogues and it's huge fight

omg this is such a fun idea! idk if i did it justice but I hope you like it <3

family feud

a/n: this isn't exactly canon rafe bc this rafe isn't fully insane so sorry if that bothers you lol. i wrote this for a fem reader and reader wears a dress but imagine whatever you want :) also sorry, jj is kind of an a-hole in this one :(

pairings: rafecameron x reader, brotherjjmaybank x sisterreader, platonicpogues x reader

summary: rafe pisses you off, you got to a party and piss him off... but what happens when jj, your brother, finds out about him?

I'm mad. I'm really fucking mad. I want to piss Rafe off just as much as he pissed me off. The one day a month that my house is empty and we can actually spend time together, Rafe ghosts me and goes fucking golfing. So yeah, I go to the party in a dress that he got me, one he wanted me to wear for him. So…. I wear it to dance with Pope. Pope and I will never see each other like that, we're like siblings, but he’s the only pogue who knows and is even slightly ok with Rafe and I dating. He still hates him, so he’s enjoying this. I catch a glimpse of him. His eyes are dark and he’s staring, a red solo cup in his hand. He nods at me to come over, I shake my head and focus on dancing. The music is loud, really loud. My feet hurt from dancing and honestly I want to make up with Rafe. I want to be near him. I want to stop ignoring his texts. His hundreds of texts. His hundreds of calls.

I had to start leaving my phone at home he was calling me so much. I feel bad, but the idea of reconciling with him feels far-fetched and I'm not bothered to text him back. I don't even know where my phone is.

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“He’s looking,” Pope shouts over the music. I haven't seen Rafe for an hour, I don't even see him now.

“Let him look!” I chuckle back. “He fucking deserves it!”

Is this the best way to communicate my feelings? No. Should I probably just tell Rafe how upset I am? Maybe, but knowing him he’d just treat me like one of his groupies, which I am not. I’m his girlfriend of 8 months.

I feel a hand grab my arm and I gasp. I look up to see Rafe.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Pope steps away, saying something about getting another drink.

“You. You’re my fucking problem. You come here, in that fucking dress I bought you and you dance with Pope fucking Heyward. You don’t give me any fucking attention after I’ve been blowing up your phone for days,” He’s mad. He’s really fucking mad.

“Sorry, I was too busy,” I smirk, snatching my arm back.

“Busy doing fucking what exactly?” He smiles one of his bitter-angry smiles and my sense of pride strengthens. I’m making Rafe Cameron mad. I’m making Rafe Cameron jealous.

“Golfing,” I smirk and his face drops.

“That’s what this shit is about?! If you would’ve just fucking asked baby- I would’ve come over, and none of this would’ve fucking happened! I wanted to be with you that day- fucking Topper pissed me off all fucking day- baby, you should’ve told me-” He gets cut off by a swift punch to the face.

“Get the fuck away from my sister Rafe, or I’ll kill you myself,” Jj shouts, John B holding him back. Rafe gets up from the ground, I can see how furious he is and I grab his hand, leading him away from my brother. He obliges and follows behind me. I weave him through the party-goers, Kiera and Jj shouting my name as we slip away. I bring him into the bathroom, sitting him on the counter as I search for a first-aid kit.

“He shouldn’t have done that,” Rafe sighs, his breathing sporadic. “Topper, he’s- he’s gonna- he’s gonna beat him u-up. He-he’ll kill him i-if he gets the chance.”

I look up at him, first-aid-kit in hand. “Baby, breathe. I’ll text him now.” I take out my phone and send Topper a message, making him promise to not touch my brother or friends. He promises he won’t, but I know better and tell him to get the car started and that I’ll bring Rafe out to him in a few minutes. “See,” I show Rafe the messages. “He’s going to the car.”

“Ba-baby I’m so sorry,” His eyes start to water, and my heart breaks. “I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s ok Rafe. I was just mad, I’m sorry,” I smile and start to clean his cut lip. His hands find their way to my waist, holding me gently.

“I love you,” He blurts out and I drop my hand from his face. His face goes red and he looks down, I smile. Rafe Cameron; Kook King- loves me. Hm.

“I love you too handsome. But right now, let’s focus on not getting mauled by my brother again, yeah? Let’s get you to the car and then home,” I smile and kiss his cheek, taking his hand to bring him home. He nods and follows. Outside the bathroom is Jj.

“What the fuck are you doing with him?” He grunts, stopping us from walking by.

“We’ll talk about this later Jj-”

“We’ll talk about this now,” He pushes.

“Jj, fuck off!” I push past him and bring Rafe behind me. We get out of the house to the backyard where almost everyone is and I hear Jj practically scream my name. Everyone looks either to him or me and Rafe and I sigh.

“Jj please-” I try but he cuts me off.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you two? Or do I have to ask around?” Jj shouts and grab someone’s collar, “You know somethin’?” The guy shakes his head, cowering back. He drops him and walks closer.

“Jj, stop being a dick-”

“We’re dating. We have been for 8 months,” Rafe pipes up from behind me and Jj’s mouth drops open. He lunges forward, but instead of getting to Rafe, he knocks me to the ground. My head hits the hard ground and I whimper in pain. Rafe is immediately by my side.

“You’re ok baby, don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine,” he soothes as he cradles my head in his hands.

“Rafe,” I start to cry into his touch as I feel Jj’s hand in mine.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jj sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Dude, back up,” John B pulls Jj away as Rafe helps me up.

“Can we go home?” I whisper to Rafe as I wrap my arm around his bicep, holding onto him for steadiness.

“Of course baby.”

I knew I would inevitably have to deal with Jj but tonight, tonight is for Rafe and I.

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catboybiologist · 1 year ago

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Hi! I’m CatboyBiologist.

Formerly a femboy, now a trans woman just starting HRT, and a PhD student in molecular biology. I started using this online persona as a fun, shitposty way to explore gender a few years ago. I post selfies (generally sfw, but somewhat sexy, so minors and ppl who don’t like that have been warned), rambles about science, tutorials and advice from the stuff I’ve learned by being a femboy in the past, nature pictures, stuff about the ocean, my adorable grumpy little tortoise, and unsolicited opinions on random nerdy topics. Any pronouns are fine. I don’t plan to socially transition for a while, and still present as a man most of the time, so I’m used to whatever you wanna use for me (for now, I’ll update this if that changes). Please send me pictures of your pets or other cute animals in your life!

As a scientist, I’m also documenting my transition! This google sheet will be updated at least monthly. I also have additional metrics I’m keeping to myself, and pictures that go with this, but I’m not sharing them publicly yet. Keep in mind that this is just one person’s experience with HRT, and may not represent universal trends!

Adding a little something here, bc I think it was an interesting bit a writing: if you want to see me respond to a transphobe about what "biologically female" means, here's a thing I wrote about it. CW for transphobia and discussion, obviously.

Also, if any of my measurements look weird, its entirely possible I fucked up. Let me know if anything looks off!

Here’s some of my favorite pre-HRT pictures:

If you want to see more of my pre-HRT selfies, browse the “femboy” tag on my blog!

And as of this writing, I’m only 2 days after the start of HRT, so here’s a picture with my tortoise that’s technically post-HRT (but with 0 time for actual changes):

If you want to see my future post-HRT selfies, browse the “trans selfie” tag on my blog!

Also here's another really cute picture and fanart of my tortoise by @whalesharkcat:

I have affectionately given my tortoise the title of The Grumpus.

I also wrote a couple of tutorials and general vibes about being a femboy before I started HRT:

Sometimes I make shitposts of myself, I don’t take myself too seriously:

This includes the way I came out on tumblr:

And here’s an overly serious, long ramble about trans thoughts and things that I wrote shortly afterwards:

Later addition: Someone asked how I take selfies, so I wrote a quick and dirty guide with some tips on how I do so in response to their ask:

Oh yeah and apparently I was a 196 microcelebrity? I never to thought I was popular enough for that but apparently some people do 🤷‍♀️. So uh, hi 196 tags, I'm abusing you for my pinned post LOL

As for terminology, I personally do think of myself as a “man who is becoming a woman” as opposed to having always been a woman. If that doesn’t resonate with your experience, I totally get that! But that’s why I freely call pre-HRT me a femboy, while still calling post-HRT me a trans woman. I’m also keeping the blog name as CatboyBiologist for the forseeable future, because at this point, Catboy just seems like a gender neutral term to me.

I’m also trying to put together a script for a podcast regarding how studying biology influenced my perspective on sex and gender- lmk if there’s any interest in that! It’s probably gonna be way too long and indulgent but oh well.

So uh. Yeah. I don’t end these types of things well. Byeeeeee

#196 #r196 #r/196 #rule #/r/196 #trans #transitioning #trans woman #trans femme #tortoise #tort #russian tortoise #trans tutorial #trans tummy tuesday #transgender #trans tumblr #trans selfie #trans journal

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jar-of-maise · 1 year ago

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incorrect quotes with my new fav trio

starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so

Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction? Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Clorinde: ... or he could do that.

...

Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~? Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~? Wriothesley: I- Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

...

Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley? Wriothesley: … No. Neuvillette: I do! Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette. Neuvillette: I’m sad! Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette

...

Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Wriothesley: ... Clorinde: ... Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question. Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

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Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked. Neuvillette: No. Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?

...

Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner? Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

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Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.

...

Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back. Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

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Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clorinde: Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them. Wriothesley: Don't you dare.

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Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning! Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey. Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind. Wriothesley: WAIT NO!

...

Wriothesley: Do you cook? Neuvillette: I made a cake once. Clorinde: Yeah, it was good. Neuvillette: Really? Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.

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Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.

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Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time? Neuvillette: Yeah, he did. Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back? Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.

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Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys? Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer? Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

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*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships* Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Neuvillette: Of course I do.

...

Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley! Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this? Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

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Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that- Clorinde: We know what you meant.

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Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette? Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

...

Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Wriothesley: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Wriothesley: Here you go. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: Clorinde: Why am I here?

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Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette. Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching. Wriothesley: Exactly.

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Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me? Wriothesley: ...yes? *Clorinde angrily burst into the room* Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!

guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME

PART II is now up!

#wriothesley #clorinde #neuvillette #i love them #they are my new babies #they are so silly #this devolves into a ship really fast but hush #platonic (mostly?) male and female friendships #wriolette #just a sprinkle #headcanons #genshin headcanons #incorrect quotes #genshin incorrect quotes #will become a series

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nmakii · 8 months ago

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Hii! Hear me out on this, right, Alastor (in your current yandere husband au) has one-on-one bonding with our lovely Noah. (I have a cat named Noah...lowkey imagining him here.) Idk what dads do with kids but for the sake of plot I'm going to call it hunting. Reader is sitting quietly as Noah tells her all about his day in the forest and how he got to see his food before it was his food! She starts thinking that no amount of nurture can overpower someone's nature. Reader doesn't hate her son...but she's just worried and is trying her best, because in her mind, she's still a single mom and always will be. (Rightfully so) Alastor is egging this on and almost trying to get reader to lose it in front of Noah, to prove something. Other things ! Alastor is def not happy with one kid lmao. Seven years is a long age gap...better hurry up! He wants his Emilia....not because his mother is asking for it or anything like it! Speaking of his mother...god rest her soul man...i lowkey would just marry him for her to be my legal mother (in-law). Rip mom...fly high girl... (Ps, can i please hug you platonically, i literally love you and your writing so much. Please remember that you've made so many cool things and will continue to make cool things no matter which path you go. Love you girly (gn), a little more than Alastor's mom) - Charry Anon

WE’RE GONNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE

[before you read this, read the rest of the story!]

— the more and more alastor influences your son, the more he becomes just like his father. but, why stop at just one child?

— i love u i will make MORE yandere alastor bc hes now my fave

you hated this house. no matter how much alastor tried to hide it, the subtle scent of blood reeked from all over this house.

you oh, so desperately wanted to run away— hop on a train all the way to long island. but, it isn’t so simple anymore. you had a son to think of, a son who’s growing scarily closer to his father.

the thought of hurting noah might have never crossed alastor’s mind, but he wasn’t above threatening it to bring you back home. and above all that, you couldn’t leave him alone with this wolf.

and so, you stayed.

“and then, papa told me to stay quiet… and he shot the turkey! papa took me to his butcher room and showed how get the yummy turkey meat! y’know mama, papa has lots of meat in his butcher room.” your son rambled on, kneeling on a stool by the kitchen counter as you prepare for dinner. “lots of meat, you say?” you raised an eyebrow. “…that sounds really fun, baby.” you sighed.

it’s only been a month since he forced you back. and, noah’s already calling alastor ‘papa’. he tainted your sweet boy’s mind— ‘mama lied to you, she wanted to keep you all to herself. she’s really selfish, but then again, i can’t blame her!’

and, you couldn’t protest. if you did, if you broke the rose-tinted filter alastor created— he would hurt you. not physically, alastor is still a ‘gentleman’. he’d hurt you mentally, break your little mind until you can’t do anything but nod your head.

alastor would never strike his hand on noah. after all, deep down, there’s some part of him that’s still in love with you, albeit in his own twisted way. and, noah is apart of you, alastor couldn’t bear to hurt him, not unless he’s misbehaving…

“mama, can we have the turkey we hunted for dinner?!” noah asked excitedly, slamming his hands against the counter over and over again. “sure, baby… but, remember before..? you got in trouble with mr. yee because you released all his chickens…” you asked, quite desperate. this little boy, the one who finds hunting fun. he is nothing like the one who wanted to become vegan after he found out where chicken comes from, despite failing because of his love for chicken burgers.

“yeah, but papa showed me how fun hunting is!” he squealed. at the mention of papa, alastor laughed, carrying noah from behind, tickling his belly as he kissed your little boy’s head. “talking to mama about our little trip, huh?” alastor grinned.

“ah, alastor… dinner will be ready in a half hour.” you glared at him. “no worries, my love. it just means that i have a half hour to play with our beautiful son!” he smugly said. he saw the hatred in your eyes the moment he said ‘our’.

he was trying to make you lose your shit. make you seem like a hysterical woman. that way, if you even tried to divorce him, noah would be left in his care. now that you were older and wiser, you wouldn’t play into his little trap.

“alright, you two have fun.” you begrudgingly smiled. alastor’s eyes widened, showing his shock for just one split second. alastor nudged noah, “go on for a second. papa wants to talk with mama.”

oh god, what now?

once noah left, alastor went behind you, straddling your waist. “what is it, alastor?” you groaned. “i want another child, darling” he whispered against your ear. “i visited my mother with noah last week, she adored him, my love. she said she’d adore a granddaughter this time. she even picked out a name, emilia.” he rambled on. “as much as i love your mother, i don’t want another child, alastor.” you hissed out.

“oh, but it’s not just my mother, dear. little noah also wants a little brother or sister of his own.” at the thought of a little sister for noah, it would keep him busy, away from alastor, wouldn’t it? he’d gain those brotherly instincts that are so reminiscent of the soft hearted boy you raised.

“…alright…” you frowned. alastor’s grip on your hips tightened as he pressed kisses onto your neck. “good girl.” your head leaned back as you melted into his touch. as much as you didn’t want to, the warm sensation of his soft lips on your skin was to die for. “after dinner, darling.” he grinned, finally leaving you alone.

what had you done to be forsaken with this monster?

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peacheeeliz · 3 months ago

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023. hey pretty (wc: 904)

blue = twitch chat

heartzfrombora: is the smp really coming to an end?

“As much as I'd love to say no, I honestly think it might,” Yuyu admits, frowning. “I think all of us have gotten really good progress on our empires, and with this whole beholder thing going on in the other empires, I think the end is inevitable.”

milfhos: BOOO 🍅🍅

strwchaos: NOOO 😭😭

“But this isn't the last you'll see of all of us together,” you continue for him. “We've talked to Yeonjun, and we all agree that another smp would be a lot of fun!”

You had ended your stream about an hour prior and instantly hopped on call with Yuyu to join him on his stream. It started off with the both of you playing various Roblox games, but now you had his stream pulled up, and you two were answering questions that chat has. They had all these questions about the Minecraft server: is it really ending soon, what's going to happen now that the ‘war’ is over, what the fuck even is a beholder, etc.

“Yeah, and we've still got a handful of sessions left for empires,” Yuyu beams. “So we're not done yet, don't worry.”

faepurity: what is going on between you two btw

Yuyu laughs nervously at that question, leaving a soft smile on your face. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he answers, and you hear the shuffle of him shaking his head. “There's nothing going on.”

“Sure, baby,” you tease, and he chokes on his words. You let out a light laugh, “whatever is going on between us is none of your guys’ business.”

heartzfrombora: borrrrriiiing

faepurity: just say you're dating and move on 😒😒

milfhos: no bcs what if they've been dating this whole time and went to war so we wouldn't know 🫢🫢

“Milf,” you pause, shaking your head. “Go to bed.”

milfhos: WHAT I COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT

Yuyu softly laughs at the interaction, continuing to watch you as you talk to his chat. Since the two of you weren't playing anything, he had just pulled up Discord for you to be on video for his stream. And although he says it's for chat, he knows it's just because he just wants to see you.

Your phone buzzes from its spot on your desk, indicating the food that you had ordered had been delivered. “Oh wait, my food just got here. I'll be right back, alright? Then you guys can get a once in a lifetime special mukbang,” you tease before leaving your chair. As soon as you leave your room, Yuyu’s chat blows up.

milfhos: ok be fr what's going on between you two

heartzfrombora: we won't tell her anything trust

gigigibaby: yea come on friends don't call each other “baby” and “pretty” what's going on

strwchaos: you two would be so cute together

Yuyu rolls his eyes, yet he lets out a soft chuckle. “I'm just going to tell you the same thing as Y/N; it's none of yours guys’ business. Sorry, not sorry.”

milfhos: awww 🥲🥲

“But, she does make me really happy,” he starts, staring at the outline of your door with a bashful smile. “I like talking to her, like a lot. It's crazy what six weeks can bring you, man.”

strwchaos: AWWWW

“Okay, okay, that's all you guys are getting,” he says, shaking his head again. “You guys are gonna clip that, and it'll be everywhere in an hour.”

gigigibaby: omg thanks for the idea 🩷

Before Yuyu can say anything else, your door opens back up. You walk back to your desk, dinner in hand, and a familiar roommate right behind you. Sungchan sends Yuyu a bright smile and an excited wave, pulling up a small chair to sit next to you.

“Sungie wanted to eat dinner with me, I hope that's alright,” you tell the boy behind the screen.

“Yeah, of course, don't worry,” he responds, saying ‘hi’ back to Sungchan. “You're always welcome to join us, so just come in whenever you want, man.”

“This is why I love you,” Sungchan says, hand over his heart. “And why Y/N lov-”

You smack the younger boy's thigh, a strained smile set on your lips. “Keep your mouth shut and you'll be able to stay.”

Yuyu smiles at the blush that rises to your ears, but his phone buzzes before he can tease her. “Great timing, looks like my dinner's here too.”

“Ooh, you go get it, and we can all eat together,” you suggest, stopping Sungchan from digging into his dinner. “We can wait.”

Yuyu smiles at this, “ok, sweet, I'll be right back then.” He stands up from his desk, placing his hand near his keyboard pad as leverage; which somehow turns his camera. Too focused on each other, Sungchan and you don't even notice it before it's too late.

Yuyu backs up from his desk, the movement on their screen catching the roommates’ attention. Unaware of the situation, the man's full body comes into the frame. “Fuck, Yuyu, your camera,” Sungchan exclaims, eyes widening.

Finally, he draws his eyes back to his computer, cursing before he rushes to turn everything off. Before you or Sungchan can say anything else, his stream is shut off, and the call goes dead. You sit there silently with the younger boy, too shocked to say anything.

“Was that fucking Yunho?” Sungchan questions, sending a concerned look your way.

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

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savventeen · 1 year ago

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you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

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