#you shiver and the city shivers with you.

[s4kura-tr3]

Jjk men who lends their jacket for their s/o, bc their freezing?

!pre relationship

Gojo - The autumn air was sharper than you expected, slipping through your clothes like a whisper of ice. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to ignore the way your skin prickled with the chill. The plan had been simple—just a quick walk through the city after dinner—but now, with the wind picking up, you regretted not grabbing a jacket before leaving.

Gojo, of course, was unfazed. Dressed in his usual effortless confidence, hands tucked in his pockets, he didn’t seem to notice the cold at all. But he did notice you.

“You shivering?” His voice was teasing, but there was something softer beneath it. He cocked his head, his signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“No,” you lied, even as another gust of wind made you wince.

He hummed, clearly unconvinced. Then, without warning, he shrugged off his jacket—a thick, expensive thing that smelled like him, all faint cologne and something undeniably Gojo. Before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders, his hands lingering just long enough to make your heart stutter.

“Can’t have you freezing on me,” he said, grinning. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I let that happen?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth that bloomed in your chest. “I never said you were a gentleman.”

“Ouch,” he laughed, nudging your side as he fell back into step beside you. “You wound me.”

Despite your words, you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, letting its warmth seep into your skin. It was big on you, the sleeves dangling past your hands, but you didn’t mind. Especially not when Gojo glanced over, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

Yeah. Maybe you’d “forget” to give it back.

Geto - The evening air was colder than you had expected. You hadn’t thought much of it when you left earlier, but now, with the wind sneaking through the fabric of your sleeves, you wished you had. Hugging your arms to your chest did little to stop the chill, but you refused to say anything.

Unfortunately for you, Geto noticed anyway.

“You’re cold.” It wasn’t a question—just a quiet observation, spoken with that calm certainty he always carried.

You started to shake your head, ready to deny it, but before you could, he was already moving. With an easy shrug, he slid his jacket off his shoulders and draped it over yours, the weight of it warm and steady. The scent of him—clean, familiar, something faintly like incense—wrapped around you as much as the fabric did.

“You don’t have to—”

“Just wear it,” he said, voice amused but firm. His fingers brushed against your arm as he adjusted the collar, making sure it covered you properly. The touch was fleeting, but it sent warmth curling through you in a way the jacket alone couldn’t.

You sighed, giving in. “You’re annoying.”

Geto chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets now that they were bare to the cold. “And yet, you’re still wearing my jacket.”

You pulled it tighter around yourself, the sleeves far too long for you, but somehow, that only made it better. When you peeked up at him, he was watching you with that small, knowing smile of his—the kind that made you feel like you had already lost whatever argument was about to happen.

Nanami - The night air was sharper than you expected, chilling you to the bone despite your best efforts to ignore it. You folded your arms across your chest, trying to preserve what little warmth you had, but the wind wasn’t forgiving. A small shiver betrayed you.

Nanami noticed instantly.

Without hesitation, he let out a quiet sigh and slipped off his jacket. Before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders with careful hands, his touch lingering as he adjusted the fit, making sure you were properly covered. The weight of it was warm, comforting—so distinctly him.

“You should have told me you were cold,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual. Not scolding—just concerned.

You glanced up at him, ready to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped you. There was no frustration, no exasperation. Just quiet care.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted, pulling the jacket tighter around yourself. It was big, the sleeves comically long, but you didn’t mind. If anything, it made you feel even warmer.

Nanami sighed again, this time more gently, almost amused. “You’re never a bother,” he said simply, like it was the easiest truth in the world.

His hand came up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before settling lightly against your shoulder. His thumb brushed over the fabric of the jacket—just once, absentmindedly, as if reassuring himself that you were warm enough.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded, swallowing down the sudden warmth spreading through your chest. “Yeah… better.”

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he stepped back. “Good,” he murmured. “If you get colder, just tell me. I won’t let you freeze.”

Sukuna - The cold night air bit at your skin, creeping through your clothes no matter how much you tried to ignore it. You hated showing weakness around him of all people, but your body betrayed you—a small shiver ran through you before you could stop it.

Sukuna, who had been walking just ahead of you, suddenly stopped. Without turning around, he let out a low chuckle.

“You’re trembling,” he mused, voice dripping with amusement.

You straightened, forcing yourself to scoff. “I’m fine.”

He finally turned to face you, his crimson eyes gleaming with something unreadable. His gaze swept over you, slow and knowing, before he let out a dramatic sigh. “Pathetic.”

Before you could snap back at him, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in your direction. You barely caught it, startled by the unexpected gesture. The fabric was thick and warm, and the scent of him—smoky, sharp, and undeniably Sukuna—lingered in every fiber.

You stared at him, suspicious. “You care?”

He smirked, stepping closer until he was towering over you. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said, voice dropping into something almost dangerous. “If you freeze to death, it’ll be annoying.”

You rolled your eyes but slipped the jacket on anyway, unable to hide the way your body instantly relaxed into its warmth. It was big—far too big—but strangely, that made it all the more comforting.

Sukuna watched you, his gaze dark and unreadable. Then, with a scoff, he reached out, tugging the collar higher around your neck with a rough but precise touch.

“You look ridiculous,” he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words.

You smirked. “And yet, you still gave it to me.”

His eyes narrowed, but instead of responding, he simply turned and kept walking. “Hurry up,” he called over his shoulder. “I’m not waiting all night.”

You smiled to yourself, pulling the jacket tighter around you as you followed after him.

Toji - The night air was sharp, cutting through your clothes no matter how much you tried to ignore it. You rubbed your arms, trying to preserve what little warmth you had, but it wasn’t doing much. The last thing you wanted was to complain—especially not in front of him.

Toji, who had been walking beside you, let out a low chuckle. “Tch. You’re shivering.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I’m not.”

He shot you a knowing look, sharp green eyes glinting under the dim streetlights. “Yeah? Then what’s this?” Before you could react, he reached out and ran a calloused finger down your bare arm, making you shudder for an entirely different reason.

You smacked his hand away, scowling. “You are such an ass.”

He only grinned, that lazy, cocky smirk of his settling on his lips. But before you could snap at him again, he did something that genuinely surprised you—he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it at you.

The weight of it was warm, heavy, and carried him all over it—faint cologne, something smoky, and a little bit of gunpowder, like trouble and comfort all at once. You blinked at him, caught off guard.

“You’re giving me your jacket?”

Toji scoffed. “I ain’t giving you anything. Just borrowing it before you turn into an icicle. Don’t get used to it.”

Despite his words, his hand reached out again, this time grabbing the collar and tugging it snug around your shoulders. The gesture was rough, almost impatient, but weirdly…gentle. You swallowed, caught somewhere between rolling your eyes and letting your heart stutter.

“You’re warm now, yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter this time.

You nodded, trying to ignore how ridiculously huge the jacket was on you. “Yeah…”

“Good.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, his smirk returning. “’Cause I’m not carrying your frozen ass home.”

You snorted, pulling the jacket tighter around you. “Sure, Toji.”

He glanced at you, something amused—maybe even a little fond—lingering in his gaze before he turned away. “Hurry up,” he muttered, resuming his pace.

You smiled to yourself, knowing damn well he was walking just a little slower for you.

Megumi - The night air was colder than you expected, creeping through your clothes and making you instinctively rub your arms for warmth. You didn’t say anything, though. Complaining wasn’t really your thing—especially not in front of him.

Megumi, walking beside you with his hands stuffed in his pockets, glanced over. His expression, as always, was unreadable, but his sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing.

“You’re cold,” he stated plainly.

You shook your head, forcing a small smirk. “I’m fine.”

Megumi let out a quiet sigh, one that sounded suspiciously like you’re impossible. Without another word, he slipped off his jacket and held it out to you, not even looking in your direction as he did.

“Here.”

You blinked at him. “You don’t have to—”

“Just take it,” he muttered, a faint hint of exasperation in his tone. But despite the gruffness, there was something so Megumi about the gesture—quiet, thoughtful, and without any expectation of thanks.

You hesitated for half a second before slipping it on. The warmth was immediate, and the scent of him—something clean and familiar, a little bit like pine—wrapped around you. The jacket was a little big, but you didn’t mind.

“…Thanks,” you said, your voice softer now.

Megumi simply hummed in acknowledgment, eyes still fixed ahead. But after a beat, he glanced over at you, his gaze flickering to where his jacket swallowed you whole. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something—but instead, he just shook his head, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

“…Just don’t get sick,” he muttered, looking away again.

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

Megumi scoffed, his ears suspiciously pink. “Shut up.”

You laughed, pulling the jacket tighter around yourself. He might have pretended not to care, but you knew better.

Yuji - The cold was relentless, biting through your clothes no matter how much you tried to ignore it. You rubbed your arms, silently cursing yourself for not checking the weather before leaving. Yuji, walking beside you, had been talking animatedly about some movie he watched recently, but his words suddenly trailed off.

You glanced up at him just in time to see his brows knit together in concern. “Wait… are you cold?”

You immediately shook your head. “Nope. Totally fine.”

Yuji squinted at you, unconvinced. Then, without another word, he stopped in his tracks. Before you could question it, he yanked off his jacket in one swift motion.

“Here.” He didn’t wait for you to protest—he just grinned and draped it over your shoulders, pulling the fabric snug around you like it was second nature. His hands lingered at your arms for a second, rubbing warmth into them before finally stepping back.

You looked up at him, surprised. “Yuji, you really don’t have to—”

He waved a hand dismissively. “No way! What kind of friend—” he paused, tilting his head, “or super cool guy would I be if I let you freeze?”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head at him. “Super cool guy, huh?”

“Obviously,” he said with a wink. “But I’d be an even cooler guy if you let me buy you something warm to drink too.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. His jacket was big on you, the sleeves almost swallowing your hands, and the scent of him—warm and a little sweet, like citrus and something undeniably Yuji—wrapped around you.

“…Fine,” you relented. “But only because I don’t want your jacket to go to waste.”

Yuji grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he fell into step beside you again. “Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He nudged your shoulder playfully, and despite the cold air still biting at your cheeks, you felt warm.

[narcjsistx]

little nsfw scenario, DNI if you're a minor <3 ; words: 0.6k

Imagine, you and RIN ITOSHI in the dark corridor of the cinema of your city, with Sae in the next room who has no idea what is happening between his brother and his best friend, who doesn't know that before he came home his best friend was on his brother's lap, and that Rin was going crazy with your cunt completely pressed against his thighs :(

And that now that the three of you are at the cinema, Rin couldn't help but follow you when you said you were going to the bathroom. if you think you can leave him in this uncomfortable situation for so many hours, you are wrong!

As you are about to reach the bathroom door, you feel a familiar hand blocking you; Rin stands before you, his hand gripping your wrist, a mixture of desire and hesitation in his eyes. His breathing is slightly ragged, his body moving on its own accord as he pushed you against the wall, his face now mere inches away from yours. Taken by surprise, you feel his hands take you from under your thighs, lifting you up and placing you at another height. In an instant, his lips crash against yours, kissing you fiercely, his body pressing you even harder against the wall: his hands grip your thighs tightly, bringing you closer to him as he devours your lips, the kiss filled with a mix of passion and desperation, as if he's finally giving into the desire that's been building up within him all this time. You are surprised by the passion with which he kisses you, and for a few seconds you don't move... but when you realize, you respond to his kiss, running your hands through his hair. Rin lets out a soft groan as you respond to his kiss, his body shivering. He kisses you even harder, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring and tasting you with an intensity that surprises even himself

He leans in, his lips hovering just above your neck, his breath hot against your skin "You're driving me crazy..." he whispers, his hand now sliding underneath your shirt, feeling your bare skin against his touch. Rin's hand moves to your breast, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. He feels the way you gasp in response to his touch, a small smirk forming on his lips "You like that, don't you...?" he whispers, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin. His teeth graze against your skin, biting

Rin takes your moans as a response as a cue to continue, his lips and teeth roaming across your neck, leaving love bites and soft kisses as he goes. He continues to kiss and bite, his hand still moving gently on your breast, his actions now becoming more urgent, more hungry "You taste so good..." he murmurs against your skin. You are left speechless, feeling how he can make you dumb with just his touch; Rin can feel the effect his touch has on you, the way you're left at his mercy. It only serves to fuel his desire even further, his touches now becoming even more intimate and possessive. He leans in, his lips now right next to your ear, his voice low and rough "I want you... I need you..." he whispers, his hand now squeezing your boob, as his fingers focus on your needy and red nipple

He holds you, his hands still under your thighs "Wrap your legs around me..." he commands, his voice rough and needy. Rin growls appreciatively as you obey his command, his hips pressing against yours tightly as your legs wrap around his waist. He can feel the way your bodies are connected now, the heat between you only growing more intense. He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing your jawline as he looks at you with desire "You're mine... all mine..."

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[biteyoubiteme]

rosé

yeonjun x fem!reader warnings:🔞!!! tw:stepcest, don't like don't read!, vibrator use, no penetration, mentions of biting/teeth used, panty-fucking, prob forgot some sorry wc: 2.2k an: uuummm so look away I guess I still wont take requests for this kind fic and im not tagging my usual taglist so :p pls don't read if you don't like it

“You have to be joking,” your hand is still caught on the doorknob, frozen in place as you take in the sight of your childhood bedroom. Half the space was covered in boxes, labeled in the sideways handwriting of your step-mother. But everything else was frozen in time as the day you had left for college, frozen as the last holiday you had been back, ugly Christmas sweater thrown at the edge of your bed. Even the lone mattress on the ground from where a cousin had spent the weekend was waiting to be slept in. 

And that is where Yeonjun stood, his chuckle caught between shock and humor. He was holding a half-drunk bottle of rosé, the cap still screwed on the cheap glass. “You're not very good at hiding things,” he shakes the liquid enough to draw your eyes to it. 

“Going through people's things is childish,” you mutter, tossing your bag next to the bed, “shouldn't you be in your own room?” 

It wasn't new to see him around the times that you visited, he lived only a town over, closer than you had stayed when the two of you had dispersed from home. He wanted to stay close to his mom, loved to rub it in your face when you came back that he was the better child. Your parents hadn't gotten married until the last year of high school, too soon for you to really find a connection with your new step-mom in a way that yeonjun had found with your dad. 

“They turned my room into a gym,” he kicked at the boxes littering the space, “they haven't gotten around to clearing out yours but it's going to be the guest room from now on,” 

“No-” you groaned, falling back on your bed, “I don't want a roommate for the weekend, I wanted relaxation,” it's not that you care they are changing things around but it was less appealing to have to know every time you came home you would have to spend it in the same room as any cousin, family member, or, like now, stepbrother.  Some selfish part of you hadn't liked how changed everything had become since the added members in the house had become permanent, your room had stayed yours, and if you had anything left of before it was this. 

“You don't want me around? I'm good company,” you can hear the dip in his voice, the low murmur of it making you shiver. You sit up on your elbows, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Don't take that tone with me,” but it's weak, the both of you know it, testing the line drawn in the sand every time you two had the opportunity. Spending time in such close quarters didn’t help it in the slightest. The two of you had agreed, or you had told him, that you wouldn't push it further than the teasing, and yet… 

Yeonjun’s lip lifts in a smirk, just high enough to show his teeth, calling your bluff. You remember that hazy period in time when the two of you didn't have to keep apart, fumbling kisses shared at a party, hands finding places neither of you wanted to pull away from. It was only a few weeks later when you were told about the engagement, the shock was a bucket of ice water thrown over the two of you. Suddenly flirty glances in class turned to frozen glares and when you moved in that last year together it had felt suffocating. It had been a mix of teenage annoyance and rebellion to avoid him, and you did in the short few months you spent in his company. 

Then you had both gone to college, two separate universities on opposite sides of the city. It had been easy to ignore him but easier still to find it in you to heal the indifference into tolerance. But then you found yourself at a party, the lights low and his smile just like this one now. You couldn't blame drinking, couldn't blame anything except the fact that you wanted to kiss him again, needed to devour him in the way that he had consumed your mind anytime you thought of him. 

You had been the one to stop it before it had gone too far, in the backseat of his car, grinding on him, still chasing his lips even as you said ‘We have to stop’ his soft reply of, ‘We should’ without either of you pulling away. It had been on your mind every time you saw him again, especially now. 

“Fine, but I want a thank you, I found all your contraband that you wouldn't want them to find when cleaning your room out,” he lifted the bottle again, “how long did you have this stashed in the back of your closet?” 

You had forgotten all about the bottle, less so about most things sitting in your closet, drawers, or under the bed. You had moved out your important things, anything left was by mistake or unimportant. “Who cares we are adults, a little rosé is nothing to worry over them finding,” 

“And this?” you didn't know what to expect when he lifted his hand, another lone bottle of some other drink you forgot about was nothing to worry about and yet it wasn't that. There in his hand was a slim vibrator, pink and a foreign sight in his grasp. 

“Yeonjun-” you whisper shouted, the two of you were alone in the house, the bedroom all the way up in the attic space. But it felt like you couldn't scold him loudly, your face flushing, heat spreading all over you. And he chuckled, shoulder shaking as he flicked his finger over the button to turn it on, the soft buzz making you clench your thighs. “Put it away,” 

“Should I? I charged it and it would be a shame not to use it, if even a little bit,” he stalked closer, slow like a prowl, already having his sights set on eating you alive. “And you already look like you want it on you,” you watched the way his eyes flickered down to your thighs, rubbing together as you tried to deny that they were doing so. 

“We said we wouldn't,” you whisper, hands twisting in the sheets as he leans down nose so close to bumping yours, breathing in the same air. 

“We said we shouldn't, that never stopped us before,” the last syllable is pressed right to your upper lip, the ghosting of his mouth like sweet temptation against yours, “and all I could think about since the last time was that we shouldn't have stopped, because now you're all that's ever on my mind and you're never even around to rectify that,” he leans in closer, on hand bracing beside you on the bed while you try to keep even a hairs distance from falling into his trap because once you slipped up and found yourself caught you knew you wouldn't even try to escape. “Just one kiss, please,” 

“Just one-” You couldn't even get the words out before he was on you, pressing his mouth to yours, seeking to consume you. Your hands shot out, pulling on his shirt locking him in place as he fell on top of you hardly even trying to keep his distance but you wouldn't even give him that once his lips were on yours. The two of you worked so well together, every little touch was sending sparks up and down your body. You opened your legs instinctively for him, wanted him to fit against you, slot himself in your personal space even if it was only for the length of one kiss. But that wasn't what it was, this wasn't the simple peck but a feast of pent-up want and need reduced to a single moment as if you hadn't indulged before. 

He was hot and hard, grinding against you until you were gasping into his mouth, sloppy kisses now working down your throat as he nipped at your skin, teeth looking to find every sensitive spot you had. He wanted to devour you even if he shouldn't, and you were no better. It didn't matter if you said just one kiss, the two of you knew what it meant, you had said it before and you had him on the verge of finishing untouched in his jeans but he would finish this time, he wanted to reach that spot with you. 

And you wanted it too, not caring about your previous intentions as soon as he was pressed so close to you. He reached his hand down between you two, vibrator on as he pressed it right against your clothed clit, the vibration muffled with all the fabric and yet you gasped, hips bucking up to meet the sensation. “Oh,” his open-mouthed kisses warm against the skin on your throat, your hands sliding up to his hair, twisting your fingers in the strands. He pulls away for only a second, hands falling to the waistband of your pants, needing to get them off of you. “We can't-” 

“Please- I just wanna see how wet you are for me,” he begs, forehead pressed to yours feeling your nod more than seeing it. He pulls your pants clean off, leaving you in the nearly transparent white panties you have on. Yeonjun groans at the outline of you clear as day as the fabric clings to you. He doesn't hesitate to press the vibrator right back over your clit. You try to snap your thighs closed, the one less layer making it so much harder to not react. 

His free hand comes out to trace over your cunt, fingers circling up and down as you throw your head back, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Now look at that,” he runs one finger between the fabric of your panties and your aching center, the digit coming away slick as he lifts it to his mouth to taste, your brows scrunching together as you try to hold back your whine. It's a drawn-out moan that comes from him, “You taste as good as you look,” he presses the vibrator harder on your clit, “let me fuck you- please-” 

“We shouldn't-” you try but it's caught in your throat when he clicks up the vibration, free hand back to running up and down the outside of your panties. 

“Please,” he whispers like it's ripping him apart, not being able to sink into you when you look this good. He presses his pelvis closer to you, his bulge perfect for your grinding hips to try and find a steady pace on. “Please,” he lets his hips drag along with the word, your lip caught between your teeth as you try not to cry out but it's impossible to deny him, especially when he's promising to not put it in, and you know if you say no he will stop and if you say yes you wouldn't stop him even if he did try to do more. And all you wanted was more. 

You nod, needing more of him, needing to feel something more if anything at all. He pushes his hand into his pants, tugging out his cock, veiny and slick with bubbling precum, wrist working to give it a few loose drags. You're whimpering at the sight, wishing to say to hell with not having him just fuck you into the mattress. And you almost do say ‘fuck it’ the second he presses his tip right to your covered entrance, the slick of your panties only causing him to slip, the length of him rubbing over you. 

“I won't- I won't,” he's screwing his eyes closed, shaking his head as he convinces himself more than he's telling you. Just brushing against you, feeling the vibration hitting right under his tip as he grinds down on you makes it so much worse. Every sound he's making is desperate and whiny, echoing in the room as he presses his free hand into the mattress, keeping you pressed down and in the circle of his arm. He can't control the way his hips move, just chasing the high of wanting to be in you and the feel of you so close and yet so far. 

He tries to press his tip back in, properly fucking into your panties even if there is little give before he's back to slipping and grinding back down on your cunt, clicking up the vibrator until you can feel it sending sparks all over your body, the ache in your belly turning into a blinding light before you tremble, tugging him closer to you as much as you can get. “I'm- I'm cu-” It's only a moment before your orgasm crashes into you, your body trying to pull away from the vibration and yet being stuck in place with the weight of Yeonjun over you.

And he doesn't stop or pull away, whimpering as he jerks, cock twitching right before he's spilling ropes of white all over your stomach, t-shirt a mess of it. It's not until he pulls away the vibrator, clicking it off, that he's stopped the slow dribble of cum from shooting out. 

Both of you are breathing hard, Yeonjun's face now pressing into your neck to try and hide, hips still moving, languid as he softens. “Never again,” you try to say, but both of you know the truth, especially when you're running your fingers through the hair at his sweaty temple. 

“Of course, never again,” he mutters but he's leaning right back in to kiss you. 

taglist for those who asked lol @beomiracles @beombunni and im tagging the wonderful @thetxtdevil bc she is the one who came up with this idea and gifted it to me ily mae thank you so bad-

[jungwnies]

ENHYPEN | valentines day

୨ৎ : featuring : enhypen (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, & ni-ki) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested or not) : spending valentines day with your en- boyfriend ୨ৎ : pairing : bf!en- x gn!reader

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : tws : slight suggestive for some members ୨ৎ : word count : 4181

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : happy valentines day to everyone! <3 (i can't like, riki's is definitely my favorite...)

이희승 ʚ・lee heeseung

the first thing you felt on valentine's morning was warmth.

not from the sun filtering through the curtains, but from the arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you from moving. and then, his voice. low, groggy, and already laced with teasing.

“morning, baby,” heeseung mumbled, lips brushing against the side of your neck.

you groaned, turning your face into the pillow. “too early, hee.”

“it’s never too early,” he murmured, pressing slow, lazy kisses along your skin. “especially not on valentine’s day.”

you huffed, already feeling heat creep up your neck. heeseung always started the morning like this—shameless, suggestive, and completely in love with making you flustered.

“you’re impossible.”

“i prefer irresistible,” he grinned, rolling onto his side so he could look at you properly. his hair was tousled from sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded but filled with mischief. “and you love me for it.”

you sighed dramatically, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “unfortunately.”

heeseung let out a soft chuckle before leaning in, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“happy valentine’s day,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours.

and just like that, the day officially began.

by the time you finally got out of bed, heeseung had already slipped into sweetest boyfriend mode.

breakfast was set up with all your favorites, music played softly in the background, and, most importantly, his phone was nowhere in sight.

“no gaming today?” you teased as you sat down.

he scoffed, popping a strawberry into his mouth. “nope. i’m in full boyfriend mode.”

you raised an eyebrow. “that so?”

“mhm.” he leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand, eyes locked on you. “and i take my job very seriously.”

the rest of the day was effortless. a walk through the city, his hand finding yours every chance he got. him sneaking pictures of you when you weren’t looking, then pretending he wasn’t just caught. constant teasing, constant laughter, and an absurd amount of flirting.

“babe, you look so good today.”

“i look the same as i always do.”

“exactly. which means you look good every day.”

you rolled your eyes, pretending not to enjoy it. but he saw right through you. he always did.

that night, he took you to a rooftop restaurant, the city glowing beneath you. for once, he was quiet, his usual playfulness replaced with something softer.

you reached for his hand. “what’s on your mind?”

heeseung exhaled, rubbing slow circles on your palm with his thumb. “just thinking about how lucky i am.”

your breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice.

“i know i joke around a lot,” he continued, his eyes locked onto yours. “but i never want you to think i don’t take us seriously. you mean everything to me.”

your chest tightened, warmth spreading through you like a slow burn. “you’re such a sap,” you whispered, smiling.

“only for you, baby.”

you lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.

heeseung groaned, running his free hand down his face. “you know what that does to me.”

you tilted your head innocently. “what?”

his fingers tightened around yours as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch.

“lucky for you,” he murmured, “we still have the rest of the night.”

박종성 ʚ・park jongseong

the first thing you noticed when you woke up was the scent of fresh flowers. roses, lilies, and orchids were carefully arranged on the nightstand beside you. a small card rested against the vase, jay’s familiar handwriting standing out against the crisp white paper.

"good morning, love. happy valentine’s day. take your time waking up. breakfast is waiting when you are ready. see you soon. yours, jay."

you smiled as warmth spread through your chest. the sound of waves outside the villa reminded you of where you were. cebu, philippines. a place you had planned to visit together, not as a surprise, but as the perfect valentine’s getaway. and knowing jay, he had planned everything down to the last detail.

by the time you stepped outside onto the villa’s terrace, the salty breeze wrapped around you, carrying the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore. jay stood by the breakfast table, dressed casually in a linen shirt and shorts. his sunglasses were lazily perched on his head, and when he saw you, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“there you are,” he said, setting his coffee down. “i was going to come wake you up myself.”

you crossed your arms, tilting your head. “you would have been dragged into bed with me.”

his laugh was low and amused. “you say that like it would be a problem.”

rolling your eyes, you settled into the chair he pulled out for you. the table was filled with fresh fruit, warm pastries, and local delicacies. jay reached for a mango slice and held it up to your lips with a smirk.

“eat,” he instructed.

you took a bite, humming in approval as the sweet flavor melted on your tongue. “this is amazing.”

he grinned, watching you. “i know. only the best for my favorite person.”

after breakfast, jay led you to a private boat waiting to take you to a hidden lagoon. the ride was smooth, the ocean stretching endlessly around you. he kept close, his fingers brushing yours, his presence steady and warm.

at one point, he leaned in with a teasing grin. “wouldn’t this be a perfect place for a kiss?”

you raised an eyebrow. “are you asking or telling?”

he smirked before pulling you in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. when he pulled away, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

the day passed effortlessly. snorkeling in crystal-clear water, exploring caves, and chasing each other through the shallow surf. jay made sure you were never too far from him, always finding an excuse to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist, or press a kiss to your temple when he thought you were too distracted to catch him.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, jay brought you back to the villa, though instead of heading inside, he led you to a secluded setup on the beach. a small dining table sat in the sand, surrounded by glowing lanterns and plush cushions. the waves provided a soothing soundtrack as candlelight flickered in the breeze.

“you did all this?” you asked, eyes wide.

jay smiled, taking your hand as he guided you to sit. “you deserve a perfect night.”

dinner was slow and intimate, filled with quiet laughter and soft touches. jay stole food from your plate more times than necessary, but you let it slide, especially when he would reach for your hand right after, lacing his fingers with yours as if he needed to be close to you.

“you really went all out,” you said, watching him as he poured you another glass of wine.

he met your gaze, something softer settling in his eyes. “of course i did. it’s you.”

your breath caught at the weight behind his words.

he smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “i’m already thinking about next year.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “we haven’t even finished tonight.”

his fingers traced along the back of your hand. “that’s the best part.”

the sound of the ocean filled the space between you as the night stretched on. jay pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the waves kissed the shore. he pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“stay here with me. no plans. just us.”

you nodded, resting against him as the stars glowed above. in that moment, nothing else mattered except being here, in his arms, exactly where you were meant to be.

심���윤 ʚ・sim jaeyun

jake had asked you to be his valentine a week ago.

it was the kind of thing that made your heart flutter. he could have assumed, could have just surprised you on the day, but no. he had asked properly, standing in front of you with that warm, boyish smile and hopeful eyes.

“i mean, i know we’re together,” he had said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but i still wanted to ask. so… will you be my valentine?”

like you could ever say no to him.

valentine’s day arrived with jake at your door, holding a bouquet of flowers and a bright smile.

“happy valentine’s day,” he said, eyes shining as he handed them to you. “and before you say anything, yes, there’s more.”

you laughed, letting him inside as he placed a carefully wrapped gift bag on the table. his excitement was contagious, the way he bounced slightly on his feet, waiting for you to open it.

inside, you found your favorite snacks, little things that reminded you of him, and a small box tucked neatly at the bottom. you glanced up at him, and he simply grinned.

“open it,” he urged, practically buzzing with anticipation.

lifting the lid, you found a delicate bracelet resting inside. it was simple but beautiful, something timeless that you could wear every day. your fingers brushed over it before looking back up at jake, who was watching you nervously.

“i wanted to get you something you could keep forever,” he said softly. “something to remind you that i’ll always be here.”

your heart squeezed at his words. he was always like this, always so thoughtful in the ways he loved you.

you smiled, eyes soft. “jake, this is perfect.”

relief washed over his face before he took the bracelet from the box, reaching for your wrist. as he clasped it carefully, his fingers lingered against your skin.

“there,” he said, his voice quieter now. “now you have a piece of me with you all the time.”

you looked down at the bracelet, then back at him, warmth spreading through your chest.

“i don’t need a bracelet to remind me of you,” you murmured. “you’re kind of hard to forget.”

jake laughed, cheeks tinged pink. “that’s good, because i plan on being around for a long time.”

you didn’t doubt that for a second.

the rest of the evening was spent wrapped in the warmth of each other. he had planned a cozy night in, just the two of you, eating your favorite food and watching a movie that neither of you paid much attention to. at some point, you ended up curled against him, his arm draped around you as his fingers traced light circles on your arm.

“you know,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head, “i don’t think one day is enough to show you how much i love you.”

you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “no?”

he shook his head, smiling softly. “no. so let’s make every day feel like this.”

and as you sat there, completely wrapped up in him, you realized there was nothing else you would ever need.

because jake would always be yours.

박성훈 ʚ・park sunghoon

sunghoon had never really cared about valentine’s day.

it had always been just another date on the calendar, a day where couples exchanged gifts and grand gestures, something he had never personally been part of. until now.

until you.

which was exactly why he had been fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater for the past five minutes, trying to act normal as you sat beside him on the couch, completely unaware of the way his heart was racing.

earlier that day, sunghoon had shown up at your place, carrying a bag filled with snacks, takeout from your favorite restaurant, and a small, neatly wrapped gift. he had spent too much time picking it out, pacing through the store until he found something he hoped you would love.

when you opened the door, he hesitated for a second before finally speaking. “happy valentine’s day.”

you smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “happy valentine’s day, hoon.”

he cleared his throat, glancing down at the bag in his hands. “i, um… i got you something. it’s not much, but…”

before he could finish, you took the bag from him, peeking inside with a soft expression. “you got my favorite food?”

he shrugged, shifting on his feet. “yeah, well… i know you like it, so…”

your heart melted at the small gesture. “that’s really sweet, hoon.”

his ears turned slightly pink, but he tried to brush it off. “it’s nothing.”

now, with dinner finished and the two of you curled up on the couch, sunghoon felt his usual hesitation slip away. it had taken him some time to get used to being affectionate, but when it was just the two of you, away from the eyes of the world, he didn’t have to hold back.

he leaned into your side, resting his head against your shoulder with a soft sigh. his fingers played absentmindedly with the hem of your sleeve as he mumbled, “this is nice.”

you smiled, tilting your head slightly to look at him. “yeah? i didn’t take you for a valentine’s day person.”

he huffed, pretending to be indifferent. “i wasn’t. but now… i think i get why people like it.”

you reached up, brushing a hand through his hair gently. he closed his eyes at the touch, relaxing into you.

after a moment, he sat up slightly and reached for the small box he had placed on the table earlier. he handed it to you, avoiding your gaze as he muttered, “i also got you this. it’s not a big deal or anything, but…”

curious, you opened the box to find a delicate necklace resting inside, simple yet beautiful.

you looked at him, touched by the gesture. “hoon, this is perfect.”

he let out a breath he had been holding. “yeah?”

you nodded. “yeah.”

a small, relieved smile tugged at his lips before he reached out, carefully taking the necklace from the box. “let me put it on you.”

as his fingers brushed against your skin while clasping it around your neck, he hesitated for just a second before wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you into a warm embrace. his chin rested against your shoulder, his voice softer now.

“thanks for spending today with me,” he murmured. “it… means a lot.”

you turned slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “i wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

sunghoon let out a content sigh, holding you even closer.

maybe valentine’s day wasn’t so bad after all.

김선우 ʚ・kim sunoo

the moment you opened your door, you were greeted by the sight of sunoo holding the biggest heart-shaped balloon you had ever seen.

“happy valentine’s day!” he exclaimed, grinning brightly as he bounced on his feet. in his other hand, he held a small gift bag decorated with pastel hearts, and tucked under his arm was a pink plushie in the shape of a bunny.

you blinked, already feeling your heart melt. “sunoo… this is adorable.”

“i know,” he said proudly, stepping inside. “but wait, there’s more! we have a very special valentine’s date planned, so hurry and put on something cute.”

you laughed at his excitement but nodded. “okay, okay, give me five minutes.”

“five minutes?” he pouted, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “that’s like… forever.”

rolling your eyes fondly, you leaned up and kissed his cheek before hurrying to get ready.

a short while later, you found yourself at the cutest little café, one that sunoo had clearly put a lot of thought into choosing. everything was decorated for valentine’s day, from the heart-shaped pastries to the soft pink fairy lights strung across the ceiling.

sunoo clapped his hands together excitedly. “isn’t this place perfect?”

you nodded, already in love with the cozy atmosphere. “you really know how to plan the cutest dates.”

he gave you a smug little smile, resting his chin in his hand. “of course, i do. i have to impress my valentine, after all.”

your heart did a little flip at the way he was looking at you.

when the desserts arrived, sunoo’s entire face lit up. “look at this!” he pointed excitedly at the heart-shaped strawberry shortcake. “it’s almost too cute to eat.”

you grinned. “almost.”

sunoo giggled as he picked up his fork, cutting a small bite before holding it up to your lips. “say ahh~”

you rolled your eyes playfully but let him feed you, the sweetness of the cake nothing compared to the boy in front of you.

“good?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

you nodded, swallowing. “delicious.”

he beamed, taking a bite for himself before humming in approval. “this is the best valentine’s ever.”

“you say that like you’ve had so many,” you teased.

he huffed dramatically. “i haven’t, but this one is special.” his voice softened slightly as he looked at you. “because it’s with you.”

your heart melted on the spot.

sunoo, of course, noticed your reaction and giggled. “did i make you shy? cute.”

you groaned, covering your face as he laughed, reaching over to hold your hand across the table.

after stuffing yourselves with sweets, the two of you walked hand in hand through the city, stopping to look at window displays and snapping cute photos together. sunoo was as affectionate as ever, squeezing your hand and swinging it slightly as he walked.

“i hope today was fun for you,” he said after a while, glancing at you with a small smile.

you squeezed his hand back. “it was perfect.”

he sighed dramatically. “ugh, now i have to make next year even better.”

you laughed. “i have no doubt you’ll manage.”

sunoo grinned, pulling you into a warm hug. “good. because i plan on being your valentine for a long time.”

as you stood there wrapped in his arms, the soft glow of the city lights around you, you couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

양정원 ʚ・yang jungwon

jungwon had planned a simple valentine’s day. nothing too extravagant, just the two of you spending time together. but the second you teased him about being so romantic, he immediately started denying it.

“i just thought it would be nice,” he mumbled, adjusting his scarf as the two of you walked toward seoul tower. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

you smirked. “not a big deal? you literally packed a picnic, booked the perfect spot, and even picked a matching color scheme for our outfits.”

his ears turned pink. “that was an accident.”

“oh? so you just accidentally coordinated us?”

he sighed, clearly regretting every choice he made that led to this moment.

by the time you reached the top of seoul tower, the city stretched below you, lights flickering like tiny stars. jungwon had set up a small picnic on a bench near the railing, complete with snacks and hot drinks to keep you warm.

you nudged him as you sat down. “look at you, mr. romantic.”

jungwon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “i knew i shouldn’t have told you my plan.”

you laughed, leaning against him. “i’m just teasing. this is really sweet.”

he peeked at you through his fingers, his pout still visible. “you’re having fun, though, right?”

you smiled, nodding. “of course. especially because i get to watch you get all shy.”

he huffed, picking up a snack and handing it to you. “eat your food and stop bullying me.”

you grinned but took the snack, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

after finishing the picnic, you both walked over to the love locks, looking at the countless messages couples had written before attaching them to the railing.

jungwon hesitated before pulling out a small lock from his pocket. he looked down at it, then at you, clearing his throat. “i thought… maybe we could put one here too.”

your teasing grin softened as you watched him fidget slightly, his fingers playing with the lock. he had probably debated whether this was too much, but the way he looked at you, eyes filled with quiet affection, made your heart melt.

taking the marker from him, you scribbled both your names on the lock, along with a small doodle. when you handed it back, jungwon smiled before clicking it onto the railing.

“there,” he said, stepping back. “now it’s official.”

you leaned in closer. “does this mean we’re locked in forever?”

jungwon turned red so fast you thought he might explode. “i— i mean— that’s not—”

you laughed, watching him trip over his words. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

he groaned, covering his face again. “you are never letting this go, are you?”

“not a chance.”

despite his embarrassment, he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as you both stood there, looking out over the city. his grip tightened slightly as he whispered, “i wouldn’t want to spend today with anyone else.”

for once, you let him have his moment.

then, after a few seconds, you smirked. “so does that mean you do want to be locked in forever?”

“oh my god.”

西村力 ʚ・nishimura riki

spending valentine’s day with riki meant two things.

one, there was zero chance of having a boring day.

two, there was a very high chance of getting lost at least once.

“i know exactly where we’re going,” riki said confidently as he led you through the bustling streets of tokyo.

“you said that ten minutes ago,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

he waved you off. “that was before i adjusted the route.”

“you mean before you got distracted by that street performer and forgot where we were?”

“… that is completely unrelated.”

you sighed dramatically but followed him anyway, smiling at the way he seemed completely at home in the city. despite the questionable navigation skills, there was something comforting about being with him, watching the way his eyes lit up every time he pointed out a place he loved.

after wandering around for a while (totally not because he lost track of the map again), riki finally took you to a cozy food stall tucked in an alleyway.

“this place has the best takoyaki,” he declared, grabbing a pair of chopsticks before handing you a piece. “try it.”

you took a bite, humming at the flavor. “okay, you were right. this is amazing.”

riki smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “told you. i have exquisite taste.”

you rolled your eyes. “says the guy who still eats instant ramen with chocolate milk.”

“that happened once,” he argued.

“it happened twice.”

“that’s still barely a pattern.”

shaking your head, you handed him a piece of your food. “here, since you’re my tour guide today, i’ll share.”

he grinned before taking the bite straight from your chopsticks. “wow,” he said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “you’re really spoiling me today.”

“don’t get used to it.”

he snorted but nudged your foot under the table anyway, his way of silently saying thank you.

after eating, riki dragged you through different parts of the city, showing you everything from his favorite arcades to the best hidden photo booths. at one point, he stopped in front of a small shop and turned to you with a sheepish grin.

“wait here,” he said before disappearing inside.

a few minutes later, he came back holding a small keychain in the shape of a lucky cat. he held it out to you with a nervous scratch at the back of his neck.

“it’s kinda dumb, but i saw it and thought of you,” he admitted. “you’re like my lucky charm, you know?”

your heart did a full flip.

“riki…” you took the keychain, turning it over in your fingers before looking up at him. “this is actually really sweet.”

he grinned. “i am pretty thoughtful.”

“you’re also a menace.”

“yeah, but i’m your menace.”

you groaned, but he just laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he pulled you along.

by the time the day ended, you found yourselves sitting on a bench near the river, watching the city lights flicker across the water.

riki sighed, stretching his legs out before leaning back on his hands. “this was fun.”

you nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder. “it really was.”

there was a moment of comfortable silence before he spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

“i’m really glad i got to spend today with you,” he murmured. “i know i joke around a lot, but… you being here means a lot to me.”

you smiled, squeezing his hand. “i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

he stayed quiet for a second, then smirked. “even when i got us lost?”

you groaned. “don’t remind me.”

he laughed, tilting his head against yours. “okay, okay, next time i’ll actually follow the map.”

you glanced up at him. “promise?”

he pretended to think before grinning. “nope.”

shaking your head, you let out a sigh, but secretly, you wouldn’t change a thing.

lost or not, as long as you were with riki, it was exactly where you wanted to be.

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[insidekatmind]

Valentine’s Day-Alejandro Balde

The night of Valentine's Day has arrived, wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere. Barcelona is illuminated by a thousand lights, the streets are deserted, and the sky above you is a deep blue, with stars dancing to the rhythm of your love. The cold of winter is only faint, but the warmth you feel beside you, in Alejandro’s figure, is enough to make you forget every shiver.

Alejandro takes your hand, and when his skin touches yours, a shiver of happiness runs through your body. "Are you cold?" he asks sweetly, and without waiting for your answer, he wraps you in his jacket, holding you close. His closeness feels like an embrace that protects you from the world.

"I want to give you a night you'll never forget," he says in a soft voice, almost a whisper, as if afraid to ruin the enchantment of that moment. His eyes are full of affectionate determination, and you can’t help but melt in front of him. Your heart beats faster, feeling that, somehow, he knows exactly what makes you happy.

You follow him as he leads you to a quiet corner of the city, where the streets are silent, and the sound of your steps is lost in the echo of the night. In the distance, you see a small carriage pulled by a white horse, moving slowly toward you. Alejandro smiles at you and motions for you to get in. "A surprise for you," he says as he helps you settle beside him, and the carriage starts moving gently.

The sound of the wheels on the cobblestone is the only noise that breaks the silence. The city stretches before you, with its narrow alleys and ancient buildings that shine under the moon. You look around, enchanted, but your gaze quickly returns to him. Alejandro is so close, and his hand on yours is warm, reassuring. Occasionally, his fingers brush yours with infinite tenderness, as if afraid to break the spell.

"Did you know that for me, Valentine's Day isn’t just a date on the calendar?" he asks, his voice light but full of meaning. "Every moment with you is special. Every day, every smile, every little gesture. But tonight..." His words pause for a moment, as if he’s searching for the right ones. "Tonight, I want you to know how much I love you."

Your heart explodes in your chest, and your response comes out without thinking: "I love you too, more than words can say."

The carriage stops in front of a quiet park, and Alejandro gently guides you to a wooden bench, covered with soft cushions. There, beneath a tree decorated with soft lights, it feels as if the whole world has stopped to give you space. Every breath you take seems to synchronize with his, and the beat of your hearts merges into a single rhythm.

"I wanted it to be perfect," he says, looking at you with intensity, as if you were the only thing that exists in his world. "Because you’re perfect for me."

Without saying a word, you move closer and place your hands on his face, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. The air is charged with emotion, with a silent tension that grows between you, and in an instant, his lips find yours. The kiss is tender at first, a gentle contact, but it quickly deepens, as if telling a story that only the two of you understand.

Every gesture, every caress is an expression of love, desire, and passion that needs no words. Time seems to stretch, as if the night never wanted to end. And while your eyes lose themselves in his, the world completely dissolves. The only thing that matters is him, and you, together, in a corner of eternity.

"It will always be like this," Alejandro says between kisses. "Always with you."

And in that moment, with your heart beating in unison with his, you know that nothing will ever separate you. The night of Valentine's Day turns into a memory that will remain forever engraved in your hearts.

[atinyslittleworld]

Grave Encounters

wooyoung x f!reader

Summary: In a world overrun by zombies, Wooyoung saves Y/N, only to face chaos when his group believes she’s infected.

Word Count: 1,353

Genre: post-apocalyptic, angst, action

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, wounds, zombies and guns

Wooyoung had learned not to stray too far.

Leaving the safehouse was always a risk, but it was a necessary one. Food was running low, and hunger was as much of a killer as the undead. He had volunteered to go out alone—he was quick, careful, and knew these streets better than most. A simple supply run, in and out. No unnecessary risks.

The city was eerily silent as he moved through its decayed skeleton. The air was thick with the scent of rot, the sky heavy with dark clouds that threatened rain. Abandoned cars lined the cracked roads, their shattered windows glinting in the weak light. Buildings stood hollow and lifeless, their broken signs swaying slightly in the breeze.

Wooyoung clutched his metal pipe tightly as he made his way toward an old convenience store he had scouted days prior. It was one of the last untouched places—at least, he hoped so. If he was lucky, there would still be some canned goods, maybe even bottled water. Anything would be better than what little they had left.

He was a few steps from the entrance when a scream cut through the dead air.

It was loud, raw, filled with sheer panic.

Wooyoung froze. His grip on the pipe tightened as his instincts screamed at him to turn back. Screams meant danger. Screams meant walkers. And if he could hear it, so could they.

But before he could stop himself, his feet were already moving.

He sprinted down the street, weaving between abandoned vehicles, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The sound had come from nearby—too close for him to ignore. Every survival instinct told him this was a mistake, that he should stick to his original path.

And then he saw her.

A girl was struggling against a walker, her back pressed against the rusted remains of a car. The undead had its rotting fingers clamped around her ankle, its milky eyes locked onto her as it clawed desperately at her leg.

She was screaming—loud, frantic, a sound so full of terror it sent a shiver down his spine.

And worse, she wasn’t just attracting him.

More walkers were emerging from the shadows, drawn to her cries, their grotesque figures limping toward her. Their guttural groans filled the air, a sick chorus of hunger and death.

She was seconds away from being overwhelmed.

Wooyoung didn’t hesitate.

He lunged forward, swinging his pipe with everything he had. The weapon connected with the walker’s skull with a sickening crack, but it wasn’t enough. It groaned, its grip tightening around her ankle as it snapped its teeth toward her.

She let out a choked sob, trying desperately to kick it off.

Wooyoung raised his pipe again and slammed it down. Hard.

The walker collapsed, its decayed head caving in under the force of the blow. Its body twitched once before finally falling still.

But there was no time to breathe.

The other undead were closing in, their sunken faces twisted in hunger.

Wooyoung grabbed the girl’s wrist, yanking her to her feet. “We need to move. Now.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her entire body trembling. She was still in shock, her eyes darting between him and the approaching horde.

“Hey!” He shook her slightly, forcing her to look at him. “Can you run?”

She swallowed hard, nodding.

“Then let’s go.”

With that, he pulled her with him, their footsteps pounding against the cracked pavement as the moans of the dead chased them.

The world around them was nothing but a blur of motion and noise—ragged breathing, pounding footsteps, and the blood-curdling groans of the undead.

Wooyoung refused to let go of her wrist.

The girl was slowing down, stumbling over the cracked pavement, barely able to keep up. But he wouldn’t let her fall behind.

“Come on!” he shouted, gripping her tighter, practically dragging her along. His legs burned, his chest ached, but none of it mattered.

All that mattered was getting her out alive.

He could hear them closing in. The snarling, the shuffling, the sickening sounds of decayed bodies moving too fast for something that should have been dead.

The safe house was just ahead.

He pushed forward, ignoring the way his muscles screamed at him, ignoring everything except survival.

Finally, they reached the entrance. Wooyoung slammed his fist against the heavy metal door, his voice hoarse from running.

“OPEN UP!”

For a horrifying moment, there was nothing.

Then—click.

The locks shifted. The door swung open.

Without hesitation, Wooyoung shoved her inside, stumbling in after her before slamming it shut behind them, locking out the nightmare still clawing at their heels.

Silence.

For the first time since this hellish chase began, there was no growling, no screaming—just the sound of his own labored breathing.

He pressed a hand against the cold metal, trying to steady himself. They were safe.

At least, that’s what he thought.

But something felt off.

The air in the room was wrong.

Too still. Too tense.

His stomach dropped.

Slowly, Wooyoung looked up.

The entire room—his team—stood in front of him, weapons drawn.

Pointed at her.

The girl let out a small, shaky breath, her body going rigid with fear.

Wooyoung’s mind reeled. “What the hell are you all doing?”

Yunho’s voice was quiet, but firm. Too calm.

“Wooyoung,” he said carefully, “step away from her.”

Confused, Wooyoung turned to look at her.

And then he saw it.

Blood.

A deep gash on her cheek, the crimson stark against her pale skin.

His heart stopped.

In their world, blood meant one thing.

“She’s bitten,” San muttered darkly.

Then—chaos.

“Wooyoung, get away from her!”

“She’s gonna turn!”

“You brought a fucking infected in here?!”

“She’s not bitten!” Wooyoung snapped, his voice rising in frustration.

“She’s bleeding everywhere!”

“How could you be so stupid, Wooyoung?!”

“You should’ve checked first!”

They were yelling over each other, their voices merging into a storm of accusations and panic.

And the girl?

She was trembling.

Her breath came in uneven gasps, her body pressed against the wall, her hands shaking.

She wasn’t just scared.

She was terrified.

It was too much. Too loud. Too cruel.

And Wooyoung couldn’t take it anymore.

“SHUT UP!”

His voice boomed through the room, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

The air grew thick with tension.

For a few agonizing seconds, no one moved.

Then—Seonghwa stepped forward.

Unlike the others, he didn’t raise his weapon.

“I’ll check her,” Seonghwa said, his voice calm but firm.

No one spoke.

Wooyoung turned to the girl, his grip on her wrist loosening.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Let him check.”

She didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Seonghwa knelt in front of her, pulling out a cloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“This will sting,�� he warned.

She barely reacted when he dabbed at the wound, gently wiping away the blood. The room remained silent, everyone watching, waiting, holding their breath.

Finally—Seonghwa sighed.

“It’s not a bite.”

Relief crashed over Wooyoung.

“It’s deep,” Seonghwa continued, “but it’s just a scratch.”

The weapons lowered.

The tension lifted.

But Wooyoung wasn’t done.

He turned to the others, his jaw clenched. “Next time, how about you let me talk before trying to kill someone?”

No one met his gaze.

Cowards.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the girl, kneeling beside her.

She was still shaking.

Still scared.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice much gentler now. “You’re safe.”

Her eyes finally met his.

And for the first time—recognition flickered in them.

“…Wooyoung?” she whispered.

His breath caught.

She knew his name.

“You—” His voice faltered. “You know me?”

She swallowed, her breath still uneven. “We… went to the same university.”

A lump formed in his throat.

Memories flashed in his mind.

Late-night study sessions. Stolen glances across the library. The girl he always thought was beautiful.

And then it hit him.

Y/N.

She was Y/N.

The girl he had a crush on.

The girl he had planned to confess to.

And then—the world ended.

Wooyoung let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh.

“What are the chances?”

A small, shaky smile formed on her lips.

[hotchnersangel]

MATILDA

Aaron Hotchner

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cw; childhood trauma, panic attacks, illusions to drinking, abuse, self-worth issues, mentions of the bau's traumas, hurt, blood, violence, bit of a persistent and overbearing hotch at the end. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY MENTION OF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU. This is a very deep and raw piece.

this has not been edited because it feels a bit too personal to reread lol

you have been warned.

You were always conditioned to brush off your feelings. It became a coping mechanism to get through the torment of your past. Physically you were fine but emotionally you were bruised and tainted with the colour indigo, that led to the bottled up pain.

No one knew your history or the treatment you went throuh as a child, in fact you often believed you history inferior due to your friends' upbringings. With Morgan being manipulated and molested, Emiy being dragged city to city to escape bible bashings, JJ losing a most beoved sister, Penelope losing her parents, Spencer's father leaving and him becoming a prodigy of the education system, Rossi watching his friends die right in front of him and Hotch. Well, Hotch's past had been a blurred line to the team, similar to yours. Though they knew something had happened to destroy you mentally for you to be where you were today- it was practically alien to have a member of the bau come from a happy home.

Your team had lost people around them, family, friends- life's true tragedy. But, you didn't. You lost no one but yourself.

You could argue that you lost you parents but it would be insensitive, they were still alive but they simply were never parents to you. They were strangers who barely even knew of your existence when you were present and a burden now that you were no longer around for them. No longer there to be their punching bag, no longer there to be their outlet of anger and cutthroat insults.

When the topic comes up, you deny, deny, deny.

"It's no big deal really," you would tell them with a large smile, diverting their attention and you had given them no reason to doubt you until one case.

A case that focused on parents abusing their children. You had almost gone quiet but it was not noticed, you played it off as exhaustion considering you had all been working back to back for weeks straight.

The jet felt colder that Tuesday morning, the seats glassed with a coat of ice as you sat down, letting out a shiver, Hotch takes his usual seat besides you and raises an eyebrow at you. "You okay?"

You nod with a smile, "Yeah it's no big deal, just a bit cold." You shrug, looking out the window, ready to set off for New Orleans. Midway through the flight, you feel a material rest over your legs, seeing Hotch reading the case file and hardly even looking at you. `like he could sense your need for some sort of comfort, whether it be from the sudden breeze or the pain inside your heart.

You arrive swiftly at the precinct, everyone getting up and getting to work. The team rarely struggled on a case but as you were all slumped around a board finishing your takeout. You look over the case files again and look up, causing eyes to dart over to you.

"Oh she's on-to something." Morgan exclaims.

"Let it download, almost there." Emily smirks slightly, watching the cogs turn in their head.

"A child can form a negative sense of love from super young, right?"

"Yeah, it's called our 'love map', it's the ideology of our internal software being developed from around the ages 5 to 6 based on our surroundings and the environment we grew up in." Spencer adds and agrees, seeing where you are going with this.

"And am i right in saying that it is effects our ability to process, receive and distribute love?" You inquire and Spencer nods along.

"Yeah, the result of a healthy development of self-cohesion, self-constancy, and self-agency is self-esteem. Positive affect becomes integrated with self-representation. A negative love map, essentially a distorted internal representation of what a healthy relationship looks like based on negative past experiences, can lead to significant issues in romantic relationships, including difficulty forming deep connections, distrust, emotional withdrawal, anxiety, and a tendency to repeat unhealthy patterns." Spencer nods along.

"So, this unsub had a broken home? Let's get Garcia to check records of social service calls to residents with multiple visits." Emily says to the team as they dial Garcia and are met with a sigh at the vast load she has to sieve through.

"I wouldn't rely on it there are so many left unreported." You added, shaking your head. "Look for school reports, teachers may have noticed suspicious behaviour and markings on a child- it's not much and hardly narrows it down but it is something."

The team nod impressed and you catch Hotch's eye as he narrows his eyes softly, like he was trying to read into your soul. You were, simply put, a book he could read one hundred times and still be unable to decode every last detail.

"Garcia, cross check school reports with silent 911 calls." You heart ached as you say the words, a rush of memories flooding back to you as you ran up the stairs of your house, hearing your father shouting up at you and your mother knocking on your door harshly. You'll never forget those knocks, like a constant reminder that you were always wrong. You had stolen the landline phone, really scared for your life in that moment. You were sat in you closet, knees tucked to your chest as silent tears glass your eyes.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Silence.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"Hello?"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"This is 911, are you in danger?"

Yes, help. Please. I'm scared.

Your shallow breaths cut through the silence before the call ended and your inevitable fate had drawn closer.

"I've cross checked teachers note with 911 calls and i think i have something." Garcia informs the team over the phone, "It may be a long shot but a man named Dane Kirighan called 911 twice but they were both silent, as our pretty girl said." She starts. "His mom Janet Kirighan recently passsed away... it says... oh- she was bludgened to death by a flat object four months ago.."

"That could be our stressor." Aaron nods at the team as Garcia continues.

"It gets worse, his father was sentenced to life for the murder of Janet Kirighan but he was deemed deceased only last month."

You stay silent. "He has abandonment issues, as much as he hated them both for the pain they inflicted, they left him again..."

"What's his address?"

The case was long, almost a week long and you were sure it was torturous. Memories came back in floods to the point that you could no longer focus on the situation at hand but rather the pain in Dane Kirighan's voice as he screamed in the line of crossfire.

One harsh scream then silence.

That silence you knew all too well, you left the scene quickly, getting into the back of one of the SUV's. You talk to no one, you look at no one, you react to nothing. Right now, you're as lifeless as Dane. The little boy who was manipulated and formed into a killer. You shouldn't but you empathise for him. You sympathise.

You knew that there were two sides to a coin and you and Dane Kirighan were one of the same. Heads vs Tales, you saw different lives but deep down you were made from the same foundations and ou were terrified.

You excused yourself from the car, heading into the bathroom to freshen up. No one joined you, which you were grateful for because currently, you hamd was stretched against the painted wall, clawing for something to hold you body up as your other dug into the skin of your chest as if it would help you breathe. Suddenly you were back in that closet, rocking back and fourth as you hear footsteps growing nearer to you.

You heart rate picked up at the memory, you breathing becoming shallow and uneven and suddenly the all too familiar burning sensation infiltrated your lungs. The need of oxygen grew stronger as you slid down the wall of the bathroom, feeling pathetic and completely naked on that tile flooring.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Your mind became your biggest enemy as your heartbeat rung through you ears like a cry for help.

Footsteps.

The echo of your parent's footsteps grew louder in you mind as they neared the bathroom door.

Your heart was racing. Fuck. Breathing. You need to breathe. Come on. You gotta keep trying. In and Out. They're not here. You're safe.

Until silence, once again.

A laugh echoed from outside and you realised you were safe, you were home. Not all family was bad, but you didn't know how to be in the family. What was your role?

You walk back to the team after freshing up a bit, swearing an oath to yourself to avoid the topic of your panic attack.

You walk up to the team and they greet you with warm smiles.

"Nice call kid, you may not feel like it was positive but you helped." Rossi pulled you into a hug, a tight hug and you realised that the team knew. Fuck, they knew.

"How did you know?" Emiy inquires, breaking the ice to the topic. "How did you know to check for 911 calls?"

"I did it a few times," you shrug, being honest. This is what a family des right. "I knew nothing would come out of it but it felt like I was doing something."

Faces softened and you hated that.

You pull you hair into a ponytail and smile, though it is far from real. "it's no big deal."

"You were abused." Hotch's voice cuts the silence and zones his vision on you. "Do you hear me?"

"Hotch man-" Derek tries to intervene but Hotch cuts him off.

"You were abused." he repeats.

"Stop."

"You are a victim." he states so boldly with no judgement whatsoever.

"Stop," You repeat, urgently, feeling your emotions swell.

"It is a big deal. You. Were. Abused." He repeats and you are getting angry now, you hardly notice that Hotch had gestured for the others to leave.

"Hotch- stop it."

"Why are you defending them?"

"I'm not."

"The people you should trust the most hurt you, in every way they could."

"Hotch-" you feel tears threaten your eyes.

"That's why you don't trust easy. It's why you don't talk about your experiences. It's why you never miss a deadline because you think you will be punished. You think that your a burden and you bottle up your feelings and belittle them until they are overwhelming for you. Its why you can tell who is nearing you because you have our footsteps memorised. Do you know what these are?"

"Stop profiling me." You burst, your voice echoing through the walls.

A tear.

He lifts his hand.

You flinch.

He moves gently.

You look down.

He tilts your head up.

"It's all trauma responses. You are a victim of abuse and you're too thoughtful to ask for help because you don't want to gain friendships where people will leave you."

Your eyes are full of silent tears as you look up at him.

His heart breaks.

"You can let it go." He whispers to you, resting his hand on your cheek. "Do you hear me?"

You nod, you eyes rimmed red and glossy with pain.

"You-" he points at your chest, more specifically your heart. "You don't have to invite your blood related family to the party of your soul."

"Your heart, honey, truly is a party. It is beautiful, it is flourished, it is fun and it reflects every ounce of who you are. Your parents never showed you love but I do, we all do. Never be sorry for growing up surrounded by pain, never belittle your past experiences until you are on the edge okay?"

"What are you asking of me?"

"I'm asking you to let me love you... let me take care of you. You talk of all this pain like it's alright, it isn't so stop. A part of you feels like a lost cause but baby, you shine like the brightest star. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."

"I'm asking you to let me into your heart, your mind."

In that moment, you realised that you were starting a family who will always show you love and though it will be a long process, it will be worth it in the end.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 12 - is that a yes?

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language, so fluffy i can't

i recommend listening to flatline by 5SOS while listening to this chapter heheh

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the clock finally said 8pm, and you heard your doorbell ring as your heart fluttered in anticipation.

you walked to the door and opened it to a grinning rafe, holding you a bouquet of flowers and looking handsome in a black shirt and trousers.

"well look at you," he looked you up and down, "you look amazing."

"not as good as you." you replied as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, slow and deliberate, sending a rush of heat through you.

"you’re making it hard to leave," he whispered against your lips, his fingers still brushing over your skin as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of you.

you chuckled softly, stepping back to take the bouquet of flowers from his hand. "don’t worry, you’ll get your chance later," you said, your voice teasing.

he grinned, a dangerous smile that always made your heart race. "i like the sound of that." with a wink, he offered you his arm which you took willingly, walking towards the car waiting.

the car soon pulled up to a cozy restaurant, tucked away in a quieter part of the city. it was intimate, the kind of place where the outside world seemed to disappear.

"you’re full of surprises, aren’t you? who knew the rafe cameron was such a romantic."

he leaned closer, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "you have no idea."

you felt a shiver run down your spine as he opened the door for you, his hand guiding you to the restaurant, leading you to a private booth.

once you were seated, his hand immediately found yours, his fingers curling around yours with a possessive, yet tender, grip.

"so how is the song doing?" you asked.

"a lot better than i thought it would," he said while giving your hand a tight squeeze. "the fans usually go crazy when they see me with a girl, but for some reason you've stolen their heart."

"smooth words cameron for someone that just admitted they'd been spotted with girls." you smirked.

"shut up, you know what i meant." he laughed. “but that’s not what matters right now.”

you raised an eyebrow, “oh? and what matters right now?”

he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering, "what matters right now is that i’m here with you." he smiled, eyes locked on yours.

your heart fluttered in your chest, and you couldn’t hold back a smile. "i feel the same."

“good,” he whispered, his voice soft. “because i’m not going to let you go that easy.”

you chuckled softly, taking in this side of rafe you know no one else got to witness, and hopefully no one else ever would. "i'm not going anywhere."

the night went on perfectly, the chemistry only heightening through the laughter and happy conversations. it was a dream, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each others company in the simplest way. his hand never left yours and you found comfort in every touch he made, never being close enough.

when it came to desert, a nervous energy came over rafe. as the waiter placed yours in front of you, it had 5 words written on it. your voice caught in your throat, "rafe" you said quietly.

rafe swallowed, his fingers tapping quickly on the table, "y/n, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen in my life," he started, "as soon as i met you that night i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i don't want to loose you."

your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. the vulnerability in his eyes made it clear how much he was putting himself out there. rafe cameron, the guy who had always been guarded and unpredictable, was asking you to be his in the most sincere way you’d ever seen.

for a moment, you didn’t speak, just letting the question sink in. his expression shifted, a mix of uncertainty as his eyes dropped, thinking you were going to say no.

"y/n?" he questioned, a new wave of nerves taking over him.

"of course i will be rafe." you smiled, and a huge grin spread across his lips.

"well thank fuck for that." he joked, bringing you in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"i meant it when i said i'm not going anywhere." you whispered.

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a/n: well fucking FINALLY everybody cheer i was kicking my feet writing this

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[aceofwhump]

Do you have some Neal Caffrey fic recs?

Oh my god so many, nonny. So many. There's 76 fics on my masterlist doc if you want to check that out but I'll add a few of my absolute favorite ones on here. Here ya go:

The Weather Outside Is Frightful by OnYourMark Summary: A blizzard traps the White Collar team at Peter and Elizabeth's place. The good news: everyone's safe, warm, and well fed. The bad news? Neal's spiking a fever, and in this weather there's no way he's getting to a hospital...

Blinding White by Raelin Dex Summary: Tag for episode "As You Were". What if Van Horn had been a better shot? What if the dress Whites of Neal's uniform hadn't come out quite so white? Alternate ending fic.

Hanging On by DJDangerLove Summary: An undercover operation ends up going over a ledge, a seven story ledge and Neal's left dangling. One-shot. No Slash.

Distracted When I Spike The Punch by TJ-TeeJay Summary: A migraine, a reception, punch that was spiked. A potentially hazardous combination for some, certainly a dangerous combination for Neal Caffrey. PG-13, Gen.

A Harder Sell by dusty violet Summary: An extended/alternate/perhaps more realistic scene. Spoilers for Hard Sell.

Three Kinds of Hell by TJ-TeeJay Summary: With Peter incapacitated, Neal is assigned a temporary new handler. Running through the city and spending evenings at various hospitals starts taking its toll on Neal. PG-13, Gen.

The Couch by DjDangerLove Summary: "Neal loves Peter and Elizabeth's couch. Sure, it is soft and warm, but that isn't the real reason he finds comfort in it. No, the Burke's couch makes him feel safe and secure." NO SLASH!

Arsenic and Old Lace by IsmayDeVain Summary: Take one teaspoon of crazy, plus two teaspoons of worried Peter, and one giant helping of Neal whump and what do you get? A one shot that will keep you in suspense! Hold on, readers, it's going to be a bumpy ride!

Neal Caffrey's Type of Miracle by RascalFlattsS Summary: “What if she takes a shot at Neal?” AU for Book of Hours. What if things had gone differently at the buy? MAJOR SPOILERS! You’ve been warned. Neal/Peter friendship. No slash.

Blizzard Conditions by stan_of_many Summary: “Diana looked over at the CI who sat shivering in the chair, cheeks flushed with fever yet far too pale everywhere else. “He really doesn’t look good.” Neal didn’t even take mock offense but began coughing—hard. Peter made an aborted gesture toward him, clearly unsure what to do. He looked over at Diana, hiding a worried expression that the Junior agent knew too well to be fooled...” Even simple illnesses can become dangerous if help isn’t available. The White Collar team gets stuck at the FBI offices during a blizzard and Neal is quickly becoming dangerously ill...

Loaned Away by stan_of_many Summary: “Peter frowned slightly, realizing that Neal hadn’t spoken since Ruiz had practically dragged him in by his collar. Usually he’d be making about five different excuses for why nothing could possibly ever be his fault and cheekily denying every accusation. As it was, he stood silent.” Neal gets loaned to Organized Crime for the day and Peter shows how to really care for a CI when he sees the bruises.

[rafayel-bby]

Love and Deepspace Fluffy Dialogue HC’s

Prompt: “You can kiss me, you know.”

ZAYNE-

- You’re both relaxing in your quiet, dimly lit room after a long day

- Zayne leans in close to you, his eyes filled with an intensity that you’ve never seen before

- With a smirk he says, “You can kiss me you know.”

- He waits patiently, his expression softening as you move closer to him

- When your lips finally meet his, he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you in for a deep and possessive kiss that leaves you breathless

SYLUS-

- You’re sharing a tender moment out on the balcony at Sylus’s home, secluded from the outside world

- The stars are twinkling above you making the moment breathtaking

- Sylus gently pushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear

- His touch lingers on your cheek

- “You can kiss me, you know.” He says, his breath hitching ever so slightly

- His ruby red eyes are glinting with a hint of mischief and affection as you lean in

- As your lips touch, he deepens the kiss immediately, his hands cradling your face

- It was as if you were the most precious thing in the universe and he had you all to himself

RAFAYEL-

- You’re in a cozy, candlelit room cuddling with Rafayel on the sofa

- There is soft music playing in the background making the moment even more captivating

- Rafayel takes your hand, and pulls it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it

- Your smile brightens up the room as you turn around to look at him, “You can kiss me you know.” You say with a gentle smile as you lean in to give him a kiss

- As you move closer to him, he closes his eyes to savor the anticipation of when your lips meet. When your lips finally meet, he kisses you tenderly, his touch feather light but passion filled.

- Rafayel makes you feel both cherished and adored as he kisses you.

XAVIER-

- Xavier took you out to a lovely candlelit dinner out at a rooftop restaurant for date night

- The beautiful city lights were sparkling down below making the scene awe inspiring

- Xavier pulls you close, his arms wrapping around your waist

- He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You can kiss me, you know.”

- You feel a shiver run down your spine as you look into his eyes.

- When you kiss him, he responds with a fierce intensity, his grip tightening as if he never wants to let you go.

CALEB-

- You’re walking together late at night through a park that was close to your house

- The moonlight casting a calming glow around you

- Caleb stops abruptly and turns towards you, his expression soft and inviting

- He smiles gently and says, “You can kiss me, you know.”

- As you lean in, he closes the distance between you, meeting you in a sweet and tender kiss

- His kiss is slow and sweet, but filled with a tenderness that makes you melt

- Caleb holds you close, savoring every moment of your connection

[dear-satan]

Falling Without a Sound

player 230/Thanos x Reader

★ word count: 871

★ CW: no squid game events, fem!reader, mention of suicide, death, drugs and debts

★ Summary: the salesman didn't show up and Thanos jumped off a bridge

★ author's note: the story contains the theme of suicide, it does not urge ANYONE to do something similar!! if you are struggling, similar thinking please contact your family or loved ones. remember - you are a wonderful person and you are NEVER alone <3

The world had a habit of taking things from you without warning. You didn’t expect him to come back. Not like this. Not this way.

Outside the window, the city pulsed with its own rhythm—neon lights flickering, footsteps echoing, voices rising and falling, none of them belonging to you. Somewhere in that noise, someone laughed the way he used to. Someone sang his song, completely unaware that its author was now lying several floors above the ground, bound to white sheets and his own shadow.

And you were here. You slipped through the crowd like a ghost no one could see—though everyone wanted to.

The elevator carried you to the second floor, every second stretching into eternity. Sterile walls, the scent of disinfectants, and a silence worse than screams.

You stopped in front of door number 230. You couldn’t breathe.

Your hand hovered over the handle, and in your mind, the memories returned: his laughter when he first heard his song on the radio. The excitement in his eyes as he counted the growing views on streaming platforms. The fire in his heart that fueled his dreams. And then…

A phone call at 2 a.m.

Passersby who saw his silhouette on the bridge railing.

Cold water swallowing him before anyone could react.

He was lucky.. Or maybe he wasn’t.

You clenched your teeth and stepped inside. A hospital bed by the window. A heart monitor beeping in a steady, rhythmic beep, beep, beep. An IV drip, its clear liquid falling slowly, like time being measured drop by drop.

And him - he was a shadow of himself.

Purple hair, still damp, staining the pillow. A pale face, dark circles under hollow eyes, skin stretched over sharp bones. The blanket was too big, or maybe he had become too small. His hands lay still at his sides, but you saw them—the needle marks, the scabs, the veins pierced too many times.

You were afraid to touch him. Afraid he might break.

“Su-bong?” you whispered, as if his name could bring him back to life.

His jaw tightened. He held his breath.

But he didn’t look at you.

You pulled a chair closer, sitting beside him. “Look at me.”

Silence.

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his hands clench the sheets.

“Su-bong.”

Slowly, as if forcing himself into each movement, he turned his head.

And that’s when you saw it - his eyes were empty. There was no light in them, not even sadness.. Just exhaustion.

“Hey.” his voice was hoarse, quiet, breaking at the edges.

Tears welled up in your eyes. “That’s all you have to say to me? Just ‘hey’?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze wandered over the walls, as if trying to find in them the answers to questions you hadn’t yet asked.

“I want to understand.” Your fingers curled into the fabric of your pants. “I want to understand why this happened. Why…” You couldn’t finish.

But he did it for you. “Why I jumped?”

Silence

“It’s simple.” He gave a bitter smile, but it was broken. “I had nothing left to lose.”

Your heart clenched in your chest. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time, you saw something more than exhaustion.

Pain. Collapse. Loss.

“You have no idea what it’s like.” His voice shook. “To wake up in the morning and know you’re worth less than nothing. That your bank account is empty, and the only time your phone rings is when someone wants money you don’t have.”

You swallowed hard. “Su-bong…”

“My contract was terminated.” His fingers gripped the sheets. “ ‘You’ve spent too long in the dark, Mr. Thanos. It’s time for someone new.’ ” a hollow laugh. “Do you know how much my debt was? 1.19 billion.” something inside you froze “I owed them more than my life was worth.” he exhaled, a sound filled with quiet defeat. “So I figured the simplest solution was… to stop existing.”

Your hands clenched into fists. “You had no right-”

“I had no choice.” his eyes - those dull, empty eyes - finally filled with tears. “I was a burden. To the company. To my family. To the world.”

“Not to me.” he blinked, as if your words were the last thing he expected to hear.

You didn’t let him look away. Your hand reached for his cheek, warm skin meeting his cold one. “I won’t let you go.”

His fingers trembled, then tears—silent, uncontrollable—began falling, one after another, like raindrops against glass.

“I don’t know how…” His voice cracked. “I don’t know how to-”

“You don’t have to know.” you ran your fingers through his hair, gently, as if he were made of porcelain. “Just let me be here.”

For a moment, he hesitated in silence.

Then his fingers, the same ones that had clung so tightly to nothingness, tightened around your hand.

Not hard, but enough.

Enough to know that you hadn’t lost him yet. Enough to know he was still here. Enough to know he still wanted to stay.

And that was enough.

This time, even if everything else crumbled, you wouldn’t let him disappear.

You wouldn’t let him fall.

[f1daydreamer]

Shattered Reflections – Part 1

Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, heartbreak, (I am not good at warnings 😅)

Summary: The love you thought was unbreakable now feels like glass—cracking under the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths. You see the shift in George, the distance in his touch, the silence that lingers where laughter used to be. And when the truth comes out, it cuts deeper than you ever imagined.

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The hotel room was suffocating, the air thick with something unspoken, something bitter and painful. The city lights cast long shadows against the walls, flickering like ghosts of memories you weren’t ready to let go of. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the hem of your sweater, fingers digging into the fabric as if grounding yourself in something—anything—before you lost control.

George stood near the window, his back to you, hands shoved into his pockets. He hadn’t looked at you properly in days, maybe weeks. You used to be his home, the person he always turned to, the one he sought comfort in. Now? You felt like a stranger in your own relationship, a ghost haunting a love that had already died without you realizing it.

"Are you going to say something, or are we just going to sit here pretending everything’s fine?" Your voice broke on the last word, your throat tight, raw from the unshed tears burning behind your eyes.

George inhaled sharply, his shoulders tensing. "I don’t want to fight."

You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, now you don’t want to fight? That’s funny, because for weeks, you’ve been acting like I don’t even exist, George. You come home late, you barely talk to me, and when you do, it’s like you’re not even here."

His head dipped slightly, as if he hated hearing the truth out loud. "It’s just—things have been stressful. The season, the pressure, everything. I didn’t mean to shut you out."

"Bullshit," you spat, standing up so fast that the mattress shifted beneath you. "I was there for you when things were stressful, George. I have always been there. So don’t you dare use that as an excuse for why you’re pulling away from me."

He finally turned to face you, and the look in his eyes sent a cold shiver through you. Regret. Guilt. But worst of all—resignation. Like he had already made up his mind.

"You deserve better than this," he said softly, almost too soft, like he didn’t want the words to hurt as much as they did.

Your stomach dropped. A deep, aching kind of dread settled in your bones. "What the hell does that mean?"

George ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. "It means I don’t think this is working anymore."

Silence. Deafening. Crushing.

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, slicing through your chest like a knife. You felt your hands tremble, your vision blur with tears, but you refused to let them fall. Not yet.

"You’re breaking up with me," you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

George swallowed, his jaw tightening. "I don’t want to hurt you."

A bitter laugh bubbled from your throat, sharp and jagged. "Too late for that."

Your hands curled into fists, your nails digging into your palms as the pain—God, the pain—became unbearable. "Why now? Why are you doing this? Just tell me the fucking truth, George."

He hesitated, and that hesitation was all you needed to know.

"There’s someone else, isn’t there?"

His silence was your answer.

It felt like the ground beneath you gave way, like the air had been sucked from your lungs. The tears came then, hot and fast, blurring everything until all you could see was his face—his guilty, tortured face. The same face you had loved so fiercely, so wholly, and now it was the face of the person breaking you into pieces.

"Who is she?" your voice cracked, but you needed to know. Needed to hear it.

"Y/N—"

"Who the fuck is she, George?" you screamed, your voice shattering between you like glass.

He closed his eyes, exhaling like he was carrying the weight of the world. "It’s not like that. I didn’t mean for this to happen."

"You didn’t mean for it to happen?" A sob tore through you, your chest heaving. "Do you hear yourself? Do you even realize what you’ve done?"

George stepped forward, reaching for you, but you flinched back, your entire body recoiling from his touch. "Don’t. Don’t you dare touch me."

He looked broken, but you didn’t care. He didn’t get to be broken. Not when he was the one who did this.

"You were my everything," you choked out. "And you just threw it all away like it was nothing."

Tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t wipe them away. Let him see the damage. Let him see exactly what he had done.

George took a deep breath, his own eyes glassy, but his expression was firm. "I’m sorry."

You let out a shaky, humorless laugh. "No, you’re not. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done this in the first place."

And with that, you turned away, because if you looked at him for even a second longer, you would break beyond repair.

But the truth was, you already had.

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To be continued…

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A Note from Me to You:

I wanted to take a moment to share something personal with you all. A close friend of mine recently went through a heartbreaking experience, and it’s been weighing on me. She was in a relationship for four years, a relationship she thought was built on trust and love. Unfortunately, she found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her, and the truth cut deeper than anything she could have imagined.

What makes this situation even more complicated is that the other girl involved had no idea he was in a relationship either. It's painful to see two people hurt by someone’s betrayal—two people who never deserved any of this. It's a situation filled with hurt, confusion, and regret, and it’s been hard to watch my friend go through such an emotional storm.

To anyone who has been through something similar, know this: You are not alone. Betrayal leaves scars, but it also brings the strength to rise again, even when it feels impossible. The pain is real, and it’s valid, but you don’t have to go through it alone.

I’m sharing this not to draw attention to the hurt, but to remind us all of the importance of love, honesty, and the value of knowing our worth. If you’ve been through something like this, take time for yourself, lean on those who care for you, and always remember that your value is never determined by someone else’s actions.

This is for my friend and for anyone who’s had their trust broken. You will heal, and brighter days are ahead.

[mintyys-blog]

OPEN TABS— bucky barnes

WARNINGS: mentions of smut, implied sex.

Bucky wasn’t the best with modern technology. He could handle the basics—texting, searching things up even using emojis thanks to Sam’s relentless teasing. But beyond that? A struggle.

So when his phone died and he needed to look something up, he turned to your laptop. You had left it open on the couch, and rather than bothering you while you were in the shower, he figured it would be easier just to use it.

Settling onto the couch, he placed the laptop on his lap and tapped the trackpad. The screen lit up, revealing the last thing you had been looking at.

He squinted. AO3?

Curiosity got the best of him. Clicking on the tab, he expected some kind of news article, maybe a research page. But when the page loaded, his expression shifted.

It wasn’t just a story. It was smut. Explicit, filthy, detailed smut.

His eyebrows shot up as he skimmed the words. The more he read, the more his face heated. He was a grown man, he had seen and done a lot of things in his lifetime—but this?

Goodness.

His fingers hovered over the trackpad, debating whether to close the tab and pretend he had never seen it.

But then he caught a particularly detailed paragraph and felt his ears burn.

And the worst part? It was good.

He knew you read, of course. You had your favorite books stacked by the nightstand, a Kindle always nearby. But this—this was something else. And the fact that it was saved, mid-read, meant you And the fact that it was saved, mid-read, meant you had every intention of coming back to it.

Bucky swallowed hard, shifting slightly in his seat as he continued skimming. He probably should’ve stopped. He really should’ve stopped. But his curiosity (and maybe a little bit of something else) had already gotten the better of him.

The language was filthy, the details graphic, and the main character—clearly the one you were envisioning yourself as—was being absolutely wrecked by a man who sounded suspiciously like…

Him.

Bucky’s lips parted slightly, his brows furrowing as realization hit. This wasn’t just a random story you’d stumbled upon. You had been reading this. Thinking about this.

A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

Well, well, well.

Bucky exhaled, suddenly feeling very warm. He shut the laptop and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. He had no idea you were reading stuff like that. But now that he did…

He was never letting you live this down.

The incident completely left his mind—until later that night.

The two of you were tangled up in bed, bodies pressed together, skin against skin. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the city lights outside, and the air was thick with heat and want.

Bucky moved above you, lips trailing over your skin, fingers tracing paths down your spine. The little noises you made sent a rush of satisfaction through him, spurring him on as he pressed closer.

He didn’t even think before the words left his mouth.

“You like that, don’t you? So desperate for me you can’t even think straight.”

You shivered at the words, arching against him, and he smirked, reveling in the way your body responded.

It wasn’t until after—when you were both sprawled out on the bed, bodies still humming from pleasure—that your brain finally caught up.

Something about that sentence…

You blinked up at the ceiling, your chest still rising and falling as your post-orgasm haze started to fade. And then—Wait a damn second.

Your stomach dropped.

Your head snapped to the side, staring at Bucky in pure horror.

He was lying there with a satisfied grin, one arm tucked behind his head, looking completely unbothered.

“…Did you just quote something?”

Bucky went completely still.

A slow, creeping suspicion slithered down your spine. You narrowed your eyes. “James Buchanan Barnes.”

His lips twitched. “I—uh—”

“Oh my god.” You sat up, the blanket slipping from your chest as mortification set in. “You snooped! You read my—”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, it wasn’t intentional! I went to use your laptop, and the tab was just open. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not read it?!”

“I got curious!” he defended, laughing as you groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

Bucky smirked, reaching out to gently pry your hands away. “C’mon, doll, you gotta admit it’s kinda funny.”

“No, it’s mortifying.”

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better,” he teased, lips brushing against your cheek, “I’m honored you think about me like that.”

You let out a strangled noise, smacking his shoulder, but that only made him laugh harder.

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” he corrected, grinning as he pulled you back down into his arms. “And now I know exactly how to keep you happy.”

You groaned, still burning with embarrassment—but when he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, you couldn’t help but smile.

[riqomi]

valentines day ˖ 박성훈

박성훈 ˖ 𝑓em!r .. g. fluff est. relationship ──── BOOKSHELF (894) tw: kissing request? yes

the city was alive with love—shop windows glowing with heart-shaped decorations, couples strolling down the streets, laughter and warmth filling the crisp winter air. the scent of roses and freshly baked chocolate treats lingered around every corner, making everything feel like a scene from a romance movie.

as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, your phone buzzed with a message.

sunghoon: almost ready? i’ll be waiting downstairs.

your heart skipped a beat. sunghoon had been unusually secretive about tonight’s plans, only telling you to dress warmly. you quickly checked your reflection in the mirror, adjusting your coat before heading outside.

when you reached the lobby of your apartment, you spotted him leaning against his sleek black car, hands tucked into the pockets of his long wool coat. the soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his flawless features—his sharp jawline, the tip of his nose slightly pink from the cold, and the familiar half-smirk that made your stomach flutter.

the moment he saw you, his eyes softened, and a slow smile spread across his lips. “hey, gorgeous.”

you laughed, feeling warmth spread through you despite the cold. “you’re being extra smooth today.”

sunghoon opened the car door for you with a playful bow. “i mean, it is valentine’s day. gotta impress my date.”

as he drove through the city, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other occasionally adjusting the heater to make sure you were warm enough, you couldn’t help but admire him. his side profile was breathtaking—the way his lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, the gentle hum of his voice when he asked if you were comfortable.

"are you really not gonna give me a hint about where we’re going?" you asked, turning to him with curiosity.

he simply smirked. "nope. you’ll see when we get there."

after a short drive, the car pulled up to a quiet park, the entrance lined with twinkling fairy lights. your eyes widened as you stepped out, the sight before you making your breath hitch.

a private outdoor ice-skating rink lay ahead, nestled between trees dusted with snow. the fairy lights cast a golden glow over the ice, making it look like something straight out of a winter fairytale.

"surprise," sunghoon said, watching your reaction. "i know you always wanted to skate under the stars."

you turned to him in awe. "you planned all this?"

he rubbed the back of his neck, a little bashful. "yeah… i had to book it in advance. didn’t want anyone ruining our moment."

your heart melted at how much thought he had put into this.

after lacing up your skates, you hesitantly stepped onto the ice, wobbling slightly. sunghoon, the natural skater, glided beside you effortlessly.

he chuckled, reaching for your hands. "come here. i won’t let you fall."

you pouted. "that’s easy for you to say, mr. figure skater."

sunghoon only grinned before pulling you closer. his hands wrapped around yours firmly, guiding you as you slowly moved across the ice. the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had faded away.

"you’re doing great," he murmured, his voice soft as he gazed at you.

"only because you’re holding me up," you teased, laughing as he effortlessly spun you, catching you smoothly before you could stumble.

his arms circled your waist, holding you close. "that’s the plan," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

for a moment, neither of you moved. the air between you was thick with unspoken words, your faces just inches apart. the twinkle of the lights reflected in his dark brown eyes, and the way he looked at you—like you were the only person in the world—made your heart hammer in your chest.

"sunghoon…" you whispered.

he reached up, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair before cupping your cheek gently. "can i kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely above a breath.

your lips parted, your breath hitching as you nodded.

sunghoon leaned in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours until the very last moment. then, finally, his lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. the world seemed to fade as he kissed you tenderly, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. the cold air no longer mattered, the snow falling around you only adding to the magic of the moment.

when he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

"you’re freezing," he murmured, running his thumb over your cheek.

"and whose fault is that?" you teased, breathless.

he chuckled before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. "i’ll warm you up," he whispered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

as the night stretched on, you skated hand in hand, stopping only to sip hot chocolate from a thermos he had prepared. when it was finally time to leave, sunghoon led you back to the car, but not before pressing another kiss to your lips under the softly falling snow.

"happy valentine’s day, love," he whispered.

"best valentine’s ever," you murmured, leaning into him as he held you close.

and in that moment, under the glow of the city and the quiet whisper of winter, you knew—sunghoon was your forever.

[yunpupu]

Falling Into You | C.S

San x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Romance

Warning: 18+

Word Count: 1,300 words.

Summary: San and you share a passionate and intense encounter, followed by gentle aftercare. He takes control during the moment, but afterward, he shows tenderness, ensuring you’re comfortable and cared for as you rest in his arms.

The rain drummed steadily against the windows, a soft yet relentless rhythm that matched the storm brewing between you and San. The room was dimly lit, the city lights casting a golden hue over his sharp features as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you with dark, unreadable eyes.

“You keep looking at me like that,” you murmured, feeling the heat of his gaze crawl over your skin.

San tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. “Like what?”

“Like you’re about to ruin me.”

That was all it took.

He was on you in seconds, pressing you against the cool surface of the wall, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing fire across your bare skin. His breath was warm against your ear, lips brushing teasingly as he whispered, “You have no idea.”

The first kiss was deep—possessive. His lips moved against yours like he was trying to claim you, tongue slipping past the barrier of your lips to taste, to dominate. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you flush against him, and you could feel every inch of how much he wanted you.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled against your lips, biting down just enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, and he groaned in response, pressing his body harder against yours. His thigh slotted between your legs, the pressure making your breath hitch.

“San—”

“Shh,” he hushed you, trailing kisses down your jaw to your throat, where he sucked and bit, leaving his mark. “I want to hear you, but only when you’re begging.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the promise laced in his voice. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed, where he wasted no time stripping you down, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Perfect,” he murmured, running his hands along your thighs before parting them. He looked up at you, waiting, giving you a moment to back out. But you only reached for him, pulling him down into another hungry kiss.

“Then show me.”

And he did.

San’s eyes darkened with something primal, his smirk fading as his lips crashed against yours again—hot, desperate, and all-consuming. His body was a furnace above you, the muscles beneath his shirt tense as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.

His hands roamed over your body, fingertips tracing every curve, every dip, as if memorizing the way you felt beneath him. His touch was slow at first, teasing, but you could feel his restraint unraveling with each ragged breath he took.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. He trailed kisses down your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the spots that made you shiver.

You arched into him, nails digging into his shoulders. “San, please—”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Already begging?” He leaned back slightly, his eyes filled with pure hunger as he took in your flushed, needy expression. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

His hands traveled lower, gliding over your stomach before settling between your thighs. He dragged his fingers teasingly against your core, the friction just enough to make you whimper.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your collarbone. “Is this what I do to you?”

You nodded, breath hitching as he pressed his fingers harder against you. “San, please—stop teasing.”

His smirk returned, but there was something darker behind it now—something that sent a wave of anticipation straight to your core. “Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, slipping a finger inside you, curling it just right. “You don’t get to rush me.”

A moan escaped your lips, your back arching as he moved with agonizing precision. He added another finger, stretching you, coaxing out every sound he wanted to hear. His thumb circled your clit, his pace unrelenting but controlled, driving you to the edge without letting you fall.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let me hear you.”

Your hands fisted the sheets as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. “San, I—I’m close—”

But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled away completely, leaving you trembling, breathless.

“San!” you whined, glaring up at him.

He only chuckled, dragging his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. His eyes met yours, dark and dangerous. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, undoing his belt. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

San’s eyes burned with unspoken desire as he shrugged off his shirt, his toned body illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. His gaze never left yours, watching every rise and fall of your chest, every twitch of anticipation coursing through you.

The slow clink of his belt unfastening sent a fresh wave of heat through your body. Your breath hitched as he slid his jeans down, his movements deliberate, controlled—like he was savoring the moment, enjoying the way you writhed under his gaze, already desperate for him.

“You look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. He climbed back over you, caging you beneath him, his bare skin pressing against yours, igniting a fire where you touched.

Your hands roamed over his back, nails dragging lightly over the defined muscles. He shuddered, his control slipping for a moment as he dipped his head to capture his lips crashed against yours again, deeper this time, filled with raw hunger. His body pressed firmly against yours, his heat enveloping you, making you feel like you were drowning in him.

San’s hands traced down your sides, his touch rough yet reverent. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, positioning himself between them, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. A low groan rumbled in his chest at the feeling, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with need.

“Yes,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders, urging him closer. “Please, San—”

That was all he needed. He lined himself up, his tip teasing your entrance before slowly pushing in, stretching you inch by inch. A deep, guttural moan escaped his lips as he buried himself inside you, his forehead dropping to yours as he let you adjust.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs, holding himself back from thrusting too fast, too hard. “You’re so tight—feel so good.”

Your breath came in shaky gasps as you clung to him, feeling completely full, completely consumed. “Move, San,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

His control snapped.

He pulled back before slamming into you, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His grip tightened on your hips as he pounded into you, his movements desperate, like he was trying to lose himself in you.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your neck, biting down just enough to leave a mark. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, nails raking down his back. “Only yours.”

A dark, satisfied smirk crossed his lips before he captured your mouth in another searing kiss. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged as he chased his release, dragging you right along with him.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your body clenched around him, your release crashing through you like a tidal wave, and with a few more deep thrusts, San groaned, spilling inside you, his body trembling from the intensity of his orgasm.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder. “You okay?” he murmured, voice softer now, filled with warmth.

You nodded, breathless, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah… more than okay.”

San chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “Good… because I’m not done with you yet.”

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San stayed wrapped around you, his warmth cocooning you in the aftermath of pleasure. His breathing was still heavy, his heartbeat pounding against your back as he held you close. Slowly, he brushed his lips over your temple, his touch featherlight now—so different from the way he had just claimed you.

“You did so well,” he murmured, voice soft and full of affection. His fingers traced gentle circles on your bare skin, grounding you. “Are you okay?”

You let out a satisfied hum, melting into him. “Yeah,” you whispered. “That was…”

“Amazing?” he finished with a lazy chuckle, his lips curling into a smug grin against your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting his arm. “You’re so cocky.”

He only laughed, sitting up slightly to pull the blankets over both of you. “Come here,” he said, tugging you closer so you were nestled against his chest. His fingers ran through your hair soothingly, untangling the strands with careful attention.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the window and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear.

Then, San pressed another kiss to your forehead, his voice dipping into something even gentler. “Do you need anything? Water? A snack?”

You shook your head, sighing contentedly. “Just you.”

His arms tightened around you. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a tissue to clean you up with slow, tender movements. “Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?” His tone was full of care as he made sure you were completely comfortable before discarding the tissue and pulling you into his warmth again.

As the exhaustion settled in, he tucked you beneath his chin, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back. “Sleep, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

And with that, you drifted off, safe in his arms.

[pussyydestroyer]

“The echo of the past”

Pairing: Ghostface Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Warning: +18, masturbation, fingering, oral, scissoring, stranger, fear, rudeness, Sam doesn't care, they are both horny

Word count: 6k+

The day had been extremely exhausting for you. Your boss, as always, sent you to do things that were not your responsibility at work. He took advantage of you for being young and inexperienced.

You went to college in the morning and in the afternoons you worked to earn a mediocre salary. An exhausting routine, but you brought it on yourself because you wanted to become independent so young and want to leave your city as soon as possible.

But you were finally in your small house that your aunt had rented to you at an accessible price some time ago.

It was a reasonable size. Cozy and had just the right amount of space for your daily needs as a young adult.

You had a lot of stress built up from having to put up with your asshole boss giving you orders incessantly, along with your teachers who talked constantly without stopping.

And there was no better way to get it off than with your own hands.

Slide the zipper of your pants so you could take them off a few seconds later. The cold air on the thighs made your skin crawl.

You closed the eyes so you could think of something that would help you warm up and move on.

You didn't like watching porn, you found it disgusting and totally fake, which is why it didn't turn you on.

All your mind kept wandering and thinking, making your body get hotter. And as if by magic, your hand slowly moved from the chest and down to your abdomen.

Felt the beginning of your underwear and without thinking about it any longer, you dipped your hand underneath it.

The wetness between your legs was evident as your thoughts acted wildly.

You shivered slightly as your finger brushed down your swollen clit.

The coldness of the room seemed to fade from your senses as the fingers ran up and down your already wet folds.

Your thoughts and memories of today disappear from your mind as the hips rose in response to your finger sliding inside you, causing a shaky exhale.

You could feel the thoughts becoming more vivid as your hand found the right rhythm, making you gasp.

The thumb rose slightly, finding its way to your clit, while your free hand grabbed your shirt and brought it to your mouth, exposing your breasts.

It was already customary for you to always take off your bra as soon as you stepped into the entrance of your house. Having it on all day was a bit uncomfortable and suffocating.

Your hand ran over your body with delicate movements, making you arch your back while your other hand worked wonders on your crotch.

You would occasionally massage or squeeze your breasts, and together with your mouth that muffled the moans from biting the shirt, it made it difficult to pay attention to anything other than your need to satisfy yourself.

The thumb circling your clit, your fingers entering and exiting you in a determined manner.

All of this was being very satisfying until the sound of something hitting the window made you stop abruptly.

You opened the eyes and looked towards the window next to you, feeling somewhat bewildered and disoriented.

You didn't give it much thought since the branches of the trees were always hitting it constantly or the baby pigeon that is learning to fly crashed roughly.

So you settled down to could continue fingering until the phone started to ring.

With frustration you grabbed your phone that was on the table next to you and saw who it was, an unknown number.

You huffed roughly before hanging up without thinking twice.

Most likely it was phone lines calling for you to hire them or it was the university charging for overdue tuition.

But before you could put the phone back on the table, it rang again.

It was the same number.

You muttered several insults and then cleared your throat and answered,

“Hello?” Your lack of motivation and disinterest in speaking was noticeable as you wiped your hand that was on your crotch earlier against the sheets.

There was a brief silence before the person on the other line answered “Congratulations, you have been selected as one of the winners in this prize wheel!”

Silence filled the room for a long moment, bewildered by how stupid this call was. “What?”

His voice could be described as that of a very high-pitched young man, possibly just coming out of puberty which irritated you even more.

“As you heard! You just have to answer a few questions to be able to access your prize!”

The positivity and joy of that kiddo was exhausting and frustrating to listen to.

If the day couldn’t get any worse, this clearly ruined it. The last thing you wanted to know was that you had won in a clear scam.

A normal person would have hung up immediately, but since you were stubborn, you didn’t. “Questions? What kind of shitty questions?” You said reluctantly and angrily.

But before you could finish speaking, the other person interrupted you. “What is your favorite scary movie?”

The voice abruptly changes to a deeper, more serious one with a slight distortion, but you ignore it, thinking it was your lousy internet’s fault.

“I don’t know. 500 days of summer?” You reply with frustrated sarcasm, bringing your fingers to your temple.

“That’s not a horror movie…” His voice was piercing and thicker as you paid more attention to it as it transformed into a more menacing one. “I’ll give you one last chance. What is your favorite scary movie, Y/n?”

Swallow heavily as your eyes widen in shock and disbelief before answering. How did this guy know your name?

You think of all the possibilities he could have gotten away with. He probably knows your address too.

“This has to be a fucking bad joke. I have better things to do than to be wasting my time on this shit. Bye.”

You didn’t even have time to take the phone away from your ear when he interrupts again.

“Don’t you dare hang up or I’ll slit your throat right now!” his voice rises higher.

All of your arrogant facade disappeared as you heard him yell. You were scared shitless now.

The person on the other end chuckles making you shiver “are you going out somewhere or are you still going to play yourself like a guitar?” He continues with his voice full of venom.

The phone bounced off the bed as you let go of it to sit up properly. Your pulse was racing at the revelation that he was clearly spying on you.

Looking around as the silence in the house was deafening making you even more scared.

Neither of you broke it. You trying to stay calm and process this. The other just enjoying watching you lose your composure.

“Don’t play with me like that you fucking pervert. Where are you?!” You tried to regain your courage, though your voice was shaking as you scanned every part of your room.

He chuckle again in his thick voice, making you shiver and sigh. “You want to know where I am? Well then. Come find me.”

The beep that sounded after he hung up made you break out in a cold sweat. Your body was frozen and you refused to move.

You wanted to keep holding on to the idea that it was a prank call, until you gasped when you heard footsteps in the distance.

The floors were made of wood, so anything that fell or someone stepped too hard, made them squeak.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding through your ears. You wanted to stay where you were, but you knew that if you stayed there for too long, something serious would happen to you.

With slow and clumsy movements, you sat on the edge of the bed while you held your phone tightly in your hand.

You looked around before letting out a heavy sigh and standing up so you could put on your pajama shorts. Something in you told you that you should play their little game, even though you knew that one way or another you would die.

You take short, delicate steps so as not to make any sound until you reach the entrance to your room.

The door was already open since you always left it that way, but seeing the darkness on the other side was like living in a horror movie, but one with a very low budget.

You look around with subtle movement, making sure there was nothing in sight so you could call the police.

The light switch was a few steps away from you, but you were too scared to go there and turn on the lights. So, you shine the light of your cell phone around the place, making sure everything was clear before making a call.

But before you could press the first digit, a message from the same number pops up in your notifications.

‘If you continue, consider yourself dead. ’

His voice echoed in your mind, leaving you completely paralyzed and shaking with fear.

You see that message for a short time that seemed like hours until it disappears from your sight. You didn't want to open his chat, you just wanted to get out of there and go somewhere else, but you knew perfectly well that you had nowhere to go.

It never crossed your mind that becoming independent in a place far away from all the people you knew since you were born would lead you to be stranded with a murderer in your own house without knowing what to do.

The chances of this happening were few, but never zero.

With a shaky sigh, you squeeze your phone in your hand and start walking, crossing the hallway to get to the stairs.

You try to control your breathing because you feel that it is too fast and it sounds too loud, but it is inevitable to hold it when you know that you are risking your life.

When you reach the stairs you hold on to the railing as if it were your life support, you put a foot on the first step and you curse yourself internally, pressing your lips together when it creaks.

Your eyes were firmly closed as you began to descend. Each step you went down creaked louder and in a different tone, causing a small gasp from you when you noticed it.

You weren’t even halfway up the stairs when the phone rang again, biting your bottom lip to stifle your sobs.

The movements were clumsy and shaky as you looked back at the phone. You didn’t want to answer it, but your life was at risk right now.

You slid it before hesitantly placing it against your ear, biting the inside of your cheek to keep any sound of surrender from escaping.

“Cold.” His voice filled with menace and mockery penetrated your ears making it hard for you to breathe.

A lump formed in the throat, feeling like you couldn’t speak, but you managed to do so anyway. “What?”

The shaky and vulnerable voice made the other person laugh causing you to sob in panic.

“You’re not even close…” you could feel the sick mania in his entire being “but I can see you”

Shallow breaths came out as you tried to maintain the little composure you had left, while blinking to keep from shedding any tears.

You took a moment to clear your adrenaline-fueled thoughts before taking another step down.

The switch was at the beginning of the stairs on the first floor, which meant you were a few steps away from reaching it so you could better see your car keys and be able to leave the place as soon as possible.

The call was still online while you heard his laughter as you continued down.

The worst of all was that, although the house was somewhat small, you couldn’t hear the distortion that phones produce when they are very close to each other, which meant you couldn’t have an idea of where he would be.

You take the final step, managing to reach the first floor completely, and you run your hand along the wall until you feel something bulging.

“That’s it. You're warm now" his praising voice makes a shiver run down your spine.

You freeze, not wanting to know what was coming next, but your hands betray you by moving to press the switch.

The lights turn on, illuminating the living room with warm tones. The atmosphere could be cozy as it normally was, just for the small detail that you catch a black presence out of the corner of your eye.

Slowly turning your head to get a better look at the other being in the other corner of the room, you quickly examine him and see that he is wearing a black robe and an elongated white mask, which makes your mind click.

It was the ghostface.

You had heard a few years ago the news about killers who dressed like that to kill, but it was irrelevant to you since your friends always dressed like that for Halloween with the purpose of scaring other people.

It wasn't a big deal to you back then, though you were very attracted to some of those killers that were shown in the news reports, but saying that you found a serial killer attractive was socially frowned upon. So you kept it to yourself.

But having him in front of you now, even if it was just a few steps away, was fucking terrifying and it didn't compare to anything your friends had used before or your teenage thoughts.

Your eyes didn't leave the other's movements as the masked one grabbed a device you didn't know about and raised it until it was close to his mouth. "hot"

Swallowed hard as you saw him tilt his head before he turned off the lights again, losing sight of him instantly.

You cursed yourself in a shaky, pleading whisper at the fact that he had found the other switch.

The curtains were closed, which meant that there was no trace of light into the house and that made things more difficult.

You knew perfectly well that he wanted you to follow him, to find him so that you both would be as close as possible and he would end your life. But you weren't going to give him that pleasure.

Taking a deep breath trying to stabilize yourself, but it was impossible to do so if you heard silent creaks approaching you.

Your body trembled and sweated as you took steps forward. You wanted to avoid him at all costs.

If you continued straight you could reach the front door and escape, but first you would have to go around some armchairs to grab the car keys.

You took some time to mentally prepare yourself for how risky your next moves could be, but there was no other way.

Continued with the slow and determined steps as you headed to the side of the couch. You knew he was on the other side and could see and feel your movements, but you had to pick up the keys that were on the table a few inches from you.

“You are so hot right now”

This was a trap. You bite your lip to stifle your sobs as you look around desperately to recognize where the saturated voice was coming from.

In an act of desperation and stress, you hang up the phone and throw it against the couch, making it bounce before you can grab the car keys that were right next to you.

But you should never declare victory too soon.

“Surprise” his voice is heard so close to you as you turn to see him when he turns on the other lamp that is next to the other personal chair in front of you.

Your blood immediately runs cold as soon as you see him with his knife in his hand. You drove yourself to your own death.

He tightens his grip on his knife as he heads towards you with slow, firm steps.

You stand tense, completely paralyzed without knowing what to do. If you moved, he would quicken his pace and kill you faster, but if you stayed still, he would do that too. So many options and they all led to the same destination.

The sighs and sobs coming from you were the only thing that could be heard in the room. You keep the eyes tightly closed so you don't see how close he is to you.

You groan as you back away and stumble into the chair he forced you to sit on when you hear the footsteps closer to you.

Sweat runs down your forehead and you shiver as you feel a rough hand touch your chin, forcing you to lift your head.

You don't protest. The terror running through your veins was too much to contradict him, so you lift it with a weak, shaky movement as you open your eyes.

You give him a quick glance and notice that he doesn't have the knife or the circular device in his free hand, which makes you frown slightly in doubt.

He tilts his head and chuckles again, enjoying the way you gasp and shake when he does.

Your fear mixes with curiosity when you hear him laugh and notice that his real voice is a little higher than you expected.

Gently, he removes his hand from your chin to take off the leather glove with the other and then holds your chin up again.

It was a thin hand with long, thin fingers. His touch was soft and warm, leaving you totally with doubt by the delicate way he touched you.

A few minutes ago he was threatening to take your life, and now he was being silky with you. It was all very strange, but you weren't going to complain now that you had him literally in front of you.

His thumb began to trace circles on your cheekbone, making you tremble.

You didn't know if your involuntary reactions were due to fear or because you were enjoying feeling his delicate touch against your skin.

He seemed to enjoy it in the way he let out a quick exhale.

His finger moved down, just below your bottom lip.

You were trying to figure out what his purpose was if he wasn't going to kill you, until he started to draw a slow, straight line across it.

You could feel his piercing gaze through that mask. Even though it scared you, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

As if the other person was asking for it, you licked your lips before opening your mouth a little more and leaning forward to catch his thumb.

The tremble you caused him to feel was hard to miss.

You looked down at his arm to then see the mask. You tried to see who could be behind those black eyes, but it was impossible to notice anyone there.

You curled your tongue around his finger, and your wetness made him shiver.

Flattening your tongue, you moved up from below to the tip of his thumb as you hummed on purpose.

His breathing was heavy, as if he was holding back his gasps.

Your eyes never left his mask as you took him back into your mouth.

You noticed he was enjoying it in the way his fingers dug into your jaw as he tensed up.

Sucked on him so hard that your cheeks sank, eliciting a soft, low whimper from him.

Notice his sounds are delicate and sharp again, and you look at him with a frown, having a slight suspicion that the person behind the mask was not a man but a woman.

The other person tilts the head in doubt at the way you look at them.

You lower your gaze, even with their finger in your mouth, to look at they crotch. But there's nothing there.

They evil robotic laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, but you still keep looking at they crotch trying to see a bulge or something, but nothing. “There’s nothing there that you like.”

Through all that deep, distorted laughter you can hear a female voice behind it all, which makes your heart skip a beat.

She pulled her thumb out of your mouth when she noticed you were more excited and determined about what was to come.

Her thumb moved tracing a line from your lip to the chin, then finding your neck and grabbing it, pushing you back so you were completely against the couch.

You let out a moan at the sudden act, and found yourself grabbing her hip in a way to hold on to something.

Your breathing was labored and you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter from the way she held you. Her pressure wasn’t painful, but it was still strong.

Without taking your eyes off her, you run your hand down her waist, but she doesn’t seem to complain, until you reach her crotch applying a slight force which makes her gasp and move her hips against you.

“See? “Nothing,” she whimpers as her grip tightens on your neck, making you moan.

Her breathless voice was the last thing that made you give in to whatever she wanted from this moment on, completely forgetting the fact that you were on the verge of crying or panicking a moment ago.

Despite all that distortion and depth in that fictional voice, the female voice still echoed in your head. You swore you heard it somewhere else, but you were too determined to get into lust to think of where you could have heard it from before.

With an impatient movement, you lean forward and lift her tunic to reveal her waist. Your eyes quickly find the belt and your free hand unbuckles it with ease, almost as if you were experienced.

The sound of leather hitting metal abruptly was deafening and overwhelming.

You assume her gaze is fixed on your movements as you pull down the zipper. You put your thumb inside the edge of her pants to begin to pull them down little by little, while your other hand continues to hold the tunic by her stomach so as not to interfere with your movements.

With her pants already around her ankles, you notice that her underwear is already quite wet, which makes you wonder how long she had been like this.

You swallow, leaving those thoughts behind.

Briefly raise your gaze to look at her, while your hand reaches her crotch, putting pressure on it, managing to get a moan out of her as her grip on your hair tightens.

Hadn't noticed that she had placed her hand on you, causing you to gasp at the sudden contact.

You felt the wetness immediately on your hand, biting the inside of your cheek, not wanting to let out another sound.

Her hips jerk against your hand. She wanted more friction and you knew it perfectly.

Not think twice and pull her underwear down completely exposing her pussy.

She gasps again feeling you so close to her skin now.

You run two fingers through her folds causing her to drop her head back down with a sharp, shaky exhale.

You press your lips together realizing that her sounds are affecting you the same way your movements are affecting her.

You continue to rub her folds, feeling that she is shaking more than usual.

She needs you in every way possible.

She grabs your hair tightly and pulls it back. You moan at the grip that forced you to look at her.

You nodded frantically, understanding her need.

Your fingers trail up her folds one last time before going back down, applying a little more pressure until you reach her wet slit.

With a low growl, she leans forward, holding on to the couch firmly with one hand, sensing you about to enter.

You move your fingers up, entering her with ease thanks to her growing wetness, drawing a groan from her along with a tight grip on your already messy hair.

Your fingers continue to enter deeper, and her breathing become more frantic hitting the mask.

Her voice was so beautiful that it resonated in your mind despite not having heard it verbally.

When your fingers no longer seemed to be visible to the naked eye, your thumb pressed against her clit, briefly moving it up, managing to make you shudder at the way she moaned that you will continue.

A shaky “yeah” escaped your lips as your fingers began to pull out and push deeper inside her.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust you gave, and you were completely lost in the way her unfiltered voice sounded.

Your own wetness began to seep through the thin fabric of your shorts as your thumb matched the steady rhythm of your other fingers.

You couldn’t stand just listening to her. You wanted to see her, to feel her deeper.

You abruptly pulled your fingers out of her, leaving her stunned and reeling. But before she could complain or yank on your hair, your fingers dug into her bare waist as you looked at her with a sly smile.

“Maybe there’s something I like after all,” your hot breath against her skin made her shiver before you moved in completely and licked at her clit.

An intangible curse escaped her lips with this light contact. Her hips rock against your face and you try to hold on tight so you can continue.

You flatten your tongue to explore more of her sensitivity. But she always wanted more.

With a quick movement, she lifts her leg and flexes it on the couch, right next to you, opening herself more to you.

A gasp catches in your throat at the sudden movement. You look at her for a few seconds once you return to continue licking her.

Now having more accessibility to her, your tongue moves frantically through her folds.

Her moans are getting louder as she holds your head to not let you go.

Gasps leave your lips against her pussy with each lick you give. Closing your eyes slowly so you can concentrate on your movements as you get closer to her entrance.

The movements of your head were determined and little by little her voice was clearer, more tangible to you.

She continues to tremble and moves against you. His grip is strong, almost painful, but you loved it.

Those moans, that unique and beautiful voice you could recognize from somewhere else, though you didn't know where. But that ragged gasp, like he was losing his breath made you realize who it was.

“Sam?!” Your voice of genuine surprise crashes against her skin as you raise your head again, suddenly stopping all the pleasurable movements.

Of all the people who could be behind the mask, Sam was one of your last options of who it could be.

You hadn’t seen her since… over a year ago? You didn’t remember exactly, but her calling you threatening to kill you in a very stupid voice so that you could end up having sex, is a very strange and unexpected reunion.

Her body, as well as yours, was equally agitated by the abrupt change of contact.

Your eyes met, and the only thing that broke the silence was the heavy breathing.

You tried to figure out what was going through her mind, since neither of you dared to break the silence. You were pretty sure it was Sam.

As if it were the blink of an eye, she grabs her knife tied to her hip and stabs it into the back of the chair, very close to your head.

You didn’t have time to react, just your nails digging into her hips.

She grabs your jaw and pushes you back, lifting you roughly so you look directly at her.

“Don’t say that again, you hear me?” She hisses, her voice mixed with venom and desire.

You nod frantically as you swallow hard at her demanding tone. “Alright. I won’t.”

“Good.”

The low, husky way she said it made your need grow along with the wetness between your legs.

She quickly puts her hands on your thighs and squeezes them hard, making you moan before she roughly grabs you and pushes you to the side, sliding you down the couch so you’re now completely lying on it.

You just stare at her as she completely takes off her pants.

When you wanted to leave your parents' house behind, you were traveling from city to city to experience new things and get out of the routine you had before. That's where you met Sam in Modesto.

She worked at the gas station across from the restaurant you work at as a waitress.

While you were taking the order of one of the many diners, you saw her enter with slow steps. She seemed very tired that day.

She was heading to the front desk, but there was no one there to serve her. Luckily for you, you had just finished taking the table's orders, so you headed to the front desk to see what is offered to her, even though that wasn't your specialty.

You cordially introduced yourself and she did the same.

Both of you talked for a few minutes until she finally said she was coming to get a takeout order. You went to the kitchen and quickly came back with a paper bag in your hands.

She asked you where you were from, since she had lived in the city for some time and had never seen you. You told her your reasons and she seemed to understand the situation.

Both continued talking for a while until she had to leave. Without first telling you that she worked right across the street.

Your first impression of her pleased you, she seemed like someone kind and fun.

As the days went by, you started talking more and more, although she was still reserved about some topics.

Sometimes in your free time, you would stop by the gas station just to waste time and talk to her. Sam did the same when he didn't have many customers to serve.

A few months passed and you started having feelings for her, and somehow you became very close.

Everything about her seemed charming and attractive to you. The way her hair moved against the wind, her smile, her voice, her hands, everything.

Until, at the worst of times, you found out that she had a boyfriend.

You didn't like him. He was lazy when it came to his work and ridiculously clumsy and conceited.

But if that was Sam's taste in men, you weren't one to judge him publicly.

You started to become more distant with her because of that. You didn't want to get hurt because of your feelings.

It wasn't romantic attraction, it was simply admiration, or that's what you tried to convince yourself.

As usual, things were boring again around you. Being with Sam of course wasn't, but you didn't feel the excitement of working every day anymore. So one day you left without saying goodbye or leaving a trace.

You never heard from her again since you never shared numbers or social media. That was the fun of being with her, not having to harass each other with daily messages or stalking each other. Just spending the day talking about whatever, even if it was just a few hours, was great.

Over time, your attraction to her was fading. You weren't constantly thinking about her anymore. In fact, you hadn't thought about her in a long time.

Until now.

She grabs the sides of your shorts pulling them down hungrily, exposing your delicate, wet cunt.

You were both agitated and eager for more, so just letting her do everything.

She grabs your knees and pushes them to the ends of the couch, causing one of them to rub against the newly stuck knife.

You can't hold back the shaky gasps once you see her get on top of you, followed by a moan as you feel her full weight against your body.

The sensation of cunt against cunt was deliciously stimulating once their hips collided, causing both of you to gasp.

Feeling her wet pussy against yours was driving you crazy, but you somehow managed to lift one leg and place it on top of her bent leg next to your hip.

Her grunt along with your moan was a noticeable clue about your dripping slits hitting each other, but still neither of both moved yet.

She adjusted herself by put her other leg across your hip, on top of your outstretched leg.

Maybe the version of Sam you knew a year ago wasn't the real one. Whatever it was, you liked either one.

She grabs your thigh, digging her nails into you, making you groan.

Your nails automatically dug into her own thigh and waist as you grabbed her to hold on.

The gasps of both of you mix in the air as you feel each other.

Raising your gaze, you look at her with pleading, dark eyes, not knowing what features she could have at this moment.

As if she were reading your mind, she begins to rock on your hips slowly and painfully.

You grab her waist tighter, trying to pull her towards you. The little friction was killing you.

“Sam, please,” Your own voice showing how needy you were. You raise your hand, wanting to remove that hideous mask from her face that somehow managed to turn you on.

Sam being faster, grabs your wrist when you barely manage to touch the resistant plastic. “What did I just say to you?”

She sounded so firm, so drowned in the same desire as you that you just stayed quiet and looked away.

With just that act of vulnerability, she began to move her hips again, guiding your hand to her shoulder.

You held on tightly every time she slid her pussy against yours.

Instantly the moans and labored breathing resumed their course. Both of you firmly holding on to each other.

You saw how her body moved up and down, which meant that her pussy slipped more easily.

Your whole body was on fire, and hearing her moans stimulated you even more.

You grabbed her hips with both hands, helping her increase the speed.

She didn't scold you for that, she simply let you guide her.

Your hands and her hips moved simultaneously causing your back to arch against her.

The movements became faster and more erratic that splashes could be heard.

She was practically hugging your leg, turning her moans into mumbled curses.

Her cum was dripping everywhere, dripping down your ass, becoming excitingly sticky.

She braced herself with her free hand on your chest, not wanting to show weakness to you

Between all those moans and gasps your head fell back, feeling the heat build up in your belly, but you didn't want her to stop.

You both moved your hips in sync against each other, generating more of that exquisite friction that increased that pressure.

Your clitorises rubbed together easily. The sweat mixing between your legs made it easier to move, which generated more pleasure along with the heat of your bodies.

“I'm so close Sam”

Sam's hand slides down your neck, forcing her to lean in closer to you. “Shut up”

The aggressiveness of her words that came out as muffled moans brought you closer to the edge of your climax.

She kept panting and you could feel her body tense up.

“Fuck” she moans before bringing a hand to her mask and taking it off to throw it somewhere in the room.

Her totally messy hair along with the sweat on her reddened face was extremely exciting.

You wanted to keep looking at her face, but she gave one last thrust with her pussy that managed to make you come.

Arching your back and throwing your head back, away from her face to receive the climax.

Even though you had finished, she kept rubbing her cunt against yours. She was so close to her own climax that she didn't waste any moment of your weakness.

Her moans became higher pitched and her grip on your neck was strong.

You kept guiding her hips, wanting her to be just as satisfied as you.

Feeling her clit rubbed in a rough and desperate way was the only thing missing for her to came with a groaning groan.

Her whole body tensed up giving that final push.

You gasp happily at the feel of all her cum in your pussy when she finally finishes.

Her breathing was fast and erratic as her face was so close to yours.

It took her a few seconds to compose herself. You watched as a satisfied smile formed on her lips as she untangled her legs and sat comfortably on the couch.

You were still lying down with your breathing slowly returning to normal.

She leaned her head back against the backrest as she let out a final sigh.

You continued to watch her silently, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the place, but you felt forced to do so. “What the hell was that all about?”

She chuckle without looking at you yet and playfully hits your leg. “Yeah. I missed you too.”

I thought I was going to do less but I got carried away