#you‘ll see me*

[tiredela]

not me digging up an old sketch of my vestige to practice faces lol

[eobe]

If a karking art block gifts us getting FOXed like that *got shot again*… *reloads* – then it‘s hard to complain, phew 🔥🦊 REALLY HARD to complain.

Hi Commander Art Block Fox, looking gorgeous today *gets shot again, this time maybe by Mando sniper rifle* 🔥🫠

Jokes and shots aside: Trust. the karking. process. Marni, if you’re able to do THIS quality INMIDST art block, everything will gonna be okay, when the art block finally vanishes.

Oh, except us. We won’t be okay. We‘ll be blissfully UNWELL on our knees before your very next level unlocked magic 🤩✨

Just don‘t forget to make some breaks with a nice caf and just breathing, vod ☕️♥️ Breathing is good. Highly recommended 😂🫶

It’s hard enough being alone with myself, I don’t know how long I’ll be holding on-

[rafesslxt]

DIRTY LOVE

pt .1 | 2 | 3 | 4

SUMMARY: you and rafe hide from your boyfriend at a party

WARNINGS: cheating, choking, dirty talk, kissing, p in v (unprotected), doggy, fluff at the end

WORDS: 0,5k

NOTES: idk maybe part 1/2?, i do NOT encourage cheating - this is only for the plot, english is not my first language! every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated <3

His big hand wrapped around your chin and jaw, squeezing your lips apart to move his thumb into your mouth to play with your tongue.

All while his hips are moving, rapidily and hard thrusts into your dripping cunt that squeezed his cock like no other in obx. Skin meeting skin, your back arched and pushing your ass further against him with every snap of his hips.

"f-fuckkk" a pathetic whine left your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of rafe hitting your cervix over and over again. "fuck baby – bet i could see the bulge of my cock inside you when you‘d turn 'round."

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and going straight to your tummy. His lips slowly sucking on the spot behind your ear, grinning against your skin when he feels you clenching his cock.

" 'gonna pound that sweet pussy of yours until the whole island hears and knows who‘s fucking you. Huh, who‘s fucking you?"

He tightened his grip on your jaw and tilted your head back, making you look at him and arching your back even more, almost hurting.

"Who‘s fuckin‘ fucking you, you little slut? Rollin‘ your eyes back, taking my cock like a whore while your little boyfriend sits downstairs, probably looking for you right now." A cocky smirk forms on his lips when you let out a broken moan. "You Rafe, god it‘s you!"

"Shoulda known sooner you‘re a whore, fuck – i love you so much baby." he groaned against the crown of your hair, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Shit, come with me sweetheart. Please, cream my cock like you always do."

You finally felt the band in your lower stomach snap at his words, causing you to clench and spasm around him so deliscously that Rafe‘s eyes rolled back for a moment before he closed them, his jaw hanging low, his sweaty eyebrows drawing together when his orgasm approached. "shit."

He shot rope after rope into you, painting and marking your walls as his. He let go of your jaw, slowly pulling out of you.

He got up and grabbed the blanket that fell onto the floor earlier. His hands gently spun you around so you were laying on your back now. He pulled the blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.

"We can‘t -" "Don‘t. Stop saying that every time!" "But If Topper find’s out he’ll tell his dad and he will-" "Just cause your Dad does business with his, doesn‘t mean you‘re their property. You‘re mine. Fucking mine. And one day you‘ll be a Cameron and won‘t even remember Topper‘s sorry ass for always treating you like shit."

You looked at him startled, your eyes widened a little and you felt your heart literally skipping a few beats. "Rafe.." your voice was soft as you said his name.

You knew he loved you just like you loved him, but hearing him calling you his future wife - that hit different.

"I love you too, Rafe." you whispered, your lips finally connecting with his.

next part…

side note: for everyone wondering what‘s with the valentine special, i‘m so unhappy with how they turned out so i rather don‘t post them rn but later when i‘m happy with them instead of regretting

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𝑑𝘰𝑛‘𝘵 ℎ𝑎𝘵𝑒 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 || 𝑙𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 (𝑝𝘵 1) ౨ৎ

꒰ ꒱ྀི lee heeseung x fem!reader

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☆゙ ↳ synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

☆゙ ↳ wc: 6741

☆゙ ↳ genre/warnings: a lil bit smutty, kinda fluff (?) cursing, sexual harassment (not from heeseung), heeseung tries to touch up reader, pining, fuckboy heeseung, y/n is a virgin, a few typos…if i missed anything pls lmk!!

"okay, okay, we‘ve had monica, brittany, and mina this week alone, yeah?" karina snickers, jotting down the names of lee heeseung‘s newest side quests.

the two best friends, karina and y/n, were huddled together in their university classroom (sitting the furthest away from everybody of course), as if they were little high schoolers gossiping about who kissed who.

however, what they were doing wasn’t far from immature, childish gossip. here, they were strategizing who lee heeseung—the school‘s fuckboy—would go for next. it was like a fun little game to the girls, the excitement of seeing how right their guesses could get making them giggle every time.

although it was only the beginning of sophomore year in uni, mr. fboy heeseung had already had his way with nearly half the school, so y/n and karina knew their time would come soon. the only difference between them being karina was open to a night with heeseung. no strings attached, of course. it’s been a month since her messy breakup with her former girlfriend yunjin, and she knew heeseung was the only person who‘d give her a good night with no feelings, guaranteed.

then there was y/n. not to say she’s "not like everyone else," she does find heeseung attractive and well, a little charming—she hates the idea of being with anyone "no strings attached." and heeseung‘s version of adding strings to his puppet was dating them for a week after hooking up before inevitably ghosting them. and unfortunately for y/n, that wasn’t enough.

y/n nods at karina‘s question, holding up three fingers to represent each of heeseung‘s playthings.

"and how about abby? the blonde one with big boobs? classic bimbo," y/n inquiries quietly, "have they gotten together yet?" karina lets out a noise similar to a "pfft" before nodding her head, answering. "a few times, actually. he really likes her.." karina trails off, shaking her head.

"i just…don‘t know who else.." y/n trails off, biting her thumb in thought. "bianca martinez?" karina nods.

"yeji?" karina nods once more.

"damn—minji?" and again, karina nods.

y/n lightly palms her face in disbelief.

"i guess this one will be a surprise, hm?" jokes karina, a playful smile lingering on her lips.

y/n sighs, defeated. "guess so."

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"remember, guys! tutoring begins 3pm today! if you‘re late then your extra credit points are docked!" spoke mr. glenn as class ended, reminding y/n of her duty she needed to fulfill later on today as a top student. with a groan, she stood up and grabbed her baby pink bag, lightly slinging it over her shoulder.

"oh you‘ll be having fun teaching those dumbasses.." teased karina, tickling y/n‘s side with a grin as the two girls exited class together.

"ugh, i know.." laughed y/n as karina tickled her. "i‘m gonna be stuck here for two whole hours kari.." y/n whined, pouting as she leaned her head on karina‘s shoulder, walking towards their dorm room.

"you‘ll be okay, i‘ll buy you lots of food after, hm?" karina said as she stroked y/n‘s hair, feeling her head nod against her.

a couple hours later, y/n arrived inside mr. glenn‘s dim-lit classroom, ready (but annoyed) to teach a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls who are falling behind.

coming in with a fake smile, y/n shot mr. glenn a small wave as she strutted inside the classroom confidently, sitting down at the table sectioned off to help students with english. pulling out her phone, she laid her head down, scrolling through tiktok to pass time before students came in.

and just as she predicted, a student was already approaching her table for help.

"hey, beautiful.." spoke an almost familiar voice, tone sultry and flirtatious. "wanna help me get this english grade up?"

y/n looked up from her phone to meet eyes with the boy who was seemingly so eager to get his english grade up. but when y/n saw him, her breath slightly hitched and she had to clear her throat to regain her faintly lost composure. because being face to face with lee heeseung was not what she expected.

"um..heeseung.." y/n spoke hesitantly, grabbing her english textbook. swallowing, her elegant hands flipped page through page, trying to find the section they last left on in class.

"do you need help with what we‘ve recently been doing?" y/n asked, trying to ignore that sensual expression heeseung wore on his face.

"sure." heeseung shrugs. "i haven‘t been doing much in class…" he trails off, grabbing the textbook from y/n, his soft, pale hands brushing against hers.

y/n refused to show any reaction to heeseung‘s touch, which he took note of. poor y/n, she has no idea heeseung likes a challenge.

"well i can guide you through the notes we‘ve been taking this week on literary theory and textual interpretation. it sounds pretty difficult but i can guarantee you it’s easy." y/n‘s voice remained fairly monotone and pretty professional, heeseung‘s charm starting to wear off on her. that shyness from a minute ago was no longer present.

y/n grabbed her english notebook from her bag, opening it to a page filled with notes. heeseung scoffs as y/n opens her mouth to speak, interrupting her.

"oh, you‘re cute.." he smirks, laying his hands on her page of notes, tapping up and down with his finger.

"i didn’t want you to actually teach me, my dear." his voice lowers to that of a whisper. "i have a proposal." his lips curl up into a smile in contrast to y/n‘s frown.

"which is..?" y/n questions, her tone a bit irritated. she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

"you do my work…and i‘ll pay you." heeseung speaks confidently.

"how much are we talking?" y/n asks, seemingly annoyed. but that doesn’t break heeseung‘s cocky demeanor.

"oh i‘m not talking about money, love.."

y/n can only roll her eyes at his suggestion, already knowing where this would go.

"i‘ll fuck you for every assignment you do, hm? whatever you want. there‘s nothing i haven‘t done, afterall." he slightly bites his lip, leaning back in his seat, now manspreading.

"and that’s exactly why i won‘t take up that offer…" y/n‘s voice holds a note of offense. "glad to know that’s what you think of me…" y/n rolls her eyes, completely finished putting up with heeseung‘s attitude, starting to pack her stuff up.

"oh, come on, baby. i‘m not saying you‘re a slut—i can tell you‘re a virgin. you‘re so uptight." heeseung gestures his hands towards himself. "i‘m offering you something over half the girls on campus would die for."

"heeseung, you don’t even know my name." y/n retorts, standing up to leave.

"y/n!! leaving so soon?" mr. glenn calls out, noticing y/n ready to leave.

y/n nods, telling mr. glenn she has an emergency at home. but before she walks off, heeseung grabs her wrist gently, but firm enough to turn her around, her eyes locked on his.

with a smirk heeseung says, "now i do, y/n."

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with a groan, y/n slams shut her dorm room door, back pressed against it as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"damn, they really got you so bad you had to leave early, hm?" karina teases, putting down her phone and sitting up on her purple sheeted bed.

y/n hangs her head down, a vexed smile on her face as she let out a breathy laugh, making a piece of her hair fly slightly forward. she shot karina a knowing look.

"you won‘t fucking believe who the hell i had to tutor for like—five minutes today…"

y/n threw herself down on karina‘s bed, right next to the raven-haired girl.

"who?? oh my god — was it that one guy who practically stalked you last year?" karina lets out an unbelieved laugh.

y/n shakes her head. "no..this guy was somehow almost worse." she scoots ever so slightly closer. "lee fucking heeseung.." y/n snorts as she laughs, covering her giggles with her hands as karina mimics, both of the girls laughing in disbelief.

"no way! i doubt there was much tutoring going on…" karina says behind her hand that slightly muffled her words.

y/n shakes her head. "yeah. for lack of a better word at i least 'tutored' heeseung."

y/n sits up, holding air quotes around the word tutored.

"did he say anything? like��" karina lowers her voice to a whisper as if there were other people around. "does he wanna fuck you?"

y/n‘s eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp, slightly taken aback by the question her brown-eyed best friend asked her. but she quickly fixes herself, answering, "yeah. he offered to dick me down if i did his assignments…" y/n tossed herself back-down on karina‘s soft bed, laying flat as she looked up to the blank, white ceiling, eyeing the spinning fan.

"sooo..? did you take up the offer?" karina asks with the most curious tone, laying down indirectly on top of her best friend in order to pry an answer out.

"nooo.." y/n spoke shyly. "i don’t wanna lose my virginity to an asshole fuckboy." y/n scrunches her nose, disgusted at the idea.

"well if you won’t take him…" karina then slowly pointed to herself, suggesting that she should get a piece of hee.

y/n pushes karina‘s shoulder, causing the pale woman to fall on her back. y/n sits up. "no, karina. you need to get back with yunjin…you guys broke up for a stupid ass reason. she needs to realise you weren‘t flirting with another girl, and move on. with you…"

karina slowly moves her eyes down in the direction of her phone before she picks it up, hand grasping her silver case.

"about that…" karina‘s face shows mischief before showing y/n messages between karina and yunjin.

yunjin: i miss u, rina 🙁🙁 so much.

karina: yunjin, you broke up with me, if you want me back so bad you have me…

yunjin: maybe i do. but what you did wasn’t ok, rina. i hate that stupid bitch heather and you still spoke to her

karina: baby pls…i‘ll do anything to make it up to you, i am so so sorry..

yunjin: then let me come over tonight. then maybe you could show me how sorry you really are.

karina: fine…does around 9 work?

yunjin: yeah. get y/n out of there tho. i wanna be alone.

"oh my god…rina..!" y/n said, a bit shocked. "she misses you! this is good!"

karina curls her lips up a bit. "either that or she wants some pussy tonight."

y/n playfully rolls her eyes. "which you‘ll glady give her, i assume?"

karina hesitantly nods, a smile falling from her lips.

"well, i guess i‘ll be going out tonight.." y/n gets up, going towards her vanity to take her hair out of its pink claw clip, running her cream colour brush through her soft locks.

"maybe you could help out heeseung, hm?" karina goaded y/n.

y/n turned to karina with an unamused look, still brushing her hair. "never. i have better things i could do…" y/n trailed off, her expression softening when she realises that was a total lie. she really put her academics over everything, and outside of karina had a social life of almost zero.

"we both know that’s not true, y/n," spoke karina as if she were reading y/n‘s mind.

karina scoots, now sitting on the edge of her bed. "come on, y/n—you don’t have to fuck him, but you can fuck around with him, right? it‘ll be fun!"

y/n thinks for a moment, considering karina‘s words. "but i‘m not seductive—i wouldn’t know what to do! i can’t flirt.." y/n covers her face slightly, brush still in hand.

karina snickers. "y/n, he‘s already come onto you and gotten a piece of your attitude. if he didn’t want you, would he have approached you? think about it! you don’t have to be some master of seduction to woo heeseung."

y/n removed her hands, knowing deep down karina was right.

"but…i don’t know…how do i do something like that?"

"easy." karina smirks. "remember what i did to that guy dylan?"

y/n nods, intrigued. "lead heeseung on?"

"similar to that. tonight, you head over to his dorm—look cute but not too cute to where he knows you put in that effort for him. tell him that you‘re going to take him up on his offer, come inside and do some work." karina stands up, getting really into describing her plan. "let him tease you; get bold, tease him back…let him touch you, make you feel good, but only! only you get to feel good. as soon as he thinks he‘s getting what he wants…you‘re going to get up and leave, hm? he‘ll be wondering what the hell happened…and he‘ll yearn for you evermore." karina shrugs. "the rest is up to you."

god, y/n wondered why she was suddenly so excited.

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after contacting a mutual friend she and heeseung shared, karina was able to track down where heeseung‘s dorm was, making y/n realise just how real this happening all is.

and so with a five minute walk, y/n had her hair down and pin straight, wearing a matching baby pink, tightly knit matching set, hugging her body just right, her hips swaying so perfectly as she strutted down heeseung‘s hallway in her little ugg slides. with a tiny knock on his door, y/n took little breaths to calm her nerves. *you‘re not going all the way…* she had to remember.

after a small moment, y/n was greeted with heeseung‘s delicate face, a flirtatious smile forming on his lips as his eyes wandered over her.

"so you did want to see me afterall, y/n.." heeseung gazed at y/n‘s beautiful face, she was so stunning even without makeup…just curled lashes and clear lip gloss was all she needed to sparkle.

heeseung leaned against his doorway, his biceps flexed against the frame as he gestured y/n to come in.

without reacting to any of heeseung‘s words, y/n came into heeseung‘s dorm, surprised he was alone and without his friends or a hookup laying in his bed.

she stood near his desk as heeseung strode over to her, sitting at the chair paired with his desk.

"sorry, love…i have no extra chairs." heeseung sighs in mock apology.

"it‘s okay, i‘ll just stand," y/n politely smiles, placing her off-white shoulder bag on his desk, pulling out homework material.

heeseungs tsks, gently placing his hands on y/n‘s hips, gartering her attention.

"or you could always just sit on my lap.." heeseung toyed with the hem of y/n‘s pants, but she quickly smacked his veiny hand away.

"i‘m good." she gave a smug grin when she saw heeseung‘s slightly taken aback expression. he let out a small sigh, clearly growing frustrated.

"you‘re so uptight, you know that?" heeseung leaned back, his tone not angry but teasing.

y/n turned her body to face herseung. "oh yeah?" she placed a hand on her hip with a raised brow.

"yeah. you should relax. don’t you have a vibrator or something? i heard that can help…" he snickers at her shocked reaction.

"i don’t use those things—you‘re so crude!"

"ah..so your hands aren’t doing the job right?"

y/n feels her face heat up, blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"what i do isn’t your business, heeseung."

y/n‘s voice was firm, arms now crossed.

heeseung held up his hands in a surrendering motion, his legs much more visible to show off his manspread.

"you‘re right, you‘re right. i‘m just trying to offer my word of advice to a woman in need.."

y/n rolls her eyes. "i‘m here to teach you, heeseung! keep this up and you won’t get anything." she bends down so she is eye-level with the black haired boy, her eyes meeting his clearly turned on gaze. her voice was brash, and authoritative, her finger pointing at heeseung, her acrylic fingernail poking his solid chest every few words.

heeseung slightly bit his lip once he caught a glimpse down y/n‘s tight little jacket, her cleavage in perfect view. heeseung could only swallow, trying to not make it super obvious where his eyes were locked.

and lucky for him, y/n didn’t seem to notice as she stood back up, towering over heeseung‘s sitting figure.

"sit on my lap and i‘ll be good, hm? i‘ll leave you alone my dear y/n.." heeseung speaks quietly, gently patting his thigh.

y/n hesitates, thinking about karina‘s words—to just tease…make yourself feel good, then leave when he thinks he‘s getting something…

with those words in mind, y/n slowly lowers her round ass onto heeseung‘s thigh, sitting sideways on his lap. his hands immediately gripped y/n‘s waist, slowly caressing her slim sides up and down, fingertips ever so slightly reaching under her little jacket, gliding over her soft, bear skin. she shivered, the foreign feeling of his hands on her ignited something small within her. but she shakes any thoughts of pleasure out from her head, pulling out homework material from her bag, flipping through annotated packets and mindlessly organising them, just trying to distract herself from heeseung‘s hands trailing further up her torso.

"you almost done..?" heeseung asks quietly, his warm breath against y/n as he moved her hair away from her neck, whispering against the soft skin. y/n quivered, letting go of the packets she held. y/n nodded, clearing her throat as she adjusted herself on heeseung‘s lap. she heard a low groan fall from his lips, and she spun her head around with a small gasp, not believing what her ears just heard.

"did you just…?"

"yeah..sorry.." heeseung faintly whispered, sounding like he was holding something back. "that felt nice.." heeseung squeezed y/n‘s sides placidly, like he was giving her a massage.

y/n blinked in response for a moment before she practically scoffed, her assertive facade coming back to her. "fucking horndog…" she whispers, looking heeseung up and down like he was a vermon.

heeseung‘s grip tightened, groping her sides more aggressively in response, sucking in air through his teeth. "yeahhh…just for you, babe." heeseung chuckled breathily to himself.

y/n rolls her eyes, swatting heeseung‘s arm. "and every other girl you make eye contact with. surprised you don’t have an std by now.."

heeseung faintly flinched at y/n‘s little swat, not used to a woman defying him like this. but he didn’t mind. in fact, heeseung likes a chase sometimes.

"it’s called condoms, dude. i don’t go raw on anyone," he lets out that same chuckle from earlier.

"heeseung, i really don’t care," y/n retors, smacking his head with a packet. "now are you going to let me teach you or are you going to touch me all over this whole time?"

heeseung raises a brow, locking eyes with the girl on his lap. "i thought you were doing my assignments for me, babe. remember our deal?"

y/n shakes her head. "i pride myself in my teaching abilities. and i don’t want to fuck you.."

"oh come on, y/n. you‘re almost twenty and you‘re still a virgin…why not lose it?"

"how do you know i‘m a virgin..?" y/n‘s brows furrow in confusion.

"remember earlier in mr. glenn‘s tutoring session? i can just tell. you‘re so fucking uptight."

y/n makes a face similar to disgust. "being an uptight virgin is better than being a chill fucking whore like you."

heeseung only tittered, not offended by y/n‘s remark. "you don’t wanna loosen up?" he pulled y/n closer towards his body.

"not with you…" her voice grows quiet when she feels heeseung‘s arm wrap around her waist, hand snaking down, closer towards her pussy, his fingers trailing the hem of her tight little knit flare leggings that matched her cropped jacket.

her breath hitches as her back is now pressed up against heeseung‘s firm chest, both her legs straddling his left thigh, her ass cheek pressed against his growing erection.

a soft hum leaves y/n‘s lips when heeseung‘s fingers grow braver and dip into y/n‘s pants, middle finger gently pressing down on y/n‘s clit, applying just enough pressure to form a wet patch in y/n‘s panties which didn’t go unnoticed by heeseung, a smirk forming on his lips.

"you sure you don’t want my help?" heeseung snickers, his finger sliding down to feel the warm wetness in y/n‘s panties.

but y/n knew she couldn’t give in. y/n was smarter than to cave in to heeseung‘s smart talk and skilled hands. so she suppressed her moan and reluctantly grabbed heeseung‘s wrist, pulling his hand away from her pussy. she stood up and calmly grabbed her bag and packets, turning to face heeseung, who was visibly confused.

y/n could only smirk satisfactory with heeseung‘s reaction to rejection.

"clearly we aren’t on the same page, heeseung. i‘m leaving now—if you really want my help, get those hormones in check. maybe fuck a girl on your roster before seeing me." y/n politely smiles in contrast to her passive aggressive tone. and saying no more, y/n leaves heeseung‘s dorm, leaving him sitting there, absolutely dumbfounded a girl has actually rejected his advances. he watched y/n‘s figure stride away and leave before he ran his fingers through his hair, chuckling quietly to himself.

that was the first time heeseung didn’t get any action with a girl in his place, and the first time a girl seemed to hold zero attraction to him; and the very first time a girl challenged him, and made him want her more. y/n was more of a chase then heeseung thought. luckily for him he was determined, and a fast runner.

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y/n swung open the door to her dormitory, adrenaline rushing through her veins. she looked over at karina‘s bed and spotted the woman laying down with yunjin under the covers, and it was very apparent the two just slept together. she wasn’t taken aback, however. she had already knew the two would be together tonight.

y/n shook karina awake, not caring if she were naked or not. both karina and yunjin awoke, slightly startled at y/n‘s franticness. before either of the lovers could say anything, y/n spoke up.

"i did it! i did it—but there was barely any action, he sat me on his lap and tried touching my pussy but i left before much could happen!" y/n sounded a bit freaked out with a hint of excitement.

"who is she talking about..?" said yunjin groggily, rubbing her wide eyes.

"heeseung.." yawned karina. "y/n, that‘s good! you‘re probably the first girl in a long time to leave him hanging like that. best him at his own game, hm?" karina smiled, leaning up on her elbows.

y/n‘s face scrunches in slight frustration. "i know…but i‘m just..." she throws her bag down on her bed that‘s only a few feet from karina‘s.

"i‘m glad i did it…it was fun…but—i‘m just…" she sits down on her bed, looking at karina and yunjin. "i don’t know what comes next.."

yunjin and karina exchanged glances before karina speaks up. "you know what happens next?" y/n‘s face grows curious. karina continues. "you wait. you wait for him to chase you…and you‘re going to make him fall for you. and once he does…you leave him for good."

yunjin smirks. "damn karina, what‘d he do to you?"

"nothing. we‘re just bored.." karina looks back at yunjin, but there’s a hint of something beyond playfulness in her eyes.

and with that y/n went to sleep that night, unaware of just how much she had lee heeseung wrapped around her finger.

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one week later — psychology class. the only class y/n shared with lee heeseung.

y/n sat in her usual seat, putting down her bag under her feet after pulling out all her materials. she laid her tired head on her hand, analysing her notes from the last lecture.

and there was heeseung who came in early for once. he was always late (if he even decided to show up, that is), but this time he made sure he was there so he could score a spot next to the beautiful girl who left him so empty that night.

y/n was all that consumed heeseung‘s mind this past week. he didn’t want to be one to admit it, but heeseung hated how she had this effect on him all from not giving him what he wanted. his only goal in mind was to make y/n give in and fall in love with him, then run away just as he did to every other girl…because how dare this little tease leave him empty? nobody defies the lee heeseung like that.

it was only a matter of seconds before heeseung‘s eyes landed on his target. seeing y/n‘s beautiful, long hair flowing over her shoulder and her plump lips pouting in concentration, her slim legs crossed, her grey fold over leggings hugging her body perfectly, the little flare at the end hanging over her cute little winter boots that encased her bouncing feet. her little pink tank top form fitted her torso, causing her chest catch heeseung‘s attention immediately, making him think back to when he got that lovely glimpse down her top that night last week.

and with nothing else on his mind, determination set in and heeseung b-lined it towards the seat empty next to y/n, as more people started to fill the room.

y/n was slightly startled when an obstinate heeseung plopped himself down next to her, his eyes narrowed in on y/n‘s alarmed expression.

"missed me?" heeseung smirks, his voice laced with smugness.

"god you scared me…" y/n placed her hand over her heart. "but no, i didn’t miss you, heeseung."

heeseung leans in a bit closer, his big black jacket scrunching. "call me hee. everyone else does."

y/n shakes her head, her face going back to her notes. "i‘m alright, we‘re not close enough for me to give you a nickname."

heeseung scoffs, changing the subject to the point he originally wanted to talk about.

"why did you leave that night?"

y/n held back a smirk at the hint of desperation in heeseung‘s voice. the question alone enough to make her want to giggle in satisfaction.

"you were being unprofessional, heeseung. i was there to help tutor you, not have sex with you." her tone was pretty deadpan in contrast to the excitement growing inside of her at the thought heeseung was currently chasing after her.

"i could have made you feel good," heeseung says as he leans back in his chair, his hand coming up to play with strands of y/n‘s hair.

y/n ignores him, flipping through pages in her notebook.

"you‘re not any different from these other girls, you know…you‘re not special." his voice grew annoyed.

"what?" y/n turned her head to the side, her irritated expression apparent.

heeseung’s facial expression seemed satisfied at how he was getting under y/n‘s skin. "you‘re not special for not wanting me, y/n…" heeseung leans closer, his hand still on y/n‘s head. faces inches apart, heeseung‘s voice held somewhat of a threatening tone. "…because i‘ll make you want me." an intimidating smile played on heeseung‘s face, his eyes full of malice.

y/n slightly backed up, a small amount of real fear stirring in her chest.

"you‘re crazy…" her voice automatically came out a whisper, her eyes darting all around his face.

he leaned in and quickly pecked y/n‘s cheeks with his lips, his expression now softened, almost affectionate.

"only for you…" and as the psychology teacher mrs. danbury walked in, heeseung settled down along with the rest of the class, acting as if nothing happened.

y/n stayed taken a bit aback, her mind wandering off from the lesson every so often, thinking off heeseung‘s words.

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as class came to an end, heeseung stood up, standing next to y/n‘s sitting figure, and as she rose to walk out of the classroom, she was abruptly stopped by heeseung‘s tall body standing in front of her.

she didn’t need to speak. her confused face was all heeseung needed to start explaining.

"let me take you out." heeseung‘s voice was smooth.

"um…where?" y/n crossed her arms.

"there’s a little café down the street, hm? wanna go there?"

y/n thought for a moment, realising she could use this as an attempt for heeseung to truly fall for her.

"i mean…i am kinda hungry i guess." y/n shrugs, walking passed heeseung. "let’s go."

heeseung grabs y/n‘s wrist, forcing her to come back. he interlocked his fingers with hers, then continued walking.

"people are going to think we‘re a thing if you’re holding my hand…" y/n‘s eyes darted from their intertwined hands then up to heeseung, who only smirked.

"if we‘re together in general people are going to think we‘re a thing." he smirked down at the girl walking with him.

y/n rolled her eyes, "that’s not exactly what i want…i can‘t be seen as one of your little rotations."

heeseung put on a playfully hurt expression.

"that’s really all you think of me, huh? just some fuckboy?"

y/n nodded. "pretty much!" she shot him a soft smile, feigning affection.

heeseung only snickered in response, but when his own umber eyes looked into y/n‘s he couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was as the sun beamed down on her skin.

entering the café, y/n took note of the strong smell of sweets and coffee blending together in the air, the other university students sitting inside studying under the dimly lit lights, creating a cozy atmosphere, perfect for a break after a day of long, draining university classes.

"this place is so cute…" y/n looked around at the wood panel walls, the faux candles lit all around and the large bookshelf next to the entryway, adding to the library-esq vibe of the café.

heeseung smiled at y/n‘s reaction, her look of awe causing him to feel a small little butterfly in his stomach, but he quickly swatted it away.

"you‘re paying, you invited me out." y/n points at heeseung as she walked up to the register to order, him trailing not too far behind.

"yes, ma‘am," heeseung teased, pulling out his wallet.

"can i have a caramel frappuccino with tapioca pearls, please?" y/n asked in her sweet voice—sounding just like honey.

"i‘ll just have a taro milk tea." said heeseung as he pulled out his credit card.

the cashier said dryly, "that‘ll be $13.85."

and as heeseung inserted his card, y/n slyly peaked over to get a good look at it, which didn’t go unnoticed by heeseung. he just let out a confused laugh. "what‘re you lookin‘ at?"

"your credit card number," replied y/n truthfully. "you said it was your goal to make me like you, and gift giving is my love language." y/n closed her eyes, placing her hands on her chest as she softly swayed her body side to side.

heeseung gently nudged y/n. "yeah, yeah, don’t get too ahead of yourself."

and as their boba was ready, y/n quickly grabbed her drink, placed the baby blue straw inside and immediately took a sip, reveling in the sweet, caramel flavour going down her throat. with a satisfied mmm sound, she started walking towards the door, leaving heeseung in a state of confusion.

"where are you going?" heeseung questioned, his brow slightly raised.

"i‘m going back to the dorm. you took me out like you wanted." y/n shrugged slightly.

"you know i‘m getting real tired of asking you that." heeseung smirked, sipping his tea.

y/n only smiled facetiously. "then give me a reason to stay." and with nothing else, y/n walked out, leaving heeseung once more dumbfounded.

and heeseung didn’t like this pattern he saw forming.

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y/n didn’t walk back to her dorm, though. she was going to hang out with karina at the mall. pulling out her baby pink iphone, y/n clicked karina‘s contact to come ask her to pick her up.

"where you at hoe?" joked y/n as soon as karina picked up.

karina laughed. "at yunjin‘s dorm. i‘m leaving now. where are you?" y/n could hear rustling on the other end.

"near that little café by school—i think it’s called makoko." y/n paused to look at the street name. "i‘m working the corner of rochester street. come pick me up when i‘m done with my next client."

karina playfully rolled her eyes at y/n‘s joke, her car‘s startup engine roaring in the background. "i‘ll be there soon. split some of that cash with me, hm?"

"of course. love ya!" y/n blew a kiss to her phone and karina reciprocated.

opening up instagram to kill time, y/n stood, leaning against the wall of a building while she waited for her best friend.

scrolling mindlessly, mind lost in the depths of liking her favourite celebrities‘ posts and judging her mutuals stories, she hardly noticed a tall male figure approach her rather menacingly.

"all alone?" the deep voice startled y/n, his tone callousing and scary. y/n slightly jumped back, her eyes suspiciously scanning the man up and down. but y/n doesn’t play with scary men like this.

"no, i‘m with somebody. your scary ass can leave now." she spoke sternly, taking slow backwards steps away from the dark haired man.

"i don’t see no one," the man smirked his big lips, a look of lust shining through his eyes as he stepped intimidatingly closer to y/n, following her.

"fuck off nasty ass hoe i don’t know who you think you are because i will rock your shit if you try something!" warned y/n with a fist forming, holding it up in the air like she was going to pop him in his face.

but before the creepy man could vocalise his thoughts, another male came up from behind him and punched the side of his head, making him stumble over, a gasp of shock leaving y/n‘s mouth upon seeing not only the violent action—but the person assaulting the creep—who was…heeseung?

"heeseung wh—" y/n was going to ask him why he was here, why he was defending her—but was overpowered by his aggressive shouting at the big, now less taunting man who was harassing her only moments ago.

"who the fuck do you think you are, hm!?" hesseung yells through gritted teeth, blowing punch after punch, blow after blow onto the man who was laying on the ground, his arms over his face in a defensive manner.

"keep your hands off her and your fucking mouth shut!" heeseung was practically seething at this point, his fists nowhere but the man‘s now bloody face.

y/n wasn’t going to tell heeseung to back off the man—if anything the man deserved it. so she watched from the sidelines, patiently observing, waiting for heeseung to finish.

and for a few more moments, after punching and kicking heeseung spat on the man‘s face as if he were a flithy vermon (which in any sane person‘s mind, including heeseung, that’s what he was equivalent to.)

heeseung marched towards y/n, his face still appearing angry. he aggressively gripped

y/n‘s wrist, yanking her, forcing her to follow heeseung from behind as he angrily started walking.

"in broad fucking daylight, is he insane?"

heeseung scoffed, talking mainly to himself, but y/n could hear.

"heeseung where are you taking me?" she slightly winced at the tight grip he held on her wrist.

"back to your dorm. where i thought you were going." heeseung‘s voice was practically a growl.

"heeseung—i have a ride i was waiting for to go to the mall. i can handle myself." y/n says as she tries to yank her wrist away from heeseung, but his grip only grew tighter.

"clearly you can’t. i wonder what would have happened to you if i hadn’t stepped in, hm?"

y/n only rolls her eyes in disbelief at heeseung‘s words.

"now give me your phone." heeseung holds out his hand towards y/n, still not looking at her.

"why?" she questions, visibly hesitant.

"just—just give it to me. or i‘ll take it myself." there was no indication heeseung was kidding in his tone. so y/n handed the boy in the grey hoodie her phone after opening it, and he went straight to her calls. he clicked on someone’s name before speaking,

"karina?" his tone stayed firm. "yeah, it’s heeseung. look, you‘re the one giving y/n a ride, yeah?" he paused, letting karina respond. "‘kay. i‘m taking y/n to that park not too far from campus. the one everyone hangs out at—pick her up there. something happened she can explain to you later." and without another word, heeseung hung up before opening y/n‘s contacts, adding a number. he handed y/n back her phone, open on the page of the brand new contact.

"my number," he spoke, tone softening slightly. "just to call or text me if anything else like this happens.." heeseung‘s voice held a hint of what y/n could be mistaking as affection…but there was a little bit of something other than coldness. almost like his reasoning was some excuse. she only nodded, murmuring a thank you as they arrived at the park everyone usually hangs out, called "the hill."

heeseung sat down on a cold, metal bench, y/n sitting close to him.

he immediately cupped y/n‘s face, tilting her head in every direction possible, eyes narrowing in on her soft features like he was analysing her. before y/n could protest, he asked, "are you okay? if he laid as much as a single finger on you, y/n, i‘m promising you i‘ll go back there and kill him with my bare hands."

y/n shook her head, a bit taken aback by heeseung‘s sudden protectiveness. her dainty hands stayed with a silent grip on heeseung‘s wrists that softly held her face.

"you should have let me take you home—i should have offered…i‘m so sorry, y/n…" heeseung adverted his gaze from the girl, guilt oozing from his voice.

"it’s alright, really," y/n started with a calm voice, her thumbs rubbing soft, soothing circles on the inside of heeseung‘s wrists, "nothing happened to me." she put on a soft, comforting smile, but it quickly faded when heeseung snapped.

"because i stepped in! y/n who knows what that guy was planning!?" he takes a deep breath to calm himself, voice struggling to stay steady. "what if he hurt you, hm? i don’t…i don’t want that to happen to you." his gaze lingered on y/n, his thumbs caressing the sides of y/n‘s face he was still holding.

"since when have you…" y/n pauses, trying to find the right words. "since when have you cared like that? about anyone?"

heeseung scoffed, his tone coming out offended. "just because i like to fuck around doesn’t make me a bad person, y/n—i would have stepped in and saved any girl that was happening to." his dark brown eyes lock with y/n‘s as if he was searching for something in the pools of her irises. "but you‘re the first girl i‘d go to this length for. the first one i have gone to this length for…if you were anyone else i would have just walked away as soon as i pulled that guy off you."

"why?" was all the stunned girl could manage to get out, her brows furrowed in more curiosity than confusion.

"there’s something about you, i‘ll admit. like a magnet that pulls me in. partly because you left me hanging last week—but just…" heeseung sighs. "the way you don’t want me—it makes me want you even more."

y/n simply laughs. "is this why you‘re being so nice to me?"

heeseung nodded.

"it’s a nice try, heeseung. but you‘re going to have to try a lot harder than give me some speech you‘ve given all your other flings."

and as if she were saved by the bell, y/n saw karina‘s little white toyota pull up to the car, a small honk coming from the vehicle catching both heeseung‘s and y/n‘s attention. she removed heeseung‘s wrists from her face and stood up.

"where are you going?" heeseung wondered, a hint of what almost seemed like panic laced in his voice.

"that really is all you ask me, huh?" y/n teased before walking off towards karina‘s car.

and with another sigh, heeseung slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and slid down the bench so his neck was resting on the edge as he looked up to the blue sky.

it had only been a week since they met and this damn girl already had him wrapped around her finger.

what‘s wrong with him?

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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Not Your Savior Author's Notes: This was supposed to be short but I just kept writing. Also thanks to @wraithdance for helping me with this. Not very angsty in my opinion Warnings: MDNI, Angst?, Microaggressions/Racism

Johnny is a lover at heart. Sure he may be in the military, but how couldn't he? The world has always been kind to him. The least he can do is be kind to others.

Even if it's Americans who are trying to take the love of his life.

“Sweetheart, aren’t you gonna eat?” Johnny was going to gag. He should be focusing on his own work, but couldn't help eavesdrop on yours and Russ' conversation.

“Sergeant Russ, what have I told you about calling me sweetheart?”

“And what have I told you about calling me Sergeant Russ… sweetheart?” Silence followed before laughter came. Johnny hated it. 

In another life, maybe him and Russ could have been friends. But as of right now, Johnny just wanted to punch his stupid face. Because how fucking dare he get close to you. How dare he love on you when Johnny couldn't or at least shouldn't.

“I have to finish a few more things before I can eat.” Johnny could hear the distinct sound of your fingers tapping on your keyboard. He hears that more than your voice these days. 

“You know you can eat whenever you want, whether your work is done or not.” Your fingers stopped tapping. “You know that, right?” 

Silence.

“Keegan, c-can you please leave?” Johnny was taken aback. He has never heard your voice break before.

Did Keegan touch a nerve? Did you really think you didn’t deserve to eat? 

Now looking back at it, Johnny didn’t see you much in the dining hall these days. You normally sat with the 141 but after walking in the rain, you started to eat in your office. Or at least, he assumed you ate lunch in your office. 

“Only if you come with me to get lunch.”

“Sergeant Russ, I already—“

“No.”

“No?”

“Yeah, no.” Johnny could hear some heavy footsteps. “Get up and let’s go.” The 141 sergeant distinctly heard the sound of your chair moving. 

“Keegan, let me go, you can’t just—“

“Stop fighting me and let’s go!” 

Even if Keegan has a point here, that doesn't mean he can just man-handle you. He shot out of his seat and rushed towards your office. However, before he could step inside, Keegan started to speak again in a much softer voice. 

“I don’t know what these fucking Brits told you but you deserve to be here.“ Johnny heard you take a deep breath. “They might not care about you, but I do, so please let’s just—“

“Keegan, respectfully, fuck off.” You cut him off. “You‘ll never get it, okay? You’re a white man. You've never needed to prove yourself. So don’t come in here on your high horse and try to be my hero. I don’t need saving, I just need teammates who’ll let me do my job.“

Johnny could hear you breathing heavily, but he couldn't understand why you were so worked up? Keegan was just trying to look out for you... what's so wrong with that? Also what do you mean he didn't have to work hard? Johnny had to work hard and he's a white man.

Johnny tries to peer inside your office but had to quickly pull back as Keegan walks out. His eyes followed the American out.  

“Sergeant MacTavish, do you need something?” Johnny jumps a bit after hearing your voice. He couldn't help but stare at you. It's been awhile since he's had you so close. Maybe this was his chance to show you he still cares.

"Y-y-ou should eat," he stutters out. Your eyes widen and you ask him to repeat himself. So he does. Johnny explains that despite Russ getting on his nerves, he's right. You should eat. And that you also should have been a little nicer to the guy, he was just looking out for you.

You weren't sure whether to scream or fight Johnny right now. Instead, like you always have, you take a deep breath and just leave. You didn’t have time for this anymore. You hear Johnny call out your name, but you ignore him. You just shut your door. Maybe this time, they’ll let you work. 

An hour goes by and to your joy, no one bothers you. A small part of you hoped Johnny would come in and ask more questions, but you quickly pushed it down. He hasn’t cared about you in over four months, why would he suddenly care now? Now with that report done, you rush to the restroom. 

As you walk back to your office, you fight the urge to look into the temporary office of the allied task force. They were an… interesting trio but you honestly didn’t want to entertain them. You were not going to make that mistake twice. 

You swing your office door open and stop in your tracks. Sitting on your desk was a plastic bag with take-away boxes clearly in it. You slowly approached it and grab the note stapled on the bag. 

It read: eat it now or later, totally up to you. The boxes are safe for the microwave.

Sorry, your teammate, Keegan. 

You really couldn't believe it. You pointed out this man's privilege and told him to go fuck himself. Any one else would have had a fit and probably reported you, but instead he bought you lunch and apologized.

This had to be a trick… right? No one is that mature. You grabbed the bags and marched to the makeshift office.

And as you fly past a certain Scotsman's office, Johnny couldn't help but peak outside his door. For a moment, he was ecstatic to see a bag of food in your hands. But when he realized you were headed towards the new guys office, he couldn't help but feel nervous. What were you going to do?

"Sergeant Russ?" Johnny floats close to make sure everything goes well.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"What's this?" Johnny connects the dots and realizes that Russ must have bought you food. Fuck. Why didn't he think of that?

"Lunch... or dinner. Up to you."

Your scoff rings out the door. "Why?"

Johnny hears Russ take a deep breath. He's probably annoyed. Now Russ is going to lash out when this could have all been avoided if you just had accepted his --

"Because you were right." Johnny hears a chair scrapping the floor before Russ continues. "I won't ever get what it's like to be you. And I can say all that I want but it won't change the fact that the rules are different for you and I."

"Keegan, I--"

"Please let me finish here." A heavy silence fills the air before Keegan continues. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to try to help you. And no, that doesn't mean I'm going to try to save you, because I know you can do that yourself. You've been doing that. Just... just let me help my teammate in any way I can." Johnny hears a few heavy steps. "Is that okay with you sweetheart?"

Johnny couldn't understand what just happened. Keegan was just trying to be nice and you get annoyed. Keegan leaves, buys you lunch, and then apologizes. What was going on here? Did Johnny miss something here?

He must have, because he couldn't understand why you would just say,

"Well, Keegan, help a teammate out then. I'm feeling like an early dinner tonight."

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Anything Leah receiving smut we beg of you 🥲

Lose control

Leah Williamson x reader

summary: leah finally manages to let you be in charge for once.

warnings: SMUT 18+, leah receiving

words: 3.7k

The crisp winter air clung to the Arsenal training grounds as Leah Williamson stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the pitch with an expression that commanded attention.

At 35, her playing days were behind her, but she carried herself with the same confidence that had made her a leader on the field. Now, as head coach, her presence alone was enough to keep her team focused.

"Good work on that last drill," Leah called out, her tone firm but encouraging. She moved closer to the group. „But we’re not done yet. Positioning matters. Every step counts, especially in the final third. Eyes up, and read the play before the ball even gets to you."

You, six months into your arsenal career, were where the players huddled in front of her. Leah’s gaze swept over the team, lingering on you for only a fraction of a second longer than the others.

It was subtle, unnoticeable to anyone else, but enough to make you straighten slightly, as though called out by the unspoken weight of Leah’s attention.

"Let’s run that drill again," Leah instructed, nodding toward one of the assistant coaches. "Same setup. Forward line, focus on timing your runs. Midfield, keep the passes sharp—no hesitation."

The team broke into position, and Leah walked along the sideline, her watchful eyes scanning each movement. When you made a run a split second too early, Leah’s voice carried across the pitch—not sharp, but steady and authoritative.

"Y/n! Hold your run a beat longer. You’ve got the pace; don’t waste it by rushing. Time it right, and you’ll be unstoppable."

You glanced back briefly, catching Leah’s eye with a small nod of acknowledgment before resetting her position. Leah allowed herself a moment of pride, though her expression remained neutral.

She knew the balance she had to strike—pushing her team without showing favoritism, especially when it came to you.

No one knew about the two of you and you tried to keep it that way. And leah treating you the same way as everyone else was extremely important to do so.

As the session wound down, Leah clapped her hands to gather the team’s attention. "That’s it for today. Solid effort, but remember—what you do in training sets the tone for match day. Keep your focus, and we’ll take it up another notch tomorrow."

The players said their thanks and started to disperse, heading toward the locker rooms. Leah stayed behind, watching as they left, her professional mask firmly in place.

But when you glanced back over your shoulder, a flicker of something unspoken passed between you two - a connection no one else could see.

Leah unlocked the front door, the sound of it closing behind her signaling the shift from coach to just… Leah. She kicked off her boots and sighed, rolling her shoulders as the tension of the day slowly began to ease.

She’d spent hours holding it all together—managing drills, strategies, and personalities—but here, she didn’t have to be Arsenal’s head coach. She could just exist.

Your voice greeted her from the kitchen. "Tough session today?" Leah followed the sound, finding you leaning against the counter, a mug of tea in hand and a questioning look in your eyes.

You were dressed in cozy loungewear, a stark contrast to the training kit Leah had seen her in hours earlier.

"Not too bad," Leah replied with a small smile, running a hand through her hair. "You guys worked hard. Yes i pushed a bit, but you‘ll thank me for it on match day."

You smirked, taking a sip of tea. "You mean I’ll thank you for it when I score that match-winning goal." Leah let out a soft laugh, stepping closer to lean against the counter opposite her.

"We’ll see about that. Still need to time your runs better," she teased, her tone light but laced with the same constructive criticism she’d used on the pitch.

You raised your eyebrow, mock-offended. "You’re never going to let that go, are you?"

"Not when I know you can do better," Leah countered, crossing her arms but with a playful glint in her eyes.

You roll your eyes  but soon you both managed to relax into your comfortable rythm of your private world. Here, you weren’t coach and player. You were equals. Leah is still packing her stuff away when you notice how deflated she really looks.

"You look tired," you said softly after a beat, voice shifting to something gentler. You set your mug down and brush her arm slightly with your hand.  Leah just shrugs, clearly too much in her head to talk about it. But you don’t let her get away with it, you want to help.

"You’ve been going non-stop all day. Have you even eaten?" you ask, your voice carrying a hint of concern masked by light teasing.

Leah shrugs, looking away briefly. "Not really hungry. Just needed to get home."

You frown, the teasing edge fading entirely. "Leah, you’ve got to take care of yourself."

Leah opens her mouth to argue but stops when she sees the look on your face - steady, firm, yet full of concern. She lets out a soft sigh, her shoulders dropping. "You’re right," she admits quietly, the words feeling strange on her tongue.

You smile at that, a little triumphant but mostly relieved. "I usually am," you quip, but your touch softens, your hand trailing down to take hers. "Come on, let’s sit down. You’re home now. You can let go."

Leah hesitates, her gaze flickering between your hand and your steady eyes. There’s a weight in those words—you can let go—that tugs at something deep inside her. You lead her to the living room, easing her onto the couch before sitting beside her.

"See? Isn’t this better?" you ask, leaning back and pulling her into your side.

Leah chuckles softly, the corners of her mouth lifting despite the exhaustion pressing down on her. "Yeah," she murmurs, her voice quieter now. "It is."

You sit like that for a while, the weight of the day melting away as the room fills with easy conversation and shared warmth. Leah’s guard is still up—just a little—but the cracks are beginning to show. And you notice. It’s in the way she lets her head rest against your shoulder, in the subtle sigh that escapes her lips.

You don’t push, don’t rush. You simply let her sink deeper into the comfort of being home, waiting for the moment when she’s ready to give up the rest of the control she clings to so tightly. For a long time you have been waiting for the oppertunity to switch things up between you.

Usually leah ist he one in control, guiding you, she’s your Rock. But you wanted to be there for her as well, you wanted to make her feel good as well.

When the moment comes, it isn’t forced. You have been lying on the couch forr quite some time, gently stroking leahs waist, feeling her squirm from time to time. That’s when you decide to test the waters a bit.

"You trust me?" you ask quietly, your voice low but steady. Leah knows exatly what you were on about, that’s why her throat is suddendly dry when she replies „I do“, barely above a whisper.

Your lips curl into a slow smile, your hand moving to tilt her chin gently upward. "Good. Because from here on out, you don’t have to be in charge anymore."

The air in the living room feels different now, thicker, as though the moment has shifted. Leah’s breath comes a little quicker as she sits beside you, still resting her head on your shoulder but now fully aware of the space between you—the space where control and submission are beginning to blur.

Your hand slides gently from her waist to her thigh, a casual touch that makes Leah stiffen slightly. But instead of pulling away, she finds herself leaning into it, her body responding in a way she didn’t expect.

You turn to face her, your eyes darkening with intent, though the teasing smile still lingers at the corners of your lips.

"You’ve been so good today, always in control. Ist hat what you want?" you say, your voice low and soothing, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it now.

Leah swallows hard. "I don’t mind being in control." Her voice is a little hoarse, betraying the unease that bubbles beneath the surface.

"You think I don’t know that?" Your fingers brush lightly over her jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. "But right now… here, with me, you don’t have to be. You don’t have to hold it all together anymore."

Leah’s pulse quickens as the words settle over her. She looks into your eyes, the intensity of your gaze catching her off guard, pulling at something deep within. Her heart pounds, the weight of her position—of who she is outside this moment—fading to the background.

"Please," Leah murmurs before she even realizes she’s speaking. The word is soft, vulnerable.

You smile, a soft, triumphant smile that makes Leah's chest tighten. "Say it again," you whisper, your voice a caress.

Leah closes her eyes briefly, feeling the shift fully now. "Please help me let go" she says again, her voice more certain, more open.

Without another word, you slide closer, your hands gentle but firm as they cup her face. Leah doesn’t pull away, doesn’t resist—she can’t. For the first time in hours, the weight of responsibility seems to slip away, like a heavy coat being pulled off her shoulders.

"Look at me," you instruct, your voice steady, filled with command.

Leah opens her eyes and meets your gaze, feeling a mixture of surrender and trust that leaves her breathless.

"You’ve been giving orders all day, haven’t you?" Your fingers trail down Leah’s neck, sending jolts of electricity through her.

"Telling everyone what to do. Guiding them. But now…" You pause, your touch growing firmer, more insistent. "Now, you’re going to listen. You’re going to follow me."

Leah’s breath hitches as she nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers, her chest tightening with anticipation.

You smile, satisfied, before guiding Leah’s chin gently upwards. "Good girl," you murmur, leaning in close enough for Leah to feel the warmth of your breath.

Leah closes her eyes for a moment, her heart racing. "I trust you," she breathes, the words escaping her lips before she can stop them.

Your grip tightens ever so slightly on her chin. "You should," you reply softly, your lips brushing against Leah’s ear. "Because from now on, I’m the one in control."

The words feel like a revelation, like an unspoken agreement that shifts everything between you. Leah’s pulse races as she allows herself to lean in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that is soft at first, hesitant.

But your response is immediate, your hand sliding to her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Leah melts into it. She lets go.

For the first time in a long while, she doesn’t need to be the one in charge. The weight of expectations, of authority, fades away entirely. All that matters is the connection between you, the trust that is built not just on words, but on actions.

Your hands are everywhere now, gently guiding Leah, coaxing her into the moment.The kiss is growing more heated, more urgent.

„Bedroom. Now.“ You say inbetween kisses and pull her up before dragging her after you towards your shared bedroom.

Inside you press leah up against the wall, making her breath hitch. At first you look her deep in the eyes, a light smirk on your face about being in control today.

Then you kiss her again, harder this time. There’s no room for argument who is in charge oft he stuation. You slip in your tounge and press leahs arms over her head against the wall.

When breath becomes an issue you finally pull away, admiring the look of your messy, flustered girlfriend. Leah bites her lip, feeling your eyes on her.

„Please y/n“ she whispers again. Your face hardens and you shake your head.

„I told you i’m in charge darling. You follow my orders tonight“ you scold her which makes leahs heart beat faster. She stumbles over her words „s-sorry baby“.

You stroke her cheek lightly and then give it a light kiss before pulling leah away from the wall and down onto the bed. „Strip and wait. No touching“ you order her and leah immediately complies to your demands.

„Ts ts ts, so needy“ you grin down at her which only makes her more flustered. „Don’t worry baby, i’m gonna fuck you real good“ you reassure her and then pull out a blindfold from your bedside drawer.

 „But first we need to tease you some more“ you grin and hold up the blindfold. Leah groans and lets her head fall onto the pillow. „Baby please no teasing“ she begs but you just chuckle and resume to tie the blindfold over her eyes.

„Be a good girl and maybe i’ll fuck you then“ you whisper in her ear before tightening the blindfold some more and getting up again. You can see how nervous leah is getting, not being able to see what is happening, not being able to be in control.

„Baby i’m right here, just let go“ you whisper against her lips before giving them a soft kiss. The feeling of your soft lips on hers helps leah calm down and relax, she was starting to just enjoy the moment.

„That’s a good girl“ you whisper after noticing the shift in leah demeanour. A light smile breaks out on her face at those words.

„You like ist when i call you that? A good girl?“ you ask teasingly at which leah bites her lip before saying a quiet yes.

You chuckle again and take in the beautiful sight in front of you. Leah, completely naked, blindfolded and begging for you to touch her. That’s what heaven must feel like.

So you decide to finally get to work, being pretty worked up by now as well. Leah can feel the bed dip next to her before the next moment you throw one leg over her and straddle leahs lap.

By now you have undressed as well so that your naked bodies are touching. This  pulls a loud moan out of both of you. You bow down and immediately start sucking on leahs nipples, knowing how sensitive they are.

Leah groans at the contact, feeling it even more intensive because oft he blindfold. „Yes make some noises baby“ you murmur before continuing to stimulate leahs nipples while gently massaging her breasts.

„Please“ leah whispers quietly, „please y/n“ she repeats which makes you stop your actions for a second. „Please what?“ you ask teasingly, stroking up and down leahs thigh with your right hand, progessively getting closer to her center.

„Please fuck me“ leah mumbles, needy expression on her face.

„I didn’t catch that“ you tease her again, enjyong the control you have over her. Leah groans agai, but she is too far goe to protest and just starts begging for you.

„Please just fuck me y/n. I need it so bad baby“ she says, loud this time. You grin at that and gently take oft he blindfold. Leahs eyes blink open, taking a few seconds to adjust tot he light. „Please fuck me“ she begs again, now you can finally see the desperation in her eyes.

„That’s my good girl“ you smile softly and start sucking on her neck. You can feel leah squeeze her legs together at her new nickname so you decide to move things further along, sensing how desperate leah was getting.

„Spread your legs for me darling“ you whsiper in her ear. Leah immediately complies while you start kissing down the valley of her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. She squirms again which makes you pin her down by the hips.

Being an athlete yourself it was no problem to keep leah in place, and you liked to show her who was in charge today.

Finally you reach her cunt, that was already dripping onto the sheets. You can feel yourself getting wet just by that sight and can’t keep yourself from taking a long and slow lick through leahs folds.

„Fuckkk yes“ she moans which makes you grin and then repeat your action. Then you resume to place a few gentle kisses on leahs clit.

„Oh god“ leah breathes out heavily. It’s not the first time you are going down on her, but usually she would still be in charge, even with you on top.

 That’s why her hands find their way naturally to your head, trying to press it down into her cunt. But you are quick to grab her hands and push them away.

„Not today, i’m in charge don’t forget it“ you lecture her seriously which makes her just nod, being inexplicably turned on by your dominant side. „Good girl“ you murmur, before diving in again.

After sucking a bit harder on her clit your fingers make their way to leahs entrance, coating them with her wet juices.

„Suck“ you demand and hold them to leahs mouth who immediately obeys. You let out a moan of your own due to the sight of leah sucking your fingers off.  

„Good girl“ you say before pulling your hand down while resuming to suckn and lick on leahs clit. First you slide your fingers during her folds again, trying to ease her into it. „Are you ready?“ you asks, not wanting to overwhelm leah by just pushing in.

„Yes, please y/n“ she groans which makes you smirk against her clit. „Good girl“ you murmuer once more before plunging your finger deep inside her.

After letting her adjust for a few seconds you start moving, with her being completely soaked you soon start to introduce a second finger. Still licking at her clit you look up and see the most gorgeous sight.

Leahs mouth is open just a bit, moans leaving her lips whenever you’d hit a sensitive spot. Her eyes were closed, enjyoing the please but you want to look her in the eyes when she cums.

„Baby open your eyes and look at me“ you order and leah opens then, moaning even louder because of your demanding tone.

As soon as your eyes meet hers you go harder, continuing to suck and lick her clit again. „Baby i…please let me cum“ leah begs which makes you moan right into her pussy.

„Cum for me lee“ you order before continuing your movements until finally she crashes over the edge. Legs tightening around your fingers and head, you help her ride out the orgasm.

After she comes down from her high you gently pull out, and leave a few soft kisses on her thigh, stomach and neck before finally reaching her lips.

„Fuck“ she sighs against your lips, still not able tot hink straight. „I love you“ you murmur, before kissing her gently.

Leah mumbles back an i love you, exhausted from her orgasm she cuddles into you.

The room felt different now, quieter in a way that you weren’t used to. The intensity of the moment still lingered in the air, but it had softened, settled into something warm and peaceful.

Leah was laying on her back, body still humming with the aftereffects of the vulnerability she‘d just allowed herself to experience.

She felt a strange sense of calm, as if a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying had been gently lifted.

Beside leah, you shifted, rolling onto your side to face her. Your eyes were soft now, the playful spark from earlier replaced with something gentler, more affectionate.

You reached out, your fingers brushing her arm, tracing the lines of muscle there, as if you were grounding yourself in the reality of your connection.

She turned her head to meet your gaze, her lips curving into a tired but contented smile. "That was..." she began, her voice trailing off, unsure of how to put it into words. The feeling was still so new, so raw.

"Intense?" You offered the word with a small, knowing smile. "Yeah. I could tell you weren’t expecting it to feel so... different."

She nodded at your words, her chest rising and falling with each breath, still processing what had just happened.

"It’s not that I didn’t want it," she said quietly. "It’s just... hard to let go sometimes. I’m so used to being in charge." You reached out, your fingers gently brushing her cheek. "I know," you said softly, your thumb brushing over her skin in a comforting, rhythmic motion.

"And I don’t want to take away your strength. But here, with me... you don’t always have to carry that burden. You can be soft, too."

Her breath caught at the tenderness in your voice. It was something she hadn’t realized she needed—permission to not always be the leader, the guide, the strong one.

She had spent so many years holding everything together, being the one others leaned on, but here, in this moment, she could let herself fall

"I feel like I can breathe," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. You smiled warmly, your eyes soft with affection. "Good," you murmured, your fingers tracing small circles on her skin. "That’s exactly how it should feel."

You lay there in silence for a few moments, the world outside fading into the background as you allowed yourselves this quiet intimacy.

There was no need for words, no need for anything but the simple, steady rhythm of your breaths as you nestled together.

You felt her arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, and you let yourself be held, melting into the warmth of her embrace.

It was a strange sensation for leah, not needing to fight for control, not needing to keep up the walls she had built over the years. You could feel her heart beating slower now, calmer, in sync with yours.

"Thank you," she whispered, the words coming out almost instinctively. "For being patient with me." Your smile was soft, your lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle kiss.

"You don’t need to thank me," you said quietly. "This... us, it’s about trust. And I trust you." She smiled, her hand resting gently on your chest. "I trust you too." You lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the quiet of the night enveloping you.

In this space, she wasn’t the coach. She wasn’t the leader. She was just herself, and for the first time in a long time, she realized that was more than enough. And in that stillness, she found something she hadn’t realized she needed: peace.

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[mommyownsmee]

There’s something intoxicating about hearing you fall apart just from the sound of my voice.

I don’t need to see you. I don’t need to touch you. I just need to hear you—the way your breath catches when I whisper something filthy, the way your voice trembles when you moan my name, the way you sound so perfectly wrecked as you chase pleasure that I won’t let you have.

This isn’t just about sex. This is about control.

I can tell when you‘re close. Your breath becomes shallower, faster, your little moans turning into desperate whimpers as your fingers move faster, body tensing, so fucking close to breaking. I can hear the way your voice stutters when you try to ask for it—try to ask me for permission to come.

But I don’t give it.

I want to hear you beg.

I want to hear you plead for your goddess, voice shaking, fingers trembling, so desperate you‘re on the edge of tears. I want to pull you to the very edge, make you hold it, make you suffer for me, make you understand that your pleasure belongs to me.

Because this isn’t just about making you come.

This is about reminding you who you belong to.

I want you to remember that you came for me.

And you‘ll be aching for more.

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

Watch Me | JHS (ft. MYG)

*Pairing: boyfriend's best friend!Hoseok x f!Reader (ft. sub!boyfriend!Yoongi)

*Word Count: 2.3k

*Genre: pwp pwp pwp! "watch me while he fucks me," non-idol au, explicit smut

*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. this one has a very targeted audience, if you ain't into cuck fetish, maybe keep scrolling. degradation, humiliation, tiny mentions of oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex, use of the names 'whore,' 'princess,' 'baby,' 'doll' directed at reader, use of 'good boy' directed at yoongi, hoseok is so mean y'all, yoongi's into watching (sorry not sorry), unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts!), oral (m receiving), diamond necklace y'all, cum eating (m x m), praise kink, face slapping, a bunch more disgusting shit...

*Summary: Yoongi has always loved sharing you with his best friend. One night, he asks for something different-- to watch, just watch. And you deliver.

*A/N: first, i'll start with-- ANON, where you at?!?! anyway... omfg i'm so sorry y'all! this is so fucking bad... hoseok has me turned into a feral animal who needs to be euthanized. stay hydrated, and please don't read if you're easily offended or not into this particular fetish. anyway, that's it... enjoy! 😵‍💫

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Maybe one day, Yoongi will get used to the sight of you under another man. But today is not that day.

“Fuck, princess. You look so good sucking his fingers in like that,” Yoongi groans.

You’re splayed out on your bed, Yoongi resting next to you, with Hoseok over you. Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this position, but it’s the first time you’ve been in this position for this reason. Hoseok is a regular participant in your and Yoongi’s sex life - he has been for quite some time now. Ever since Yoongi mentioned the idea of one of his friends joining you, and you did it for the first time, you couldn’t get enough. Two men, both absolutely gorgeous, worshipping you, devouring you. Yeah… it was good. But this time, you’re in this position for a different reason.

You’re in this position for Yoongi to watch.

“Fuck… please, Hoseok,” you moan out, encouraging Hoseok to fuck you, finally. He’s spent the last whoever knows how long teasing, playing with you, reducing you into a whimpering mess underneath him. He smirks, bringing his tongue once again to your pussy, watching your body jerk below him. He places light kisses on your clit, licking teasingly, chuckling as he does. His index and middle finger crook just right inside you, bringing you so close to coming that you feel like you might explode. Your legs shake, your hips rock against his mouth, desperate for him to keep going. He stops, pulls away. He gets on his knees in front of you, jerks his cock a few times while devouring your naked form with hungry eyes. Hoseok spreads your legs wider, baring your pussy so Yoongi can see just how good you‘ll look with his cock pumping in and out of you.

Yoongi brushes your hair out of your face, pressing kisses to your temple. “That’s it.. you can take all of him, can’t you?”

You look up at him, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, I can.”  You trail your fingers over his cheek quickly, letting him know you’re still there with him. Then you bring your full attention back to Hoseok. He’s eager, ready.

Hoseok positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock on your pussy, to tease. Because that’s what he does. He teases, he degrades, he humiliates, until you can’t take it anymore.

“Such a mess for me, hmm? You’re gonna be my good little whore, while he watches, huh?” He says with a smirk.

Yoongi groans again, lets out a tortured, “fuck…”

You whimper, at both the sensations Hoseok is sending through your entire body, and the guttural noises coming from Yoongi next to you.

“Please..,” you plead. 

Hoseok snickers, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“Mmm. I just… I just don’t think you want it bad enough yet. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

You beg. “Hoseok, please.. I need you inside me, so fucking bad.”

You reach down, circling your clit with your fingers, craving any touch you can get. Hoseok yanks your hand away, holding onto it with such strength you can’t even move, even though you try.

“Yoongi, you’re gonna have to teach your girl some manners. Dumb whore can’t even be patient enough to wait to get what she wants.”

Yoongi shifts, sitting up to face you. “Baby.. you need to… fuck, you gotta relax.” His expression is almost pained, face flushed with desire.

“Hold her hands down,” Hoseok directs him. You stare, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at Hoseok. 

“Hoseok…,” you whimper.

“Shhh. Trust me, you’ll get what you need. But only if you learn how to fucking behave,” Hoseok responds menacingly.

You whimper again, needing him so badly you can’t think straight. He runs his fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick, as Yoongi gently grabs your hands to hold them in place above your head, pinning them to the mattress. When Hoseok is satisfied that you’re properly restrained, he shoves his coated fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself, effectively silencing you.

“There. Now I don’t have to listen to your pathetic little noises anymore,” he says with another smirk.

With his dominant hand, he rubs the head of his cock over your entrance again. He slides into you, only an inch or two, watching as your eyes roll back.

He scoffs. “You really think you deserve my cock? Look at you. My pathetic, dumb little whore.”

You nod, silently begging him with your eyes. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheeks to make sure you still don’t make a sound.

“Now, what am I gonna do with you, hmm?” He lets go of your face, expecting an answer.

“Please, Hoseok. Please fuck me. I need it,” you beg, squirming underneath him.

Hoseok pushes further into you, still only halfway. He holds down both of your thighs, ensuring you can’t move, bracing himself.

“Fuck, Yoongi.. you like watching him, your best friend, give me more than you ever could?” you ask, tilting your head to the side to look at him.

Yoongi curses, a string of expletives tumbling out of his mouth. “Shit.. baby, you’re.. fuck, look at you. You look so fucking sexy like this.” He’s suffering, visibly sweating, as he keenly watches as Hoseok slides every. single. goddamn. inch. into you.

You let out a strangled moan, feeling so full of him, the stretch burning but so fucking good.

Hoseok stays like that, buried to the hilt in your cunt. He’s an absolute menace, a demon, when he’s fucking you, but he at least has the decency to make sure you’re fully prepped before he destroys you.

“Move, please,” you beg, staring at him with pleading eyes. 

“You think you’re ready?” Hoseok asks you, smirking, but a hint of care still in his voice.

You nod, absolutely desperate to feel him, all of him, dragging along your walls.

“Yoongi, don’t stop watching.. your eyes better stay on my cock, stretching your girl’s tight little pussy more than you ever have,” Hoseok says with a snarling laugh.

Yoongi chokes on yet another moan. You can tell he’s so fucking miserable, but so desperate, to see more.

Without warning, Hoseok pounds into you. He’s manic, relentless. You cry out, but all you can do is just take it. Yoongi’s hands slip from yours, no longer pinning them down, as he grips the sheets below him, stopping himself from doing what he wants most. He wants to touch himself, to make himself come, as he watches you with Hoseok. But he doesn’t, he can’t, because he knows he’s not allowed to.

Hoseok stops himself. As much as he already wants to paint your walls with his seed, he wants more. He wants to show you, to show Yoongi, that he’s so much better.

“Get up,” he orders you, grabbing your arms. You sit up, and he all but throws you onto your stomach, pulling your waist up. He uses one hand to shove your face into the pillow below you, the other to guide himself back into you. This time, he doesn’t brace himself. The sound of his pelvis smacking into your ass leaves you absolutely feral.

“Hoseok..,” you moan, his name falling from your lips again and again as he continues to pump in and out of you.

You turn your head on the pillow to face Yoongi, to watch him as he watches you. Your eyes meet his, and you smirk.

“Is this how you wanted to see me? Face down on the mattress, screaming for him?” You ask, using the most flirtatious tone you can muster up in that moment.

Yoongi groans again, and you swear you almost hear him choke back a sob. “Fuck.. yes, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so well, so fucking hot.”

Hoseok’s grip on your waist tightens, steadying himself as he continues his assault on your pussy. His movements stutter, and he knows he has to slow down.

“You feel so fucking good, so good for me, only me,” Hoseok moans, and you whine at his words.

As he pulls out of you, you’re breathless, almost dizzy. But you know what you want to do, no, need, to do.

You turn over and sit up, reaching to tangle your hand in the hair at the base of Yoongi’s neck. He closes his eyes, head thrown back in pure ecstasy at the feeling.

“You’re gonna watch me ride him, then he’s gonna fuck my mouth, which we both know you can never do correctly. And then.. you’re gonna watch as he comes, all over my face. Understand?” you ask him, staring at him with lust-blown pupils.

Yoongi whimpers. He legitimately whimpers at your demands, and all he can do is nod eagerly in response.

Hoseok has already thrown himself onto his back, pumping his hard, leaking cock as he listens to your exchange. You let go of Yoongi’s hair and turn back to Hoseok, throwing one leg over his waist to straddle him.

“Sit on my cock, just like the whore you’ve always been,” Hoseok smirks.

You guide Hoseok’s cock back into your pussy, and sit all the way down. The feeling of him inside you at this angle is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You reach up to grab your breasts, putting on a show for both men in the room, as you start to bounce on him.

Hoseok’s hands reach to grab your ass, helping guide your movements. Your moans come out louder, needier, more desperate than ever. One of his hands moves to your pussy, playing with your clit exactly the way you like. You’re whining, keening, for him to make you come.

“Please, Hoseok. Please…,” you choke out.

“Awh. Is my little whore gonna come already? So pathetic…,” Hoseok chuckles.

“Yes, yeah.. please let me,” you whimper.

“She never begs you like this, huh?” Hoseok offhandedly says to Yoongi. You hear yet another moan tumble from Yoongi’s mouth, and it urges you on.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna—,” you mutter, and Hoseok moves his fingers faster, wanting so badly to push you over the edge.

You come, cries falling from your lips, pussy clenching on Hoseok’s cock. The feeling of your walls tightening over and over on his dick has Hoseok almost there himself, but there’s one last thing he needs to do before he can let go himself.

As you come down from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt, Hoseok squeezes your thighs, letting you ride out the fireworks erupting inside you. He pushes you off of him, and you comply, flopping onto the mattress next to him, in between him and Yoongi. You steal a glance at Yoongi, who’s very obviously uncomfortably hard. He’s biting his lip, breaths coming out in short gasps.

Hoseok slaps your cheek lightly, enough to get your attention.

“Eyes on me, doll. Don’t worry about him. Open that pretty little mouth.”

You sit up a bit, positioning yourself properly. You lick your lips as you open your mouth for him. He clambers over to your waiting mouth, tracing your lips with his cockhead, smearing precum everywhere.

You follow his movements with your tongue, licking it all off your lips and his head. He grabs the back of your head, and shoves his cock into your mouth. You gag, at first, adjusting to his length hitting the back of your throat. But he doesn’t let up, he just waits, patiently. You breathe through your nose, relaxing your throat muscles.

“You good?” he checks on you, and with a squeeze to his hip as an answer, he moves. You’re immediately hit with a barrage of sensation as he begins to fuck your mouth, slowly at first. You run your tongue along his cock as he moves, sucking and licking to meet his thrusts. He speeds up, pushing further into your throat, and you match his speed. You grip both sides of his waist, eyes watering, but desperate to make him come.

You hold his waist steady as you bob your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowing, jaw on fire. But you don’t give up, you don’t quit. Hoseok’s groans eventually turn to whimpers, and you can tell he’s close.

You swirl your tongue around his shaft, licking the head teasingly, each time getting a taste of his precum.

“Shit…,” Hoseok stutters, pulling out of your mouth just in time to coat your pretty swollen lips, your neck and collarbones, with his cum. He’s gasping, breathless, as you lean forward to kitten-lick the head of his cock, sending him into sensory overload. You don’t stop until he’s a shaking, needy mess in front of you, barely able to keep himself steady.

“Oh my fucking god… princess.. fuck. Look at you. Covered in his cum.. fuck,” Yoongi groans from beside you.

Hoseok collapses on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes as he recovers. And you decide to do one, last, disgusting, humiliating thing to end this night.

“Yoongi, baby…?” you say teasingly.

Yoongi pants, looking at you, ready to do whatever you ask.

“You wanna be a good boy for me, right?”

Yoongi nods. His eyes are dark with lust, staring at you, so utterly fucked-out, so lovingly.

“Lick it off me,” you order, eyeing him with a look that says you dare him not to.

So he does. All of it. His tongue traces the white lines of Hoseok’s cum on your collarbones, then follows them up your neck, and finally, lands on your lips. He kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip to completely free you of the sticky mess that Hoseok, his best friend, left everywhere. You kiss him back, holding the back of his neck.

Hoseok watches the exchange between the two of you, eyes wide in disbelief, pupils still blown out from lust.

As you pull back from Yoongi’s kiss, Yoongi looks down at you, face unreadable.

“Fuck,” he groans out, eyes closing, and you know then that you’ve done exactly what he wanted all along.

[aur0ral1ghts]

MATTHEO REQUEST

Hi! I‘m a sucker for soulmate trope’s and Mattheo soooo I wanted to ask if you could write a oneshot?

Pls could you make them strangers and not enemies and last thing can reader be in a different house please🙏🏻

Regardless if you‘ll do it or not, Thank youuuu!

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ᴀ/ɴ; ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ...

When I first saw her, I knew she was made for me, I didn't even know her name. I only knew she was a Hufflepuff because of her yellow robes. I was in the forbidden forest, trying to clear my head after a stressful day at Hogwarts. I watched her from a distance behind an oak tree. She was helping an injured Acromantula, petting its head as she whispered a healing spell. The first time I ever saw an Acromantula was in the first year, I had just snuck out of the castle, trying to avoid flinch as I made my way to the forest, I knew I wasn't allowed but I went anyways, unsure of the hidden dangers that lurk within the forest. I was around 50 feet deep in the forest, just exploring, fidgetting with my wand even though I barely knew any good spells yet. That's when I heard a clicking sound, I turned around and saw a giant spider it's big giant black, lifeless eyes piercing into my soul. It's fuzzy legs making it's way closer to me. I screamed as I ran, running towards the castle with my little legs. Up until my 3rd year, I never went back to the forest until I had a huge fight with my best friend Theo, I can't even remember what caused the fight.

I coutine to watch her lips quirk up into a smile as the Acromantula waddles off. Gosh, her smile is perfect. I don't know what I'm doing, thirsting over some beautiful girl I've never even seen!?

In my life, I've never had a crush before. Sure, I've hooked up with pretty much half of the schools female population, but i didn't feel anything special with any of them. The next day, they would come back begging for me, but I would just shut the door on that. I craved real sex with something I loved and actually had feelings for, but once my father told me that love is weak and that love makes you vulnerable. So I just voluntily gave up on love, and anything to do with it.

Until I laid eyes on her.

The most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on.

I mean the way her hair effortlessly flows over her shoulder, the way her face lights up when she smiles, the way she is so caring to animals.

I coutine to watch her as I accidentally step on a twig, resulting in a loud cracking sound. She turns head, standing up, pointing her wand in front of her. I mumble a quick swear as I dash behind that tree. Thankfully, the trunk was big enough to cover my whole body. "Hello?" She speaks. Her voice is beautiful. Her voice is very light and careful. I make a bold move and step out from behind the tree, my hands dug in my pocket. "Hi." I mumble. "Hi?" She questions, still positioning her wand at me. "I'm sorry for scaring you." I say, looking up at her, her eyes looking at me, I get lost in her eyes for a quick second, almost hypnotized by them. "Uh, it's fine. What are you doing here?" She says, lowering her wand. "I come here on occasion, just to clear my mind." I say, leaning against the tree. "Oh, me too. I come here around once a month." She states, placing her wand in her robe pocket. "So, uh..what's your name?" I can't believe it. I just stuttered. In front of this mystery girl.

"It's Y/n, Y/n L/n, what about you?" She asks, tying her hair into a quick ponytail. "Mattheo, Mattheo Riddle." I say quickly. Hopefully, I don't scare her away. My last name usually has that effect on people. Her lips part. Oh shit. "Mattheo.. Riddle." She repeats, her name sounds good coming out of her mouth. I wait a few long seconds before she smiles. "Cool." She says. I'm honestly shocked. Most hufflepuffs are scared of me. Maybe she's different from the rest. "Im going to go now, it's getting late, hopefully I'll see you soon, L/n." I smile, giving her a nod before walking off. "Yeah..s-see you soon." She says, her breath hitching. "Bye." She murmurs.

And that's when I knew she was meant to be mine. And I was meant to be hers.

-

I enter the forest after completing a homework assignment, and I usually come to the forest for fun. I know i wasn't supposed to be here, but hey! You only live once. Life is meant for taking risks. I hum to myself, then I see an injured Acromantula on the ground, its leg tangled within a vine of some sort, a thorn piercing into his leg. I get out my wand as I cast a spell to destroy the vine, turning it to ash. The spider comes free as I whisper a healing spell to help with its cut. I pet the Acromantulas head as it leaves. Then I heard a twig snap, I instantly stood up, holding my wand in defense in case it was a threat. I wait for a moment, my heart practically beating out of my chest. "Hello..?" I question, my voice echoing. I wait a few fair seconds before someone comes out from behind a tree. I recognize the boy. He's in Slytherin, I believe. He's one of the popular boys, I've never actually talked to him before. But wow, he's really handsome. I'm usually not one to thirst over anyone, but wow, this boy is gorgeous. I observe his face, I see a bunch of scars on his face, and a fresh one lays on his nose bridge. Hopefully, he's not one of those boys who gets into fights often. His curls sit over his face perfectly.

"Hi." He mutters, his hands in his pocket. "Hi..?" I answer back, still pointing my wand at him. "I'm sorry for scaring you." He says, his voice is low and deep, but still warm in a way. "Uh, it's fine..what are you doing here?" I say, lowering my wand slightly, but it's still pointing at him in case he makes a sudden move. "I come here on occasion, just to clear my mind." He responds. We have a lot in common already. "Oh, me too, I come here around once a month." I exclaim, placing my wand in my robes pocket. "So, uh, what's your name?" He asks me. I introduce myself, i grab a hair tie from my wrist, and I tie my hair into a ponytail.

He clears his throat. "Mattheo, Mattheo Riddle." I want to gasp, but I don't because that's rude. Instead, I raise my eyebrows. I always knew Voldemorts' son went to Hogwarts, but I never really paid attention to that. I remember his friend group, I knew one of the boys in the popular Slytherin friend group was Mattheo Riddle, but I never figured out who. I didn't have the guts to go talk to them to figure it out. My friends talked about him a few times, constantly ranting about how hot and mysterious he is. I often found myself yawning at their conversations about him. But now, now I see the appeal about him. He's truly breathtaking. "Mattheo.. Riddle." I repeat his name. "Cool." I say, pouting my lips into a smile. There's an awkward slience for a few minutes before he clears his throat. "Im going to go now. It's getting late, hopefully I'll see you soon, L/n." He smiles before walking off. "Y-yea, see you soon." I try to smile back. Oh gosh, i stuttered in front of him, I wish I could just climb in a hole and stay in it. "Bye." I mutter but he already left.

When I got back to my dorm, I found myself unable to sleep, I was constantly tossing and turning in my bed, which is werid because I usually found myself being able to sleep with ease. Mattheo had flooded my mind. He's been the main thing I've been thinking about. I keel replaying the moment in the forest over and over again. My heart beating everytime I think of him.

I've only had one other crush in my life, that being Cedric Diggory. That crush was short-lived when I found out he liked Cho Chang. They he was later found dead at the Triwizard tournament. I held in my emotions since I hadn't told anyone about my crush on him, I waited until we were dismissed to our dorms. That's when I cried.

I let out a tired sigh as I turned to the other side in my bed, bringing my blanket close to me, snuggling up. After what feels like forever, I drift off to sleep.

-

I lay in bed, completely dumbstruck, holding a cigarette to my lip, blowing out the smoke, holding my journal against my chest. I don't write in my journal that often, only if I'm feeling either mad or stressed. I take another drag from my cigarette before putting it in my ashtray on my bedside table. I take my pen and mark the date before starting my entry.

It's me again, I'm completely dumbstruck. I was going to the forest to go on a walk, then that's when I saw her. The most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Like how is it even possible to look that good!? And guess what, I found myself stuttering in front of her. It's bloody insane how she has that effect on me even though we just met. It's like she melted my icy exterior. I feel like I've always known her. Like she was meant to be mine. Hopefully, I'll be able to see her again...

Usually, I don't go to the great hall at breakfast. It wasn't worth the constant stares and whispers. But tomorrow, I would push myself to go, just to see her. I close my journal and throw it somewhere on the ground before covering myself with my blanket before dosing off.

When I woke up the next morning, my heart felt heavy. The first thought on my mind was her, and how badly I wanted to see her. I decided to try my best to boost my appearance since I still have time before breakfast, I decided to take a short shower, making sure to use extra body wash and conditioner. Once I got out of the shower, I sprayed on my favorite colange.

-

I woke up with a giant yawn, stretching my arms above my head. I blink into reality, realizing I have to get ready for school. But before I go to my bathroom, I need to water my plants. I look outside my window and smile to the sunrise. I've always preferred the sunrise over the sunset. The sunrise indicated a new day; a new start from the previous day, I've always appreciated that. I walk to my bathroom, I take in my appearance in the mirror, yesh, I have bad bed head. My hair was extremely tangly. After I brush my hair and tie my hair into a half up - half down hairdo. I do my usual routine of spraying my vanilla bodymist, washing my face, brushing my teeth, putting on some light makeup. I put on some blush, dabbing it onto my cheek, and some mascara. I smile at my slightly more acceptable appearance.

My mind focuses on Mattheo. My heart begins to race as my stomach floods with butterflies flying around. I brace myself and begin to walk to the great hall. On my way I go to my friends dorm so we can walk together.

"Hi, Y/n!" She smiles warmly. "Hi!" I say back as we begin to walk to the great hall together. "Your hair looks pretty today." She compliments, tossing my hair in her hand. "Thank you." I giggle, "Your hair looks cute as well." I answer. She's wearing two braids, her usual hairstyle. "Eh, it's nothing special." She shurgs as we enter the great hall. The smell of fresh foods flooded my senses, entering my nostrils. I breathe in deeply as I see Mattheo sitting down, laughing with his friends.. What could he be laughing about? It think to myself as we sit down at our usual spots at the table, being greeted with friendly waves and smiles. "Hi guys." I mutter, sitting down, looking down at all the food on the table. I furry my eyebrows as I scan the table. That's when my eyes stopped on the French toast. I grab a slice as I plop it on my plate. I also grab an orange. I look up across from me to see Mattheo talking with his Slytherin friends. My lips part as I coutine to stare. Gosh, he was beautiful. The way the morning sunlight highlighted his face!? The way the curls fell perfectly onto his face!? The way he smi-

"Y/n!" I close my mouth as I snap my head to my friends. "What are you doing!?" She asks. "Oh, uh, nothing." I lie. "You're staring at something...or someone." She states, raising her eyebrows. "No, I'm not!" I protest, nudging her. As she's distracted with another conversation, I look back at Mattheo, who's already staring at me, drinking out of his mug slowly. I notice his fingers have rings on them. Gosh, that was hot. I looked back at my plate, so it wasn't obvious I was trying to peek at him. But my eyes disobey me as I sneak a peek at him, my eyes widen as he suddens looks at me back, The water from his mug dripping down his chin, he still maintains eye contact with me. After a second, he realizes his cheeks turn red as he looks down, wiping his chin.

-

My eyes land on Y/n as she enters the hall with her friend. Her hair looks gorgeous. It's almost like the room got brighter as she walked in. I take in a deep, shakey breath as she sits down, her hair flowing effortlessly. I don't like to stare, but I can't help it. She's perfect.

She's like a statue - a painting.

Thedore nudges me. "Why are you staring at the Hufflepuff table?" He laughs. "Shut up. No, i wasn't." I lie, scoffing, as my eyes instantly go back to her. She's laughing with her friends. What was she laughing about?

I coutine to look at him, then her eyes suddenly meet mine. Before I know what I'm doing, I feel water spilling onto my lap. I snap out of my trance and realize that I spilled water all over myself. I swear to myself as I try to wipe as much water as i can.

"Yo, mate, are you alright!?" Blaise questions. "Yeah..fine..I'm fine." I reply. "Somethings up." Theo says, as my best friend, I guess it's his job to check up on me. "I kinda.. like..have a crush.." I admit, squeezing my eyes shut. "What!? Who!?" Draco buds in. "Shutupdraco!" Theodore chuckles. "Uh, her name is Y/n. I doubt you guys know her." Dracos eyes widen. "I was paired up with her once. She's pretty nice, I suppose." Draco shurgs, taking a bite of his toast. "Wait, don't tell me you came here just to see her!" Blaise gasps. I nod slowly. "Yeah.. I woke up extra early, and I took a shower and everything." Thedore giggles. "You must be really in love then." He mumbles. "I guess.. Yeah." I say, peeking at her again. To my surprise, she's around looking at me. She's talking to her friend.

Oh gosh.

She's probably laughing at me.

"I should probably go now.." I pause. "Seeyouguyslater!" I say, standing up pretty much running out of the great hall.

-

I see Mattheo run out of the great hall, I wonder what's wrong..? After we eat, we both start walking towards our dorm to collect our books for our next classes. Luckily, our dorm is so close to the kitchen. Whenever I'm hungry, i usually sneak into the kitchen, then elves really like me. They give me free pastry's all the time.

As we're walking to our next lesson in the crowded corridors, I see Mattheo. My eyes make their way to him as he walks. He holds his books tightly. He then looks over at me. I freeze, just standing there, my friend unknowingly walking away. Mattheo.. he also..freezes? He's on the opposite side of the hallway. Kids rush to their next classes, and I stand on my tipy toes to maintain eye contact with him as the flood of kids walk by, chattering. It was like no one was watching us. It was just us in our own little world. Then, one of his friends came up to him, shaking his shoulder.

"Yo, Mattheo, what are you doing!?" He says the rest of their conversation is inaudible, as the crowd dies down, I begin to speed walk to my next class, still confused about what just happened.

-

After all my classes, I headed back to my dorm, sighing, my heart feeling quite heavy. The hallway interaction with Y/n was all i could think about, i mean, it was just us staring at each other! We have an undeniable tension between us.

At 11 p.m., I lay in bed. My mind was still thinking about her. And only her. I was completely and utterly in love with her. Even though we just met, i was obsessed with her. And i wanted her so bad - no. I needed her.

I tossed again in bed, slamming my head into my pillow. You know what, screw this. I think I got up, grabbed a pack of half used cigarettes, and my Walkman. I make my way up to the astronomy tower, like the forest, i usually come up here when I'm either bored, can't sleep, or if I'm stressed. I make my ways up the tall stairs, placing the headphones onto my head. I walk over to the railing, leaning against it, watching the night sky, the stars shining bright. My eyes make their ways down to the forest, I smile at the memory of yesterday night, the way her eyes light up when she saw the spider crawl again, healed.

My lips curl into a soft smile as I chuckle to myself at the thought. I took a deep breath as I pictured her in my mind. Her perfect face, her smile.

I imagine us in a relationship, I've never been in a relationship or never longed for one, but she makes me crave one. I want to touch her, feel her, suck in every detail of her. I want to know her interests, her life, every single thing.

I then hear footsteps making their way up the stairs, i turn around, removing my headphones, allowing them to rest behind my neck.

That's when i see her.

Y/n.

"Uh, Y/n." I smile awkwardly. She looks up, she's in her pajamas, a white tank top, and soft pink pajamas pants, her hair tied into a lazy hairdo. Her eyes widen as they land on mine. "Oh, hi, sorry I didn't expect anyone to be here." She mutters, stepping back, fidgeting. "Oh, no, it's alright, you can stay." I smile warmly, she smiles back, her smile is bright. "Thank you, Mattheo." She says, walking towards the railing. I'm also in my pajamas, a gray tight shirt, and blue pajamas pants. She looks down at the night sky, her lips parting as her eyes widen with a sparkle. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I say, placing the cigarette box deeper in my pocket, I could tell by the way her nose scrunched up at the smell of the smoke.

"What are you doing up here?" I say. "Can't sleep." She responds. "Same here." I sigh, knowing I couldn't sleep because of her.

"Hey, uh, not too offend you, but what was that at breakfast?" She giggles. "Oh, shit.. that," I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. "I was too busy staring at you to realize that the cup was missing ny mouth completely." I mutter. "At me?" She says, eyes gleaming with confusion. "Uh, yeah..I'm sorry I wa-" Her voice suddenly cuts me off. "Don't apologize!" She smiles "It was cute." She admits.

Did..did she just call me..cute!? My face turns into a deep crimson red as i laugh the awkwardness off. "Thank you, I guess." I pout. She giggles again, her laugh is so cute.

"Don't be too embarrassed, I was staring at you too." She says fast. Her cheeks also turned red. "You were?" I question, I knew she was staring, but I thought she was just staring back because I was staring at her.

"Hey, I'm hungry, wanna go to the kitchen?" She asks. "Kitchen?" I reply. "Yeah, the Kitchen." She says, shooting her hands up into a shurg. "Uh, sure! Why not." I chuckle. "Great, c'mon!" She says, grabbing my hand lightly. I feel my heart beating out of my chest. I've never been to the kitchen before, nor heard of it before.

As we arrive in the kitchen, a giant painting of a fruit lays in front of a door. She tickles the pear, and the door suddenly opens. "Shit, that's loud." She mumbles, her hand still on mine. "Let's be quick." She states as I nod, we enter the kitchen to be greeted with a bunch of elves. "Hi, you guys!" She greets. "Miss Y/n!" The elves squeal.

"The usual please, and double it." She smiles, patting an elves' head. A minute later, the elves come back with a plate of delicious smelling goods, two cream filled pastries, and two donuts. "Thank you, this looks delicious.

"Wait, Miss Y/n, can you and the guy help us with a task!" The elf says, frowning. "Uh, of course, what is it?"

"Winky wants you to carry a bag of flour from the storage room. It is too heavy for us elves." She weeps. "Up for the challenge, Mattheo?" She asks. "Definitely." I smile as we run towards the storage room, grabbing a huge heavy bag of flour. "Three, two, one." I say, picking up the flour bag. "I understand why the elves couldn't do it." She groans. Then I felt my leg tug on something, "Oh shit!" I mumble, as i feel myself trip, spilling the bag all over the ground, and most importantly, ourselves. We both hit the ground with an oof, "You're all white!" She giggles. "You are too!" I giggle back, I stand up and help her up.

"Thanks." She says, brushing herself off.

She walks up to the elf and frowns. "Sorry, Winky, we weren't able to do it. Next time a professor comes here, tell them to help you, okay? We have to go to avoid trouble." She smiles. "It's alright, Miss Y/n! Winky will miss you!" The elf says in a high pitched tone.

"Okay, let's go now!" She says as I nod, grabbing her hand. We're both covered in flour. I look down to see Flinchs cat, Ms. Norris. Which means he's coming. "Y/n, look, Ms Norris." I mutter. "We have to go! Run!" She says, as I hear Flinchs recognizable footsteps. I grab her hand and dash to the nearest closet. When I found one, I quickly opened the door and shoved us both into it, holding her mouth closed as I listened with my ear.

"Is it safe?" She says, pulling her hand off me. "I think." I say. I reach to open the door, but her hand stops me, grabbing my wrist. "Wait, stay." She mumbles. I look up at her, she looks up at up her eyes gleaming with something I can't tell.

"Kiss me, Mattheo." She says, my eyes widen. "W-what!?" I reply. "Please." She murmurs. How can I say no to her? Plus, i wanted to, like I really wanted to.

I grab her flour corved face, we both lean in, i grab her waist as we kiss. The kiss is everything I've ever craved. It's sweet, gentle, and perfect. Usually, when I kiss girls, it's rough and per lust. I wanted my first real kiss to be just like this, with someone I genuinely liked.

She pulls back and looks at my face, her puppy dogs looking up at me. She takes her finger and rubs the remaining flour off my face. I do the same for her.

"Thank you, Mattheo." She smiles widely. "You're welcome." I chuckle back.

"I guess I'll.. see you tomorrow..?" She says, going in front of me, her hand grasping onto the door handle. I kiss her again. "Sure." I say as she leaves. The second she leaves, i spin, holding my heart. What just happend!?

-

A/n; ahhh!! Fluff!! This is so so so cute, I absolutely loved writing this and I love this trope! My requests are always open :)

PART 2..? ;)

[maitimosrighthand]

When you beat them in a fight

( COD )

Same goes here as always:

- Question at the end

- I do not speak Eng as my native language and do not correct me I hold 0 respect for the language

- feel free to send COD memes to my asking box: I will rate them

He had miscalculated many situations before. Not that he wanted to that is. No he was sure he never wanted it. He was always sure to know who he was going up against.

Yet for some reason it seemed that he missed something about you. You were merely a rookie who had started at this base and was for some reason in the group he was supposed to train today.

He had observed you when you trained with the others. You weren’t too strong. But little did he know that it was only because you didn’t want to hurt your teammates.

…

1. Alejandro Vargas 🌵

was confused to say the least

Wanted to go a bit easier on you and tried to grab your arm

When he was tackled to the ground he didn’t get why he was unable to get up

Didn’t want to admit defeat so he suddenly kicked you very very hard

Never actually apologized for anything

He did ask you for a rematch which he won

When you then quickly rose up to the top of your rookie class he challenged you again

~

He hurriedly took a step back. You were way too fast for him, he had realized. He was unable to form a proper plan before you swept him of his feet and pinned him down. When he laid on the ground he could only stare up in shock. A rookie? Beating him? He had tried to move you but you wouldn’t even budge a centimeter. He had heard Rodolfo just laughing in the background, as you saw him getting money put into his hand by a general. Did he just bet against me?!

He respected you more after that and just maybe for some reason you had training with him more often after that. At least 3x a week until you had private lessons with him.

2. Rodolfo Para 🦭

Was just put there to help you because Alejandro thought you were too weak to go onto the mission in a week

Thought you were simply mentally not ready and had a talk with you before the training

When he was getting ready to receive your blow he did not expect it to be so hard

He had not shielded himself properly and was now there with a bleeding nose

You had apologized but he was just so impressed by you

Will show you off to Ale 🌵

~

He had, ever since you‘ve beaten him, bet every time on your win. He had even sweet talked you into getting into those fighting bets that were pretty often among rookies. „Why are you betting on him“ Alejandro had asked him. „You‘ll see.“ Is all he would answer him. Before once again wining the 30th bet in a row with you.

He is not sharing any off it.

3. Simon Riley ( Ghost ) 💀

Took over Soap‘s rookie training because he overslept

Beat up everyone

But you where a hard nut to crack

Your fight took almost half an hour

Was surprised to see you not getting tired from fighting for so long

Was most likely distracted by the fact that you managed to lay serveral punches

~

It was certainly not normal for a fight to take that long. When Ghost finally decided he was getting tired of it he had wanted the fight to end. It took him way too long to realize that you were also in for the end. Your last punch hit him like a truck in the face causing his nose to actually bleed. Not that you could see it. After that he proceeded to be harsh with you, always making you do more than the others. „Come on solider. You can do more.“ he had said while pressing his foot down harder on your back. Well if you could beat him … might as well do 100 pushups with some weight no. That ways maybe just his way of showing you his respect. Ever since you had one more dessert. Strange. Is that his way of saying sorry?

4. John McTavish ( Soap ) 🧼

Was not too good of a fighter anyways

Tried to simply mock you

You took that personal not understanding the joke

Your ego was one thing

He wanted to show you how to punch someone properly bc you have been doing it half heartedly

When he then said you should prove you learned it in a fight

It was time for revenge

~

He barely had time to register what was happening before you landed the „you should learn this punch“ in his stomach. He did teach it to you. Soap had fallen to the ground after and hit it a couple of times. Eating before fighting is not good kids. And soap learned it first hand. He would keep his distance afterwards but ofc after one apology you both would spar from time to time. What really stressed you out through would be when he let you fight against the whole 141 Team. „Are you kidding me.“ „No, no, try it simon.“

5. Kyle Garrick ( Gaz ) 🦜

Price had wanted him to learn how to train some rookies

So he gave him you as an opportunity to learn

You now had private lessons

You got along fairly well

Little did he know that beside their training you also trained yourself

So when the time came he said you‘d spar

You were a bit underestimated

~

It should have been an easy win for Gaz. He may not be as strong as ghost. But he sure was fast. Yet when you grabbed him and he was unable to move at all, that was when he panicked. He may be well with stress but you came way too unexpected. It had taken him a few seconds to process and that was when you threw him to the ground.

Congratulations was all that followed. Gaz could not stop fawning over you after. Even going as far as to ask you for advice on his training. „Maybe we should train together.“ Yay. Training with your trainer. No stress at all.

6. Captain John Price 🪙

Only reason you may fight him: the others lost to you

He would hear it either from Soap or Gaz really

So when he had the chance he asked you to spar

Old man bones is what held you back at first

But after you lost the first match you were no longer scared of that

So you went ape shit

No more games

~

Price was harder. Years of training and experience made it impossible for you to beat him at anything. „I think he is losing.“ „Nooo I bet on him, go come on!“ Perhaps they had been wrong and you just got lucky. „Come one soldier. At least try.“ is what he said mockingly as a joke. What he did not expect was you tackling him to the ground after he gave you a hard punch. Did you not feel that?! Him falling to the ground was surprising. „Pay up Ghost.“

After that you were unable to flee from this man. Any chance he had he would ask you to joint his team.He was like a „ghost“ hunting you.

[rafesslxt]

⋆˚࿔ reading 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: mattheo finally get‘s to see what you‘re really reading

warnings: fluff, mention of smut in books, cursing, kinda dirty talk, little grinding against each other, reader making fun of mattheo at the end

words: 691

notes: love reading dark romance so that‘s where i got the inspo from 🫠 english is not my first language

Mattheo had always thought you were the smartest girl on the planet. Always studying, writing good notes even If you didn‘t.. your nose was always in a book with those dark mysterious covers.

When he asked you what they were about, you always answred something like oh just a silly romance or oh just some thriller stuff, with a blush on your cheeks which he had thought came from thinking he might find it corny that you read such things.

That‘s when your birthday was close and Mattheo wanted to buy you the biggest book boquet you had ever seen. He looked for someone who also lived in the muggle world like you and your family did to get you some of them. He just had to figure out what you were reading exactly and what you already had in your gigantic bookshelf.

So imagine his wide eyes and dropping jaw, when he opened one of your books and read right into it, landing on a page he almost wanted to get a priest for.

"Oh hey Matty, what are you – oh my god put them down!" you screamed at him in shock when you realised what he was doing. "Why the hell are you reading literal porn?" he gasped, taking his eyes away from the book, meeting yours.

"It‘s not porn! It‘s a romance, dark romance.", your corrected yourself. His eyes went back to the pages in front of him and he started to read something off of it. "His fingers toyed with my already dripping pussy –" "Mattheo!" you gasped and ran towards him, slapping a hand over his mouth so he couldn‘t continue reading.

Your boyfriend pushed up his eyesbrows, looking at you with a expression that was supposed to look like as If he had just proved a point. You took your hand away, his mouth opened instantly, "Wow here I am thinking my girlfriend is so smart for reading all of these books.." he gestured towards your full bookshelf, "and here she is just reading two people fucking over pages the whole damn time."

You rolled your eyes and walked towards your bed, dropping your bag down next to it and letting yourself fall onto your soft bedsheets. Mattheo continued to look through the pages, his face changing between shock, confusion and being surprised.

He put the book away and walked towards you, climbing on top of you. "Do you want to try some things from your books? Is it that why you read them? Because you want them too?" He smirked arrogant and just as you wanted to fire back a comment, he grabbed your wrists with one of his big hands, the other one on your hip and turned you onto your stomach with one swift motion.

He grabbed you unter your stomach and pushed your ass up, your back arching almost automatically. His hips grinding slowly and teasingly against your ass, slowly pushing your skirt up.

A gasp left your lips. "Mattheo!" "Be honest.. you just wanted someone to fuck you like they do in the books right? I always had thought that you were satisfied enough from all of the fucking we do."

You pushed your ass more against his scrotch, making him groan in a primal tone, feeling the heat rising in his stomach. "I am!"

He leaned down over your shoulder and whispered into your ear, voice dark and controlled. "I‘m gonna pick out one book per day now and you‘ll tell me what you wanna recreate from it. We‘re gonna do this until you need new books."

You bit your bottom lip and slowly nodded, knowing there was no use to tell him no. "So.. tell me what‘s first baby."

You had to tease him at least a little bit so you thought about the books you had and let out a quiet giggle before telling him. "They‘re fucking with his best friend.."

You looked over your shoulder and started laughing loudly when Mattheo looked at you as If you had three heads and were the devil itself. "Fuck no."

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[skipper1331]

you wish you were me // Leah Williamson

a/n: inspired by this iconic performance

Your friend group was out in the local bar, celebrating a birthday. Your mate had just turned 26 and in her eyes, every birthday was there to celebrate it, so that‘s what you did.

You had a lovely dinner at her favourite restaurant and were now down for some drinks.

So here you were in a bar between the smell of alcohol and sweat, playing a card game.

"Wanna spice things up?" your best friend asked with a mischief grin.

"Tell me" the birthday girl replied, very interested in what your bestie had to say.

"Don‘t even listen to her" you argued when the suggestion came that who ever would lose the next card game had to do karaoke, "and the winner is allowed to choose the song"

But there was no point in arguing because everyone was loving the idea.

-

"Oh come on" you huffed as you lost while the other girls cheered.

"This will be fun" your best friend laughed as she ordered some more shots. You surely would need them. You couldn’t go on stage as sober as you were right now.

Drowning the next two rounds of shots, you stood up, the winner whispering the choice of song in your ear, so it‘d be a surprise for everyone.

Thankfully, it wasn‘t an awfully long song nor even a proper song. It was 'You wish you were me' by Trish which she sang in the series 'Austin and Ally'

I can deal with that, you thought, I wont see most of these people after this anyway.

Walking towards the karaoke guy, your best friend talked to him, your nerves on a rise. So many eyes looked at you.

your friends cheered, "Go girl!!" enjoying themselves very much while you were about to run. You hated being the centre of attention.

Fuck it

"You‘ve got this" y/bsf/n said, handing you the microphone, walking back to where your friends sat.

Weirdly when the music started playing you felt relaxed, in that moment the motto “yolo” was all that mattered.

"I‘m so much better than youuu" confidence starting to rise, "I’m a ten, you‘re a two" signaling with your hands your words.

"I‘m a queen, you‘re a fool" you pointed a random person in the bar who was a blonde girl, her friends cheering and gasping loudly before they started laughing.

"I‘m a throne, you’re a stool" you walked and danced on the stage, not caring at all, "you‘ll never be this cool"

"No-Ooh"

"I sing to you on this stage"

"I‘m at the top of my game"

"I‘m a star and you‘re lame"

once again you pointed at the blonde girl.

You grabbed some coins out of your pocket, "I‘m cash and you‘re change" dropping them on the floor.

"You‘ll never have my fame" you sang

not knowing that the blonde woman was actually someone fame, someone who had captained her country to the European championship and winning the trophy.

"So-Ooh"

"You wish you were me"

"Got everything you need"

"Got no time for jealousy"

"I, I"

Slowly the song came to an end, "Yeah, you wish you were me" being the last sentence before you did a mic drop and hit a pose.

The whole bar started to cheer, happily amused by the performance.

Quickly though, you picked up the mic, embarrassed about the move, sincerely apologizing to karaoke guy before you hurried back to your friends.

"That was awesome!" the birthday girl yelled, "best birthday ever!" hugging you.

And just as that the night continued.

"You have an admirer" your best friend whispered, nodding her head in the direction of the blonde who you‘d pointed at the whole time.

"I think she‘s about to kill me" you brushed her off, taking a sip of your drink.

"No, look at her, she‘s been eyeing you all night. Go talk to her!"

"What? No. Do you want a drink? I want one" you changed the subject, already getting up.

"Your glass is half full"

"No it‘s not" and with that you left.

Pah! As if the blonde woman was seriously not thinking about killing you yet you had to admit, she was gorgeous. Maybe you should apologize-?

You were about to order another drink when someone next to you beat you to it, "put whatever she wants on my tab, please" the person said, that person being the blonde woman, "that was quite a performance, aye?"

"Oh no, you don’t have to-" you tried, happy to pay for you own drink or maybe pay for hers (?) - you didn’t know.

"I want to. I’m Leah, Leah Williamson and you are?" she smiled, her smile so genuinely that maybe, just maybe she didn‘t want to kill you.

-

"Aye, Mrs Williamson, you wanna sing a song for me?" Leah mocked, pulling you into her grasp.

"Baby! I apologized for that already several times" you whined, the defender peppering kisses to your cheek.

"What can i say? If it wasn't for the song, I wouldn't be able to call you my wife today"

[cottonlemonade]

Being MSBY’s Single Dad

word count: 1055 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: Meian x chubby!Reader (feat. Sakusa)

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

Sakusa had been in a foul mood for some time now but today it reached its pinnacle.

Two weeks ago he twisted his ankle during training and since he had quite the history of downplaying any injuries and then suffering their consequences, Meian decided to accompany him on his latest checkup, very much ignoring Sakusa’s protests. The captain leaned against a filing cabinet, arms crossed and a small smile on his face as he watched you bend and knead Sakusa‘s foot with gentle proficiency. The younger man grimaced barely noticeably when you pressed your palm flat against his sole, but upon his wince let up the pressure immediately.

“You‘ll sit this next one out.“, you said firmly, writing something in his chart.

“It‘s not that bad. I can play no problem. I just have to warm up.“

“Ah, you heard what she said. Doctor‘s orders.“

“She isn‘t even a doctor.“, Sakusa mumbled under his breath.

“Rude!“, Meian scolded.

“True though.“, both you and Sakusa replied in unison and the captain grinned when you added pointedly, “However, as your lowly physiotherapist I will give you some more stretches to do. It‘s better than last time but give yourself another week and you‘ll be as good as new.“

You took a seat at your desk, writing down a short list of daily exercises, adding quick sketches for demonstration. As you did, Meian detached himself from the cabinet and walked over to Sakusa to help him back into his shoe, which he reluctantly allowed.

“And while you‘re at it, be nicer to the others.“

“You still haven‘t made up?“, you turned around and looked at Sakusa incredulously.

“If it wasn‘t for these idiots this never would have happened.“, he noted sharply.

“True, but they did apologize.“, Meian reminded him, “Multiple times.“ You hid your chuckle at his tone, very reminiscent of a dad trying to explain to his son the concept of forgiveness.

“They deserve to stew.“

“Wait, you had such a colorful way to describe them when you came in last time.“, you tapped your chin with your pen in thought, trying to remember, “I believe you called them “a bunch of orange cats whose brains are powered by a singular, already dim lightbulb“, am I right?“

Meian covered his snort with the palm of his hand, then rolled his shoulders and tied the shoelace as he cleared his throat.

“Please don‘t say that in front of Bokuto. His hair hasn‘t been the same since the accident.“

Sakusa clicked his tongue in annoyance and let Meian help him off the exam table.

“Here.“, you stood up and handed him two notes, “This is for some new painkillers, take them when needed but no more than three a day and these are the new exercises. Do them every morning and every night before bed and if it‘s not better in 3 to 5 days come see me again. Aaaand-“ You opened a desk drawer and took out a bright yellow lollipop.

“What‘s that?“

“All the good kids get one.“, you shrugged and smiled.

Sakusa rolled his eyes, snatched the lollipop nonetheless, and limped over to the door.

“You coming?“, he asked, hand on the handle.

“Wait in the car. I wanna get my shoulder checked out.“

“I‘m not some kid. I‘ll get a taxi.“

“If you wait for me, we can get ice cream on the way back!“, Meian called after him.

“Whatever.“, Sakusa pulled the door closed behind him, leaving you and the captain alone to burst into laughter.

“How do you manage them?“, you sighed and shook your head, then looked at him expectantly, “So, what‘s up with your shoulder?“

“Dunno, can‘t quite get my movement radius like usual.“, he swung his arm back and forth until it wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, “Huh. Seems like I‘m healed.“

He held your chin between index finger and thumb and leaned down to meet your lips. You giggled into the kiss, placing one hand on his cheek while running your fingertips along the back of his neck with the other. He hummed happily and deepened the kiss, playfully tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“When can I tell them?“, he asked softly once you broke from each other, linking your fingers with his.

You nuzzled into his broad chest instead of an answer and he wrapped both arms around your soft round figure, slowly swaying on the spot. Back when you started working with the Jackals it had only taken a few months of stolen glances, not-so-accidental touches, and careful courting until Meian asked you to be his girlfriend right before an important match. You agreed immediately under one condition. And while he was never a fan of keeping your relationship secret, he understood that you were worried about what it could mean for either of you if it didn‘t last or if you were being accused of abusing your power. But at this point, it was well over a year and he would appreciate it immensely if Atsumu stopped trying to set him up on blind dates all the time.

“Nothing bad will happen, I promise. I read my contract over and over. I know that thing by heart. Nowhere does it say that we can‘t be together. Just…“, he pulled away a little to rest his forehead against yours, “let me show you off, hm? You know how Bokuto always sprints to his wife after a match to hug and kiss her?“

You nodded

“Well… I wanna do that, too.“

“Wife, huh?“, you teased.

“Princess, let us be public and I‘ll get you a ring so fast you won‘t know what hit ya. Cause I draw the line at secret wife.“

“Alright alright… next match. You can come and kiss me.“

“Yeah?“ His eyes practically glowed at your reply.

“Yes. But you better be faster than Bokuto.“

“Deal.“

Please imagine Meian overtaking Bokuto on the way to kiss his wife in the next match.

Imagine if these races became a thing after matches.

Imagine, when he does it for the first time, Sakusa is caught in the background of a picture of Meian kissing you with the most wtf face.

There would be fancams of their races after every match. People would keep score.

a/n: thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for the headcanon that Sakusa is photobombing the first fancam xD

[kenpachissluut]

Stoic Woman trying to flirt with Bleach Men ꨄ︎ (Request)

this was a request, i have choosen Kenpachi and Aizen for you. I always try to keep stories short, but always fail :( I hope you still like it nonetheless and maybe give me privately your feedback (since you were anonymous) and love you too!! ❤️

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

Kenpachi Zaraki ꨄ︎

Walking through the Seireitei you can see in the distance your Captain Zaraki. You always had a Crush on him, but were just to stoic to tell him or atleast flirt with him. Something snapped in your mind today as you confidently approached him. You didn’t had any experience with flirting, didn’t knew what was appropriate or not. Stopping before him he gives you a cocky smirk, not expecting you would flirt with him.

,,Do you know how long your dick is? If not, wanna measure it with my throat?‘‘ you were absolutely dead serious, not even smiling at him. Kenpachi looked at you dumbfounded but soonly bursted out into an amused laughter, you can’t help but felt embarrassed.

,,Damn, i knew you were secretly admiring me, but i never thought you would flirt with me like that.‘‘ Feeling ashamed at his laughing trying to mask it under your stoic face.

,,Sorry i didn’t meant to..‘‘ you said trying to escape this embarrassing situation, cheeks flushed red. He grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards his rough calloused chest as he leaned down, whispering hot into your ear:

,,I think you are the one who want to know how long my cock is, i can measure it with your throat and every other fucking hole you want with.‘‘ Cheeks flushing even a deeper shade of red, Kenpachi just pulled you along with him towards his office. You might crossed a line but it worked so fuck it. Mind already filled on how you would suck the life out of his fat cock.

Aizen Sosuke ꨄ︎

Wearing a serious face as always you made your way to your Captain’s Office. Knocking softly, you heard a short ,,Come in‘‘. As you opened the door you saw Captain Aizen sitting on his desk, working on some papers. You secretly crushed on him badly, always imagining the dirtiest things with him.

,,What do you need dear?‘‘ he asked you smiling softly. You snapped out of your trance approaching his desk slowly. ,,Just a Sign from you on these Papers‘‘ you said stoically placing them on his desk. He nodded, signing the papers. As he did so, you couldn’t help but stare at his hands, they were so big, so veiny, so masculine and sexy. Not even noticing it, you spoke out loud your dirty thoughts.

,,Nice hands you got there Captain, if only they were around my throat.‘‘

Aizen looked up from the papers surprised that such a thing would come from you, his serious, stoic Vice. His surprise soon turned into a smirk at your confidence as he stood up, moving around his desk, towering over you with his height.

,,So that is what you want? My hands around your throat huh? Such a dirty little vice i have…‘‘ He pressed you against the wall, firmly wrapping his beefy hand around your throat like you wanted to. Totally satisfied you hummed contently.

,,How about you‘ll fuck me while having your hands all over my body?‘‘ you asked confidently. Aizen chuckled deeply, still holding you firmly by the throat as he bends you over his desk, squeezing your neck.

,,You don’t need to tell me twice, but keep quiet or anyone hears us little slut.‘‘

Kenpachissluut 🩷

[mommyownsmee]

Today I woke up with the urge to clicker train you. This isn‘t the first time this happened. It‘s on my mind almost the whole day since an whole week now. It makes mommy think about all the beautiful possibilities I could use it for- to make you completely obey to me. I want to reduce you to a whimpering needy mess at the sound of a click.. moulding you into my personal little obedient toy. Mommy knows you‘ll love every second of it, baby. I don‘t want you to hestitate. Just enjoy mommy‘s touch.. see.. I didn’t even touch you properly and you’re already squirming? click. Awh, baby.. do you like mommy‘s lips click on your skin? click. Do you want more, baby? Mommy‘s hand click on your neck? click. Or mommy‘s fingers click on your clit? click. Does this make you moan? click. What did you say, baby? Ask me again nicely. I can‘t hear you well between all your pathetic click moans. click. Mh? Mommy‘s fingers click in your pussy? click. Does my little whore click deserve this? Yes? Look at mommy‘s hand click, baby. Open your eyes and stop squirming. click. I want you to see how I‘m sliding my fingers into your cunt.. click. Good girl. click. Look at my fingers. Your breathing is already fast click, baby.. Mommy didn‘t even touch click you properly. Do you want me to go faster click, whore? click. Deeper? click. Hitting your gspot? click. Moan louder click, baby. Show me how much you want it. Be my good girl.. click. Such pretty sounds click for mommy.. Oh, are you already close click, baby? Too dumb fucked click to answer mommy? Your eyes are all glassy, whore. click. Do you want to cum click for mommy? Say it, whore. click. Tell mommy what you want. Can you, hm? No? Such a pathetic click little thing. Use your words click, baby. You want to cum? click. Good girl click, baby. Mommy knew you could do it. Then go on, whore. click. Cum click for mommy!

[geneticautist]

Okay bored and Box made me talk abt my Dirk so I‘m gonna share some info on my Dirk and Bro (except hes just dirk but older instead of dave‘s bro)

Okay, My Dirk is either 17 to 20 in my art

I generally will keep aging him up to match my age too (as youve seen when I was his age (i joined the homestuck community at 16) i drew him the way hes portrayed in homestuck)

so if im still a homestuck when im over 20 you‘ll see LMFAOO

unless otherwise stated (like in my babysitting adventures series)

He has one eyebrow piercing which I always forget to draw LMAO

his haircuts r always messy or i draw him with overgrown hair

he also still has a bit of baby fat to his face which is why idk if u guys noticed but i draw him w more of a baby face compared to jake and the others (projection BUT my face is getting more defined hehehehehe guysss im growing)

Also my Dirk has an accent in my head (I switch from southern to german in my head ahahah)

I very much gave him my body except his chest is smaller (slams fist to table in agony)

he stares a lot bc yo seeing other humans!! hello!!! im also projecting my own fascination w observing other humans bc im weird

and ofc my dirk is trans in all my art soz idc 😵‍💫

Okay thats it for him, if you have more questions ask in inbox

„Bro“ Older Dirk 27-32

why end at 32 bc i cant imagine myself older than that lmfaoo

ok first baby fat is gone also generally more sunken face cuz i gave him an eating disorder hes in denial of and also cuz of substance abuse

he a junkorexic imo

but eventually inbetween those ages he switches to those protein freaks but instead of natural proteins he lives off of protein bars and powders (erm dude what abt other nutrients bozo)

he has scarring from previous eyebrow piercing, got another one on other eyebrow

he does not bother w his hair, I decided for it to be that type of greasy hair that sticks to his forehead he also rarely cuts his hair or gets it cut cuz i made him lack awareness of the state of his appearance

also projection of fear of looking at himself too long cuz detachment to physical appearance

ah right stretched ear lobe piercing cuz i think its cool

u dont see it here but he probs has gum disease LMFAOOO

if more questions ask in inbox or share own headcanons u think id be interested in

cuz theres more headcanons but i only wanna talk if mention of such topics

Anyways they both have bpd younger dirk untreated and older one somewhat treated (doesnt put too much mind to it, decides to isolate as he thinks its whats best)