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intromortal · 2 days

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PAIRING: bff!jay x f!reader x bff!sunghoon

WARNINGS: mdni. smut, threesome, oral (f!receiving), no protection, creampie, a little mxm never hurt anybody, name calling (slut, whore), praise, degradation, exhibitionism and voyeurism (?), choking, bondage, two dicks in one hole yessir, squirting, cum eating, snowballing, heeseung is a cheater, sunghoon is sneaky, i think that's all

WC: 5.4k

SUMMARY: you find out Heeseung cheated on you, but thankfully your two best friends are there to console you.

a/n: if this sounds familiar it's because it's an old fic that was originally divided into two parts! since i was not happy with it, this is the edited version. both parts together and with some changes💗

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Jay peered through the crack of the door, one leg still not entirely in the pyjama shorts he grabbed off the floor when he stumbled through his apartment to find out who the hell was knocking so damn hard at three am in the morning.

He felt his breath knocked out of his lungs when he found you standing on the old ragged mat citing ‘welcome-ish, depends who you are, and how long you stay’ that Jake had gifted them when he and Sunghoon moved, tears silently streaming down your pretty face.

He swung the door open and engulfed you in his arms when he noticed you shivering like a leaf. He walked you over to the couch, sobs starting to shake your body despite the comforting weight of his hands on your shoulders.

Sunghoon rushed in not long after, eyes puffy and hair all messy from sleep. He recognized your sobs as he walked into the room, his heart shattering with each sound. It had become a recurrence ever since you started to date Heeseung, one they both insisted was not a burden every time you felt bad about taking time off their day because of your fights with your moody boyfriend.

Despite it happening so often, Sunghoon never got used to seeing you hurt.

“What did he do this time?” Jay seethed.

Jay loved Heeseung like he would love a brother, but he did not think he could go on seeing him hurt you like this time and time again. You always put him on a pedestal, forgiving any harsh word he uttered, claiming he was a completely different person when not mad at you. He could not figure out why you didn’t seem to understand that you deserved nothing but sweet words, regardless of Heeseung’s emotional state.

You tried to speak through your sniffles, slowly calming down as Sunghoon drew soothing circles on your back with his warm hand under your shirt, raising goosebumps all over your skin.

“Take your time princess”, he muttered, his breath slowing to coax you into mimicking it, helping you calm down. “There we go.”

You sighed deeply one more time before gathering the courage to speak, doing anything to avoid your best friends’ worried gazes.

“I caught him cheating.”

The room felt unnaturally silent, their movements on your skin also stopping as they processed your words.

“I’m gonna actually fucking kill him this time Hoon,” Jay gritted through his teeth, his blood loud in his ears.

Your head shot to the other man, finding him with a deep-set frown on his face. He intertwined your fingers with his and gently caressed your hand with his thumb, not uttering a word.

Not that you needed it, his touch was always enough comfort for you. Both him and Jay your safe space.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jay asked, pushing any violent thought in his mind for later. You needed him there with you, and he would not let you down.

You shook your head, tears drying against your lashes and making them appear longer as you looked up to him pleadingly. “Just wanna forget about him."

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Your back was propped against Jay’s defined chest as he sloppily trailed wet kisses down your neck, his fingers playing with one of your nipples while Sunghoon’s lips were wrapped around the other one, his fingers grazing your poor hole teasingly once more.

You had lost count of how many times Sunghoon had you coming on his fingers. He insisted you needed all of the prep you could take for what was about to come, the dangerous promise making you clench around his digits.

“Please just put it in,” you keened. Not that you didn’t enjoy being fucked open by Sunghoon’s fingers, but the thought of how delicious their cocks must feel inside you had you begging for more anyway. “I’m ready, please.”

Sunghoon cooed mockingly at your state, “Our baby says she’s ready Jay, what do you think?”

The silver-haired male just chuckled and grabbed his cock, adjusting it over your pussy from behind. You wailed, head thrown back against his chest when his red tip caught on your abused clit, the movements of his hips tortuous as he ground his member between your folds.

Sunghoon sprung into action and grabbed his friend's member, slapping it over your pussy multiple times, ripping out little pleasured whines from you. Jay was also affected, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he hissed at the feeling of his friend’s touch.

Sunghoon brought his hand to your mouth, his brows quirked up in silent request, you caught on immediately and spat in his palm. He used the wetness to jerk off Jay a few times, the latter letting a guttural moan from his throat as he threw his head back and started to thrust in Sunghoon’s grip, quite literally fucking it.

The hot sensation in your stomach felt unbearable as you watched the scene unfold, your own mouth hung open in a silent moan.

You tried to get the men’s attention back on you, your poor cunt craving to be filled again, but you were cut off by Sunghoon positioning Jay’s thick cock against your hole. You yelped in surprise when you it slid in one single swift motion, the sting you felt oh so delicious. You were both a moaning mess, unaware of Sunghoon’s sly smirk as Jay gave you no time to get used to his girth. One of his rough hands wrapped lightly around your neck while the other kept your hips in place, using them as leverage to piston into you, the heels of his feet pushing into the mattress at his pace brutal.

Neither of you noticed Sunghoon sneaking down to your core, the sudden feeling of something wet inside you other than Jay’s cock making your back arch and curses fall from your lips, the sensation like nothing you had ever experienced.

You made the mistake of looking down, only for the sinful image of Sunghoon’s tongue pushing inside your cunt as he grabbed the other man’s balls with his hands to slowly massage them to push you straight over the edge. You came so hard your vision turned spotty for a few seconds, a white creamy ring forming around Jay’s member as his own load shot right up into you. Jay’s moans as he fucked you both through your orgasms were nothing short of lewd, the roughness of his sounds so different from his slower thrusts, yet both of them working to prolong your bliss.

Sunghoon giggled against your sensitive cunt, swallowing a mouthful of both of your releases while you regained your breaths from your intense orgasms.

Jay was about to slide out of your cunt, but the sound of a ringtone reverberating through the room stopped his movements, his brows knitted as he waited for Sunghoon to go get it. You didn’t need to see the name on the display to know who it was, your body tensing right in Jay’s grip as anxiety flooded through your veins; talking to him was the last thing you wanted.

Sunghoon walked to the windowsill where he had left his phone to charge, a sinister grin widening on his features when he read Heeseung as the contact name on his display.

The air in the room was thick with lust and anticipation as he answered the call, acting like the situation he was in was completely normal. Like one of his best friends wasn’t still deep inside his other, right in front of him.

He only gave you a casual shrug of his shoulders when you glared at him, the warm dim lighting of the room carving out his features beautifully, but doing nothing to hide the deviousness of his expression.

“Hee, you need something?” Sunghoon said, his tone impassive as he kneeled again before you, the soft mattress dipping underneath his weight.

“She’s with you, isn’t she?” You barely heard Heeseung say before Sunghoon stepped away, whatever was being said on the other end now out of your hearing range. You wished you missed the bitter edge in Heeseung’s tone, a hint of displeasure at the thought of you with the guys so late at night. Had you not known better, you would have thought he was jealous maybe. Except you refused to indulge in that fantasy, your naive days were over.

Jay, being so intimately familiar with your emotions, felt your uneasiness right away. He moved to ghost his lips down your neck while his fingertips moved against the skin of your waist, an attempt to soothe your nerves.

You were grateful for him, his touch grounding and leading you away from your thoughts, the feeling of his warmth raising goosebumps wherever it reached.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered before taking the shell of your ear in his mouth and biting it gently, eliciting an almost inaudible gasp from you.

Hoon fixed his gaze on you before replying to Heeseung’s question, “Yes, she’s here right now.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. You expected him to deny knowing anything about your whereabouts, end the call and go back to pick up right from where he left off. But he seemed to have other plans.

If the way Sunghoon’s knuckles were turning white while gripping his phone was anything to go by, the man on the other end must have not had a lot of nice words to spare. You thought about all the hurt he had been causing you ever since you got together, the earlier despair turning into searing red anger.

You forgave him for so much. You were so dumb to think he would ever change, would love you the way you loved him. You felt your hands shake as you realized you had been nothing but a commodity for Heeseung all that time. Nothing but a safety net to always catch him if anything went wrong. You thought about all the useless nights spent awake biting your fingernails while waiting for a simple text back; anything that would confirm he was safe. His habit of going for late-night drives on his bike ‘to collect his mind’ after an argument always stressing you out beyond belief. The nights spent crying on the phone to Sunghoon and Jay, that truly always did their best to bring back a smile on your face. You’d promise you would end things with Heeseung for your own good. Yet, you failed to keep your word every time, the magnetic pull you felt to your boyfriend so strong it managed to always reel you back in.

This time, you were actually done with him. How dare he pretend to care about what you were doing? You refused to be his little plaything for a second longer.

So you made up your mind.

“Hoon,” you whined quietly, interrupting the hushed conversation taking place at the end of the bed. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to say what was on your mind. “Want to make him regret everything he ever did to me.”

The man in question flashed you a proud grin, one of his canines peeking out slightly, “I think I have an idea then. You okay with being watched?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the lewd suggestion, lust pooling in the pit of your stomach. You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Gonna need to hear you say it,” Jay spoke softly into your ear while Sunghoon looked at you expectantly.

“Want him to watch you two fuck me, please.”

“Anything you want, doll.” Jay grinned against your skin, teeth poking out to nibble on your throat.

Sunghoon retuned his attention to the device in his hands, and put Heeseung on speaker. “So? Can I talk to her? Can I see her?”

His voice sent a pang of shame and guilt through your body, one you knew he did not deserve. What he did deserve though was to know, to see how good his brothers were fucking you.

“Oh, you’ll see her alright,” Sunghoon laughed, sending him a request to switch the call to video.

“Sunghoon? Hello? What’s this all about?”

Sunghoon ignored him, his full dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration while he was too busy trying to get the perfect angle on the comforter next to his bed, opting to use the lamp as a stand for his phone. Once he was satisfied enough he stepped back a bit to check one last time before returning back to you and Jay, finally revealing you wholly to Heeseung; your naked form spread over Jay’s and your stuffed cunt on full display for him.

It was silent for a while on the other end of the call, while Sunghoon settled next to Jay, the side of his lip tilted upwards cockily. “Hot right?”

Your blood ran cold for a moment at how flat and detached Heeseung’s voice sounded when he opened his mouth again. “Jay? What the fuck? What’s the meaning of this?”

Heeseung was absolutely floored by the scene playing out in front of him. He expected you to run crying to them as soon as you found out about him cheating like you always did every time something went wrong between you two, just for you to crawl back to him in no time. That was what he was anticipating. A few apologies and maybe a dinner date to win you back, that's what it took all the other times. But this?

He wanted to end the call and drive to his best friends’ apartment, and then god knows what he'd do to them once he got there. But he also could not help but stay frozen in place, sitting on the end of the bed in his own dark room, chest constricted with so many conflicting feelings

Why did he think you had never looked as gorgeous as in that instant, with Jay’s thick hands all over your body? He should not be feeling like this. He should be way angrier than he was. Especially when someone else was touching what was his.

Before Heeseung could even try to recover from the shock he was experiencing, Sunghoon gently reached for your chin— fingers warm and delicate on your skin— and angled your face towards his, soft eyes holding your gaze reassuringly. He leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss, the tenderness of it surprising you.

You yelped when he unexpectedly bit your lip, taking that as a chance to slide his wet tongue inside your mouth, savoring your sweet taste.

One of his hands cupped your face tenderly while the other traveled down your body, groping any inch of flesh he could reach, the contrast between the slow movements of his tongue and the roughness of his touch leaving you dizzy, putty in his hands.

You realized then Sunghoon had you wrapped around his fingers, his scorching touch the only thing you could pay attention to. A siren luring you to him with his inviting song.

He drew back slightly, smiling when he noticed you chase after his lips, “I think Jay might be feeling a little left out.”

Your attention was forced back on Jay as he thrusted his hard girth inside you once again, fucking the mixture of both of your releases inside you, your cheeks flushing at the lewd squelching sounds his movements caused.

You wondered how it would sound like if Sunghoon’s cum was also inside of you, your moans so loud in the room as Jay’s pace never relented.

Sunghoon inched two of his long fingers into your cunt to collect some of the mess seeping out of you and brought it up to Jay’s mouth, who obediently took them in as he kept eye contact with you, your head tilted back on his shoulder. He hummed at the taste and made a point to lap the fingers completely clean before releasing them with a pop, knowing how much the little show he put on affected you. Watching him enjoy eating his own cum did inexplicable things to you, and you knew it clearly reflected on your expression when he tried uselessly to stifle a little giggle at how desperate you looked right then.

His thrusts were teasingly slow and shallow. You needed more, so much more, your cunt desperately clenching around him. So you grabbed his hand and brought it down to your clit, big glossy doe eyes begging him silently. Jay was visibly amused at your silent command, but ignored it. He gave you nothing more than a bite on your shoulder, and moved his hand to rest on your inner thigh. The warmth of his skin contrasted with the chill of his rings, sending waves of shivers coursing through your body.

Sunghoon cradled your face and kissed you again, this time a lot more messily and wet, his own lust leaking through his composure. He pushed the fingers that Jay licked clean inside you unexpectedly, making you gasp in his mouth and draw back a bit with a string of spit following you. The way your airy moans resounded in the room had him think he could cum untouched anytime soon.

Despite having done a good job at keeping his composure, Sunghoon was getting desperate. Seeing you enjoy yourself brought him great amounts of pleasure, but his weeping cock had been neglected for far too long, and he knew he couldn't go on like that for much longer.

As if reading his friend’s mind, Jay slipped out of you with a grunt and left you suddenly empty and clenching around nothing. Sounds of protest bubbled in your throat but Jay’s hand harshly grabbed your face, his lips smashing with yours to shut you up, “Patience, sweet thing," he said as he drew back, his lips still ghosting over yours and eyes clouded with need.

He maneuvered your body towards the phone and slipped under you, grabbing your thighs to settle you over his lap, except this time you were facing his chest. Truth be told, you had forgotten about the fact that Heeseung could see everything, but now that you were aware of him again you could make out faint squelching sounds coming from the phone. Your eyes widened at the realization that Lee Heeseung was fucking his fist to the little show you guys had been putting on for him.

You already knew him to be a pervert, but this seemed like a new low even for him.

You wanted to think you felt utterly insulted by this new information, but all you could find within yourself was deep satisfaction. Ecstasy coursed through your veins at the thought of how humiliating this must be for him, how pathetic he must feel.

You were itching to make him feel even worse about his situation, so you mustered up the most distressed look you could manage turned to Sunghoon, swaying your behind a little to encourage him to come closer.

“Please Hoonie? Want you both to stuff me full,” you said as you wiggled your hips for the camera pointed at you.

You looked back at him when he didn’t comply right away, finding him with a slight arch on one of his eyebrows while he stared at you, clearly amused by your behaviour. You couldn’t question what his deal was, Jay speaking before you got even a word out. His voice was sultry, warm breath fanning over your ear and sending tingles down your spine. “Aren’t you a dirty little slut mmh? Begging to get fucked just to make Heeseung jealous?”

The way your thighs closed tighter around his hips at the name he called you didn’t go unnoticed, his rough hand clasping around your throat to squeeze lightly, just enough to keep you silent in his grasp. “You enjoy this, mhh? Being called a whore.” He brought you closer to his face, warm breath tickling your own. "You’re still thinking about that bastard, acting like a little slut for him, I thought you wanted to forget about him? Are we not doing enough?”

You struggled to shake your head in his grasp, prompting him to apply more pressure on your throat. “Words.”

“You are,” you barely managed to choke out, voice raw from being suppressed, even if for a short amount of time. He released you from his hold, leaving you gasping for air.

Sunghoon barely gave you any time to recover as he took hold of your wrists, just one of his hands big enough to keep them in place. You felt the smooth leather on your wrists before you realised what was happening; Sunghoon’s belt secured tightly around your skin, binding your arms together.

The way Jay talked to you and now Sunghoon depriving you of your freedom of movement made you feel like you were there just to be their cocksleeve, there to just be fucked. And while you knew they did not feel that way about you, ever the so caring best friends, this forbidden side to them made you feel things you never thought you would. You liked this, you needed them to fuck you like you belonged to them and them alone.

Jay interrupted your train of thought by sliding in your abused cunt, hissing at the feeling of your walls enveloping him.

“Still so tight, how are you gonna fit both of us, doll?” His hand came down to grab a handful of your ass, pushing you up and down on his cock, your tits bouncing before his face at the repeated movements.

Sunghoon moved to grab the phone propped on the lamp and finally addressed Heeseung again, “Still here? You’re enjoying this mhh? Nasty freak.” He punctuated the last words, almost seething at him. The smile that took over his features was feral, not the usual flirtatious grin you were used to seeing on him. "Gonna give you an even better view, one you will never forget.”

He pointed the camera towards you, giving Heeseung a clear view of you riding Jay, your ass slapping against his thighs. He fisted his cock with his free hand, smearing the obscene amount of precum he produced all over his shaft. He gave himself a few more pumps before he aligned it on your entrance, finally pushing in with difficulty next to Jay with a groan.

They both stayed still for a moment to let you adjust to their combined girths, though you knew you could ever get used to it, no matter how long they gave you. The stretch was almost unbearable for the first few moments, white-hot pain blinding your vision.

Jay threw his head back against the bed and let out a loud drawn-out moan at the feeling of Sunghoon nestled right next to him. His hand rested on your waist, the warmness of it an anchor to help you ground yourself. Sunghoon grabbed your bound wrists and pushed your body to lay against Jay’s fully, giving himself and Heeseung a perfect view of your overly stretched hole as the man under you resumed to gently thrust up into you.

Heeseung thought he must have gone insane when he had to physically stifle a moan at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips slowly matching Jay's movements, cock dragging deliciously next to his. He felt betrayed, not by you but by his best friends. He wondered how long they had been waiting to stick their weeping cocks inside you, how long they’d eyed you like prey without him ever noticing, how many nights they must’ve spent fucking their fists thinking about you while he pounded you sweet little cunt. He wanted to call them fucking perverts for this, but he knew he was not in a position to judge anyone. Not when he was getting off to the sight of your cunt stuffed by them. He might be even worse.

The sight on his phone was unbearably lewd to begin with, but your cries of pleasure made it so much worse. Never have you sounded like that for him. You were so fucking wet for them Sunghoon almost accidentally slipped out a few times. Heeseung thought about how snug it must feel, how hard you must be clamping around them, and he clenched his fist tighter to mimic the feeling, Adam's apple bobbing as your moans got louder. He wanted to be the one fucking you right now so badly, so desperate to cum inside you. Instead, he couldn’t stop a pitiful sob from escaping from his lips as he came without warning all over his hand in thick spurts, coating his skin and drenching the fabric of his shorts rolled down on the floor. He kept stroking himself, riding out his orgasm as pathetic whines fell from his slack jaw, even more shame setting in.

Your friends would have laughed at how pathetic he was had any of you kept their attention on him, but he was easily forgotten as Sunghoon bent down so his chest pressed on your back. He dropped the phone somewhere on the bed, denying Heeseung the glimpse of your hole being split open and leaving him with only the sounds and his imagination.

Jay’s pace suddenly got more frantic, his rhythm a lot faster inside you with his feet planted on the bed and hips slightly lifted to fuck into you, while Sunghoon’s were still slow and languid. You were lost in the pleasure by then, incoherent babbles of praises and sweet moans the only thing leaving your mouth.

“Has anyone ever fucked you this good, doll?” Jay asked, already aware of the answer but wanting to hear it from you anyway. In fact, it was all you could think about at that moment: how no one had ever fucked you so good, how they were ruining sex with anyone else for you, how every time you found yourself needy from now on the only plausible option would be to just go back to them and beg them to do anything in their power to make you cum; to use you how they better saw fit.

You eagerly nodded your head to him, eyes closed when you struggled to form words against their onslaught on your poor stretched hole, “Fuck- yeah, no one ever.”

Jay chuckled and you felt the vibrations of it on the skin of your cheek, his lips brushing against it while Sunghoon cooed at your enthusiasm. “Is that so mmh? Not even our Heeseung?” You were quick to shake your head.

“No, not even him.''

That seemed to only spur the men further, Jay’s thrusts becoming somehow more rapid and Sunghoon’s more precise and so deep you thought he was pistoning straight in your guts.

Sunghoon grabbed your bounded wrists and used them to slide you over their cocks, the slick mess between your legs coating their thighs too, leaving you no room for movement. All you could do was sit there prettily for them and take it, your mouth falling open and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt them hit the spot deep inside you that had your toes curling at the same time.

“Your cunt was made for our cocks,” Jay grunted in your ear, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab your chin. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else."

You helplessly clenched around them even harder at his words, so snug they could barely move, throaty gasps and moans filling the air. You were basically dumb on their cocks, greedily trying to suck them in further. So they were not surprised when your front collapsed on Jay’s chest as you came undone around them, your vision blinded and hearing muffled for a few seconds from the sheer strength of your bliss. Sunghoon was still putting his weight on your back, his thrust losing precision and becoming rougher and messier, matching Jay’s erratic ones.

You still hadn’t come down from your high when you felt Sunghoon’s fingers trace circles on your puffy abused nub, earning whines of protests from you that got immediately swallowed by Jay’s mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip sensually. "Just one more, you’re doing so good doll.”

The coil in your stomach built once more at a frightening pace, and you tried to fuck your hips back against Sunghoon’s, but hypocritically tried to get away from their grips at the same time, the pain of overstimulation so good and addicting you didn't know what to do with yourself.

“Inside please,” you sniffled pathetically as tears formed on your lashes. Sobs heaved from your chest and eyes rolled in the back of your head when you came for them a final time, your breath getting knocked out of your chest as your essence splashed out of you, making a mess on both of their thighs.

“Did you just squirt baby? Fuck, that’s hot," Sunghoon moaned, his hips stuttering for a moment.

As soon as Jay realized what just happened he stilled his hips against yours and painted your walls with his hot cum. Sunghoon whined as he felt both of your slicks push against his throbbing member, prompting his own high to wash over him.

You all tried to catch your breaths as Sunghoon kept fucking the mix of your releases inside you, not wanting any of it to slip out and go to waste. Jay had to tap his hips a few times to get him to stop, the stimulation of his raw cock too much to handle.

A mewl left your lips when they carefully slid out of you, the emptiness so sudden you found yourself missing the way they filled you completely right away.

You were so spent you could barely move, but you managed a small smile when Jay kissed your temple softly, caging you in his arms while Sunghoon grabbed a towel to clean up the sticky mess you made.

He retrieved his phone too, taking note of the ended call, before opening the camera app and grabbing your ankles, parting your sore legs as far as you were able to take.

He pointed the camera down and easily slid two fingers back inside your pussy, earning tired weak sounds of protest from you.

“Shh baby, am only showing our Heeseungie what he missed,” he whispered, lowering his face down to your cunt and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He took as much cum as he could in his mouth, then came up back again and kissed you softly, tongue sliding some of the essences from his mouth into yours. He parted from your lips and scooted closer to Jay, repeating the same action. his hands gripping the other male's head to angle it backwards.

Butterflies wreaked havoc in your stomach when you looked at Jay, his eyes closed as he savored the taste, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed and licked inside of Sunghoon’s mouth, careful not to miss any drop.

Sunghoon parted from him with a smile and grabbed the warm wet towel he had set next to you, finally cleaning you up, careful not to stimulate you any further. When he finished, he took you in his arms and walked to the bathroom. He set you down carefully, hands hovering close to your body making sure you could stand up on your own despite how shaky your legs were, before stepping back and signalling you to pee. Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion, earning a full chest laugh from him, “I just fucked the daylights out of you, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?” He set a shirt and a pair of Jay’s clean underwear on the sink for you to change in before walking out of the room.

You were drowsy by the time you got back in bed with them, Jay whispering sweet nothings in the crown of your hair—sometimes giving you tiny pecks— and Sunghoon with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one of his hands caressing your arm gently. You had no idea how you let Heeseung get away with treating you like he did when this is what you could have had all along. You don’t know how this was gonna change your relationship with everyone involved, but you decide you'll worry about it another time, the comfortable silence lulling you to sleep as the men next to you continued to swoon over you.

#enhypen smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #enha smut #enhypen #park jongseong #park sunghoon #park jongseong x reader #park sunghoon x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung #;hoon #;hard hours #;jongie #enhypen drabble #enha drabble #heeseung drabble #jay drabble #sunghoon drabble

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natigail · 1 day

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DnP playing a drinking board game with liquorice and soups should not be that hilarious. Just!! I had to pause the video approximately twice a minute just to take in the next hilarious thing that they said. SO many innuendos. Phil doing it on purpose for sure, glint in his eye as he was watching with glee as Dan struggled to consume liquorice, not even stopping when Dan tried to wave him off. Dan the cougar with the animal print and Phil with the blond hair, blue eyes combo. Getting use out of their left-over New Years cups. Repeat of Phil really struggling with soups (they are evil when lumpy and cold, Phil, I feel for you). Dan's hatred for liquorice (though that drink must have been toxic levels, so fair for that but not the salted liquorice because that's also a loved sweet here in Denmark as well as Sweden). Phil handing Dan the black piece instantly and choosing blue for himself. The mug with the whiskers (deep nostalgia). All of the little mini games where they're fighting so intensely, stumbling over their words and almost spilling drinks. The banana video censored and Dan hiding behind the board game packaging. Dan joking if Phil slept with the bearded ginger and Phil's lil shut up huffed out through laughter. Dan comparing himself to a hippo needing a bird to pick out stuff between his teeth, TILTING his head jokingly towards Phil as if he should be the bird and just go to town (no words for this, they are insane!). The secret draft thing (birthday related?)! The Phil can't have chocolate, so don't make that type of cake pls, mum. The sheer drama of their dice rolling and Phil threatening to leave or stick some authority on Dan about seven times. Phil being so brave and actually drinking that horrible concoction (though Dan protecting the sealz <3). The little iPhone videos put in, clearly of them just fumbling around. The sheer laughter and smiling and joy that was all throughout the video, even as they were suffering with their drinks/foods. They are just so gay and I don't even dare tally up all of the innuendos. I feel like I need an immediate rewatch. They are just so entertaining and funny and feeling themselves and it's contagious and I love them and they've come so far and this is the longest sentence ever but that's okay because none of this is meant to be pretty or nice, it's meant to just express my love for these two insane dorks that have made videos for us for like 15 years at this point. Anyway, I'm clearly completely chill. Great video, guys.

#Dan and Phil Try a Drinking Game #dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #phan #phandom #nina natters #my tumblr dabbles #DanAndPhilGAMES

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fum1ku · 2 days

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TOXIC TRAITS - HQ BOYS

ft. kiyoomi sakusa, koushi sugawara, atsumu miya, daichi sawamura, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima

tw: toxic relationship, arguments, cursing

pt. 2 where everyone kisses and makes out makes up, anyone?

KIYOOMI: silent treatment. perhaps kiyoomi’s fight or flight reaction stemmed from his inability to communicate well. but, that didn’t feel completely true. he could be blunt; honestly saying what was on his mind to anyone. but, when it came to you, he was just.. silent. you’d beg and plead, scream or shout, say anything and you wouldn’t hear a word back from him. it hurt. it tore deep into your chest; finding itself a resting spot in the pit of your stomach. would someone who truly loved you really do this to you?

KOUSHI: love bombing. sugawara really didn’t mean to. he didn’t know how much he’d ever smothered you until he heard someone actually say something about it. at first you thought it was just sweet, random acts of kindness from him. his love language shining through, at most. the expensive gifts, the rush of compliments he’d give you, the aching feeling of his arms wrapping around you for the 5th time in that moment. but, no—it was more than that. all of it was meaningless; hallow. not a second thought put into it besides his desperation to win you. to have you. he was so desperate to not let you slip away that he forgot what he had ever felt for you in the first place: love.

ATSUMU: toxic jealousy. atsumu miya had been popular with girls since high school. and of course it didn’t stop when he joined the msby jackals. if anything, he had been more popular with women now than he had been in his entire life. but, he always said it didn’t matter. he always told you “you’re all i need. no stupid fan girls can get in the way of that. i have you, and that’s all i want.” all he wants. but that all fades away after your first actual fight. who even remembers what it was about? it didn’t matter anymore. sitting in the bleachers watching your boyfriend prepare for his next match, you could see as a swarm of overzealous girls came running towards him. instead of his usual wave of acknowledgment and turning away to head for a more private area, he dove deep into the attention. he soaked up each compliment from every girl in the crowd with a sly smirk on his face. he accepted every picture he was asked to take; putting his hand around her waist, letting her kiss his cheek or feel his stupid muscles through his jersey. he did all of this knowing you had been there waiting; watching. he did all of this, not feeling a single bit of remorse up till the second he watched as hot tears streamed down your face and you ran out of the arena. shit. he had really fucked up.

DAICHI: overprotective. it was sweet daichi cared. really, it was. he’d place a firm hand around your waist when walking past guys in the street because he knew it made you feel safe. he’d have you sit a few rows back in the bleachers when watching his games “just in case”. and he’d always make sure you made it home safe after work or school. but, it soon turned into more than just those silly protective things. sometimes he made you feel like you couldn’t think or plainly act for yourself. everything had a risk to him; a risk that wasn’t worth taking with you. you tried to reason with him, but it never made sense to him in the way it did to you. he just wanted you to be safe after all, right?

TOBIO: anger issues. tobio didn’t mean to snap. it just.. well, happened. he loved you—he loves you— so much. he never wanted to see you cry; he never wanted to be the reason why you cried. but it had been a long day. practice had left him dead and dry. it had been back-to-back interviews, multiple photoshoots, and so many fucking autographs. today had taken everything out of him. as shallow as all of those things sounded, it was.. overstimulating, to say the least. kageyama couldn’t think of a better word to describe it; to name exactly what he felt. but when he came home and saw you in the kitchen; dishes stacked high, the pot on the stove bubbling over, the heat that overtook every single room in the apartment—he snapped. he lost it. you had opened your mouth to greet him and before you were able to say anything, all of the frustrations from today started pouring out of his mouth.

“fucking damnit. what the hell are you even doing, y/n? it’s a thousand fucking degrees in here with the stove on and it’s boiling over. fucking shit. i’m exhausted and i can’t even come home to have some damn peace in my own fucking house. what the actual hell?” his words burned through his throat, leaving a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

you said nothing as you turned the stove off, and walked straight past him.

“y/n—” he stuttered. “i’m—fuck— i’m so sorry. today was rough and i just..”

he looked down at you to see your body shaking; tears streaming down your face. he fucked up.

KEI: lack of communication. that best summed up kei’s entire life. including his life with you. one small argument and he was gone. vanished. nowhere to be found. not until you’d find him in some tucked away corner of your shared apartment. or outside the building during the evening. you could try your best to say something to him—anything—but it didn’t matter. he’d only talk to you on his own terms. but, what he was thinking? what he was feeling? that was a mystery to you. you could pour your heart out to him about how lost you felt; how much of a mystery his emotions were to you even after being together for so long. didn’t matter. he couldn’t piece together a string of words to give back to you. and that was going to be his downfall.

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1k challenge request- what is Ghost like on vacation? NSFW always preferred lol

Ghostie on vacation? Vacation?!? Yes, please. Funny enough, Ghost is currently on vacation in Ink & Needle, and that boy is being naughty in that AU. But that’s not what we’re talking about here. Thanks for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it (and the steamy bits).

Most of these are gn!reader with one or two exceptions!

Word Count: 729

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Do y’all remember the bit of banter between Soap, Ghost, and Laswell in MW3? And Ghost replies “why not both?” when it comes to whether they prefer the beach or snow. To me, that means Ghost is down for anything. He’ll take a road trip or a week-long stay in Bali. Man just loves a good vacation.

On that note, when Ghost and Soap were being a bit cheeky about the “tan lines around the eyes,” he insinuates he wears the mask, but I don’t believe that. When Simon isn’t in the field, he’s not going to wear his mask, especially on vacation. He’d stick out like a sore thumb.

If Simon is taking a vacation with his S/O, he’s really down for anything. It can be simple and romantic. It could be camping. Hell, you could drag him to Disneyworld and he’d probably still enjoy himself.

However, he’s very much controlling when it comes to traveling. He’s the Dad in this scenario. He packs in advance, he wakes up way too early to go to the airport, he checks to make sure the plane is actually at the gate, he keeps the schedule, and Simon isn’t necessarily going to just “go with the flow” in the moment. Simon is the one holding the passports and tickets. God help you if you try to seize them from him.

No mask. Period. And no work. Simon isn’t taking phone calls, emails, or anything else. Price can deal with any shenanigans on his own.

Terrible about putting on sunscreen. You’re always making sure he’s protecting his skin.

Most of the spending money is spent on feeding Simon. Dude is a brick wall and he’s always eating. And when he’s not eating something, he’s buying you whatever you want.

If the vacation requires driving, Simon prefers taking his own vehicle or renting one. He doesn’t skimp here. Simon will select a reputable rental car company and select something roomy.

Holds you accountable on everything, but is also incredibly indulgent. You might complain that something is expensive and you won’t get it, and Simon will say good on you for sticking to your guns, but he’ll also just fucking buy it anyway because he can’t help seeing you smile.

Vacations (or rather holidays) are Simon’s one opportunity to forget everything. He can spend time with you completely uninterrupted. No life shit. No work shit. Just you and him.

Enjoys the outdoors but is also down for exploring cities, walking through museums, and trying new things. Simon is open to exploring a culture he’s never interacted with before, especially if he’s doing it with you.

Likes to travel and go on vacation during off-seasons. Simon isn’t a fan of crowds and it’s not from an anxiety standpoint. That military training is hard to dislodge, and he’s often overly aware of potential threats in a crowd.

Has a terrible sweet tooth. Simon will eat more desserts than actual food if you’re not watching him.

Loves long road trips because he enjoys all the lazy blow jobs you give him while in the car. Sometimes he has to pull over and just have his way with you.

Basically, you and Simon are fucking regardless of where you are.

Going on a destination vacation to a beachy oasis? Simon is fucking you in the cabana, in the hotel room, in the private pool, under a waterfall. Sometimes it might be lazy and slow, and sometimes he’s just chasing his own end and needs to be inside you.

Camping? That tent is seeing some action. You’re little spoon. Simon is big spoon. And he probably has his cock buried deep inside you, rocking his hips lazily while is hand is playing with other parts of you.

But he’s smart not to fuck out in the wilderness. Bug bites are the fucking worse.

In the cabin in the Pacific Northwest? He’s fucking you by the fire while it rains outside.

Simon’s intimacy and romantic side really flourishes during this time. Because there are no outside distractions, he’s able to put his entire focus on you. Along with the sex, Simon is simply an attentive partner. While he’s here to enjoy himself, he is also highly aware of your needs.

Hates when the two of you have to go back to the real world. Would rather disappear with you forever.

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formulawolff · 3 days

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✧˖° golden girl & her star boys ✧˖°

hello everyone! ♡

as part of the alkaline series, i felt that this was necessary. i’m going to give a little bit of background on the readers’ relationships with the other drivers on the grid! (i also just love to yap. that’s the real reason!)

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✧˖° williams ✧˖°

alex albon — one of her best friends and teammate. basically like her older brother who is constantly giving unwanted advice. they banter and argue CONSTANTLY. however, she deeply appreciates his ability to be 10000% honest with her at all times. she’s definitely cried on his shoulder numerous times.

he was the first person to accept her to the f1 scene with open arms. he is constantly defending her name and likeness to the media. although he won’t admit it directly, he has a deep respect and love (sibling sort of love!) for her. he wouldn’t want anyone else to be driving alongside him at williams.

✧˖° mercedes ✧˖°

lewis hamilton — they are friendly with one another, but not super close. lewis is super friendly and inviting, she is just a little intimidated by him. he has this powerful aura, and since he’s always been one of her role models, she has a hard time approaching him. the conversations they have had, she’s always been grateful for his encouragement and advice.

sometimes he will make fun of her for being so “american.” (lots of yeehaw, stereotypical jokes about the u.s.) she laughs it off though, usually countering back with her witty humor.

george russell — as we know… these two do not get along. he’s polite, but does not necessarily enjoy her bold and brash personality. he thinks that she’s a little “too much” at times, especially with how opinionated she is on social media. lewis has to often remind him that he needs to be friendlier, considering her contract is up at the end of the 2024 season. and he knows toto is scouting for a new driver, so she may be potential option.

begrudgingly, george will sometimes compliment her. it’s not super nice or over the top, but they are compliments!

✧˖° red bull ✧˖°

max verstappen — he adores her! he has a ton of admiration and respect for her, often complimenting her techniques or good laps. they are somewhat close, checking in with one another during breaks. he is also protective of her likeness, often reminding journalists that her gender doesn’t matter. she’s a worthy competitor and an exceptional driver. (since you know, she’s a contender for the champion slot but we won’t address that yet!) they often do interviews together with the other guys!

he thinks her american slang, accent, and mannerisms are cute. he has a slight crush but is also somewhat scared of her. it leaves him feeling confused yet bewildered at times.

sergio perez — the two are friendly. sort of like coworkers who work in different departments but are cordial with one another. since she’s so young, checo thinks that she has a lot to learn. he does offer advice, but not often. he does believe that she is a talented driver and deserves her spot on the grid. he is well aware of max’s little crush and teases him relentlessly for it.

✧˖° mclaren ✧˖°

lando norris — one of the besties! he’ll often ask her to come on to his livestreams with him during breaks or the offseason. they snap one another frequently, often using the weird and funny filters. he loves to hear about her perspective on the f1 world, considering her position as the first american female driver. they’ve met up a few times between races to hang out or he’ll bring her and alex food to the paddock. he knows that she loves peeled apple slices so sometimes he’ll bring some to her the morning of race day.

he is a firm believer that she’s going to be a first female world champion in the next few years.

oscar piastri — another one of the besties! they’re close but not as close as reader & lando. he also enjoys hearing her perspective on everything f1 related. he’ll tag along with lando quite often to bring food, snacks, and drinks to the paddocks or hang outs. one of the first few drivers on the grid to approach and befriend her. (he couldn’t help but notice how anxious she looked, and he wanted to give her some comfort)

✧˖° ferrari ✧˖°

carlos sainz — one of the besties! is very willing to do funny bits for social media with her, no matter what it entails. he enjoys her fiery personality and her ability to stand up for what she believes in. he’ll often join her, lando, oscar, and charles for hangouts between races. sometimes he’ll list her as an emergency contact because he knows how much she’s on her phone. he teaches her spanish from time to time, just the basics so that she can get by when they’re traveling. (although sometimes he’ll tell her the wrong things on purpose, just because it’s hilarious)

charles leclerc — one of the besties! he will often join her and lando on livestreams, especially if they’re sim racing. he’s very competitive with her and tries to beat her in every game possible. he loves when she helps him with english, as he often has troubles with the language. he is fascinated by the idea of texas roadhouse, and wants to go to one with her, carlos, lando, and oscar sometime. additionally, she’s the first one he goes to when he needs help understanding a specific social media trend. or help buying gifts for his girlfriend.

✧˖° aston martin ✧˖°

fernando alonso — endearingly refers to himself as her padre. loves to tease her about anything and everything, in the way a father would to his daughter. they have lengthy discussions over a variety of topics, ranging from opera music to what they had for breakfast that morning. she has a deeply rooted admiration for him, and views him as a role model.

lance stroll — one of the besties, but not as much as lando or oscar. they’re very friendly to one another, lance’s father often asking her if she wants to reconsider williams and join aston martin in 2025. she usually says smiles and says no, much to his father’s dismay.

✧˖° alpine ✧˖°

esteban ocon — the two do not really speak a whole lot, but they’re friendly and polite! like many of the other drivers, he enjoys seeing a new face and getting to know her!

pierre gasly — very friendly with one another! he enjoys having a fresh new face to the grid, and a new perspective that comes along with it. he’ll often taunt her in french, laughing when she gets frustrated that she can’t understand what he’s saying. he’ll compliment her when she has a good lap or a great race. he respects her boldness and how she is not willing to let the press paint her as someone she’s not.

✧˖° haas ✧˖°

nico hulkenberg — they do not really speak, unless it’s at an event or something press related. she does respect his seniority over the younger drivers! additionally, he respects her and wishes her well before races.

kevin magnussen — a similar situation to nico! they do speak to one another from time to time, often chirping greetings in the morning. he does tease her for really only knowing english, telling her that she needs to “hop on that owl app or something.”

✧˖° alphatauri ✧˖°

daniel ricciardo — the mf bestie. this man knows a little too much about her. besides alex, he was one of the first people to welcome her to the grid with open arms. when he was the third driver for redbull in 2023, he found himself bored often. so, he would wander into the williams paddock, searching for her. since they have a very similar sense of humor, they feed off one another, often laughing so hard they have tears in their eyes. they were often attached to the hip throughout 2023, james having to shoo daniel away at times.

during breaks or at night, daniel would often find himself in her williams motorhome, snuggling or eating food together. they would often pair up to do press events, conduct livestreams, special events, or bits together. due to their close nature, rumors and speculation made their rounds across social media.

daniel deeply respects and admires her, finding her unapologetic nature extremely attractive. additionally, he just found her to be his go-to person, for anything. she was his comfort when he found himself missing racing.

at the end of the 2023 season, daniel found himself in a predicament, as he was falling in love with her. however, as time progressed, and as he signed with alphatauri, he realized that their lifestyle would not provide them a happy and stable relationship. so after her win in jeddah, he knew he had to face the facts and tell her how he felt.

things are a little weird now, but he wants to rekindle their friendship, hoping things will return to the way they once were.

yuki tsunoda — since the two have very similar personalities, they often find it hard to be in the same room together for long periods of time. however, they are polite and cordial to one another. they will tease one another at times, and she does follow him on social media.

✧˖° kick sauber ✧˖°

valtteri bottas — they do not really speak. when they do, it’s really only at the beginning of the season for press related events. she does respect his seniority, and loves hearing his stories of his time at mercedes with lewis.

zhou guanyu — they do not really speak. it’s a similar situation like valtteri. they do bond over being relatively new to the f1 world. she also loves the pictures he shares of his cat.

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m-jelly · 12 hours

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Hey! So once I requested a Levi x reader who is alergic to dust and stuff. I was wondering if you could do another one like that but instead one of the cadets didn't clean and because Levi was tired he didn't notice. But the reader is normally in the room or area and ended up passing out while working In the area. Like how would that go down. Thank you in advance. I hope your doing good, make sure you take care of yourself, eat and drink water. Also make sure to treat yourself some days and take breaks!

"How could you let this happen?" Levi's tone was sharp and frustrated. "I've told you all time and time again that you need to be on top of the cleaning here." The tapping of his boots echoed as he paced back and forth in front of the medical room. "Treat cleaning like you are taking out Titans. If you're slacking in your action someone could get hurt."

"Sorry, Captain." The cadet hung their head in shame. "I let you down."

"You did, you really did." He released a sigh and tried to control his anger. "Are you aware of what allergies are?"

They nodded. "Y-Yes, my friend can't have nuts."

"You manage to protect them, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

He needed to let out some range, so he slammed the side of his fist against the wall. "So why not this?"

"I-I."

He growled a moment before relaxing his body. "Go do your job, now."

They saluted him. "Y-yes c-captain!"

As the scout ran off with sweat pouring off them due to panic, Levi watched them very closely because he needed to let his rage wash off him before he saw you. He grunted a moment as his thoughts and heart calmed a moment.

It all had been a blur for him what'd happened. He wanted to see you and spend some time with you, you were his girlfriend and a wonderful member of staff for the team. Your role was to do admin and unfortunately, you had a bad reaction to dust, your body would just clamp up and you'd struggle to breathe a lot and your nose would block.

Usually, the cleaning was done often, but it seemed like one cadet had been slacking and the dust had piled up for weeks. Levi made his way to visit you and saw you in the office checking out files and having a bit of a coughing fit. He hurried to your aid and knew what to do to help you, but he had been a bit too late.

When you collapsed in his arms he thought his world had ended, thankfully you were breathing. He hurried you to Hange to help him keep you well and now you were recovering in a medical room. Levi once had thought there was little value to his life, but you had changed everything for him. He wanted to live so he could marry and grow old with you.

As soon he took in a deep breath he slipped into your room to see you sleeping soundly. He took a seat next to you and began playing with your hair. A lump formed in his throat as he held back the urge to cry. Compelled by his feelings, he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

A sweet little hum came from you. You opened your eyes and gazed at your teary-eyed boyfriend. "Levi?" You winced as you croaked a little. "Sorry, the coughing messed with my voice."

He caressed your cheek. "Don't ever be sorry, okay? None of this is your fault. You can't help it when you have a reaction. That room should have been cleaned and it wasn't."

"I hope you weren't too nasty to the cadet."

He lowered his head. "I said I was disappointed in them. I didn't shout too much."

You cupped the side of his face. "Good boy."

He smiled sweetly at you, his smiles were only for you. He nuzzled your hand a bit before kissing it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Come here and give me a kiss."

He leaned down and kissed you. "I guess I'll have to look after you for a while."

You hummed a laugh. "Yeah. It'll be lovely."

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Need more angsty stuff...choose the pairing. Please☺️

Echoes of Dawn

Pairing: Binchan

Word Count: 909

Summary: As they agreed on, Changbin arrives at the studio to pick his hyung up, only to find him in a worse state than he thought.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, hurt!comfort, fear of failure, guilt, chan's in need of a little love

A/N: Hope this was angsty enough for you even though I've made it fluffy as well🖤

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The studio was silent, save for the soft humming of electronics and the occasional click of a mouse. Chan sat slumped over his mixing desk. The digital clock on the wall flicked to 3:00 AM, its gentle beep marking another hour spent in isolation. Pages of notes, half-drunk cups of coffee, and discarded headphone sets lay strewn around him, a testament to the relentless hours he had been pouring into the new album.

His eyes, red and sore from staring at the screen for too long, reflected a man pushed to his limits. Each track seemed to demand a part of his soul, and he was all too willing to give it, driven by a deep-seated fear of letting his team down. They were his family, his responsibility, and the pressure to not fail them was crushing him.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated sharply against the wooden surface of the desk. He glanced at it wearily—three missed calls from Changbin. A text message blinked at him, "I'm outside. Let me in?". Chan hadn't even realized he'd asked Changbin to come by if the session ran late. His concept of time had dissolved into the relentless pursuit of perfection.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself up from his chair, his joints stiff from hours of immobility. He trudged to the door, flipping the lock and pulling it open. Changbin's presence filled the doorway, his expression etched with concern.

"Hyung, you look terrible," Changbin said softly, stepping inside, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene before him.

Chan attempted a smile, which came out more as a grimace. "Feels about right," he murmured, running a hand through his tangled hair.

Changbin frowned, stepping further into the cluttered room, his gaze lingering on the multiple coffee cups and the disarray. "When did you last sleep? Or eat something real?"

Chan shrugged, the despair he'd been fighting to keep at bay now creeping into his voice. "I don't know. It doesn't matter. I need to finish this track, but it's not... it's just not right. Nothing I do is good enough."

The room seemed to shrink with his confession, a tangible weight settling between them. Chan turned away, embarrassed by his own vulnerability. He couldn't afford to break—not now.

But then, a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Hyung, you're doing more than enough. You always do. Let's pack up for tonight, okay? You need rest."

Chan shook his head, tears pricking at his eyes as he faced the console again. "I can't, Bin. I can't stop until it's perfect. I'm letting everyone down. I'm supposed to lead, to make things work, and I'm failing everyone."

Hearing the break in Chan's voice, Changbin moved closer, his own heart aching. He turned Chan to face him, his hands gripping his shoulders firmly. "You're not failing anyone. You're our leader, but you're also human, Chan. We don’t expect you to carry all this alone. We never have."

Chan's defenses crumbled, and tears streamed freely down his face. "I don’t know how to stop, Bin. I don’t know how to just... be okay with it not being perfect."

Changbin pulled him into a tight embrace, his voice soft and steady in Chan's ear. "It's okay to not be perfect. It's okay to ask for help. Let's go home, Channie. Let me help you through this."

Chan clung to him, his body racked with sobs. After a moment, he whispered, timid yet desperate, "Will you... stay with me tonight? Just... I think I need to be held for a while."

Changbin tightened his hold, his heart swelling with protectiveness and love for his friend and leader. "Of course, Channie hyung. I’ve got you, always."

They left the studio together, the early morning air cool and refreshing after the stuffiness of the room. Changbin drove them back to their dorm, a silent promise hanging between them, filling the car with a comforting warmth.

Once inside, Changbin made sure Chan ate something and got ready for bed. The normalcy of the routine seemed to calm Chan, his earlier panic receding with each passing moment.

As they settled into bed, Chan curled into Changbin's side, his head resting against his chest. Changbin wrapped his arms around him, a protective cocoon against the world outside. They lay in silence, the steady rhythm of Changbin's heartbeat a lullaby that slowly lulled Chan into a much-needed sleep.

Changbin stayed awake a little longer, watching over Chan, his thoughts gentle and forgiving. In the quiet, he made a silent vow to ensure Chan never felt so overwhelmed again, to remind him that he was not alone in his responsibilities. They were a team, a family, bound by more than just music.

As dawn crept through the curtains, its light gentle and unassuming, Chan stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find Changbin's steady gaze. A small, genuine smile crossed his lips, a stark contrast to the tears of only hours before.

"Thank you, Bin," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and gratitude.

Changbin smiled back, squeezing Chan slightly. "Anytime, hyung. We’re in this together, remember? Now get back to sleep, it's way too early."

And in the soft glow of the new day, Chan felt something shift inside him—a relief, a release. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, it was okay to lean on others, to not be perfect. And with Changbin by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came next.

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Percy: *hurt to all hell and using his sword as a cane*

Percy: *uses tattered remains of his jacket to wrap up ludo’s wound*

Percy: *takes up the worms offer of tea because just because he can survive on the water he takes out of the air doesn’t mean he wants to*

Percy: *straight up kicks the doors open for the riddle and looks for the trick step*

Percy: *bobs his head to the all the random singing and doesn’t notice when he starts talking his finger to the beat against the hilt of his sword*

Percy: *randomly announces the castle is cooler than Olympus because at least it has character instead of useless splendor. He thinks it could use a moat though*

Jareth: *deep breath* this is fine. This is so fine. I’m so normal about this.

It’s both easy and hard to pull the boy into an enchantment. Little more than coaxing a single bite of a peach to draw him into Jareth’s power but keeping him there? It is like holding the ocean in his bare hands. Wild and untamed. Sea foam and the scream of horses. A soul never meant to be possessed. A heart Jareth cannot contain forever.

(He wonders, given enough time and devotion if that heart would be given to him willingly. It terrifies him just how willing he is to try.)

Still, the strain is worth it to see the boy at his masquerade. To see him draped in fine fabrics and strings of pearls befitting his status. To see that smile of his catch the many lights bouncing of thousands of crystals and shine so brilliantly Apollo would weep.

It is more worth it to have the boy in his arms, dancing with him alone in a crowd and a sea of crystal glittering like stars.

He is awkward, unpracticed, but he takes Jareth’s direction beautifully. For now. Jareth can feel the growing strain even as the boy looks up at him with wonder and a mischief so near and dear to him it makes Jareth want to bless him, to see what tricks this boy could do if given even a fraction of his power.

Dangerous. This little thing in his arms is so dangerous for all the fine fabric and gems try to smooth his rough edges.

Jareth loves him for it all the more.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” The boy sounds genuine, still grinning up at him. “Better than the last labyrinth I was in anyway. I’ve only been almost eaten like once.”

His hands tighten, drawing the little hero closer to him. Possessive. Protective. A whole host of other alien feelings roaring through Jareth at the thought of him hurt. “An oversight. One that will be corrected.”

The music, his singing, doesn’t stop while he speaks. Percy seems delighted at that little show of magic. It makes Jareth itch to truly dazzle him, but time is short and the tide is already pulling his hero away from him. (No mortal has ever been able to overpower his magic so easily. None have been able to pull away from him when he is trying to keep them. It is as intoxicating as it is infuriating. Jareth wants more. He wants so much more.)

“Nah, I took care of it.” He had, Jareth knew. This little warrior in his arms had the power to fell nations and yet had only caused some minor chaos to allow him to escape. “I broke the cleaner though. I would say I’m sorry but I don’t think you would believe me.”

He wouldn’t. It delights him so much that Jareth laughs.

The swell of the surf grows to its peak and already the illusion is dissolving around them in a wash do salt water and laughter. But he hears the boy still, would hear him even once he was far, far from Jareth’s domain he has been captured so.

“You need a moat. Honestly what kind of castle is complete without a moat!”

#the elf talks #pjo #labyrinth

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anxious-witch · 2 days

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Dead boy detectives characters as their big three in Astrology-Charles

Text in the pictures and more explanation under the cut

So, this, unlike Edwin's, aren't canon, just my hcs, although Charles is imo implied to be a Taurus in a scene where Edwin says Taurus and Aries are highly incompatible. Because I refuse to believe this boy is Aries and even less so that Crystal is a Taurus so.

Taurus-Sun

~ Strong will & aesthetic sense, very tactile

~ Loyal & great at taking care of what they love

~ Patient & present, drinks in life with no rush

Sagittarius-Rising

~ Wide-eyed truth seeker, lives life as a quest

- Spontaneous, adventurous, philosophical soul

~ Inclusive & generous, magnet for opportunity

Cancer-Moon

~ Soulful & deep, needs emotional security

~ Sympathetic, extra sensitive & very protective

~ Sentimental, strong ties to the past & family

So, he'd be a perfect balance of earth, fire and water in his big three. Taurus Sun, aka he is grounded enough to have a stable base people he cares about can lean on. Fiercely loyal, once you have his affection, he'd anything for you(cough like fight a demon or go to Hell cough). As a Venus sign, he cares about his apperance, but still keeps it comfortable. Hence why he looks so effortless cool throughout the series. Also Tauruses often love to indulde in little pleasures, such as food, so it's no wonder Charles complains about missing spaghetti. He is a creature of comforts.

His down to earth attitude balances well with Edwin's Capricorn qualities. Both are grounded, but when Edwin focused solely on the goal, Charles is there ti be present in the moment and notice what happens around them and react accordingly. Like with the Night Nurse, where Edwin froze, because he had no idea how to face this kind of threat. Charles was present and his protective instincts kicked in immediately.

Then we have Sagittarius Rising. I knew he had to be some sort of fire sign, because that boy has so much inner fire to keep him going. And Sagittarius is exactly that. Rising signs are all about how one is perceived, and Sagittariuses are positive and friendly, with boundless energy. One could say that Charles' statement of being "aces with people" fits perfectly here. They are always here for the new adventure and experiences, especially when they are surrounded by people they love to be around.

Last but not least is Cancer Moon. Cancers are known for having many emotions, even having a reputation for crying often, although that's not necessarily true. Having it as his Moon, that represets emotions, especially hidden ones, does mean Charles has lots of feelings. He is sensitive to feelings of others, and in normal circumstances, should be of his own. However, he, similarly to Edwin, isn't a fully realized Cancer Moon at the beginning of the series. He bottles up his feelings, hiding behind his more "desirable" Rising. But eventually, the dam breaks, and he cries and/or lashes out.

Also, interestingly, Cancer Moons are known to be very possessive, which we see when Edwin is spending time with Monty or the Cat King.

With his full potential realized(which I think, he has more work to do than Edwin does as things stand rn) he'll be a wonderful friend, attentive partner and somehow who freely expresses his emotions, both good and bad.

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #payneland #....kinda #dbda astrology #rio rambles

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our-transmasculine-experience · 3 days

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ill have officially been on T for 5 years come early winter 🎉 looking back at all my "first time"s coming out (age 12+13, got kicked out for 2, then 9 days. age 17+18, got thrown in jail for a month each. age 19+20, got ignored and correctively abused)

i never could have conceived being this happy and living how *I* want to, in a state where queers have ironclad protections encoded in law. sure, i went through some genuinely captial F fucked up shit, bein on my own (as an obvious fagdyke) on the streets in the Deep South since early 17. but im 27 now and fucking loving life🥹 and i actually like who i am now!! i have a comfortable little apartment, a nice job, with my 2 wonderful cats, and surrounded by friends who think my being trans/queer/2 spirit is the *least* interesting thing about me(most are queer themselves lol but ykwim). i dont totally recognize the person in the mirror yet (i have a full ass beard yall🤦🏽 still weird to need to shave every day) 💜but we all take different journeys, and at our pace

you hear that baby gays? it *does* get better. the part people rarely want to acknowledge though, is how much work it is to make it better for yourself. its SO worth it. period point blank. YOU ARE WORTH THE WORK. do every queer a favor, and start surviving in spite of them. start thriving and living and succeeding and growing and LOVING for yourself, and if thats too overwhelming. do it cuz fuck em🤘🏼and cuz i love you💕

also, wear condoms EVERY TIME with EVERY SEX ACT and EVERY CONFIGURATION of genitals 😭 there's a condom or equivalent for each variation of bits

holy shit. thank you for this. this is incredible.

#lgbt #transgender #lgbtq #queer #trans man #trans boy #trans guy #ftm #trans #transmasc

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cxsha-lilith · 13 hours

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He broke my heart, so why would i run back? part 2

synopsis: you're biker ex-boyfriend helps you get back home after a party. Do you run back or leave him in the past

parings: Geto suguru x reader

w. fem! reader, biker! Geto suguru, fluff, angst, modern au

previously:

he let me go because he didn't want to see me hurt.

" can i ask you a question?"

out of the corner of my eye i saw him hold his breath. I figured this is a sensitive topic for him.

"go ahead"

he hesitated at first. He didnt really know how i would react to the question he was about to ask. He swallowed hard before he spoke softly.

"did you move on? Found someone else?

i had moved on. It wasnt because of someone else, it was because i knew that i needed to move on with my life and not weep for my past lover.

"i moved on. i've went on a couple a date but nothing blossomed from them. They weren't the reason i moved on either."

His hands started to feel cold when i conformed. The fact that i've tried moving on made his heart sink. It made him feel a pang of jealousy that he had no right to feel, especially when he left you.

deep down he hoped that i would just wait around and not give anyone a chance. after one year, he still wanted me to be his. He hated the idea of me moving on and finding someone else, only because he couldn't bear the thought of me being with another man.

"That girl that you broke up with me for, was she good for you? Did she make you happy? Are you'll still dating or did you breaker her heart like you did mine? "

when we first break up, i couldnt stand seeing them together. I would see them everywhere simply because me and Geto have the same friend group. Seeing him playing with her red hair while he was talking to Gojo, or seeings her grab onto his upper-arm and cling to him. Eventually, i stopped caring.

he was stunned that i brought her up. His hand slowly lets go of mine. He took a deep breath before he decided to answer me honestly.

"No, she was just someone who i thought i could love. I could never love someone as much as i love you. and we broke up a few months after our break up.

His eyes were distant. He wasn't looking into my eyes as he spoke. It was hard for him to talk about it. He thought he'd feel some sort of guilt but all he felt was pain.

" i hated seeing you with her. everything that you two did together reminded me of us. The way you defended her name like it was your own when someone talked about her, the way you would carry her if it was raining so that she didn't get her shoes wet"

i took a pregnant pause, i felt the tears well up in my eyes but they went away just as fast.

"eventually i stopped caring and moved on with my life."

he saw the way i looked at him as his hand interwinded into mine again. He wanted to pull away, knowing how much he hurt me. but you continued to hold is anyways. We both sat quietly for a while.

my words made his heart ache. He knew that i saw how he was when he was with her, and he never forgot all that either. He never forgot how he would do anything for her, how he protected her, held her, and took card of her.

" are you seeing anyone now?"

i pulled my hand away from his. I was seeing someone. i Met him on a cafe run and we've been talking ever since. He was nice, protective, funny.

"yes, i met him at a cafe."

He felt his body went cold. The thought of you with another man never failed to make his heart ache. He wanted to scream and say that it should've been him. It was his fault that i found someone else, and he had no way to fix it.

"you met him at the cafe?"

he asked, he coudn't hide the jealousy. His hand gripped his own thigh tightly as he waited for me to reply

'i was getting coffee on my way to work when he bumped into me. My coffee tipped over and spilled all over my clothes. He bought me a new coffee and he wanted to take me out for an apology."

He swallowed the lump in his throat when i spoke. He hated how someone else would get to buy things and spoil me when it should've been him. he didn't want anyone else to touch me, or to be close to me. He hated it.

"what does he look like?"

"he has black hair with yellow on the ends of his hair. He has yellow eyed and hes roughly 6'2. He had both of his arms covered in sleeve tattoos"

he was jealous. He was upset. A tall, tattooed handsome man had his arms around you while he could only watch from afar. He wondered about his own looks. He had nothing that the other guy didnt.

" does he make you laugh"

he asked as he tried to hide the bitterness in his voice.

" he doesn't make me cry."

his breath hitched upon hearing that. He knows that i've cried more than i should have while he was with me. He still remembered how much you cried when he broke up with you over a petty reason like another girl. He felts his guilt slowly coming up to his head.

" im sorry"

he muttered quietly. he can't even blame me for not wanting him to hold me anymore. He wasn't any better than that tattooed man.

i nodded my head. i didn't know what else to say or do.

he didnt want to ask anymore questions, in fear of upsetting himself any further. His eyes trained onto the night sky as he silently fidgeted with his hands, while my hand stayed in his. he wanted to have me all to himself, even though he knew he will never have me the same way he did before.

i sighed and slipped my hand away from his and stood up from my spot next to his bike.

"i have somewhere to be tomorrow. i'll see you later Geto"

i wasnt adamant about seeing him later but it was a nicer way of telling him to go home.

he took one last look at him, his eyes were lingering on my face before it dropped to the ground again.

"yeah"

he muttered softly under his breath as he started the engine of his bike. He waited for me to start walking to my front door step before he drove away, leaving me alone.

this one is shorter than part 1, simply from the fact that i have 0 motivation to write. but i have you liked and enjoyed it.

#geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk #fyp #tumblr fyp #viral #explorepage

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seraphimcollections · 2 days

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gentle giant | Konig x medic!reader |

chapter 7

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI, NSFW, SMUT. p in v, cunnilingus (female receiving), cum eating, size kink if you squint, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!), praise, Konig is STARVED.

summary: You had finally reached your forever home miles away from your old life. It was time to start over and begin anew, but there was only one thing keeping you back. And now he was standing in your front yard. Late.

w/c: 5.2

a/n: I said it was a slow burn ok! But here it is, the happy ending everyone's been waiting for. Thank you all for sticking with this series. Happy reading <3

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Few months later.

The last few months flew by like a blur. You virtually went into witness protection after your brief stay in the hospital. For a while you moved country to country, crossing border after border to make sure Shepherd had lost your trail. You kept in contact with the rest of the team, one of the men often staying with you for protection. Unfortunately for you, Konig hadn’t been a part of the rotation. It killed you not being able to speak to him, let alone write, but you knew the reason. It was for both of your safety. So the weeks passed like this, being handed off to Soap, then to Ghost, Gaz and then Price until you finally reached your final settlement. It came in the form of a small fishing village nestled in the mountains of Switzerland. It was quaint, a small old population of former miners and retirees. The closest major city was miles off and was only really accessible by boat. Price had driven you to your new home, a small cottage on the outskirts of the remote village, hidden by the tree line. You remembered how it was stepping out onto the dirt looking upon the abandoned home. At the back of the cottage was an overgrown path that led to a rickety pier over the murky lake that supported the small village. Ivy grew along its stone, the windows covered in dust. You deduced no one had been for a very long time.

“It used to be an old rendezvous spot, back before I became captain,” Price explained as he helped you up the stairs.

It wasn’t very much after your abduction that you had found yourself before this threshold. You still had a noticeable limp in your step, indicating to Price you still needed time to heal. Even so, he couldn’t stay for long. Price entered the house first, you stepping in warily behind him. He set your bag down on the small wooden table before looking for the light switch.

“Has to be around here somewhere…”

You stepped further into the room, noting the small living area that consisted of two assumed armchairs hidden by dusty sheets positioned around a small hearth. You winced as you hobbled over to the chair, pulling the sheet from one of the chairs. Your grunt melted into a groan as you finally sat down into the chair, watching Price as he finally lit the lamp on the dresser by one closed door. With the new light you took in your new surroundings carefully. The home was in deep disarray, dust covering everything with white linen sheets covering most of the furniture. The kitchen was small, consisting of an ancient looking stove and refrigerator. There were two doors, one by where Price stood and the other across the room by the threshold. It was small but more than enough.

“It’s certainly…”

“Dusty,” you finished.

Price looked down at you and smiled, “you look good like this, sitting in that chair. It suits you.”

“Are you saying I suit this old lady furniture, captain?” You half smiled.

Price chuckled, popping a seat on the other armchair. His fingers laced together as a look of deep thought crossed his face. The two of you sat in brief silence before you spoke up again.

“This is it, isn’t it? End of the road.”

Price smiled sadly, “don’t have to sound so melancholy ‘bout it, love.”

You sighed deeply, “all this mess, because of me. You all put yourself in danger because of my stupid slip up. Hardly seems fair.”

“No,” Price said, voice hard. “We would do it again if we had to, and we, and I truly mean all of us, know you would do it for any of us if you had the chance.”

You smiled and shook your head, gaze falling away from the Brit. A heavy silence fell between the two of you again.

“You’re worried ‘bout ‘im,” said Price.

You frowned, partially hating how easily the man could read you. You nodded. Price frowned and let out a sigh.

“What if I don’t see him ever again? What if, what if he…” your voice faded.

“Don’t think like that,” Price said. “He’ll come find you when he’s in the clear. Until then, you need to focus on starting your new life and healing.”

“How are you so sure?” Your gaze found him again. “How can you be sure that he’ll come back?”

Price sighed, a small smile gracing his lips, “something tells me there’s nothing that’s going to keep that bloke away.”

You suddenly felt embarrassed that you were having this conversation with your captain, but it made sense. You and John had known each other the longest, which made all the more the sense for him to help you with the last stint of your long journey. Price grunted as he pushed himself back onto his feet, walking over to you before offering a hand.

“Come on,” he called you by your real name, your callsign long and dead, “you need rest.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Your body felt so heavy but your head was so light. You took Price’s hand, letting him hoist you to your feet. You were grateful he let you set your pace as you limped to the bedroom. Price pulled off the sheet covering the bed, letting it crumple to the floor. You sat on the bed, shoulders sagging in exhaustion. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a full night’s sleep. If it wasn’t the constant fear of Shepherd sending another one of his lap dogs after you, it was the unanswered question of König's condition. The latter was something that still plagued your mind, but you couldn’t fight sleep any longer. You fell back to the stale pillows, the moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

The following weeks felt like an eternity. Price could only stay one more day before having to return to the field. You couldn’t hold that against him, he had already spent so much time carefully crafting your escape, and for that you were eternally grateful. Before he left, he gave you a small amount of bills and some supplies from the store in town.You had tried to give yourself grace to heal, but you were quickly going out of your mind. You had taken on the challenge of scrubbing the small cottage up and down, ridding the home from its dusty sheets. Slowly but surely, it was starting to become a home. You still missed your little apartment in Seattle, but you found yourself beginning to accept the reality that this was where your early retirement was going to be. The winter months were beginning to roll in, and you were lucky to find some leftover firewood stacked by the hearth in the parlor. When the snow began to finally fall, you sat on the porch for a while, watching the snowflakes eventually takeover the land. It was peaceful, something you didn’t realize you missed so much.

However, that nagging feeling never left you. Konig still hadn’t come to find you. You wondered if he even knew where you were, and you felt useless being unable to message him in any way. Not that you even knew how, the man was an international man for hire -- a full James Bond, minus the overwhelming ego and womanizing characteristics. It was not lost on you how little you knew about the Austrian giant. He was kind but obviously ruthless in this line of work, but he wasn’t cruel. Something rare. It drove you crazy how much you yearned for him. How much you missed hearing his deep accent, how he would avert his gaze from you during those delicate conversations that seemed like eons ago. Oh but when he did, when he did look at you it felt like you were the only star in the universe. You missed how much feeling Konig held behind his gaze -- it made you wonder if he even knew how much power he had over you with just a look. How much power he still had over you now.

But still, Konig wasn’t here. And it killed you. During those cold lonely nights when the want scratched the emptiness, your slender fingers would find their way underneath the layers of quilts, under the waistband of your pants and between your legs. It was a drip in the bucket and not nearly enough. It was a brief moment that led to immeasurable guilt and embarrassment. Here you were pleasuring yourself to a man who you had no idea felt the same about you. A part of you, perhaps a deluded part of you, believed that there was something there. That all those longing gazes, the brief but sweltering touches between the two of you -- the kiss -- that it all meant something to him like how it meant everything to you. But then that critical voice would poke in again. If he felt the same, then why wasn’t he here?

This thought nearly drove you crazy but you wouldn’t allow yourself. You eventually willed up the courage to venture into the village. It was quiet with hardly anyone on the streets but those who you witnessed paid you no mind. You quickly understood that they didn’t take well to strangers, at least not right away. You didn’t give up though, finding yourself visiting the local shop to stock up every two weeks. Here you would find yourself talking to more of the locals, happy to see that your German wasn’t going to waste. Slowly you began to gain their trust, most happy to have another doctor in town. You were happy to offer your services for a small fee, grateful to find some way to stay afloat before you ran out of your allowance.

You were settling into your life nicely, much to your surprise. But that would be too good to be true.

Your ears perked at the sound of tires crunching the snow up to your cottage. You lifted your gaze from your book you rented from the small bookshop in town, turning towards the frosted window. You didn’t have any appointments today. You immediately assumed the worst. Maybe one of the children got a fish hook stuck in your cheek? Or someone fell into the frozen lake while ice fishing? You didn’t mind, the casualties around here were nothing close to what you had experienced not more than a year ago. You got to your feet, donning your winter boots and coat before leaving through the door. You peered out over the snow of the small clearing in front of your porch, seeing a truck parked a little less than a meter away. You didn’t recognize the make, it being a little newer than the cars around here. Your eyes squinted as the engine revved to a stop but the driver didn’t step out. You stood frozen on the wooden porch as you tried your best to peer through the windshield to see the mysterious visitor. The seconds ticked by and you could feel your heart begin to beat faster as the driver finally creaked his door open. You watched as his heavy boot stomped onto the snow beneath him, stepping around to shut the heavy car door. Your eyes shot wide as you looked at the man before you.

He looked no different from that day in the medical wing. The day where finally shed his shell, revealing himself to you. His roman nose, full lips and stubble beard. His auburn hair that began to gather the falling snowflakes. Those watery eyes that reminded you of a puppy. It was him, really him.

“Bar…” you whispered in disbelief.

Konig stood in casual wear, switching his tactical vest for a winter coat with a fur lined hood. He wore all black, something you had always assumed would be his everyday wear. But most importantly, he donned no shroud, letting you see his weary and almost anguished expression. You couldn’t bring yourself to move. You couldn’t trust your eyes. How could it be, after this time, Konig was truly standing in front of you like this, out of the blue? It couldn’t be. Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and before you could really think you were already walking toward him. Quickly. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, tears prickling your waterline as you stalked toward the man. You had imagined this moment countless times, but you never imagined you would be this angry. Konig held up his hands, his mouth opening as if to speak but you wouldn’t let him. You couldn’t. You crouched down and thrust your fingers into their freezing snow, bundling it up into a small pile in your hands.

“You-!” You cried, hurling the snow at him. “How dare you!”

Konig flinched feeling the snow crash against his hair, melting almost instantly. But you wouldn’t let up, bowing for more snow before throwing it at him again. Konig held his hands still, barely shielding himself from your harmless attack. He deserved it, this much he knew.

“Do you have any idea how long I waited, huh?” You shouted, the tears falling freely now. “I waited for you, to hear anything - anything to tell me that you were alive! But nothing!”

“Mauschen, I can explain-”

“Ich dachte, du wärst tot, dass ich den Rest meines Lebens leben müsste-” you stopped, not able to stop yourself from sobbing as you covered your wrist. “- alone, alone for the rest of my life…Don’t you know how scary that is?”

Konig felt his throat shrivel as he was at a loss for words. How could you explain his time away from you? How could he possibly convince you when you were finally beginning to believe that you were alone in this, alone in this feeling. He couldn’t possibly think of anything that would suffice. So he did the next best thing. Konig took careful steps toward you, circling his large arms around as he held you close to his chest. Your face buried in his coat, you didn’t dare move as his hand rose to tangle in your hair.

“Listen,” was all Konig could mutter.

You pressed against him so tightly in the silence of the wintery forest, you listened. For a moment it was only silence until there it was. A heartbeat. Trapped underneath Konig’s ribcage, hammering fast.

“Mein Herz schlägt immer noch für dich, kleine Maus.”

You sniffled pathetically, finally raising your hands to grip onto his coat. You didn’t want to let go in fear that he would disappear, but Konig was done with that, and he was determined to prove that to you.

“Come, liebling, you mustn’t stand in the cold like this,” Konig said softly.

You nodded, finally departing from him as you both walked toward your little home. You stepped through the threshold, shedding your heavy coat and boots. Konig craned his head down as he stepped through, placing his boots and coat next to yours. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the parlor, waiting. As mentioned before, you had imagined this moment millions of times, but now that the time was finally here, your mind had come to a complete blank. But one thing was for sure -- you wanted answers.

“What happened after Mexico?” Your arms crossed.

Konig scratched the back of his neck nervously. He had no doubt that you would have a long list of questions for him, and despite wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and never let go (no matter if it became “too much” for you), he would have to wait just a little while longer.

“Well, it was agreed that Shepherd wouldn’t let you go so easily, and definitely wouldn’t take lightly to his own men taking mutiny on him, so I went into hiding, same as you,” Konig said warily. “I stayed in a few different place but eventually I knew I had to find you. Captain Price was nice enough to keep me informed about your coordinates.”

“And what took you so long?” You said pointedly.

Konig gulped, “I had to tie up some loose ends before I came to find you. So we could fully start over. Together.”

Together?

The magic word. You didn’t move as Konig approached you, his gaze watery with regret and yearning.

“Please know, I thought of you every day, Mauschen. Everything I did was to get back to you,” Konig said, his voice soft but carrying the weight of mountains.

You felt yourself unraveling, faster than you could have ever imagined. You turned your gaze from him as more tears threatened to fall.

“I thought I’d never see you again, and that all those times meant nothing,” you whispered.

Konig gently brushed his fingertips against your cold cheeks, leading you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you, meine leibe. I regret having you worry for me, but I can’t help but feel happy,” Konig said, a small smile gracing his lips.

You quietly scoffed, “happy?”

Konig nodded, pressing his forehead down to yours, “yes, because that meant you truly cared for me as I care for you…And possibly still do.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Konig waited patiently for your answer. You let out a shaky breath as your hands reached to meet his.

“Then, I’m happy too…that you feel the same as I do,” you whispered.

“Can I kiss you?” Konig said rather brazenly, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He lost count of the amount of times he dreamt of your lips.

You felt your cheeks warm as you nodded. In the next moment, Konig’s lips pressed gently to yours as if testing the waters. But you couldn’t hold back anymore. You leaned into the kiss wantonly, standing on your toes to meet him. An entanglement of lips, breath and gentle moans followed as you embraced, your hands finding purchase in Konig’s shirt. Only when the two of you surfaced for breath did you pull away from each other. Konig’s hands slipped further to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You looked up at him as he towered over you, sensing something new in his eyes. Hunger.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Konig asked.

“No,” you said breathlessly.

“Gut.”

With that, Konig bent down and stole a kiss from you again, his hands finding their way under your thighs. “Jump, Maus.”

You did as you were told, allowing Konig to lift you to straddle his waist, lips never leaving yours. Konig parted from you with a small moan. He’s going to kill me.

“Where’s your bedroom,” he said, manners only slipping slightly.

“Door behind you,” you whispered.

Konig followed obediently to your bedroom, placing open mouth kisses along your neck. You moan softly, the months of being deprived of touch catching up to you. Konig placed you gently on the bed, stepping back from you but only enough for your noses to not barely touch. It wasn’t lost on you either how Konig seemed to be barely keeping himself together also.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” He said, almost as if warning you.

You shook your head, “you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

Konig chuckled, making something in your gut quiver. He leaned down to nip on the shell of your ear, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You don’t know how happy you have made me, schatz.”

His hands felt somehow warm despite the frigid temperature outside as he smoothed his palm up your abdomen, bunching up your shirt around your waist. Seeing him frown made you freeze.

“What’s wrong?” You said breathlessly.

You followed his gaze to the scars scattered on your skin. You shivered feeling Konig press his lips to your skin with soft angel kisses.

“For as long as I'm here, no one will harm. I promise you, meine liebling,” Konig whispered.

Konig moved your shirt until it was bunched above your breasts. You omitted a bra today, seeing as you weren’t expecting anyone. The sight was enough to nearly take him out, but he didn’t move. You watched Konig’s expression and it was clear that he was holding back. He was so much easier to read without his shroud.

“Bar” you called gently to him, your hand finding his hands, “it’s okay…let go.”

Konig’s eyes widened just a fraction of your words. The blood draining from his head and straight to his cock. He was barely holding on, and then you went and said that. You would be the death of him.

“I won’t be able to stop,” Konig said, his voice giving way to something else. Something primal. “Are you sure?”

You nodded shakily, leading his hands up to your breasts. Konig let out a strangled groan before smashing his lips to yours. His hands framed your face as he kissed the air out of you, leaving you nearly seeing stars when he finally parted from you. He kissed down your neck, moving lower and lower until he reached your left mound. He was on you immediately, his hot tongue swiping your left nipple into his wet cavern. He moaned as he hands pinched and groped at your flesh, slipping underneath your waist band. His fingers found your damp panties sticking to your core.

“F-fuck,” Konig groaned against you, his eyes looking up into yours. “I’ve waited for this for so long.”

You gasped as his slender fingers massaged the hood of your clit through your panties.

“D-don’t tease, please,” you whined, face turning a deeper shade of pink.

Konig smiled as he leaned back on his haunches, fingers moving back to your waistband.

“I’m sorry, Mauschen, I couldn’t resist,” Konig said.

You lifted yourself as Konig pulled down your sweats, leaving you only in your underwear. His hands felt hot underneath your thighs as he slipped between them. You were suddenly aware how bare you were compared to him, moving to cover yourself in vain. Konig reached and grabbed your wrist gently, shaking his head.

“Don’t, you’re beautiful,” Konig said, words dripping with honey.

You were sure you were as red as a tomato but Konig wouldn’t relent. Konig stepped off the bed, pulling white henley over his head, revealing his toned and fit torso. You drunk him in like the god’s nectar, committing every muscle dip and valley to memory. Your eyes traveled down to the sharp ‘V’ of his pelvis to his jeans. He palmed himself through them, your eyes marveling just how tight (and uncomfortable) they looked around his member, showing his dick print. Konig unbuckled his belt and it felt like the world had disappeared outside of this room -- leaving only the two of you. Your mouth went dry watching Konig pull the zipper down torturously slow, exposing his navy boxers stained with his precum. He was big, bigger than you’d ever seen. God this man was a specimen, enough to make Hercules blush and balk at his stature. A living god. You could feel the excitement pool between your thighs.

Konig was breathing heavily, evident on how his sculpted body moved up and down, pale but scarred skin beginning to glisten with sweat. His fingers found purchase underneath your panties, moving them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy. He crawled to you, his nose mere inches from your core. He let out a hot breath, his eyes changed to resemble the gaze a wolf would give a trapped hare, meeting up to gaze upon your expression.

“You’ll need to be prepped before you take all of me, liebling,” he growled, “Geduld, mein Schatz.”

You didn’t have a moment to catch yourself before Konig swiped his hot tongue through your folds, gathering your juices greedily. You threw your head back in pleasure, a silent scream escaping your slack jaw. Konig ate at you hungrily, moaning and grinding into the comforter. You tasted as sweet as honeydew on a hot summer’s day and he couldn’t get enough. He bullied his tongue into you, nose bumping repeatedly into the hood of your clit, making you shriek. Your hands combed through his fiery locks, pulling gently. He ate you out like a starved man, sloppy noises and moans coming from between your legs. You slick covered his nose and stubble but he wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Your back arched, letting out a cry as Konig slipped a finger into your hole, curling it toward him.

“Fuck- oh, Konig, don’t- don’t stop, god,” you rambled, thighs threatening to suffocate the man.

Konig hummed, sucking your clit as he added another finger, and then another. Tears threatened to fall as his fingers pistoned out of you at an incredible pace, the fire in your belly climbing higher and higher. Promising to ruin you.

“Agh! Wait, baby, I’m gonna-” you moaned, fingers pulling his hair harder.

“Cum for me, Maus, cover me with it- Scheiße” Konig moaned.

With the final curl of his finger you let out a strangled cry as your back arched, painting his fingers with your slick. Konig moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licked up all of you. Finally once he had his fill he lifted himself before crashing his lips hungrily onto yours. You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back, a mix of your saliva and slick on his lips he smiled. His hand pulled down his boxer and you watched his head snap out to his abs, its mushroom head red and angry. He looked so hard it hurt. Your hand wrapped around, finding it not the easiest to do with how long and girthy he was. He hissed as you slowly jacked him, moving in tune with his grinding hips.

“I need you, now,” Konig said, the last chains of control beginning to break.

You gripped his head tightly, looking into his eyes with all the love and desire you could muster.

“Then take me, Konig,” you whispered.

Konig huffed, spreading your thighs impossibly wider to fit his large body as he swiped the tip through your leaky folds, poking at your hole.

“Deep breath for me, liebling,” he sighed into your ear.

A deep breath wouldn’t be enough to numb the feeling of how absolutely stretched you were. You let out a sharp cry as his tip stretched you, sinking deeper into you. Your back arched allowing Kong to slip his arms around you and hold you tight against his hard chest. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes as your hands looked for anything to hold onto. Konig bit into your shoulder with a groan, guaranteed to leave a mark in the morning.

“F-fuuuck, so fucking tight for me,” he voice guttural. “If you don’t relax I won’t be able to last long, verdammt.”

You choked out a moan when you finally felt his hilt against you, balls slapping against your ass. Konig didn’t move, wanting anything but to hurt you but it was so fucking hard how tight you were squeezing him. Konig arched to look down between you to see where the two of you joined.

“Taking me so well, my love,” Konig whimpered. “Mm- Such a tight fucking pussy.”

Konig retracted his hips and you felt like you were already seeing white from how he rubbed every inch of you, parts of you you didn’t even know existed. He snapped his hips back, quickly falling into a steady rhythm. You were a spasming mess beneath him, moaning and clawing at his back as he pistoned into you relentlessly. You moaned his name repeatedly like a chant, one hand tangling into his locks and the other his thigh. He moaned into your ear as he ground his hips into you, grinding into your clit.

“F-fuck fuck fuck- Konig ‘s too deep!”

“You can take it baby, doin’ so good f’me,” Konig slurred, absolutely pussy-drunk.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tip bumped your cervix, making your thighs shake around him. You felt warmth rush from your core, coating both you and Konig’s sexes .

“Fuck me,” Konig growled, pistoning even faster into you. “You’re fucking perfect, Maus.”

Konig leaned back to admire your fucked out state, hair frayed, lips pink and a your eyes glazed from exhaustion. But he was nowhere near finished, but he didn’t have much time by how your fluttering cunt hugged him so heavenly. Konig’s hands moved to your hips, lifting you into his thrusts, hitting impossibly deeper. He was amazed that despite how small you were, you took every inch of his cock into your hungry hole. A crazed look sparkled in his eye as he looked at your navel, seeing a small bump every time he thrust into you.

“My poor schatz, been waiting for me to come fill this hungry cunt of yours, eh?” He smiled, proud of himself that he had the power to make you unravel like this.

You couldn’t formulate words, way too far gone. You moaned helplessly, your breasts bouncing harder as Konig picked up his brutal pace. He could feel you begin to tighten around him once more and he knew that his time was close.

“Where do you want it,” Konig gasped.

“Inside- fuck! P-please, cum inside me, Konig!” You cried.

Konig may have lost it there. His hips gained a mind of their own as he drove you over the edge, falling into oblivion with a howl. Konig crashed his lips to yours once more, claiming you inside and out. Soul and body. Your legs curled around him, trying to bring him even deeper. Konig pulled away with a heavy breath, obviously spent. He didn’t want to crush you under his weight, gently pulling out and watching with satisfaction how his seed dribbled from your ruined hole. He collapsed next to you, his arm thrown across your torso in an attempt to hold you but you both knew you were exhausted. It took a few seconds to come down from your high before you turned to look at him, only to find that he was looking at you the whole time.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

You shook your head, your throat too raw to speak. Konig’s fingers glided across your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, how could I have gotten so lucky?” Konig smiled.

You smiled, “could say the same about you.”

A comfortable silence came between you before the heavy thoughts began to poke at you. Konig could see you retreat into your thoughts, his thumb wiping away the tear stains from earlier.

“What’s wrong, liebling?”

“Will you…stay with me?” You said, your eyes searching for any apprehension in his.

Konig smiled before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I will follow you to the end of the earth, Mauschen, as long as you will have me,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you whispered, kissing the palm of his hand as tears welled in your eyes. “I’m so happy I finally got to say it.”

Konig smiled, his heart feeling so full. He kissed you again before keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you too, my little mouse.”

a/n: thank you, thank you, thank you!

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