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bad268 · 2 months

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Uh hiii, I was wondering if you could do a Colby x pregnant reader or part 2 of the one you already did, where a ghost starts to get physical with yn and Colby gets worried

If not that's ok too, no rush :)

Frank Told Us Pt. 2 (Colby Brock X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS MATE)

Warnings: Doesnt explicitly say it but implies possible miscarriage

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 1716

Summary: Someone's unhappy, and Colby finds out exactly what he needs to protect Y/n from.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 1

~~(^Pinterest)

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

“Yeah, Frank just told us.”

“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Y/n laughed as she and Kat walked back into the living room where the rest of their friends were standing. She walked up to Colby before pulling him aside. He already knew what was coming, so he leaned against the wall and pulled her against him by her waist. “We need to set some ground rules. We’re already here, so we’re not leaving before the week is up.”

“But what if-” Colby tried to interject.

“I said we’re not leaving, Cole,” She snapped, putting her hand over his mouth. “I am still capable of doing the investigation for the week, so we are not leaving just because you know I’m pregnant now. Secondly, which I don’t think you will object to, but I’m not doing solo investigations. I wasn’t going to anyway, but now, I don’t need to make up an excuse for why.”

“Yeah, that one’s valid,” Colby admitted with a light laugh as he left butterfly kisses on your shoulder. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now.”

“You’re going to have to when you and Sam do the solo investigations because I can guarantee that Kat isn’t going to do them,” She laughed with him as she leaned into his body and moved her arms to rest against his shoulder. She played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. She pulled away after a moment, causing Colby to chase her lips to keep kissing her. She chuckled lightly as she leaned away. “As much as I would love to stay here in your arms, I think it’s time we head back.”

“Can we just wait a second?” He chuckled as he let out a breath, hiding his face in her shoulder as an arm tightened around her waist while the other moved to rest against her stomach. “Maybe I just wanna hug my girlfriend for a minute after finding out she’s pregnant. Let me have this.”

Most of the week went smoothly. There were obviously times that scared the group, and they all had to take breaks, but honestly, for the conjuring house, they were all expecting worse. They got some good evidence, and they had very interesting conversations. Unfortunately, Frank did not come through much, but the group was able to talk with other relatives and spirits of the house.

Currently, it was day four of seven. Sam, Colby, and Y/n were all sitting in the attic, recuperating while waiting for the next special guests to arrive. Kat had to head home, but she agreed to pick up and drop off some food. Kat had texted Y/n a few minutes prior, letting her know that she was almost there, so when Y/n heard knocking coming from downstairs, she assumed it was Kat.

“Kat’s brought the food!” Y/n cheered as she jumped off the bed she was sitting on with Colby. Then, she turned to Colby and joked, “I’ll race you.”

“You’re on,” Colby smirked as he took off down the stairs with Y/n trailing just behind him. Ironically, Sam started recording on his phone, mainly just wanting to have proof of who beat who. Sam adjusted to get the perfect view of his two friends running down the stairs as they chased each other.

All of a sudden, Y/n felt a presence behind her, thinking it was Sam. That is until she felt a hand push her on her back, followed by heat. She stumbled down the last couple of steps. She immediately shrieked and grabbed onto Colby’s shoulders as she lost her footing. This almost caused Colby to lose his own footing if he was not so used to her randomly running up behind him and jumping onto his back.

“Did you trip?” He chuckled at first as he grabbed her hands to hold her securely against his back and walked down the last couple of steps. Then, with a smile on his face, he turned to face her, but his face dropped immediately as he saw her grimace. “Are you okay? Did you hurt your leg or something?”

“Y/n!” Sam yelled, still holding his phone recording, as he ran down the stairs to see Colby holding her up. “You’re not gonna believe this! There was a handprint on your shirt!”

“Wait, a handprint?!” Colby responded, just as loudly. His eyes darted from Y/n’s face to Sam multiple times before he led her to the living room. He kneeled in front of her, held her hands, and helped her breathe. “Was that before or after she fell?”

“She fell?” Sam asked, confused. He did not even notice her fall after being distracted by seeing such a clear handprint on her shirt.

“Did you not see it? She screamed!” Colby snapped as he glared at Sam for a second before returning to Y/n when she whimpered in pain.

“Can you bicker like a married couple after one of you check my back? It’s burning so bad,” Y/n said painfully as she moved to sit toward the end of the couch and leaned onto Colby’s shoulder. Sam took the lead as he set his phone to the side, forgetting to stop the recording, as he slowly and carefully lifted her shirt. Y/n hissed in pain again, and now Sam could see why. Colby watched Sam’s eyes widen in shock as he froze. “What is it?”

“Y/n, don’t freak out-” Sam started but Y/n and Colby cut him off.

“It’s too late for that!”

“Okay okay! Uh, Y/n, you have five scratch marks down your back. Like someone dug all of their nails into your back, and three of them are bleeding,” Sam explained quickly as he lightly tapped the top of the scratch near her shoulder blades and the bottom near the bottom of her ribs.

“You’re lying, Sam,” Colby said in disbelief as he gently pulled away to see for himself. “Holy shit! Y/n you need to get out of here.”

Colby did not want to waste any time, so he pulled Y/n off the couch and out to the car. Thankfully, they had a first-aid kit in the car, and Colby left one of his hoodies in the car on accident, but it came in handy now. Sam followed them out with their main filming camera, not recording yet, but ready if Y/n was okay with it.

“Y/n, am I allowed to record this?” Sam asked because consent is important and this is a traumatic thing. Sam was not going to push her boundaries.

“Yeah, sure, but where is Kat? She knocked on the door,” Y/n asked as she pulled her shirt off and turned her back to the boys, so Sam could get a shot of the damage, and Colby could help clean it.

“Kat’s not here,” Sam replied baffled. Kat had texted him just before the whole ordeal started, saying that she was stopping to pick up your favorite ice cream as a little treat and totally not bribery for godmother status. He knew she was at least 20 minutes away, so he was confused as to why Y/n thought Kat was there.

“The knocking. I thought it was Kat,” Y/n trailed off as she started thinking through the events. “What if the ghost, whoever it is, wanted to get me to go downstairs for this? What if I did not tell Colby to race? I would’ve fallen down the stairs and maybe…I don’t want to think about that.”

“Was this what Frank was talking about?” Sam suggested, turning the camera from your back to Colby, whose focus was finally broken as he placed the last bandage on her back. COlby’s eyes widened as he slowly turned to Sam. “Protect Y/n…”

“Protect me from what? What’s happening?” Y/n rapid-fired as she put on Colby’s XPLR hoodie that he left in the car. When she turned around, it looked like Sam and Colby saw a ghost. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“When we found out you were pregnant, Frank came through and told me to protect you,” Colby explained as they all sat or stood around the car. “I thought it was when you fell on the ice. That’s why I ran up to you so panicked, but I think Frank knew that some negative entity was going to hurt you. I’ll be honest, I don’t think you should stay here for the rest of the week.”

“How would Frank know that?”

“Maybe he heard something through the grapevine,” Sam proposed, “Satori and Cody said that the spirits were asking for us, so it would make sense if Frank heard something.”

“Honestly, I really don’t want you to stay here,” Colby said seriously as Kat pulled up. Sam took this as a good time to head over to her and explain everything that just happened, and it would give Y/n and Colby a chance to talk. “You could’ve gotten hurt and worse, the baby. I don’t want to risk that. I may have just found out, but I can’t risk anything happening to either of you. I promised you on our first date that I would protect you with my life, and I’m telling you, this is for the best. Please, please don’t fight me on this.”

“You say that like I’d want to go back in that house!” Y/n laughed nervously as she felt herself start crying as the emotions of the event finally caught up to her. Colby immediately wrapped his arms around her carefully as he stroked her hair to calm her down. “Colby, that spirit did not want me in that house. If I hadn’t challenged you to a race, I…Colby. I can’t even think about that. Colby, I’m not going to fight it because I need to think about them too, and honestly, I’m fine with going home or staying in a hotel for the next few days. I don’t care, I just don't want to go back in that house.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.”

~~~~~

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moni-logues · 4 months

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Pairing: Changbin x reader (afab)

Genre: smut/pwp, established relationship

Summary: Your boyfriend isn't exactly pleased when you wake him up so he can get you off, but you promise to be quick.

Word count: 1.2k

Content: masturbation (f.), fingering

A/N: if you can dream it, then you can do it!!!... or you can write it, at least lmaooo anyway Changbin has been giving me Problems recently, what can I say. unbeta'd, basically unedited.

You had got it down to a fine art: leaving after-work drinks at just the right moment. No longer sober but not yet drunk. Just a little warm, a little soft at the edges, a little bit giddy. And on your way home to Changbin, whom you had been thinking about all day.

He had to have known what he was doing when he sent you that selfie from the gym. It was leg day. He hated leg day. You loved it. And there he was: thick thighs on display, the sweat between his pecs soaking through his T-shirt, hair sticking to him at the edges of his face. You loved sweaty, messy Changbin; you loved his feats of strength; you loved it when he showed off the results of all his efforts.

You just hoped he was still awake when you got home.

It was a little later than you would usually return and the lights were all off when you opened the door. You sighed. He had gone to bed without you. He was asleep.

You tiptoed into your bedroom and changed quietly in the dark; you moved to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth; you climbed carefully into bed, not wanting to wake him.

Well, you did you want to wake him, actually. You really, really wanted him to wake up so he could make you feel good in the way that only he did. But you looked at his warm, curled up body, his soft curls over his forehead, his broad shoulders rounded as he held the duvet tight to his chest, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

He was dead asleep. He didn’t so much as grunt when you settled down beneath the covers. He was doing that tiny, quiet snore he sometimes did, that you somehow still found adorable rather than annoying.

So you took matters into your own hands.

You clamped your hands between your thighs for a moment, just to warm them up (your hands were always cold; his were always warm), then you slipped one under the waistband of your underwear, toying with yourself lightly, trying not to rush – because you always did when it was just you and you wanted to take your time for once. You ran your fingers across your lips, dipped just the tip into your core, stifling a laugh of surprise at how wet you were already. But it came easily when you had sluiced off the top of your inhibitions, when you’d sanded down the edges of your stress, when Changbin sent you selfies specifically designed to turn you on in the middle of a workday and you’d had to hold back for hours and hours and hours.

You circled your clit, pressure light, and you could feel your patience wane as your pleasure grew. This would have been the point at which Changbin would’ve changed tack, would’ve neglected you a little, would have called you needy and laughed, looking at you with stars in his eyes. You didn’t do that.

You chased it, the pressure and pleasure. You circled a little faster, pressing a little harder; you began to rock your hips against your hand as a wet heat rushed through you. You felt empty and moved your hand down, sliding two fingers straight into your slick cunt.

It was your body. And you knew what you liked. You’d had enough practice (solo and otherwise) to know exactly how you liked it. The problem was that how you liked it was not solo. You couldn’t angle yourself in the right way, couldn’t get your short fingers to hit the right spot. On a different night, you might have sought mechanical help, but there was a sleeping boyfriend right next to you and you were trying not to disturb him.

You were. You really, truly had decided not to bother him, not to wake him for this. It would’ve been selfish. He needed sleep. You didn’t need him to finish you off.

Except for the fact that you did. You could feel frustration mounting because he was right there and he would do exactly what you wanted, would do it better than you could. And you wanted it so badly.

“Binnie,” you called quietly.

No response.

“Binnie.”

A grunt.

“Are you awake?”

“No.”

You thought you heard him say it, anyway. It could have just been another grunt. It might have been an entirely coincidental sleep noise. You rolled onto your side and pressed your body against his back, laying a kiss on his neck.

“Are you awake?” you whispered.

“I’m sleeping,” came the mumbled reply, his face pushed into the pillow, his mouth barely moving, and his eyes closed.

“I need your help.”

“No.”

He knew exactly what you wanted because he knew you and he knew that tone. You knew he knew.

“Binniiiieee,” you whined. “Please. I don’t even want to have sex—”

“Good. Night night.”

You whined again and gave him a squeeze, pressing yourself tighter to him.

“Just please-” you began, in an urgent whisper- “please finger me. I promise I’ll be quick. I really will. 30 seconds tops!”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

His eyes were still closed but his words were clearer now, spoken to the room and not back into the pillow.

“Not like you can. Please, Binnie, please.”

There was a huff and, even in the gloom of your dark bedroom, you were sure you could see his lips twitch at the corners.

“You’re so needy.”

“Yes! I need you.”

He didn’t reply that time, so you slunk away, flopping onto your back again with a defeated sigh. It had been cheeky of you to even as-

Then Changbin rolled over, from one side to his other, and his hand slid smoothly across your stomach and down. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you quietened the delighted squeal you wanted to make as his fingers found treasure and slipped through your soaked folds.

He huffed again, the merest laugh, his lips stretched against your skin.

“You are always so fucking wet, baby.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He shook his head with a hum and lay another kiss on you as his fingers dived into your slick core. Immediately, in an instant, you could feel it: the groundswell of pleasure which promised intensity, a dizzy climax, a riptide which would land you, eventually, safely next to Changbin, sated and satisfied and sweet.

He could hit the spot that you couldn’t. He could crook his fingers and make your toes curl while he ground the heel of his hand into your clit. He could get you off in thirty seconds. He could get you off in thirty seconds and you’d be grateful for it, pleased, pleasured. You could get yourself off in thirty seconds and then you often wondered if you should have bothered at all.

You were on your tiptoes at the edge of it, body hot and alight and straining, when Changbin put his lips to your ear.

“Time’s up, princess,” he whispered. “Come now or never.”

With a shiver running down your spine, you chose now. Your back arched off the bed, your feet pulled up and heels dug into the mattress, your hands fisted the sheets, your eyes closed and your mouth opened in a silent gasp.

Then you flopped, soft and heavy, back into the bed. Changbin removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth, where you accepted them graciously, licking your own arousal from them, sucking them clean.

“Thank you,” you said when his hand had moved away, as he turned over, back to his other side.

You shivered again in the absence of his warm body and turned towards him, wrapping an arm around his middle and moulding your body to his.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he replied, already sounding close to sleep. “I’ll give you thirty seconds any time.”

You smiled and kissed the back of his neck.

“Just don’t ask me for a minute.”

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vampmorgue · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐧

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

📖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 18+, she/her pronouns, pogue! reader, routeledge! reader, jj is readers ex boyfriend, some backstory, some fluff but lots of angst, dark themes, toxic relationship, trauma bond, love bombing, language, dark!rafe and him being toxic, mentions of drug use, addiction, abusive behavior, choking, smoking, weapon: gun use, violence, blood, fighting, and jj being protective of reader.

📑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.1k

🦇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: if you or someone you know are in a similar situation, please don’t hesitate and ask for help. my dm’s are open if anyone needs to talk. ♡︎

©𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩/𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

You definitely had a type. JJ was your ex-boyfriend, and he was impulsive and would get into trouble but stayed caring, protective, and loving at the end of the day. He made you the happiest when he could. You two dated for a year after knowing each other for years growing up but broke it off due to the right person, wrong timing type of thing. You wanted JJ to focus on himself as he was losing himself for a while, and you were growing distant from each other but remained friends.

As your older brother, John B. got more involved with Sarah Cameron and brought her into the group, you soon heard about her older brother, Rafe, and the stories about him, and trouble always seemed to attract you.

From the day you saw Rafe Cameron, you were intrigued by his presence, but not as much as he was with yours.

You were a Pogue, something Rafe hated, but whenever Sarah brought you over, he didn't mind it as much, almost like it never mattered in the first place. You would notice the way Rafe would be eyeing you up and down, but not notice that he would be finding excuses to talk to Sarah just to see you in the same room, and then later at night, his mind would be going crazy over you.

When you first revealed your interest in Rafe to Kie, she scolded you like you had done something bad and told Sarah; Sarah didn’t mind it but did warn you that her older brother was not the best guy to be going after. When JJ found out about it, he was shocked and unhappy that you found interest in a Kook and was more unhappy you chose Rafe Cameron out of all people. JJ made it clear to you that he moved on from the break up to not come across as jealous or anything else and said you could do better than Rafe Cameron, along with everyone else agreeing.

"Look, I just think you should keep your options open, that's all." JJ comments, hoping your brother could at least convince you as well.

With your dad being gone, John B had stepped in to protect you as your older brother, and he hated the idea of you liking Rafe.

“Don’t you dare go to that Kook party where he is!” John B chases you out the front porch as you giggle, “Sarah! Back me up on this!”

“I’ve tried, John B!” Sarah scared to intervene, "The least we could do is watch over her at the party plus, we can have a little fun?"

"Fine," John B sighs at the idea, running his hands across his face.

You weren’t someone who liked listening to others about what they had to say, especially in your life. So as a result of that, during the party at Tannyhill, after a couple of shots, you went after Rafe, which caught him by surprise, but he liked it anyway.

“Y'know, I had my eye on you for a while,” Rafe smirks, drinking from his solo cup.

John B. saw the whole thing, which angered him, but at that point gave up. “I feel like I’m raising a rebellious teenager,"

“I think you’d be considered one as well, from the things you get involved in.” Sarah jokes.

From that day forward, Rafe had you wrapped around his finger. The more you started getting involved with him, the more your friends weren't liking it and made it known.

“Oh, god, you want to be like your brother and date a Kook now?” Pope asks, with JJ and Kie waiting for your response. "I mean, seriously, what is it with you Routledges' and Kooks these days.”

“You guys like Sarah now,” you mention, “so maybe you’ll like Rafe too.”

“Ha!” JJ scoffs, shaking his head.

“I doubt that Y/N but you do you.” Kie shrugs.

“Yeah, I will,

And you kept your word, but little did they know, Rafe had also persuaded you so you could be together.

"Listen, you and I were meant to cross paths," Rafe tells you in an optimistic tone, "so let them talk,"

Three months into your relationship with Rafe, he was the sweetest boyfriend, at first. From the dates to spoiling you, him making you feel like his whole world, and making it clear to everyone that you were his. The Pogues accepted your happiness but didn’t accept Rafe; they couldn't do it when they saw how he would treat other people. He was the complete opposite of his sister, Sarah.

Now six months into the relationship, you were aware of his addiction and had mentioned your concern about it to him before, but you didn’t want to be that kind of controlling girlfriend or anything. You also didn’t want to let your friends and brother know about it because you knew they would try to get you out of the relationship with him but you didn’t want that because you cared about Rafe. You let Rafe live his life and for a while, he got better after realizing how much he was scaring you, and the sight of coke making you uncomfortable. He would smoke weed instead, which you were completely fine with since you did the same.

But then Rafe would relapse as coke was more of his thing.

Your boyfriend soon revealed another side of himself on nights when you were with him, a darkening aura surrounding him as his eyes grew more hostile. You knew he was high by the size of his pupils, and how he was getting stressed out about the things going on in his life, especially with the pressure his father was putting on him. There would be times when he took out his anger on you by shouting at you or just snapping out of nowhere by throwing things around or punching walls. Every second of those bad nights was like torture so being with him started to drain you physically and mentally as time went on, you were now in his control of what you could wear, say, or do in front of him. Every morning, you’d wake up to an anxious feeling in your stomach because of Rafe, which could’ve been your sign to leave him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. It was moments like this, that made you rethink your life decisions if you had never broken up with JJ, would you be in this position? Were you longing for JJ or the right treatment that you weren't getting from Rafe? Unfortunately, you grew too attached to Rafe just like he was to you. You felt dependent on him, and you grew a fear of not being able to do anything without him or his approval but maybe one day the bond would break, right?

Every time you and Rafe argued, no one was around because Rafe wanted your relationship to look perfect to others, though it was the complete opposite, he always told you to put on a happy face.

You barely saw your friends anymore because of him not trusting them but Rafe barely trusted anyone, especially Pogues.

The Pogues were missing your company, so whenever your brother mentioned them coming over, you’d ask him if he could drive you over to Rafe’s or you would text Rafe to come get you because that’s how much afraid you were of your boyfriend; you were scared of him finding out somehow that you were in the presence of your ex JJ, though you weren’t doing anything wrong or planned on it. Whenever they’d ask about you, John B’s answer was always "Rafe", so they stopped asking but JJ thought that it was weird how the only time you were home was when everyone, except your brother, was gone, and if they slept over then you’d spend the night with Rafe— which he never said no to.

Even though your friends didn’t know the full story yet, they knew something was wrong when you were Rafe’s date to midsummers— you were the youngest in the group, so they all felt protective towards you, especially JJ. Though you looked beautiful, you didn’t look happy to be there, especially next to Rafe. They had tried to talk to you, but Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist the whole night basically and kept giving death glares to your Pogue friends. When you made eye contact with JJ, he could tell in your eyes you had this sense of hope; he didn't know what it was but he tried to approach you because he knew in his gut something wasn’t right and said if Rafe started something then he'd finish it, but Kie convinced him to not cause a scene, and JJ was mad at John B for not looking out enough for you, his little sister.

“JJ! I’m not gonna go to fucking jail if something happened because if I did, then who's going to be looking after her, huh?!” John B argues.

“I would!” JJ responds.

“Man, why’d you guys even break up in the first place?!” your brother emphasizes, “I preferred her with you! Shit, I wouldn’t even have to be in this position!”

JJ stayed silent wondering the same thing as he hated remembering the fact that he lost you. As much as JJ didn't want to admit to himself, he still had feelings for you, and seeing you with Rafe was only making it worse.

John B just didn’t want trouble, especially at a Kooks' party knowing their power but he also didn't want you to be mad at him or give the silent treatment if a fight broke out; he also didn't want to risk losing you completely away from home more than you already were. Sarah tried to see if something was up, and you were always reassuring her that everything was fine, but it was all a lie, “See, Sarah, she’s fine.” Rafe would go on to say but that was before he took you into a room just to yell at you for causing attention like it was your fault, though it wasn't.

The day after midsummers, John B had finally confronted you about being so distant ever since you got with Rafe.

"You just don't hang out with us anymore or never make the time for it!" your brother emphasizes.

"I'm sorry! I just..." you hesitate, "really love him and love being around him. He makes me happy...ever since Dad's been gone-"

"Don't you dare bring Dad into this!" John B. hollers.

"Well, who else is going to love me now?!" you cry out, storming out of the house to see Rafe.

John B's eyes filled with loss as he was watching you slowly lose yourself.

Now tonight, Rafe had called you sounding like he wasn't in a good mood, he wanted to take you out after yelling at you the day before, so you accepted it, hoping he was changing for the better. He told you he needed to make a quick stop on the way, and that stop was to meet with Barry. You were annoyed with him and felt betrayed in a way when he fully knew you never wanted to be around his drug deals let alone being around Barry since he made you uncomfortable. Rafe didn’t listen and expected you to brush it off, but you didn’t.

“Rafe, you know I’m not comfortable with you being fucking coked out around me, or you buying from Barry in front of me," you tell him.

“Can you stop fucking nagging for once?” Rafe sighs, driving away from Barry’s.

“You know what? Just me drop off here,” you point to the side of the road, “I’m growing so tired of you.”

“Oh, you’re growing tired of me?” he scoffs, slamming hard on the breaks, “How do you think I feel with you haunting my every move?!”

“Me? You’re fucking unbelievable! You’re the one who controls every fucking thing I do! I barely see my friends because of you!” you snap, getting out of the car but Rafe quickly comes out to your side and forcefully puts his hand around your throat.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever raise your voice at me again.” he sternly states, “Now get in the fucking car.”

Rafe lets go as you gasp for air and start coughing. You get in the car knowing you couldn’t be walking alone in the dark not even knowing your way around, especially around Barry’s area. You were frozen and silent almost the entire car ride, trying to process what happened. You thought maybe if you jumped out of the car, you could run away and scream, you needed to get away, so you took your chances.

“No!” Rafe grabs your wrist while nearly swerving into an oncoming car, “Are you fucking insane?!”

He puts on the child lock before driving back to Tannyhill as if nothing happened. You felt helpless as you slowly walked behind him with his tall figure that now seemed like a monster in front of you as he led the way to his room.

“Y/N…you know that I love you, right?" Rafe asks calmly, closing the door but you stay silent.

“Come on, baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug, “I’m just trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? … Protect me from what?!” you spat, pushing him off of you, “You’re not doing that, all you’re doing is hurting me!”

“After everything I’ve done and given you so you wouldn’t live that Pogue lifestyle anymore, you dare to act like this? Tsk, tsk.” he shakes his head as it gets silent again.

“You really wanna know why I don’t let you see your Pogue friends?” Rafe chuckles in an unsettling tone, breaking the silence, “Because I know you used to date that blond Pogue…so how can I trust you around him, hm?”

You don’t say anything, instead, you stare down at the floor not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” he nods seeming proud.

“It’s not something new,” you look up at him, “You fully knew that before you and I even got together, and you’re acting like I’m not a Pogue myself…but if you ever lay on hand on me again–”

Rafe gets in your face, “Or what?”

You push him out of your way to the bathroom. You’re on the verge of tears when you look in the mirror and see the bruises on your neck, he caused from choking you. You didn’t know what to do, whether to scream your lungs out due to your frustration or see if Sarah was home but you didn’t want to cause a scene; fear is what you felt.

Now you were at your breaking point and needed to leave, needed to leave him. You saw Rafe doing lines and he looks up at you, “If you don’t wanna see this then go hang out with Sarah or something, I don’t fucking know.”

“You’re right, I don’t wanna see this or you, I’m done.” you reply, leaving his room, “I’m done with you.”

“The fuck is what supposed to mean?” Rafe follows you downstairs.

“It means this fucking relationship is over, we’re over!” you shout in frustration.

As you made it outside, you heard Rafe scream and break something that he threw. At this point, you didn’t care you were walking outside alone, you knew your way around from Rafe’s home, and you just needed to get home away from him, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

You were glad to make it home and see the sight of your brother and Sarah asleep in the living room with a movie playing on the TV. You made your way to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

It was like a parallel between you and Sarah. You were a Pogue dating a Kook and Sarah was a Kook dating a Pogue, except now she was a Pogue. One relationship was toxic and the other healthy. Sarah is happier with John B than she was with Topper just like you were happier with JJ than you were with Rafe.

How could Rafe do that to you? Especially to someone he said he always loved but that wasn’t love. You knew that you had no love for him left in you, instead, it was hate.

꥟

The next day, you woke up to your neck feeling sore and you remembered why as you felt sick to your stomach.

Now how were you going to hide the bruises? Makeup could help but not in the hot weather. You decided to take a shower and think in there.

A hoodie. Yes, it was hot out, but you weren’t about to throw on a turtleneck so you thought pairing the hoodie with some shorts would make it look less odd, and it would be cooler by the time the sun sets. You had to tighten the strings of the hood so it would cover your neck better, and that was the best you could do.

“What time did you get home?” John B asks, making you jump, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrug, “Not too late, you were asleep when I came back.”

“I see…” he replies, “Listen, I’m sorry about last night–”

you interrupt him, “No, I’m sorry, I should’ve never stormed off like that or brought up Dad that way.”

“No, it’s okay,” he shakes his head, “I know you miss him too but we’ll be okay just like we always have.”

Some time passed, the sun was setting, and you saw Sarah out on the front porch.

“Hey, are you okay? I heard you and Rafe broke up,” Sarah asks with concern in her voice.

“Oh, you did?” John B joins in, “Finally!”

Sarah glares at him, telepathically telling him to shut up.

“Yeah, we did…” you confirm, “How’d you find that out that?”

“Well, I came home last night and saw a shattered flower vase on the floor and a hole in the wall, so I was like, what made Rafe mad this time?” she slightly chuckles.

“I guess he didn’t take it well, huh?” you assume with a small laugh.

“As far as I could tell," Sarah sighs, "I wouldn’t recommend going anywhere he might be.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss. I’m too good for you Pogues.” Pope appears.

“You know that’s not true, Pope.” you chuckle.

“I know, I’m just teasing,” he replies.

“Y/N!" Kie comes running to you, “Where have you been, you bitch!”

“Well, damn, it’s nice to see you too.” you joke as she squeezes you in her arms.

“I’m never letting you date another Kook again.” she declares and you agree to it.

You feel overwhelmed with emotions with all that’s going on, but it feels good to see everyone and then remember one was missing.

“Hey, where’s JJ?” you ask everyone.

John B points over to the water where you see JJ sitting by smoking a joint, so you decide to go talk to him.

“Hey, Jay,”

“Oh, hey,” he looks up at you and smiles, “you want a hit of this?

“Sure,” you reply, taking the joint.

“So,” JJ begins, “How come you were barely around?”

“If I’m being honest…” you hesitate, “Rafe is a…control freak in the worst way possible.”

JJ chuckles, “He looks like it,”

“I know, I should’ve noticed earlier.” you mention, "I'm sorry though, I never meant to hurt you and everyone else."

“No, you’re all good, you made it out though.” he gives you a comforting smile.

“Yeah, I’m glad that nightmare is over.” you sigh in relief.

“Why are you wearing a hoodie?” he asks out of curiosity, “I’m only asking because that’s rare for you on a day like this.”

“Why are you?” you ask back, pointing out the one he’s wearing.

He laughs, “Alright, you got me there.”

“It’s a nice hoodie though.” you compliment him, hoping he'd let you borrow it one day and he would.

“Thanks, you should wear it sometime.” he teases, “Too soon?

“You’re funny, JJ...but I wouldn't be opposed to it." you turn the other way, hiding the redness on your face.

"I'll keep that in mind then," JJ smirks, taking another hit of his joint.

You and JJ just always had that spark that would always come back, and you both loved that.

JJ knits his eyebrows, “What’s that on your neck?”

Your heart drops to your stomach when you remember. He saw the bruises since you turned your head, and you didn’t want to lie and say it was hickeys but you also knew you couldn’t use the good old burned yourself with a curling iron excuse.

“Oh,” you nervously laugh, “that’s from wrestling with my brother the other day.”

“Really?” he doesn’t buy it, “John B barely even hugs you.”

He must’ve paid good attention or had a good memory of your life because he was right.

“Damn, you didn’t have to call me out like that,” you respond, joking since it’s a way of coping.

“Well, I’m just saying and I don’t think he would hurt you like that.” he adds, “C’mon you can tell me.”

“Rafe…”

“What do you mean?”

“…we were arguing, and he didn’t like that I raised my voice at him but I was only defending myself until I couldn’t,” you answer.

JJ felt his blood pressure rise so high, but he stayed calm to comfort you as he pulled you into his arms and tossed the joint away. You remembered the times he held you in his arms when you were sad about something so that’s exactly what he was doing.

"Does John B know?' he asks.

"No,"

“Listen, it’s not your fault, none of it is.” he reassures, “Rafe has his issues to work with but that doesn’t mean he had the right to treat you like that. You don’t deserve that; you deserve way better than that and more.”

“Thank you, JJ,” you say, still in his arms. “I appreciate that, I needed it.”

“Of course,” he affirms, “I’m also sorry. I wish I tried harder to get you out of that, I knew something was up— we all did but everyone was just stuck on what to do without any proof, you know?”

“No, I don’t want you or anyone else blaming yourself.” you reassure, “I still have you all at the end of the day, and that’s the most important to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” he mentions, "We're going to have to tell your brother as well."

"Hm, I don't like the sound of that." you say, "But I know I have to."

"I know," JJ adds, "but I'll be by your side if that makes you more comfortable?"

"I'd like that!" you exclaim, and he smiles.

You two hear the sounds of a dirt bike.

“Did one of them take your bike out for a joyride or something?” you joke.

“I didn’t bring it today…Kie drove Pope and I out here.” JJ says with a confused expression.

Your heart drops once again, remembering who else you knew who owned a dirt bike.

“Fuck, this cannot be happening,” you mutter to yourself as you both got up.

“It’s okay, just stay behind me,” JJ tells you.

You both watch Rafe make his way to your brother and the others.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sarah calls out to him.

“Taking back what’s mine,” Rafe responds before looking around, “tell me where she is, and nothing happens.”

“Dude, get the fuck out of here.” John B warns him as he gets closer, “I don’t need any more of your bullshit right now.”

“Seriously, you’re crazy,” Sarah tells Rafe, “Just go back home.”

“Or what?” Rafe lets out a small laugh.

You were holding onto JJ’s arm, and you could tell JJ was getting angry just by Rafe's presence but unluckily, Rafe spotted you and JJ.

“Well, would you look at that!” Rafe calls out, “You see, Y/N? I knew you’d go back to that Pogue! You’re just a fucking slut!”

“Alright, fuck it,” JJ pulls out his gun from the pocket of his hoodie and points it at Rafe.

“JJ!” everyone but Rafe shouts.

Rafe had pulled his gun out as well and John B yelled at you to get down, so you did.

“You really wanna do this, man?” Rafe questions JJ.

JJ shrugs, “If it keeps you dead then yeah.”

“Not unless you’re the dead one first,” Rafe states, slowly moving his finger to the trigger.

You began shaking while John B motioned for you and JJ to stay quiet as he slowly made his way to Rafe and pushed him down to the ground. Shots were fired at the sky before Sarah grabbed Rafe’s gun and threw it into the water.

JJ made sure you weren’t shot or anything before he went to help your brother as Rafe was strangling him, and JJ pulled Rafe off of John B and took matters into his own hands. JJ threw punches at Rafe, but he fought back then JJ pressed his fingers into Rafe's eyes before he started to punch him again to the point of blood running down Rafe's face then JJ began strangling him back to feel what you felt the night he choked you.

John B and Pope pulled JJ off of Rafe this time while Sarah and Kie told you to go hide inside the house.

Your brother told JJ to take you somewhere far from there while they would handle Rafe, and JJ didn't hesitate and kicked Rafe in the stomach before doing so. Kie would’ve let him take the car, but it was her dad’s truck, and she wasn’t going to risk getting in trouble so he thought of taking Rafe’s bike as it added a little more taste of revenge.

After a couple of minutes, the commotion started calming down. You hated every second of it, you hated people yelling at each other, and you hated any type of fighting. You were feeling numb, all of it was happening too fast.

JJ came in, "We gotta go right now."

“Run!" you heard Kie shout as you both saw Rafe making his way towards you and JJ, who quickly grabbed your hand as you both ran towards the dirt bike.

You don't remember the last time you rode with JJ but this time, the wind hitting your face felt so freeing. An aura of colors felt like they were going inside your body as JJ sped up to where he was taking you. You took notice of the state his knuckles were in, all bloody.

Within fifteen minutes, you both arrived near a small hidden shed near the woods. It intimated you to go in the woods with how dark it was, but JJ reassured you it was fine.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask him.

“Well,” he begins, “when I wanted to get away from my dad, I would hide here if I had nowhere else to go."

You nodded at his response, not knowing what to say as if you two didn’t go through chaos moments ago.

“This is also where John B and I first smoked weed together.” JJ laughs at the memory.

"I'm assuming this is where he would sneak off to then," you mention.

"For sure," JJ replies.

"I'm honestly worried right now for my brother and the others," you admit, "anything could have happened over there."

"The worst that could've happened is someone getting shot, but they got rid of it."

"That someone could've been you!" you cry out, "Rafe was pointing it at you."

JJ looks away for a second, rethinking the whole occurrence.

"I was just trying to protect you..." he responds, "I couldn't risk losing you again if he had taken you or not,"

From that moment, you realized that the right one was always JJ. You both just needed the time to figure out the things in yourselves and what your heart truly desired and JJ had already done that; his heart desired you.

"And you did it, Jay," you reassure, feeling like your heart was screaming at you to spill out your true feelings, "just like you always have, it's you who I can always count on, and you've proven that."

JJ stares into your eyes, "What are you trying to say?"

"It's you who makes me feel safe and cared about, no matter what situation we're both in, you don't give up, and you're always there...it's you who I want."

JJ grabs your face, kissing you like he had been waiting to do that. You both missed this. His affection towards you always made you feel special, and you're the only person he's still ever wanted.

He pulls away, "You didn't have to tell me twice...I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," you smile, holding his hands that were still grabbing your face.

"So!" John B calls out with Sarah next to him who gives you a teasing smile, startling you, "It's a good thing I checked here first and yes, everything's taken care of."

"That's great man," JJ comments, acting like John B didn't catch you two in the middle of something.

John B pulls you into a hug when he sees your bruises and apologizes for what you went through. "From now on, promise me I'll be one of your first options to come if there's trouble."

"I promise,"

"I also just wanted to let you know, don't worry about him," Sarah refers to Rafe, "I got it taken care of and he's got other things to worry about so you're going to be okay."

Sarah had taken advantage of being her father's favorite so she just called him and took her side when she told him about Rafe's actions.

"Thank you, Sarah." you smile.

"So, you guys want to get out of here and do some illegal shit or?" John B asks, lightening the mood, "Pope and Kie are waiting in the Twinkie."

"Let's go!" JJ exclaims, "Lead the way, John B."

While everyone else gets in the Twinkie, you and JJ still go on the dirt bike with him now being the proud owner of two dirt bikes.

"Hey, listen," JJ looks back at you, "I know you just went through a lot, so I just wanted to let you know that there's no rush in anything between us, I'll always be by your side every step of the way and I'll be here when you're ready."

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you, JJ, I'm glad to have you in my life."

JJ smiles and speeds off as you're hugging his waist, holding on tight but JJ was loving every second of it, happy to have you back in his life as well.

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helloooo :) could you write a dom!luke with fem!reader where luke gets the idea of recording your moans while fucking and trying to get them sampled into a song and it’s just like really hardcore sex and stuff??

Five Sauce

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — What starts as goofing off with your bandmates ends in something much, much more (Kinktober Day 17)

Pairing — 5sos (dom!ash, dom!cal, switch!luke, sub!michael) x female and band member!reader

Word Count — 3.3k

Content Warnings — Smut, group hookup, strong language, doggy style with multiple members, missionary, oral (m and f receiving), spanking every so often, handjobs, overstimulation, sub punishment by dom, orgasm denial, overall filth :3

Note — Well, I definitely strayed from this prompt a bit, but I hope you love it anyways! Please request in my ask box if you'd like the same thing, but solo Luke centric. I figured this counted as some good ole' hardcore smut >:> Also, please note that my writing does not reflect 5 Seconds of Summer in real life in any shape or form. This is for entertainment only.

DNI under 18 please :)

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“You’ve actually never had a threesome, Y/N?” Calum asked you. “No offense, but you’re kinda a whore.” he laughed.

“Shut up,” You said, throwing a pillow towards him. “Some of us aren’t kinky fucks.”

“I mean, he didn’t lie.” Luke shrugged.

You chuckled, kissing Luke’s cheek. Luke was definitely your closest thing to a partner, but there was definitely some erotic tension within the band. You’d shared makeouts with all, and sometimes two of, the boys, but you hadn’t done anything further than that with anyone besides Luke.

“Who here thinks Y/N should have a threesome or moresome?” Michael asked, ever the kinky one.

The band was currently over at Ashton’s house, trading song ideas and lyrics for the upcoming album, CALM. Somehow, probably because of the talk over Wildflower, the topic of conversation had changed from the album to sex. You didn’t mind, if anything, you rather enjoyed it. You’d been in the kink scene for a while, and the talk of having a hookup with more than one person excited you.

“Oh, I absolutely do,” Ashton said finally, gnawing on his lip. “She needs it.”

“Says who?” You asked. “You?”

Luke snorted. “You know Ashton loves to be in control.”

“I dunno, Luke. You weren’t saying that after the Youngblood release party,” Calum scooted closer to the blond. “I definitely wrote ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about that.”

Luke flushed, burying his face in your side. You knew he hooked up with the other guys every now and then, and for some reason, the thought turned you on more than it annoyed you. The blond was more often your dom than your sub, and the idea of him submitting to someone else was a very pretty image.

“Fine,” You said, cutting right to the chase. “I’ll do it. But you guys have to help.” You chuckled, watching as their faces dropped.

“Are you actually serious right now?” Michael asked, his dick hardening at the scene that was practically dangling in front of his face.

“I am,” You nodded solemnly. “What? You guys are hot. Just because you’re my bandmates doesn’t mean I can’t say that.”

Michael moaned, laying himself on top of you and Luke, placed perfectly so that you could both feel his raging hard-on. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re a slut, Michael.” Calum chuckled before leaning in to softly suckle on Michael’s pale, milky neck while using his right hand to slowly palm Luke’s lap.

The scene in front of you was already making your pussy throb with excitement and you crossed your legs, watching it unfold. Before you knew it, Ashton had come to sit beside you on his large, L-shaped couch.

“Not participating in the fun, Y/N?” he asked you. “This is about you, y’know.” he hummed in your ear, voice husky.

“Oh,” You moaned softly as Ashton ran his hand up and down your thigh. “Um.”

Michael and Luke looked at you when they heard you moan. Being a bit more sublike than Ashton and Calum, they were eager to please you. Luke pulled slightly away from Calum, just enough to run his tongue across your jawline and lips, slowly inserting into your mouth and beginning to make out with you. By this point, all five of you were touching each other somehow; the whole scene was definitely leading to something more, hence why Ashton stood up suddenly, hands on hips.

“Luke, Michael, Y/N. Bedroom, now. We’ll be with you in a minute.” he said, nodding towards Calum and asserting his “dom” voice that you’d heard stories about.

Michael immediately scampered off, eager to have someone dom him and take control, but you and Luke hung back a bit, eyeing each other.

“Are you two deaf?” Calum asked. “Go.”

“What if I wanna dom?” Luke asked as he licked his lips, ever the brat.

“Gee, Luke,” Ash hummed nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you in front of Y/N, now would I?”

Luke blushed a bright pink, looking over at you. “I promise I’m a switch.”

“Yeah, like 20% of the time,” Calum snorted. “Now go.”

You both looked at each other and giggled a bit. You took the blond’s hand and led him to Ashton’s large master bedroom. Your face was already flushed and your sex was throbbing at the thought of watching Luke get punished by either Ashton or Calum. Michael had already propped himself up with a few silken pillows, completely naked and panting heavily as he tried to refrain from touching himself.

“You really are a pro at being a whore, aren’t you?” You asked him.

Michael nodded his head, whining softly. “Mmmmm, Luke.” he moaned.

Luke laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. “Awww, you want me to fuck you and have Y/N watch? Wanna get humiliated in front of the hot girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down Michael’s bare thighs.

The green eyed-boy nodded, looking up at Luke through his lashes. “Uh huh.”

You blushed, kissing Luke’s neck. “Go on. Do it. Humiliate him.” You smirked.

Luke turned towards you, pausing his seducing of Mike. “You need to be a good girl first. Strip.” he commanded.

You bowed your head and slowly pulled off your shirt, making sure Luke and Michael were watching. After you had tugged your shirt off, you turned your back so that Luke could unclasp your bra. Once he had done so, Luke tugged off his own clothes, eyeing both you and Michael in a seductive way.

“Help please?” You asked him in a sultry voice, fluttering your lashes.

Luke smirked, landing a smack to your ass before undoing your bra and tossing it onto Michael. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You blushed and then slid your pants off, doing the same thing with your underwear. Within just a few seconds both your panties and your bra were draped across Michael. The whole scene was like something out of a porn, and you knew that Ashton and Calukm would definitely be mad, but that wasn’t stopping the three of you.

“Kneel, Y/N.” Luke said, denying Michael of any attention that he was so desperately whining and moaning for.

You immediately did as Luke asked, blushing. “Yes sir.”

Luke eyed you up and down one time before smirking. “Good girl. Now watch.”

He turned to Michael and began to palm his dick, leaving hickeys across the boy’s pale, milky tummy. You couldn’t help but to feel turned on by the scene, your stomach tightening as you watched Luke’s fingers work Michael’s dick. Michael began to moan, throwing his head back and wiggling against the sheets.

“I know you can do it.” Luke told Michael as he pumped him harder.

You were practically ready to cum yourself as you watched Michael grip handfuls of the sheets in hands as he tried so desperately not to release. Luke wasn’t showing the green eyed boy any mercy and it was hot.

“Oh god, Luke.” he whimpered.

“Ah ah, be good for Y/N.” Luke told him.

Michael whined, wriggling and thrusting his hips. You crossed your legs and bit your lips, knowing you would be next for Luke if you didn’t listen. Even if he was a switch, Luke always pushed you as a dom, but you loved it. Finally, Luke decided he’d had enough of torturing Michael. He gave him one last thrust of the hand before speaking.

“Go ahead, honey. Show Y/N how pretty you are when you cum.” Luke taunted, running his pointer finger down Michael’s tear-stained cheek.

He didn’t need to be told twice; Michael immediately let go, covering his tummy and thighs, as well as Luke’s chest in thick, white ropes of cum. The boy panted as he rode out his high, grasping onto Luke’s forearms.

“Huh huh…” he panted. “Thank you.” he moaned tiredly, smiling up at Luke a sleepy, fucked out smile.

“You’re welcome. Good boy.” Luke cooed, kissing his forehead.

When you heard Luke talk like that, you immediately let out a moan, crawling across the mountain of sheets towards him. “Need you.” You whimpered.

“Did I tell you you could move?” Luke asked, raising a brow.

You shook your head, looking down at the bed. “No, I’m sorry.”

Luke lifted your chin in his hand, glaring down at you. “You will ask me for permission in the future.”

You nodded, a blush speckling your cheeks. “I understand.”

“I think you need a little punishment, honey.” Luke said, as he bent to reach into Ashton’s nightstand.

Despite this not being his house, there had been many hookups in this room, and Luke knew exactly where Ashton kept his condoms. He retrieved one from the drawer, pulling it out of the wrapper and rolling it onto Michael’s still erect cock. The blond nodded between you two before sitting back and crossing his arms.

“Well. Since you two wanted to be so naughty, go for it. I’ll join in when I feel like it.” Luke said with a sneer.

You and Michael looked at each other, before the green-eyed boy eventually bounded across the king sized bed to you.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” he whispered, dipping his head.

“On top.” You commanded Michael, knowing that would leave a way for Luke to join in which you so desperately wanted.

He slowly did as you asked, sliding himself between your wet folds and jerking back instantly, in an almost teasing way. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.” You panted out, so beyond horny.

Suddenly, Michael slammed into you in a way that you didn’t know he was capable of. He began to ride you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. You quickly joined in, the tightness of your pussy and the way Michael looked so pretty looking down at you making you so much more sensitive than usual.

Before long, you were already near orgasm. His hips continued to grind into yours, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing around the room. You wondered what Ashton and Calum were doing that they hadn’t heard what was going on, but right now, you didn’t care.

“Oh,” You whimpered. “Oh Mike. Gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” Luke said out of the blue, straddling Michael’s hips from behind. “You’re not cumming until I say so. Both of you.”

The blond immediately slammed into Michael’s pretty, pink hole with no lube or condom, making the boy cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The scene was like something out of a pornographic film. Michsel was topping you, panting heavily as Luke edged him, all three of you letting out sensual, seductive moans, whimpers, and pants.

“Gonna cum.” You and Michael cried at nearly the same time.

Luke was also nearing his climax, but he was much more skilled at holding his in and being edged than you two were.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Cum for…” Michael’s sentence was interrupted by the door flying open.

“What is this?” Calum asked, surveying the scene.

Luke immediately pulled out of Michael and kneeled, looking down at the bed. “‘M sorry…” he whispered.

Michael did the same with, quickly covering himself with the sheets and hiding his face in a throw pillow. You straightened up, trying oh-so-desperately to clench your legs. The way the boys had interrupted you three was perhaps the cruelest form of edging there was.

“Save it, Luke. You know what happens to naughty boys.” Ashton sneered, sitting down on the bed and giving Luke’s blond curls a slight tug.

Luke whined, his head becoming fuzzy as he slipped into subspace. Michael was already in his headspace, but the way Calum, who was his regular dom, was looking at him made him sink further and further in.

“I think Luke and Michael need to watch,” Ash stated. “I know they’re the ones that started it. They’re just little sluts, right boys?”

Luke nodded his head slowly, blushing. “Yes, sir.”

Michael didn’t speak, but nodded his head, giggling softly.

“Good job,” Ash patted each of their knees before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. “As for you.”

He began to make out with you passionately, pinning you to the bed as Calum stroked your inner thighs, exciting your nerves. You had never gone further than a drunken makeout with either of the boys, but you were so horny and so close to cumming at the current moment that they were absolutely turning you on.

“Look at her,” Calum said, placing kisses on your thighs. “So desperate for a cock.”

You moaned into Ashton's kisses, tugging on Calum’s curls. The entire scene was beyond hot. All five of you were spread out across Ashton’s large bed. Luke and Michael were sitting at the foot of it, completely naked and trying not to touch themselves as they watched the doms make out with you. Calum was caressing your thighs with both his hands and his lips, kissing along your slit ever so teasingly.

Ashton had your arms pinned to the bed and was heatedly making out with you, every so often tugging on your hair. “You want me, baby? Want me cock inside your pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered and nodded, tensing and clenching your legs as Calum hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh…”

“I’ll save the best for last. Let Cal have his fun. You two,” he nodded over at Luke and Michael. “Get cleaned up and in pajamas. You’re going to bed without getting off, sweets. That’s what happens when you get Y/N in trouble.” Ashton’s tone was firm, but he did press a kiss to Luke and Michael’s forehead as they trudged into the bathroom.

Ashton leaned back against the headboard and pulled his shirt off, smirking to himself as he watched Calum’s tongue edge closer and closer to your opening. The raven-haired boy crouched fully and slowly began to run his tongue along your folds, licking over your clit.

If there was one thing Calum was famous for in the bedroom, it was not giving a warning. He began to eat out without a word, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole and going over your clit. You locked your legs around his head, crying out.

“Cal. Feels so good.” You nearly hollered.

He smirked, lifting his head up so he could speak. “Need to cum already, princess?”

You nodded your head, gripping the sheets and throwing your head back, deep, throaty moans eliciting from your mouth.

“Not a chance.” he smirked, landing a smack to your ass as he ate you out faster and harder.

By this point, tears were practically streaking down your cheeks. The lingering feeling of being edged earlier, combined with how good Calum’s tongue felt against your sensitive nerves was pushing you over the edge.

“Please, need to cum.” You cried.

“I know you can hold it, baby girl.” he moaned, the vibrations just feeding the feeling even more.

You shoved your face into your hand as you cried, bucking your hips up. Calum was just making you feel so, so good that your brain was overloaded. “Please.”

Eventually, Calum decided he’d had his fun with you. You’d been such a good girl, and for that, you deserved to cum. “Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my face.” he hummed.

You immediately did as told, thrusting closer to him as you let go, your cum coating his face. Calum lifted his head up and smirked, wiping the cream from his eyes. “Good fuckin’ girl. She’s a good one, Ash.” he said to his bandmate as he pulled off his shirt.

You blushed, dipping your head as you caught your breath. “Thank you.”

Ashton smirked, practically ripping off his pants after seeing what a good sub you were. “I want you to watch while I have my fun, Cal. Enjoy yourself.” he chuckled.

Although Calum was also a dom, Ashton had fallen into the role of lead dom for this particular scene. The brown-eyed boy removed his clothes when Ashton spoke, ready to get off on the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The honey blond removed his pants before towering over your exhausted frame on his knees. You blushed as you eyed him up and down, staying a minute on his dick. He was much bigger than Luke and Michael and as you glanced over, bigger than Calum as well.

“Suck.” Ashton demanded.

You moved yourself to your knees, kneeling before Ashton and fluttering your lashes up at him. “Okay.” You smiled shyly.

You put his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the head. Slowly, you took more and more of Ashton’s cock into your mouth. You were bobbing your head and sucking him off rhythmically, giving him quite good head. Eventually, you reached the back of your throat and tried not to gag. The last bit of Ashton’s ten inch dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth you began to pump with your right hand.

“Good girl.” Ashton moaned, throwing his head back.

You began to bob your head faster and harder, matching the erotic noises coming from Calum’s mouth beside you as he got himself off. By this point, Michael and Luke had returned from the bathroom where they had cleaned themselves up and were watching the current threesome with wide eyes. They were so used to being dommed by Ashton and Calum that although they weren’t getting fucked themselves, watching them fuck you was a treat in itself.

“Oh baby, makin’ me feel so good.” Ash said, tugging on your hair and wiggling his hips.

You looked up at him and tried to smile, giving him one last suck as you felt his dick twitch, indicating his need to cum.

“Gonna cum, Y/N.” he panted.

Ashton pulled your hair tightly one more time before releasing, all of his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off his dick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling. You were absolutely exhausted and the feeling of Ashton’s cum coating your throat was making you feel beyond good.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“You’re such a good girl,” Ashton cooed, kissing your forehead.

Just as he said that, Calum reached his own climax and came in his hand, moaning loudly. He smirked as he realized the other four of you had just watched him get off and based by the lustful looks in all of your eyes, you had enjoyed it.

“That’s so hot…” Luke whispered, blue eyes wide.

Ashton pulled a pack of baby wipes out of his nightstand and pulled a few out before passing the pack to Luke. “Help with aftercare, sweet boy.”

The blond began to wipe down Calum’s chest and hand, leaving kisses along his tanned body as Michael wrapped him in a cuddle. Ashton did the same for you, wiping down your mouth and chest, making sure to praise you and leave kisses all over your body. He quickly wiped himself down before laying down and pulling you into his chest.

You two scooted over to where Michael, Luke, and Calum were laying. “Band cuddle,” You giggled sleepily. “Thank you guys. For helping me have my first group hookup.” You chuckled.

“We should get Y/N’s moans sampled into a song,” Luke suggested. “That would sell so many fuckin’ records.”

You giggled softly, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you guys. All of you.”

You got a chorus of “I love you, Y/N”’s back, which made you feel so warm inside. You and this band had had nothing but love for each other for the past nine years. Now, you were finally getting to show it in more ways than one, and you couldn’t be happier.

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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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Swim || Kinktober - Day 21

pairing ▸ zhong chenle × f!reader

now playing ▸ swim - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝you picked a dance with the devil, and you lucked out.❞

genre ▸ idol au, secret relationship, smut

warnings ▸ impact play, fingering, spitting, throat fucking, gagging, praise, degradation, choking, semi-public sex

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You should've known this would happen.

All you did was apologize to Enhypen's Lee Heeseung for bumping into him at an award show. All the fans went crazy at the public interaction, even if it was accidental.

His hand only held your waist for a second before you went your separate ways.

But your boyfriend doesn't care. Another man's hands were on you and that automatically set off his jealousy. But he knew better than to act impulsively.

So he waited.

After your solo performance, you notice your styling team didn't accompany you inside. You shrug, deciding to change yourself.

You're completely bare when you're being pressed against your mirror rather harshly. You panic, attempting to scream until a familiar man whispers into your ear.

Chenle: I love seeing you like this. All vulnerable for me.

Y/n: What's going on? Shouldn't you be sitting with your group members?

Chenle: What was that out there, hm?

Y/n: What are you talking about?

Chenle: Heeseung.

Y/n: Nothing happened. I just didn't see him standing there when rushing back from the restroom.

He hums, kissing the back of your shoulders. You moan lowly when he rubs his growing bulge against you.

His hand then wraps around your throat, pulling you back into his chest. A surprised gasp of pain escapes your lips as he squeezes tightly.

Chenle: You are mine, doll. You know that, right?

You nod profusely.

He chuckes darkly as he watches the mirror fog up with how hot he's making you feel.

Chenle: If you ever let another man fucking touch you again, I'll kill him and lock you up in our room. Do you understand, darling?

Y/n: I understand.

He loosens his grip on you, letting you turn around to face him. He picks you up and properly sits you down on the vanity.

His hands run up and down your thighs before he lightly smacks them. You moan as he massages the sting away.

Chenle: Remember that talk we had about impact play?

You nod.

Chenle: How about I ask you some questions before I engage in such punishment.

Y/n: Okay.

He smiles, kissing your entire face while his hands continue to massage your thighs. You wish he'd move them higher, but you'll be patient.

Chenle: Have you had any experience with impact play before?

Y/n: No. You're my first everything.

He doesn't realize how much that affects him until his dick twitches in his pants. He hastily gets naked to avoid a wet patch from forming.

The stylists would have his head.

Chenle: Where do you want me to hit you?

Y/n: Ass, legs, boobs, pussy and thighs.

Judging by how you reacted to his light smack earlier, he was expecting you to say your thighs.

Chenle: Answer this while thinking of future scenes. What do you want to be hit with?

Oh.

Well, that's hard. You don't truly know the terminology yet, but you'll try everything if it means he'll be with you through it all.

Y/n: We can figure that out as we progress.

Chenle: How do you feel about marks?

Y/n: I don't mind them as long as they're hidden.

Chenle: Where would you like them?

Y/n: I guess my ass and boobs? No one other than you can see me naked, anyway.

He kisses you in adoration. He knows you bruise easily, that's why he's asking. He doesn't want to get you in trouble with your company.

Chenle: Do you have any medical concerns I should be aware of?

You shake your head.

Chenle: Do you have any allergies?

Y/n: Latex.

He'll remember that for future purposes. He'll avoid buying products containing latex to not inconvenience you. He wants you healthy at all times.

Chenle: And most importantly: do you want to use a safe word or the stoplight system?

Y/n: The latter.

Chenle: Any non-verbal cues?

Y/n: Two taps on your left elbow.

Chenle: Good girl. Now bend over that couch over there.

He steps away from you, smirking when you do as he says. How cute! You forgot this was a punishment. He'll make sure you remember that.

Chenle: We'll start with spanking and work our way up. Think you can handle it?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He bites back a moan. This is the first time you call him that, ever.

He fucking loves it.

Chenle: I never thought I'd hear you call me that so soon, doll. But, fuck, that's so hot. Do it again.

Y/n: Spank me, Master.

He presses his cock to your dripping cunt, running it up and down your folds. He pushes you forward and spreads your ass cheeks before slamming his hand on your flesh.

You don't even care where you're at right now. All you can focus on is your boyfriend and his hands turning your ass red.

Chenle: God, you look beautiful like this.

He leans down to kiss your asshole, making you jerk forward.

Y/n: Please don't tease me, Master.

Chenle: Quiet, slut. This is still your punishment.

You hear him grab his belt, rubbing against your burning skin.

Chenle: Ready?

You nod, screaming when the leather leaves a long red mark across the back of your thighs. He continues to hit you with his belt the louder your moans get.

Y/n: Master, it feels good.

Chenle: Yeah? What's your color?

Y/n: Green.

He smacks you again, the leather brushing against your cunt. You gasp at the feeling, crying from the pain. But it feels so good.

He rubs the crimson flesh with his hands, leaving kisses in his wake.

Chenle spits on your pussy, running his finger up and down, circling your clit.

Y/n: Want it inside.

Chenle: Do you now? Think you can take my cock in your mouth while I play with your pretty cunt?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He smirks and kneels in front of you, ass arched even more as he shoves his cock into your mouth with no warning.

He starts thrusting his hips against your face while three of his fingers work you open. His free hand lands a few slaps against your ass while his knuckles disappear inside you.

Your eyes tear up, but you avoid gagging by inhaling through your nose as slowly as you can. You make sure your tongue glides against the underside of his dick.

You try your best to reach up and massage his balls, but with how brutal he's abusing your mouth and pussy... It was becoming difficult.

You begin to squirm and whine the closer he brings you to an orgasm.

Chenle: Are you close, pet?

You choke on your moan at the name. It sounds good coming from him. But you shake your head, too embarrassed to admit you're already gonna cum.

A scream is muffled when he increases his speed on both sides, smirking to himself as he stares into the mirror. This way, he sees his fingers being swallowed by your tight cunt.

Chenle: That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it? Just needed a little more help, hm?

That's all it takes for you to squirt on his fingers and taste his cum down your throat.

You thought that was it when he pulls away from you, but he pulls you with him and guides you onto his lap.

Chenle: Your thighs are shaking so much already.

He smacks them hard, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. He then lightly smacks your tits.

Y/n: Fuck!

Chenle: You're so fucking sexy, my little cocksleeve. Now sit on my cock.

You grab his shaft and instantly sit down all the way, screaming at how full you feel.

Y/n: Master, you're so big.

Chenle: You're still so tight. Guess I've got a lot of work to do, doll.

He grabs your hips and slams you up and down. Your tits bounce in his face, so he catches your nipple in his mouth. You scream his name repeatedly in pure bliss.

Chenle: You look the most beautiful like this, my slut. Let everyone walking down the hallway know what a cock hungry whore you are.

You try to answer, but your brain is mush and the only sounds you can make are moans ans whimpers.

Chenle: Your pussy feels so warm, love. The way your gummy walls squeeze my cock has me wanting to cum inside you.

You clench around him at the idea.

Come to think of it, this is his first time fucking you without wearing a condom. His jealousy must've clouded his mind a lot.

Chenle: Yeah, that's right. Take my fucking dick. I'm yours and you're mine. And it'll stay that way.

You nod, not being able to speak. Having sex with him gets better and better the more you explore your likes and dislike.

And, fuck, you like this so much.

You could get caught any second now, but that's the exciting part. Somebody walking in and seeing Chenle destroy your pussy sounds hot.

His thrusts ar getting rougher, so you try to pull away, but he pulls you back with a grunt.

Chenle: Don't fucking run from me, doll. I know damn well how much you want me to ruin you.

You bury your head in his neck, letting him rut into you as he pleases. He kisses the back of your ear and watches you moan from how good he's pounding your poor cunt.

Chenle: Just relax for me. I'll make you feel good.

Your body feels so numb, yet so much at the same time. You've never experienced such a rush from getting fucked by your boyfriend before, but you like it.

Chenle: On your knees and open your mouth.

He stops thrusting so you can hop off and kneel in front of him. He pumps his cock a few times before cumming all over your tongue and chin.

Chenle: Fuck, baby. I love you so much.

You swallow his cum, licking the rest from your hands after you wipe it off.

Y/n: Tired.

He brings you up on the couch, throwing your legs over his lap and hugging you into his side.

Chenle: You and I are ditching the rest of the award show.

Y/n: What?! Lele, we're both nominated for the big awards tonight. It'll look suspicious if our respective groups have a missing member.

He smiles at you, kissing your temple. He knows the risks, but he's not going to let you go immediately after having sex without aftercare.

Chenle: Let's go public, princess.

Y/n: Wait, what? Where'd that come from?

You kiss along his jaw as he massages your body to calm the shaking down a bit.

Chenle: As much as I love our secret meetings, I just can't do it anymore. My jealousy gets worse the more you're shipped with someone else.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes as he continues talking.

Chenle: Everytime you and I have overlapping schedules, I get so happy because then I get to see you. Even if it's for two minutes in a supply closet.

You laugh remembering your last comeback. It was hard to even sneak in there with all the staff running around the place.

Chenle: You don't even know how bad I want to kiss you in front of everyone whenever we have the privilege to stand on a stage together.

You feel that way, too.

Chenle: Like that one time at the end of the year festival? You stood next to me and I had to fight off every urge to hold your hand. It gets so painful the more I have to hold back.

Y/n: I know, baby. I feel the same way, too.

Chenle: And I honestly don't give a fuck about the fans' opinions. What matters is that I love you with my entire body and soul.

You kiss all over his face, a huge smile spread across both of your faces.

Y/n: Let's do it then.

Chenle: Really?

You nod, kissing him deeply.

Y/n: Really.

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a/n: i'm gonna kms... i have the biggest soft spot for chenle, yet here i am writing this. god, the delulu in me needs to calm down!!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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hanjisunglover · 7 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 - Han Jisung

pairing: rockstar!han jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, strangers to ?, write in first person.

warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, dirty talks, sex in a public place, chocking, Dom!jisung, sub!reader, unprotect sex (don't be silly guys), breeding, jisung it's kinda an asshole.

word count: 1.9k

summary: y/n's best friend loves 3racha, the band that most of the time write and talks about things that y/n doesn't really like, but she decide to go anyway to their performance, without knowing how the night would finish.

I heard about Han Jisung's band a couple weeks before the first show, my best friend just filled my chat with videos and links of 3racha songs, covers and all of the stuff. I told to myself, it's just one time, I just need to go with her to the bar, she would have her delusional moment where she starts to think that the bassist is looking at her and then done.

I choose something easy to wear, just a simple black dress that reaches my thighs, with thin straps and not a large neckline, the best for a light night in a small bar in our town.

When we enter the bar I can feel the low light and the music reach my body with a wave of feelings, I feel almost dizzy and I hold my friend's arm, "It is chaotic here," I whispers to her. She just laughs, she knows that I'm not a party girl, it's rare to see me around in bars or pubs.

Me and her take a seat, in one of the small tables with two chairs right in front of the little stage. It is not that big, it just has everything that the band needs. The music is good, I know some songs because of my friend, and I wouldn't admit but it's really good.

Han Jisung, the main singer and the electric guitarist is right in front of us, his fast fingers moving up and down the guitar and his gaze never leaving mine: i’m totally enchanted by him.

“Thank you everyone for joining us today, the last song is our last cover, Slow Down by Chase Atlantic,” Jisung’s voice is lower than i expected, I felt shivers down my spine from it and I swallowed hardly thinking about his voice matching perfectly with the last song.

I'm lost in his notes, his voice goes perfectly with the lyrics of the song, "you're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud, but I'm about to show you, baby, slow down." Jisung's hair falls on his face in a sensual way, and it seems so above the clouds that he does not seem to hear the cries of the fans excited by his performance.

My eyes can't leave his figure, he's magnetic while it ends with a solo of his electric guitar. His gaze lock mine, is a way that no one ever did. He smirks, he knows.

After 3racha's performance the music just turns in some boring remix, but I can't leave my mind from him, and as I sip my drink and indulge my friend to talk about how good they were, my shoulder get touched. I raise my gaze and I meet his, I have han jisung in front of me.

My friend seems to understand because in two seconds she moves from her seat to leave him her seat, my gaze follows his as our eyes don't stop to study each other, "it's the first time that you come right? your friend is a usual fan, but you.. you're new."

"So he does look at the people in front of him as he performs", I think with myself. He looked so focused during the whole show that I've never noticed how his eyes were looking at me the entire time, "yes, she's a fan. I just decided that I needed to go out you know, spending time in some weird pub."

"at least you didn't find a weirdo," he chuckles as he put his arms on the back of my chair, and with the other hand he finishes my drink til the last drop, he makes a satisfied sound as soon as he finishes swallowing the alcoholic drink, "just me."

"how can I know that you're not a weirdo? I don't know you," my tone it's playfully, just to see what he has in his mind to be this bold to talk with me so casually, "oh but I'm not darling, and I can show you how pretty good I am, in pretty much everything."

His not lying, in his expression I can only read confidence and lust, and my mind divides in two: I can pass the night talking causally with him, maybe even end up outside here and finish our meeting at his place, or I can just let myself go and leave the moment.

fuck it.

That's what I think as his gaze glance at my lips, my teeth capture my bottom lip in reflex as my cheeks slowly grow red, "ah, so you're a shy one, but definitely a naughty." I clear my throat as I avoid his gaze, "I'm not a shy one."

"prove me wrong", he says still looking at me, his actions are pretty bold and I can't leave my mind run on dirty imagines, I can't, I always said to myself that I can't just fuck someone that I just met. It's something that I promised to myself, I've always been pretty hard on myself, the only person that gives me pleasure in my whole life was my ex. We broke up two years ago. Two years without sex.

I can feel my body burn for the desire to be hold, to be kissed, even in a rough way, I just need someone else's touch on my body. he's totally right, I am a shy one. I'm a shy one because every time that my mind goes to a dirty thought I need to squeeze my thighs to stop the warm feeling that grows between them, even now that I'm looking at this guys, with curly brown hair and doe dark eyes I can't stop imagine the things that he would do to me if I said yes.

I never imagined myself with someone like him, someone with a that high league, I'm not for him. Jisung seems like someone that likes to be high, likes parties and be always around; the opposite of me. I'm the one that stay home, that watch tv-shows and anime, never tried drugs and rarely drinks alcohol. I'm not good with relationships, he's probably a social butterfly.

so why am i kissing him in the bathroom of the small pub?

His hand move around my neck, and my breath catches my throat, it makes me feel things that I never felt, our lips move together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, his tongue is against mine for the first time and I'm not sure if my legs can take it. it's too much for me, too many feelings at the same time. as my hands finish between his hair he relieves a light chuckles, "so innocent," he murmurs after breaking the kiss, my lips are swollen and red and my eyes are half close, his hand still around my throat pressing enough for making my thighs squeeze together, "oh I'm gonna destroy you so bad."

"p-please," I whispers feeling damn stupid to sound this needy for someone, I never been this needy, I never felt this much desire to someone before, "please what?"

"we can't do this here!"

my mind just gets clear and his hand is pressed more on my neck, my breath catches my throat again, he's being so rough that my wetness is making my panties too messy, "you're getting all wet for me, and you want me to stop?"

"n-no but," I trail off, I want it so bad, but the thought of getting caught just makes me even more excited, "we are not stopping, okay? I'm gonna make you the best slut ever, you're gonna love it so much that you're gonna just beg me for more."

His lips find their way down my neck, his hand move on my waist as I just can pull him closer, "see, you want me, little slut," his low chuckles makes my skin react with chills, every inch that his fingertips touches, my body just wants more.

"please, j-just do something," his teeth grab my sensitive skin, nibbling and biting softly, creating probably memories of our time together. "please what?"

"please Jisung, jisung just do something I can't.."

"too impatient, tell me what you want," he whispers in my ear, his warm breath makes me feel almost dizzy for excitement, "I-i need your cock inside of me, please."

"oh you're gonna have it because you're being so good to me, like my little whore," his low gasp makes me moan, I'm all wet for him and he hasn't even touched me yet. I spread my legs enough for him to reach my panties as I was ready for him to take them off but he put them aside, looking at me with a smirk, "we don't want to waste time to take them off, don't we?"

I simply nod, working on his tight pants to let his shaft out, his cock, as soon as free from the boxers, arches against his stomach, it is not surprisingly big but it's thick. my mouth watering at the view, I want to taste him, I want to have it just for me.

he doesn't lose time, moving one of my thigh against his waist holding it with his hand and the other hand starts to grind against my pussy lips, I moan breathless, the feeling after that long time makes me feel more excited that I expected. "So wet for me."

"please be quick," I whine, too needy to think straight, and he seems too impatient too because his cock slides inside my slit with one thrust. He buries his face in my shoulder, thrusting inside my tight hole endlessly. I just know that in that moment I start to moan, too loud for him because he cover my mouth with his hand, looking straight in my eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

"don't make a sound and I'll let you cum," I nod lightly, keeping my eyes on his, as his thrust start to go deeper and deeper, I feel my whole body shaking for ecstasy. his gaze moves from my eyes to my body, my hands on his chest, grabbing his t-shirt for my life.

"I'm gonna fill you with my sperm," he whispers after a while of whimpering and moaning, his both hands reach my hips to lift me up from the floor, sitting on the toilet just to make me sit on his lap. as soon as his cock get inside me again I can feel how big he is, my walls squeeze around him, and my hands finishes on his shoulder to hold myself as I start to bounce on it. I want it, I need it so bad that my mind get foggy.

"p-please, please I need to-" I trail off as my cheeks get red under his smirk, his eyes are darker than usual, his hands move up from my hips to cup my cheeks, pulling closer for a wet, long and passionate kiss. my senses get dizzy, I can't feel my legs as he shoot his seed inside me, filling me completely as I come at the same time.

the sounds of flesh slapping echoes in the whole bathroom and I just can't move from his lap, I can't and I don't want to. but his hands move on my hips to make me move.

he left me there with his number on his plectrum, a lot of marks on my neck and my mind full of memories.

note: and here we are ^^ I hope you guys liked !! jisung being an asshole it wasn't in my plans but 🤭 @lyramundana

#han jisung #han jisung stray kids #han jisung x reader #han jisung skz #han jisung x you #han jisung imagines #han jisung x y/n #stray kids #han jisung headcanons #han jisung smut #jixauro

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kekisu · 2 months

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a very popular headcanon people have (i Think its popular. at least a lot of my twitter mutuals agreed with me a while back) is that joker comes from inaba, and if youve played p4 you know that theres literally nothing to do there

so a big headcanon that i used to be obsessed with is that he would spend a lot of his days skateboarding or biking around listening to music and exploring old dirt roads.. and he ended up getting a special interest in bugs and reptiles because hed come across so many during his little solo adventures. hes also very well versed in fishing its not a fixation or anything but just something hes pretty good at

this is why i tend to draw joker like some sort of skater boy. i think hes always stood out a lot in this small town even before the false assault charge, like he wasnt disliked or bullied but he just didnt really fit in. and this didnt bother him. i think he only realized how boring his life was when he became a phantom thief and got all these new friends in this new big city that understood him despite the circumstances that led him here. like man i really used to live like that and see nothing wrong with it? i didnt yearn for more?

it makes it even more painful when he has to leave and they naturally drift apart. because they all have dreams and ambitions, and the best years of their lives are waiting for them around the corner. but joker is back in this small town where theres nothing to do but hang out in some food court or poke around in the woods. i imagine this newfound loneliness is really hard on him, not to mention the guilt for feeling like hes somehow to blame for. well, whatever happened with goro

to me personally i think goro lived. i think he mustered up the perseverance to bite and claw his way out of shidos palace after seeing that even someone like him has a chance at being loved, he just didnt really remember this in marukis reality because it was all a blur. so both goro and joker were completely clueless as to what his fate would be if they went back to their true reality, which is what was so scary. the uncertainty. he could very well be dead but how could they know for sure? i just dont like the thought of him dying before he could truly live, even though i understand the tragedy of it can be poetic, i just cant stand for him going out like that because i relate a lot to his struggles. and i think it would go against the overall positive message of p5r. sure not everybody gets to have a second chance or a happy ending, but. man. anyways

joker fully believes goro is dead though. he wouldnt be crazy to assume this considering how they parted ways in shidos palace. but it eats away at him and maybe he really does go crazy. maybe his life feels like its stuck in time and while his old friends are out chasing their dreams, hes stuck. broken and shattered over feeling like he couldve done something to save him, knowing jokers savior/martyr complex

im running out of steam and i didnt mean to ramble on about my post-p5r headcanons but, to wrap it up: goro is in rehab somewhere and has a service dog to help with his dissociation and mood swings. and a couple other stuff. he feels like if he walks back into jokers life itll mess something up like joker will just break down or something. so he keeps his distance until they cross paths again. im just very obsessed with the idea of goro getting his life together vs joker wanting so badly to chase that high of phantom thievery again but failing and being actually so depressed

man morgana must be exhausted

#persona 5 #idk might as well tag it? DFJHNJDMKSNDJ #I WANT PEOPLE TO SEE MY RAMBLE.#pleaseeeee tell me what you think i love to think about post p5r shuake <- literally running a zine about it

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Sick Surprise pt. 7 - The Party Kid

In which it’s Eloise’s 4th birthday but someone unexpected shows up at the party…

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, death threat, low key dad!spencer, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Spence? Is Eloisey’s hair done yet?” Y/N called as she rushed around her apartment. They were supposed to be at the park already but the birthday girl wanted really extravagant superhero pancakes.

In between Spencer’s teeth was a comb as he tried to wrestle the girl’s hair into pig tails. It wasn’t working out very well. Eloise was standing on the counter and Spencer stood behind her trying not to accidentally pull her hair too hard.

“Uh… yeah! It’s… um almost.” He called back. Eloise giggled as Spencer laughed quietly.

Another reason they were late was because Y/N thought that Spencer looked absolutely adorable in his little cargo shorts and polo shirt so she decided to make him feel as good as he looked before Eloise woke up.

She wore a long blue sundress and sunglasses perched on her head. “Okay, great! We have to leave soon.”

Spencer’s eyes widened a bit and he snapped the tiny rubber band into her hair. A minute later, Spencer sighed, proud of her work. The pig tails were a little lopsided but… hey who would notice.

Y/N walked into the bathroom and gasped with a big smile. “There’s my beautiful birthday girl!” She came up and attacked Eloise’s cheek with kisses. The girl squealed and giggled.

“Why don’t you get get a few cookies for the road?” She asked, scooping the girl up and setting her on the ground. The girl clapped and ran out of the bathroom.

Spencer smiled after her and Y/N turned to him. “So…”

He looked down at her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “So…?”

Y/N clicked her tongue. “My parents are coming to the party.” She nodded. “They said that they wanted to get to know Eloise.”

Spencer was calm on the outside but panicking on the inside.

“And I haven’t told them that I’m dating anyone. And I understand if you don’t want to meet them just yet but we’re gonna be showing up together so I mean-“

Spencer laughed. “Has anyone ever told you ramble a lot?” He asked, kissing her. “You’re such a nervous person.” He rubbed her cheekbones with his thumbs.

“I know.”

“I would love to meet your parents.” He sighed, kissing her again. She smiled into it before pulling away.

She buried her head in her chest. “You’re amazing and I love you.”

Spencer kissed the top of her head. “You’re amazing and I love you too.” He replied.

“And I love you for asking Penelope and Derek to get to the park early and set up.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. And I love you for inviting JJ and Hotch’s boys because I was too nervous.”

“Of course baby.”

They heard Eloise’s tiny feet patter through the house again and Y/N kissed his chest through his shirt and pulled away from him. “Okay! Time to go, Eloisey! Are your shoes on, baby?”

“Duh, mommy.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N watched Eloise and her friends from daycare and the BAU boys run around the playground. She was surrounded by a bunch of the daycare moms.

She never felt like she belonged with their group. All of them had husbands. All of them were at least 5 years older than her. None of them really liked her either and she could tell.

They judged her for not being married, for letting her kid cuss occasionally, letting her kid defend herself— Long story short, a boy had been pulling Eloise’s hair repeatedly and the next time he did it after she told her mom, she punched him in the nose and made him bleed.

Anyway, Y/N felt out of place standing with them, drinking wine in solo cups.

She got a text from her mother saying that her and her father were almost to the park. Y/N excused herself from the group of moms and walked over to Spencer who was running around chasing the kids and pretending that he was a monster or something.

She giggled and watched him. When he realized that she was standing there she waved him over. He pushed his hair out of his face and told the kids he’d be back in a little while and then walked over to Y/N.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked.

She smiled. “You’re adorable.” She told him, glancing back at Eloise who climbed up on the rock thingy and shouted like she made it to the top of Everest. “And my mom said she and my dad are pulling in so…”

Spencer smiled, clearing his throat. “Should we get Eloise, too? I’m sure she’d like to see them.”

Y/N shook her head. “Oh, she wouldn’t remember them. They haven’t been around since she was just a few months old.” She saw how Spencer’s face fell and shook her head again. “No but it’s okay! It’s fine! We’re fine. Come on, we’ll get Eloise to talk to them during lunch.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the pavilion where a bunch of people stood talking and eating the fruit and chips Penelope and Derek had set out.

“Y/N!” She heard her father’s voice and she smiled. He and Y/N’s mother emerged from the crowd holding hands.

“Dad, hey! Hi, mom!” They hugged her and Spencer stood behind her awkwardly.

She pulled away and noticed Y/N’s mom giving Spencer a judgy once over. She inhaled deeply and bit her lip. “Uh… mom, dad. This is my boyfriend, Spencer.”

Her mother stepped forward and held her hand out. “I’m y/m/n. Good to meet you.”

Her father did the same. “Nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“You guys too.” He spoke, shaking their hands because he was too nervous to tell them that he didn’t like to do that.

Y/N cleared her throat after the moment of awkward silence. “Uh… okay. Well there’s wine and juice on those tables. Also, just some little snacks things. The pizza is on the way and Eloise will come see you guys when it’s here!” She kissed their cheeks and then grabbed Spencer’s wrist and tugging him away.

They stopped by the edge of the concrete where it met the mulch from the playground. Y/N took a deep breath and smiled at Eloise who waved at her from the top of the pirate ship thing.

JJ, Hotch, and Derek had joined them, talking amongst themselves. Y/N turned to Spencer. “I’m sorry that was so awkward.” She whispered.

“It’s okay, baby.” He assured her, nodding.

Y/N pressed her lips together. “I just— I don’t know why they’re here they never have been for any of her other birthdays—“ She stopped mid sentence when her eyes glided over the park. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

“Y/N?”

She pulled away from his side and began to walk quickly towards a man near the playground.

“Y/N!?” Spencer called. He began to walk after her. He looked back at Derek, JJ, and Hotch who furrowed their brows.

The man saw her and his eyes widened. “What the fuck!?” She shouted. She got to him and pushed him quickly. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”

The man started stuttering and backed away from her. “Y/N, wait—“

“No, you need to leave. Now.” She poked his chest.

Spencer caught up to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Y/N who is this? What’s wrong?” He asked, not looking away from the man.

“This asshole is Eloise’s father.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he protectively stepped in front of her. Y/N grabbed the fabric of his shirt in her fists.

“You don’t get to be here.” She mumbled, moving from behind her boyfriend. She pushed the man back again. “You don’t get to fucking be here, Jake!”

“Listen—“ He held his hands out in front of him and stepped back. “I just— I heard about it on Facebook and I thought I’d stop by—“

Y/N scoffed and Spencer could hear the tears in her voice. “You left us and you thought you could just— just stop by!?” She shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Y/N, listen. Please.” Spencer shook his head and stepped in front of her again.

“She doesn’t have to listen to anything you say. Get the hell out of here.” He told him. His voice was calm but his face was most definitely not.

Jake scoffed. “Who are you? Some guy playing like you’re my kid’s father?”

“Someone fucking had to.” Spencer said. “I’ll say it one more time, walk away.”

He looked at Y/N. “Come on, let me talk to her. Let me just see her, Y/N. Please.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Why, Jake?”

“What?” He asked, his brows furrowing, a confused smile on his lips.

Y/N’s glare hardened. “Why do you want to see her so badly? Why, after four years?”

He rolled his eyes. “Because she’s mine too, Y/N.”

She shook her head, an angry smile appearing on her face. “No, you lost that the minute you left.” She nodded. “The minute you decided to pack your shit and move across the state? Yeah, she’s not yours and she never fucking will be. So, I swear to God, if you do not leave this park in 30 seconds, I’m going to fucking kill you.” Jake looked scared.

Derek and Hotch walked up behind Spencer and Y/N hearing the last of her threat. Spencer placed a hand on his girlfriend’s back as Jake turned around quickly and walking towards his car that was parked against the curb.

Y/N’s shoulders shook and she turned around, covering her face and walking into Spencer who wrapped his arms around her.

“Do we need to make sure that man leaves?” Hotch asked Spencer. He nodded and Hotch and Derek began to make their way towards the car that hadn’t started yet.

Spencer rubbed his girlfriend’s back. “I hate him!” She sobbed. “He ruined everything! And then he just gets to— to show up like he decided he wants to be a fucking father!?”

He rocked her back and forth as she cried and let out her very violent feelings about Jake, making sure to talk into his chest so no one else could hear it.

After Y/N calmed down, she pulled away from Spencer but looked up at him. “Am I a snotty mess?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled and nodded reluctantly. “Yes but it’s okay. We’ll fix it, okay?”

Y/N smiled but got serious for a second. “Spencer, if you’re planning to leave, I need you to tell me.” He almost spoke but he realized that she wasn’t done. “Because I can’t do this whole thing again. I need to know that you’re here and you’re staying. And if you’re not, I need you to tell me now.”

Spencer leaned down and kissed her deeply. “Y/N, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it as many times as you need me to.” He nodded. “I will never leave you and Eloise. You two are like— my entire world now and I can’t even remember what life was like before you.”

Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. “I am so in love with you and I can’t even explain how much.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After the Jake incident, the party went by smoothly. They ate pizza and Eloise caught up with her grandma and grandpa.

Eloise absolutely loved present time. She got so many new toys and clothes that Y/N couldn’t even imagine where she’d put it all.

Even Spencer bought her a tiny kid keyboard that she knew she would love. She leaned over to Spencer when Eloise moved on to the next present. “I told you you didn’t have to get her anything.” She whispered.

Spencer tightened his arm around her waist. “I wanted to. Also Eloise deserves it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I swear, I’m gonna sound proof her room ‘cause she’s gonna be playing that thing night and day.”

Spencer chuckled and winked at her. “You’re welcome.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, the three of them sat on the balcony of Y/N’s apartment on the outdoor couch, eating ice cream. The sun was setting and Eloise was curled up between Y/N and Spencer.

“You have a good birthday, Eloisey?” Y/N asked, wiping ice cream off of the corner of the girl’s mouth.

She nodded rapidly. “I had a weally good birfday.” Y/N smiled, and looked up at Spencer.

Soon enough, Eloise had fallen asleep with her head in Y/N’s lap and her feet in Spencer’s.

Y/N knew that this is how she could see her future. Spencer was there, maybe another kid, a house with a dog or a cat, she wasn’t picky. She just knew that this is how it was supposed to be.

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blamemma · 7 months

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30 maxiel!!!

things I wish you’d said - this literally does not fit this prompt at all really, it does if you squint really hard at the end, but anyway :)) - 2,072 words - yes we're out of the depressed daniel era, but sometimes u just need to sit down and re-visit it for a lil cry

In the end, Daniel has to take a break from everything. Racing. Social Media. Public Events. Every One. Michael. His parents. Max.

He buys a converted van, featuring a sofa that pulls out into a single bed, a tiny kitchen, and a shower he can just about squeeze into, and heads out along the coast of Australia. He turns his phone off for the most part, only using it for Maps and to message the group chat his family forced him to set up every two days, a small update and a selfie, so they know he's okay, alive.

He avoids tourist trap areas; he received enough sympathetic looks and kind words in Abu Dhabi, can't face strangers who barely know who he is or what he feels, coming up to him and passing on their condolences.

He drives and drives and drives and drives.

Open road. Sandy banks. Rock faces and dried out trees. Open barren land with a singular road cutting through it.

He avoids busy restaurants and sticks to quiet bars. Drinks too much whiskey and then passes out on his too small, cold, bed. Stops off at vineyards he's been meaning to visit for years, stock-piles bottles of wine to gift his mum and dad when he eventually arrives back home.

Max had hated the idea. Had come stumbling out of the door of Daniel's home, sleepy-eyed from jet lag, when Daniel had driven up in the van after heading out early to collect it.

He'd looked perplexed, cocked his head as Daniel had clambered out of the driver's seat.

"What is this Daniel?" Max had asked. He'd walked forward to Daniel, still in his sleep clothes, an over-sized Enchanté shirt and tight boxers, arms lifted a little higher than his waist, looking to curl into the side of Daniel's body in the early morning sun that was already blisteringly hot.

"It's my van," Daniel replied. "I'm going to go away for a bit."

Max stopped in his tracks, his hands instantly forming fists at his sides, before stretching out his fingers again.

"What?" He asked again.

"I'm gunna go away for a bit Maxy. Just me. And the Australian Road. Get my head straight."

"No," Max had responded. Daniel knew this would be Max's reaction. It's why Daniel hadn't told him beforehand, had kept the secret since Brazil, an impulse purchase after he'd crashed out in his second-to-last race. "We have just got here Daniel. You are not going to go away on your own. You can stay here or I will come with you!"

Despite Max's defiant attitude, Daniel had won. He'd left Max at his home in Perth, the first time he'd visited as Daniel's boyfriend, a promise of barbeques with family and chasing each other on dirt bikes forgotten. They'd argued, they'd cried, they'd pleaded with each other to understand, but ultimately, Daniel's mind was set.

He hasn't spoken to Max in two-and-a-half weeks now. Doesn't know what he'd say. I miss you. Your love isn't good enough to fix me. I love you. I can't stand the way you pity me.

He doesn't even know if Max is still in Perth. He wouldn't blame him if he'd gone back to Monaco.

His decision had been finalised when his Mum and Dad had arrived in Abu Dhabi. The tears prickling at the corner of his mum's eyes as she'd pulled him in sent guilt washing over him. He'd failed. They'd sacrificed everything for him to drive. And he couldn't give them the one thing they deserved. A Championship.

He'd marked Exmouth as his stopping point, where he'd turn around and head back home, but he arrives, camps under the stars for two days, rents a boat and sits for hours with a fishing rod that's never successful and still doesn't feel complete. Whole. He'd imagined, in the days between Brazil and Abu Dhabi, that this would fix him. That a solo trip would give him all the answers. Show him whether he's happy with this being the end, or driven to find a way back.

Instead, he just feels lost and alone.

He clambers back into his van, pulls out the beaten-up map that came with the vehicle and tries to pick a new place to go. No where strikes inspiration in him though. The big bold lettering of PERTH near the bottom of the map taunts him over and over again and he scrunches the map up, throwing it at the windshield.

Across from where he's parked, just across his van on a grassed area sits a family, at a picnic bench, fitted with a barbeque. Two dads sat side by side, a young son and daughter sat opposite them. Daniel can't tear his eyes away from them, as the kids sit eagerly awaiting their dinner, laughing, conversing. They're happy.

He'd promised Isaac and Isabella in Abu Dhabi that when they got back to Perth, they could come round to his house, and they'd spend hours in the pool and have a large barbeque, and end the night around the fire with smores.

Instead, he'd been too chicken to say goodbye to them.

He'd promised Max that he'd take him hiking at his favourite spot. Take him out on a date to his favourite Italian restaurant. Promised trips to the farmers market, and out for brunch, and endless beach days. Promised him a winter break of relaxation. A Christmas at Daniel's parents, one filled with sunshine and shorts and a mountain of presents.

Instead, he'd made Max fly all the way out here, and then abandoned him. The guilt hadn't left him, not since he'd pulled out of his dusted driveway and away from Max.

He props his feet upon the dash and watches the family as they move about their evening. Burgers eaten far too quickly by the children. A plea from their fathers to at least try the salad they'd purchased. A rugby ball emerging from their bag that they kick around and throw to each other. Small gentle kisses shared between partners, an arm around the waist, one thrown around the shoulder. Kids piling on top of their dads as they fall to the ground in a tackle. Laughter. So much laughter. And joy. And happiness.

Daniel calls Max.

It rings and rings and rings. Then Max's voicemail sets in. Daniel tries again. It rings and rings and rings. He puts his phone down on the seat and starts his engine. He'll follow a road somewhere.

His phone rings. A photo of Max curled up asleep in the sheets of their Monaco bedroom fills the screen.

He answers immediately, clutching the phone to his ear. It's silent on the other end of the line.

"Max?" Daniel asks gently.

"Daniel," Max repeats back to him.

"Max." Daniel says again. "I miss you, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, and I'm just so lonely and I hope you're okay, please tell me you're still okay. Are you still in Perth? I'm so sorry Max. I'm gunna drive home. Yeah? I'm gunna drive back okay. You'll be there right? When I get home? I'll make this up to you. Okay--I'll drive home tonight and then tomorrow we can do whatever you want. Whatever you want. " He's crying, and his words are coming out so fast, but the simple sound of Max's voice, the Dutch intonation speaking his own name, collapses him.

"Where are you?" Max asks. Daniel can hear his voice quiver on the other end of the line and a fresh wave of guilt washes over him. He should be there right now, Max shouldn't be feeling this way.

"I'm in Exmouth, it's almost at the tip of Western Australia. So it's about 13 hours to Perth but I can drive through the night Maxy, and then I'll be back home tomorrow. Yeah? Does that sound good?" Daniel selfishly, wants Max to beg him to come home, tell him how much he's missed him, and needs him. Daniel can't even tell if Max is still in Perth, too scared to outright ask.

"You should get some sleep Daniel. And then come home. You should not drive through the night you might crash. And then I will not be able to shout at you for all the horrible things you have done and I will have to attend your funeral with all these unresolved issues of course, so probably my speech would not be that good." The glimmer of teasing that comes through in Max's voice makes Daniel clutch at his chest in want.

"Yeah, okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" Daniel asks.

"Yes Daniel. Come home. I will cook dinner for you when you get back. We can have a lovely evening."

"Sounds good. I love you." Daniel responds.

"I love you also." Max says, and Daniel has to hang up quickly before Max catches on to his desperate sobs.

---

He does what Max asks, and sleeps. Not very well, and not for very long, but the next morning, he starts the van up at 5am and drives, joins the open road and heads home. He turns the stereo up, his Max playlist on loud and proud, singing along to the lines that resonate most to him. Whenever he stops off for fuel, and snacks, he texts Max, updating him on his journey and when he'll be home. Max responds to Daniel's first message, when he'd left Max know that he was leaving Exmouth, with Drive safe ❤️, the second message with See you soon! 😁 and the third message with I hope your bum is not feeling too numb!

He pulls up onto his track road and into his driveway just after 8pm and is greeted with a house decorated and ready for Christmas. Lights strung across the porch, pretend Snowman's just beside the front door, mistletoe hanging from above the entranceway. Max had put out all his Christmas decorations from years past.

He's already crying as he fumbles to undo his seatbelt, and stumbles out the drivers door.

The tears start falling when he sees Max running out of the front door towards him, jumping over the steps of the porch and bounding towards Daniel. Max stumbles into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around Daniel and pulling him into him. Daniel collapses into him, exhaustion and want and love all seeping out of him.

"Your mum showed me where all the Christmas decorations were kept last week. I asked her if she could show me. I thought that maybe if you would come home, it would be nice for you to come home to." Max finally says, his voice shaking, speaking into Daniel's neck. "Isaac and Isabella helped. They kept on asking where you were. And I didn't have an answer for them Daniel. I had to tell them that you'd gone on a trip. And then they would ask when you were coming back and I would say I do not know. And then they would ask if we could go and join you and I said I do not think we can. You were cruel, Daniel. You were so cruel."

Daniel finally wraps his arms around Max, kisses the crown of his head and cries with him.

"I'm better now Max, I promise you, I am better." He whispers into his hair. Max's grip around his waist gets tighter, pulling him impossibly closer.

"You never said you were bad, Daniel. I could tell and I tried to help, but you would always shut me down. You never said--"

"I know baby, I know. I'm so sorry."

Max's hand comes to the back of Daniel's neck, holding him tight, his fingers moving through his hair. It's all Daniel needs, he's realised. Is Max. Is Family. Is simple moments.

They both stand there, crying, in each other's arms, birds singing above them, the last remnants of the evening sun warming their backs, until Max, pulls away, intertwining his hand into Daniel's.

"You have to come inside now and eat," Max insists, stepping forward and tugging Daniel's arm. "Your mum has been giving me food every few days and I think that Brad is going to have to work overtime."

Daniel laughs then, his first proper, from-the-gut, endearing, happy laugh, in a long time. Max watches him, the way his eyes light up and his broad smile make up his whole face.

Daniel's back.

Daniel's home.

#this is like....something.....lots of holes that should have way more details probably but yeah #western australia tourism ad inspired with a big splash of depressed mclaren daniel era sprinkled in :))#dr #mv #maxiel #my fic

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Hey I'm not too sure whether you are open for requests but I'll just leave it here anyway because I just absolutely LOVE the way you write mythical creatures and demons. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ Each and every one of your works were just devoured by me in mere hours after I found your profile. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Especially the one with Chase the tentacle monster. Yum. (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)✨

So I was wondering if it would be possible to write a drabble or smut of a yandere maedar. They are a bit lesser known Greek mythical creatures and are basically the male versions of gorgons. (Just in case you didn't know)

The fact about their loyalty to their mates is what made me wonder about them.

I had never heard of these before you sent this, but I love the idea of a male version of a gorgon. I immediately got attached to the idea of Rohan having tattoos on his head of snakes in honor of his sisters, which then made me visualize him as this total pierced up sort of biker badass! Thanks for sending me this, it's so interesting to do unique monsters.

Maeder (Rohan) x female reader

Word Count: almost 3k

W: nsfw monster smut, vaginal sex, some bullying and brief discussion of suicide, mention of yandere activities

“Rohan, stop hissing at him,” you chided your security guard.

“Hsssss!” he hissed louder, bearing his fangs this time.

The skinny man in the suit holding an 8.5x11 glossy of you with your cello might have pissed himself and practically tripped over his own feet running away.

Rohan was a pretty intimidating visage, that’s why your mother/manager had hired him to be your security guard. At eight feet tall and probably 500 lbs, the Maeder had a bald head covered with writhing tattoos of snakes bearing their fangs.

Venom dripped from their teeth, a vivid gold compared to his gray skin. Gold studs pierced his face above his eyebrow and a gold septum piercing hung in his nose. He didn’t look like the type of guy you wanted to fuck with.

You swatted his arm and his gold, reptilian eyes flicked to you.

“My job is security Miss (Y/N),” he growled, “these groupies are dangerous.”

“I think they are just harmless fans,” you assured him, rolling your eyes.

He grunted. Rohan didn’t think anyone was harmless, except maybe you. He saw the sick letters you got from psychos when he went through your mail. Any one of these “harmless fans” could be a serious threat. Your phone rang and you sighed, answering it.

“Hello mother,” you said, tightly into the phone.

“Where was your head at (Y/N)?” she snapped, “you won't get another sponsorship with that kind of performance. Have you been out partying too much?”

You huffed.

“Mother, you know where I’ve been…all I ever do is practice,” you grumbled at her as you made your way through the back of the concert hall with Rohan leading the way.

He guided you to a sleek limousine and helped you in. You always felt bad for how he had to crouch in these things to fit, but your mother ordered the cars and she didn’t take his comfort into consideration.

“Ugh,” you groaned, crumpling once you were inside. You loved the cello, but you hated the celebrity of it all. Your mother was a marketing genius and had helped you build a fabulous career, but now you wished you could just work on movie soundtracks at home instead of these public recitals she made you do. She wanted to expand your career, make you into a pop star or something.

You’d recorded two solo albums, composed the soundtrack to a popular video game, and appeared on the cover of a popular ladies’ magazine. Still, as successful as she’d made you, you didn’t get the scheme. You were just a nerdy girl who was good at one thing, playing the cello, not some flashy celebrity. You weren’t exceptionally gorgeous or crazy fit like she seemed to want you to be.

“Well you aren’t practicing enough,” she snapped, “and what are you eating? You look like a pig! I’m hiring you another trainer, that asshole obviously isn’t doing his job.”

You rubbed your eyes, probably smearing makeup all over your cheeks, but you didn’t care. Listening to her talk was like melting your face with an iron.

“Are you on your way home?” she snarled, “make sure you put some ice on your face before you go to sleep. You had bags under your eyes. You can’t go out there looking like a trash bin, (Y/N). I’ve got you an appointment scheduled for Botox next week and then we’ll start looking into a boob job.”

You put the phone on the car seat and closed your eyes, ignoring her prattling. She was going on about Botox options and body shaping. There was nothing wrong with your face and you didn’t need to go on a diet or get surgery. You needed to figure out how to unlink yourself from being your mother’s project. Maybe she could manage a celebrity puppy…though you hated to put anyone, even a dog, through her version of management. She’d probably make the puppy get leg lengthening surgery or something.

At some point Rohan just hit the red button to end the call. She’d go on for a while without even noticing you’d hung up if she ever noticed at all. Usually she just gave you some curt order about your diet or skincare routine before hanging up herself. You shot him a grateful glance.

“She’s just using you, you know,” he said, fiddling with a knife at his knee.

He was always so stoic except when he had something to say, which wasn’t often. Then he was nervous, even though his voice was deep and commanding.

“I know…but all this wouldn’t exist without her,” you said, waving vaguely at the expensive dress you were wearing, the limousine, your $10,000 cello, and even him, “It’s kind of a trade, isn’t it?”

He frowned.

“Usually trades are consensual,” he growled, waving back at you, “all this wouldn’t exist without you.”

“Mmm,” you said, “I guess. I could leave if I wanted, but where would I go?”

He snorted.

“You can’t actually,” he smiled darkly, “why do you think I’m paid so much?”

You looked at him blankly.

“What? My mother is paying you to keep me from running away?” you asked.

He nodded, his eyes trained on you, reading your expression.

“You’re her golden goose,” he said, “she was worried you’d fall in love with some tech mogul and want to quit. You’re the talented, beautiful genius, you’ll be just fine, but what about her? To keep her living in the way she’s grown accustomed to, she hired me to handle those sorts of things. Discourage suitors…report back to her on your relationships…Get rid of anyone who gets too close…all of that.”

He pulled out his phone and held up a screen with a notepad app full of dates and times.

“I’m supposed to be collecting data on your emotional state so she can use it to declare you unfit to manage your own estate,” he went on.

Your eyes widened.

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked.

He shrugged and didn’t say anything else, looking away and shoving his phone back in his pocket. You glanced out the window at the city going by and frowned, tears pricking your eyes. Though you were hurt and felt betrayed, you didn’t get to be a nationally acclaimed cellist because you were weak of spirit. You took a deep breath and looked out the window, centering yourself.

“So I’ve really been a prisoner all along,” you murmured, seeing the tall buildings blurring together as prison bars, “aren’t you afraid now that I know, I’ll try to get away?”

He barked out a somber laugh and you supposed that was your answer. He was paid to make sure that didn’t happen and just by looking at him you could tell there wasn’t much hope.

Rohan pulled off his jacket and covered you with it as you made your way into your building to avoid the flashing lights of the few paparazzi posted outside. By your mother’s standards, you looked horrible. If she saw you on some blog with makeup smeared all over your face she would have a conniption fit.

For a moment you were surrounded with the scent of him and his cologne. He smelled a bit spicy. When you reached the top floor you wandered out onto your balcony, kicking your heels off behind you and looking out over the city. It was hard to feel like a prisoner up here, looking down at the rooftops. You leaned out, clutching the balustrade and took a deep breath in.

Thick warm hands, suddenly wrapped around you and you started.

“Don’t jump,” Rohan’s deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You spat out a dry laugh.

“You thought I was going to kill myself?” you rasped, “don’t you think it would serve you right, watching me throw myself off the building after what you just told me? You’re my jailor, after all.”

He turned you around to look at you, tipping your face up and his lips came down on yours, hungry and desperate.

“You're a fool if you think I’m just going to let her have you,” he growled an inch away from your face, “you’re mine (Y/N).”

His mouth smashed back into yours, one heavy hand holding you to him by your waist and the other wound in your hair so tightly you couldn’t move. You could only accept his kiss and moan into his mouth.

This was…unexpected…but not unwelcome. You’d always found Rohan to be attractive, he was just so serious you never thought he even considered sex. You’d never seen his eyes follow another man or woman except with a look of distrust in them. He was handsome so people threw themselves at him all the time, but he never seemed the slightest bit moved, always focused intensely on you.

The big hand on your waist drifted over your ass, cupping and squeezing the flesh. It slid further down and you let out a squeal, when he pulled you up to his chest, pulling your legs around his waist.

You dragged your lips away from him just a half an inch and whispered into his mouth.

“What is this? We shouldn’t be doing this,” you gasped, “you work for my mother.”

You were confused. He was your jailor, you shouldn’t be giving in to his advances. He chuckled and kissed you, pressing his tongue between your lips and twining it with yours. When he pulled away you were only aware of his words and his flavor, sweet cinnamon.

“I’m gonna fuck you against this window and then I’m gonna take you away from here.”

Before you could respond his thick hand jerked your dress down, snapping the thin spaghetti straps that held it up and letting your breasts pop out. He pulled your chest to his head and his mouth latched on to your nipple, kissing and suckling.

“Ahhh!” you wailed, surprised by the sudden hot, wet contact.

“Y-you sh-shouldn’t…” you tried to insist.

His mouth popped off your nipple for just a second.

“Then tell me to stop,” he growled, his nose brushing the flesh.

You just looked at him for a moment, but couldn’t bring the words to your lips. It felt too good. It didn’t matter what happened after this, you just wanted him.

He smirked and went back to laving your nipples with his tongue, pressing your back against the cool glass behind you. The only thing that came out of your mouth were moans and his name.

You felt his thick fingers fumbling with your panties until you heard a long rip. Pushing you further up the window, he shimmied your dress up your hips and attacked your pussy with long wet laps. His split tongue played with your clit and your legs instinctively wrapped around his head, pulling him closer as he drove you wild with his agile appendage.

Propped on his shoulders, he speared your cunt with his fingers. You were already soaking wet and your juices dribbled down his wrist as he pumped his digits inside of you mercilessly.

Screaming your channel clenched down on his fingers as you came with them inside. Colors flashed in your eyes and your hands clung to his head, nails making crescent dents on his skin. Pulling back, he grinned at you and spun you around to face the window.

“Do you know how many times I’ve watched you prancing around this fucking penthouse in those little booty shorts you wear, wanting to take you right here?” he growled, “I should have marked off the spot with chalk for how many times I jerked myself off, thinking about fucking you against this window. And as much as I loved rubbing one out over your pretty lips while you were sleeping, I’m gonna make this cunt mine for good.”

As alarming as that should have been, his glowing golden eyes reflected in the glass in front of you and his hot breath in your ear made your pussy leak even more at the admission and your clit sparkled with need.

He grabbed the back of your head, his fat fingers digging into your hair, and held your face against the cool glass while he freed his cock from his pants. You screamed his name as he impaled you with it in one smooth stroke, not even trying to hold back.

You had no idea but Rohan needed to take you like this. He needed to ruin you for anyone else. He’d been watching you for a year, obsessing over you, planning and plotting how he was going to take his mate. He would have already killed your mother if he thought it would get him any closer to having you. Instead he’d been collecting information on her and feeding it to lawyers he’d hired to make sure your interests were well represented.

He held you in the air with little effort, your arms and legs dangling as he pulled back and slammed into you again, all the while holding your head into the window. He’d pinned you against the glass so he wouldn't bruise your cheek as he took you as hard as he needed to. Though you felt like he was going to snap you in half each time he powered into you, your back arched.

From the edge of your vision you could see the glittering lights of the city sparkling below you. Your fingers pressed against the smooth surface because there was nothing else to hold on to as he slammed into you over and over again. Drool and your black mascara were streaking the glass.

You howled with every stroke, having never been stretched by someone so large before. His cock was long and thick, filling you to the brim and pounding your walls mercilessly.

“Fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” he groaned loudly, grunting like an animal as he thrust in and out of you, “you’re so fucking tight.”

Soon he was just growling “mine” and your name over and over again while he rutted you. You gasped and sobbed, your eyes crossed as his dick battered your G-spot.

With your pussy gushing around him, he jerked you back against his chest forcing you down over his cock a few more times before he emptied himself into you, grunting your name. The thread holding you together snapped and you orgasmed to his hot cum flooding you, barely noticing the sharp pain at your neck, where he bit you.

When he slipped out of you, he pulled you into a princess hold, folding his head down at the neck and nuzzling the bite.

“Wh-what was th-that?” you stammered.

It wasn’t bad, just unexpected.

“My mating bite,” he murmured, his voice a grumble rolling in your ear, “you’re mine.”

Your heart fluttered at that. Again, this was all so unexpected, but you didn’t find yourself upset…In fact you felt safe and supported. Like someone was finally on your team. Maybe that was foolish to assume, but as he carried you to your bedroom, you found yourself snuggling your face into his shoulder and sighing happily.

He stroked your hair as he climbed into your king sized bed with you still tucked in his arms. Arranging himself against the headboard he watched you fall asleep in his arms, gazing in awe at the bite on your neck you’d so easily accepted. Honestly, he’d worried you’d cry and fight and he’d wondered if he would have been able to hold himself back.

Your soft submission in that moment was so much sweeter and tied him to you more tightly than anything you could ever say would.

When you woke from your nap, he was going to help you pack your things to take you to a safe house where you could stay while you filed criminal charges against your mother for fraud. You were Rohan’s mate and he didn’t want to see you used as your mother’s meal ticket.

Even if legal means didn’t work, he would find illegal ones to accomplish his task. If you wanted to write soundtracks or albums or do nothing at all, he was going to keep you safe and secure till the day you died.

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster smut #monster romance #x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader

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starryjkoo · 4 months

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This might be a controversial opinion but some of y’all need to learn to pick your battles and stop chasing the validation of PJMs and JJKs. Who cares if JJKs are hyping some fictional friendship and writing fanfictions because Jungkook stood next to some random dude twice? Who cares if solo fanbases crop out and don’t post the whole picture (that no one should be reposting btw)? Who cares if PJMs and JJKs don’t acknowledge their friendship? As long as they aren’t dragging Jimin or JK, or even overtly saying anything negative about their bond, literally why do some of you guys care what solos of all people think?

It’s odd to me that some jkkrs will go into solo spaces and then try to get them to acknowledge a member you know they hate and regularly drag. What are you expecting to happen? JJKs actually not mentioning or paying attention to JM is literally the best case scenario. I absolutely wish they would never look at him or talk about him or post anything about him ever again. I literally don’t care if they think JK loves random solider #2 or Mingyu or an inanimate object more than he loves JM and neither should you. They are NEVER going to acknowledge Jikook’s friendship, so stop expecting them to. That is literally one of the least offensive things I’ve seen them do this week alone and it doesn’t actually hurt Jimin or JK, it’s just annoying.

100% make fun of them in your own spaces for being so lame and immature about Jikook enlisting together, they ARE super weird for hyping up this random friendship they suddenly invented (and yes I know they were likely doing it on purpose), it IS really frustrating and sad how dismissive so many people are about Jikook -- but I still don’t understand what some jkkrs were expecting. I sincerely hope that whenever the Jikook travel show drops they keep cropping them out and pretending they’re besties with random bartenders and camera men because the alternative is them dragging JM and JK and their entire bond nonstop. Solos are NEVER going to acknowledge their friendship and I wonder why some jkkrs seem to want them to so bad? You are CHOOSING to go into their spaces and be annoyed that these people who call JM slurs and animal names on the regular don’t want to acknowledge his friendship with JK - and some of you are literally antagonizing these people you KNOW have no morals over something like this.

This whole issue snowballed because so many people are bored and miserable right now and tkkrs especially are looking for a fight ever since Jikook enlisted together (or honestly probably since Tokyo). I see how jkkrs can make an innocent post and get jumped and tkkrs can say the most heinous shit about JM and jkk imaginable and get away with it -- but if you’re active online you should know how it is and learn to pick your battles if you actually care about the people you stan. There was no reason for JM or JK to get dragged over something like this.

Anyways this isn’t the end of the world or anything, but I did watch this whole unnecessary drama unfold and opened my twitter account this morning to see report accounts STILL trying to clean it up, so I wanted to rant a bit. I’m sure the Jikook show will unleash the most heinous discourse imaginable so I’m saving my energy for that. Obviously people can do whatever they want, and I’m not saying jkkrs shouldn’t rant or be upset about it in their own spaces, I was just surprised by some of the reactions. Jikook enlisting together makes it obvious to anyone with a brain how close they are, that’s why the people who hate them are being especially weird and petty and obnoxious. JJKs were writing about how JK tattooed ARMY on his knuckles because he knows ARMYs hurt him or whatever just the other day so idk why some jkkrs were expecting them to suddenly celebrate his friendship with JM who they literally hate more than anyone else.

#jikook #sorry to bring twitter discourse here #again 😣#but every now and then #i need a good rant #because i wasn't seeing enough people calling this out #and if it doesn't apply to you #it doesn't apply to you #i know it's not all or even most #but enough i wanted to make a point #discourse

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Out of pure curiosity you do think in seventeen is most likely to settle down first or at least prioritize a private relationship over their careers as idols. I've been thinking about it and I definitely think leader line/jeonghan would be the least and Joshua cuz of yk :/ but then members like jun/mingyu/wonwoo/vernon/minghao seem to me to he the type where they'd sacrifice their career not because they care less but give priority to things outside being an idol. Chan and seungkwan is either/or for me - seungkwan cause of how long he's been in the spotlight acting as a promoter for seventeen and Chan cause he seems to be the ambitious "chase two girls (dreams) lose the one" type. But then again I think this also kinda reflects which members would be willing to go solo...the members who'd priorize not having relationships would be the members to least go solo and the members who would I can totally see as going solo. Sorry for the long ask btw😅

omg this is such an interesting question and i've honestly thought about this before. ima make a most to least to put their relationship before their career (this is just from my own personal read on them from what we've publicly seen of their personalities) personally i think theyd all probably find a way to work through hardships and keep it going as long as possible instead of ever ending a committed relationship due to their careers but gonna rate them all anyway lmao

a/n: this was just word vomit so its not proofread

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wonwoo - he seems to value his personal life a lot to a point where he wouldn't let anything get in the way, never shying away from expressing how much he cares for his loved ones. he knows the value of his personal life, meaning he would likely place it at a higher level of importance than his career. he seems to really enjoy being an idol, though, so this would probably be a very difficult decision. i think if it really came down to it, he'd pick his s/o over his career as an idol, or would at least prioritize it more.

vernon - he seems very family oriented. i think he once said one of his dreams was to be a dad, so i think if he saw that future with his s/o, he would pick his s/o over career as an idol. he's had a long run as a public figure, even dating back to when he was a child. he wouldnt wanna risk his personal relationship for his idol career, no matter how much he loves it.

minghao - has never shied away from drawing lines in between his personal life and his public one as an idol. he gives me the vibe of a romantic and he's also very family oriented. he would likely wanna find a love like that of his parents, so he would probably see that with his s/o and prioritize the future of the relationship over anything else.

mingyu - he seems veryyyy used to his privacy being invaded (stalkers constantly calling him; seemingly more so than other members), so i think he'd be good at handling anything that came hurdling at his personal life, meaning there would probably never be a need for him to feel like he has to choose BUT if he realllyyyy had to pick, he'd pick his s/o. he adores his loved ones and is one of the most caring people, so he'd pick his s/o without a second thought.

seokmin - he's boyfriend personified, so i think if be fell in love he'd fall HARD, meaning that he would willingly give anything up for his s/o. loves his idol life so much but he loves his family twice as much (with his s/o being family to him ofc), so he would propritize them in a heartbeat, never regretting his choice.

seungkwan - he's such a loving person. he loves so many people and he loves so hard, i think he'd be unable to part ways with his s/o if his career got in the way. he loves being an entertainer to a fault, though, so i think he'd try really hard to find a loophole in there to not risk his relationship with his s/o and still keep his entertainer career intact. if it came down to one or the two, though, he'd let his heart guide him.

seungcheol - he doesnt show his romantic side that often (at least publicly) but he seems like he'd be a very dependable s/o, which makes me think that he would never drop his s/o bc of his job. he made a promise to stay by their side, so he's not letting anything get in the way. he's the leader, though, so he would never wanna leave his boys in an uncomfortable position due to his personal life. would be an extremely difficult point of tension, but he'd know that he'd always have his boys even if his career went down under.

jun - even with all the scrutiny he got as an idol for taking on a role where he was very affectionate, he still did it out of his passion for acting. in the same way, he would also fight for your relationship no matter the repercussions to his strict idol career. he seems like he'd be a bit more level headed and less emotional than the aforementioned members though. i think he'd be willing to take a break with his s/o in order to work through things, not giving up his career but also keeping a door open for a future with his s/o.

jeonghan - he's a very family oriented person and seems super protective over them, so i think he'd be the same with his s/o. only reason why i put him so down on the list is because i dont think this would be too much of an emotional thing for him. i dont think he would ever be in a position where he had to give up his relationship. he would just work his way around it somehow. would either take a break with his s/o or take a break from his career OR just work through any and every hurdle that comes his way. as cliche as it may sound, he'd cheat his way through the situation to not have to permanently give up anything.

joshua - feel kinda bad commenting on him considering his current situation, but i think he'd find a balance somehow, just like jeonghan. even if he went through horrible scrutiny, i think he would just somehow work it out and keep it together, even if it was all completely out of control. he comes from a small family, so i think letting anyone into his family must be insanely intimate and personal to him, which makes me think he just wouldnt be willing to let anything get in the way. he's also worked too hard for his career and loves his boys too much (he moved from a whole other country and found safe haven in svt) so i think he also wouldnt be willing to give that up.

woozi - his career is what he breathes. hes known for being a workaholic, creating almost the entirety of svt's discography from scratch. not only would he not wanna give up or risk his passion for making music, but he would never wanna leave his group without the stability that he brings to the group. he's a very loving guy, though, even if he's not too expressive about it. he wrote circles for wonwoo and yawn for kwan, showing how much he cares for them, which makes me think he'd feel a similar love for his s/o. would maybe take a break, or find some way to balance both out. would likely put his career above a relationship if it really came down to it though.

chan - he's young so i think he'd be more interested in his career right now than ever risking it for an s/o. i fee like he's least likely to be in a long and committed relationship rn too, considering the tightness of his schedule and the fact he's at the height of his career. this would probably come easier to him than most members, having probably not been in love yet in order to really make it a difficult choice.

soonyoung - he seems way too in love with his career to let anything get in the way. the amount of dedication he's always put on his career tells me he wouldnt let anything get in the way. although he would be emotional about it and do anything be could to not let it get in the way of his romantic relationships, i think he would still be most likely out of all members to actually end his relationship if it really came down to it. he's said before he'd like to try solo stuff someday, so i think he's more willing to put his career before anything else.

a/n: this isnt meant to be a fic lol i was just rlly interested in the question u brought up anon haha

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