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jj-one · 1 month

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HOW JUNGKOOK WOULD TREAT HIS BIMBO GF 🍥

pairing: established relationship, bf!Jungkook x bimbo!fem!reader

genre/tags: smut, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, piv, unprotected sex, an*l, oral (m receiving), t*tty f*cking, drooling, use of the word daddy (only once)

**old repost from my deleted blog (05/24/23)

- Having a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend was a given for Jungkook, he loved the fact that y’all were both smoking hot and turn heads everywhere you go

- The stark contrast between your appearances drove him insane

- His aesthetic was more dark and mystique, is also heavily tattooed while you always wore pink and pastels, having bare skin

- Is so enamored with the idea of you being the total opposite of him, he always feels like he’s corrupting your sweet innocence

- Kinda treats you like you’re his eye candy anywhere he goes, has you wrapped up on his arm like it’s a leash

- He’s been debating getting an actual leash for you since you constantly trip and fall whenever you’re out with him

- You were just so ditzy and clumsy… it was your character flaw yet Jungkook saw it as an endearing quality

- Also loved that you were an airhead, clingy, and always wanting his attention ;( makes the joy of him coming home to you all the more thrilling <33

- Always buying you pink and girly thingsss

- Whenever he sees something hello kitty or barbie related he instantly thinks of you and buys it

- CONSTANTLY wants to spoil you, omg this man would spend every dime he could on you just to make you happy

- He looooves taking you out shopping because that’s your favorite activity !!

- He splurged on you the other day, buying you any color of that Dior lip oil that you were obsessed with, it was worth it since he’d be the one taking it off your lips afterwards

- Jungkook enjoys watching you try on skimpy outfits for him, the shorter the skirt the better— don’t get him started on the way your hardened nipples peek out the fabric of your shirts…

- Likes to play dress up with you like you’re his personal doll

- He’ll put you in a pink lace slip dress one night and the next he’ll have you wear white see-through lingerie for him; that is only when you two are in private of course

- Frequently teaches you new things so you keep up to date with current news and other events, he knows you aren’t the brightest but you have a heart of gold and do your best to comprehend everything he tells you !

- When watching movies you often pause to ask questions about the film because you don’t get it

- Jungkook made you watch ‘Inception’ with him one time and it absolutely rotted your brain

- He enjoys explaining the movie to you in a babying way, dumbing it down for you to understand it as your mind is blown away by all the knowledge he drops on you

- Laughs at your inability to comprehend the plot and pats your head while teasing you

- “Awww, you poor little thing…can’t even understand the simple concept of a movie.”

- It really really really turns him on when you wear high heels, the higher the heels the higher the tent in his pants grew

- You wore the sexiest 6-inch stripper heels for him and he fucked you out completely while you had them on, he thinks he might have a heel fetish or something

- Absolutely adores your bright & bubbly personality !! Will praise you any time he hears you say something smart

- “Did you know that Sloths can hold their breath longer than Dolphins???” You would ask him randomly.

- “No I didn’t, but thanks for the fun fact babe. You sound so cute when you talk about things you’ve discovered.”

- “It was on the back of my Snapple cap, how cool is that?! See look!!”

- He will never not be impressed by your lack of awareness, you lived in your own little bubble and he wanted to shield you from all harm and scary things

- Is sooo completely obsessed with your body

- Your bouncy tits, your curvaceous hips, and your cute plump butt was the perfect sight to send the blood rushing to his cock

- Loves. To. Fuck. You. So. Dumb.

- Uses your hole like it’s a fleshlight and loves cumming inside you repeatedly

- Dumping all his cum into your little bimbo cunt was the only thing he needed in his life

- Often catches you drooling at him, when you do this he scoops it up with his finger and puts it back in your mouth

- His favorite part of sex with you is seeing your fucked out face

- The stare you give him while you deepthroat his cock was enough to make him combust

- “Look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth, such a pretty little slut for me..”

- The way he would degrade you but praise you in the same breath confused you in many ways yet you enjoyed every minute of it

- Your makeup would be all smeared, mascara would be runny, the Dior lip gloss he bought you fully transferred to his cock now

- Can never choose between if he likes doggystyle or cowgirl more since both positions he gets to look at your assets with a nice view

- Lots of titty fucking, loves having your big round tits around his cock, making a mess all over your chest once you milk him clean

- He owns all your holes, he likes to use your tight little ass from time to time

- After lubing it up nice and gently, he would go to town on your ass just pounding into your fuck hole viciously

- “What a fucking whore you are, gonna keep fucking your tiny hole until I pump every last bit of my seed in you.”

- Turns him on so fucking much when you start babbling and unable to speak proper sentences

- You’d whimper and hiccup with frustration from the way his cock made you feel

- His love language will always be making you feel so low. So small compared to him that you don’t even feel worthy of his presence at times

- “Can’t stop drooling all over yourself? Already too dumb and fucked out to continue, hmm?? Oh never mind, you’re already dumb…just shut up and take daddy’s cock like the good little slut you are, you were made for taking cock anyway.”

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i6eyes · 4 months

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2:05 am. gojo satoru

"what a mess," you sigh, shaking your head in bemused affection as you take in satoru's disheveled state. his body is sprawled across yours; his head finding a comfortable resting place against the softness of your stomach, while his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though afraid you might disappear.

"yur sho pretty babe," he mumbles, the words slurred but filled with a child-like sincerity. his voice is a low rumble against your skin, sending a warm tingle down your spine. and although the baby blues of his eyes are slightly glazed over from the alcohol, they still hold a look of pure adoration as they meet yours. "sho gorgshus."

"thank you baby," you giggle, unable to scold him for drooling on your shirt like a child. normally, you would say something, but you decide to save it for when he's sober. "you're wetting my shirt, though."

"oh noooo!" his eyes widening in mock horror as he quickly springs up from his comfortable perch on your tummy. the throbbing headache that had led him to collapse on top of you is momentarily forgotten, his focus now solely on rectifying the situation.

"let's take it off then!" he ushers with an eager enthusiasm, his charming boyish grin spreading across his face like a radiant sunrise. he lifts the hem of your shirt in a hurry, as if the mere thought of undressing you is a thrilling adventure, a shared secret between the two of you.

despite your best efforts, the allure of a man in the throes of love, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol, is a force that cannot be easily ignored. it wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you closer and blurring the lines between reason and desire. within seconds, you find yourself beneath him, breathless from the fits of giggles he's elicited while removing your shirt.

"looking reaaal nice baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the spot beneath your ear and down to your neck. "claire and clementine."

who in god's name is claire and clementine?

confused, you use the hand that was previously caressing his hair to gently tug his head up, only to find his eyes fixated on your chest.

"claire and clemen— oh my god. satoru!"

#SAINTED ⋆#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojo blurb #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru blurb #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk blurb

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lovifie · 1 month

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Hi, this a post about callsigns characters could have because I love "cool" sounding nicknames with the most stupid backstory:

Rat: Because when you first entered the team you were so shy that when you weren't on a mission they could only see you scurrying out of a room whenever they entered like a little mouse. Plus, Gaz keeps saying you look like the rat from the Wallace and Gromit movie when eating breakfast.

Knockout/Knock: Because Soap and you were playing around, he was following you and you were running so fast you didn't notice the door was locked and you ran into it so hard you knocked yourself out.

Icarus: You made fun of Ghost for being British and about how they always burn when they tan only for you to go and get such an aggressive sunburn you were required to take medical leave for two weeks.

Pudding: After a mission you were craving it so bad that you didn't care that the only one left was way past its recommended date for eating. And after reassuring them that you would be fine you ended up throwing up so hard late at night that you woke up everybody.

Mole: Because when you are not wearing your glasses you are so blind they wonder how did you even made it into the military. Many people think you are just a spy that the task force kept as a pet.

Pierrot: Which is a sad clown, often pining for the love of Columbine, who usually breaks his heart and leaves him for Harlequin. And since that's basically a compilation of your love life that became your name, a sad clown but in Italian.

Anakin: You tried to download one of the Star Wars movies from a not-so-trustworthy website, you ended up downloading such a massive amount of viruses that you were almost the reason for the downfall of the whole military because of how aggressive the hack attack was. You now have parental control on everything that has internet access.

Navi: As in the fairy that travels with Link on the Legend of Zelda. Because every time that you would try to de-escalate an argument you would start like: "Hey, listen, we are all tired." "Hey, listen, let's all take a breath." "Hey, listen, we are all adults."

Gecko: Because while sleeping on deployment a gecko fell on your face from the ceiling, and you became so terrified of them that you barely slept for months after that.

Baby: Do you know when you accidentally call your teacher "mom"? Well, it happened to you, but you called Price "dad" and he didn't skip a beat before answering "Yes, babygirl?"

I could go on and on with these, I hope you find it at least half as funny as I do. Feel free to use them however you want and to add to the list as well, please I'll love to read them. 🩷🩷

Also, I would definitely be Mole, my blind ass would shoot and wish for the best. Which one would you guys be?? Also, Knockout and Icarus are my favourite ones and the reason I made the post hehe

Also, the rat I mentioned:

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doitforbangchan · 3 months

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All Bark and No Bite 05

We're finally getting into some drama in this one (Yes i know it took forever) please enjoy!

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

Previous - Next

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Suggestive, ABO, reader in heat, cursing, pet names, manipulation?

WC: 3k

MDNI 18+

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.

There was an intense warmth covering your back when you awoke the next morning. It was so comforting you almost lulled back to sleep. That is until you heard a raspy voice in your ear,

“Good morning, Omega.”

Chan

“Mmm” you grumbled, too caught up in his warmth.

He smiled into your hair and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. You felt tingles all over your body at his affection.

It was still hard to believe yesterday even happened. It feels like a fever dream, one you never wanted to wake from. You dug yourself further into the alpha's embrace, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

You feel weird today. Still so, so happy, but there's an oddness you can’t quite place your finger on. All you know is that Chan being here is so comforting to you.

“How did you sleep, baby?” He kept his voice low, he himself still riddled with sleep.

You yawned, “Wonderful, Chan. I don’t think I have ever slept that good in my life.”

He hummed, “I’m so glad, omega. You needed your rest after all the stress you’ve been through the last few days.” He brushes the hair from you face and turns your body over to be underneath him now. “And you’ll need your energy for what's in store for you today.” He smirked at seeing your face turn full red with blush. Did he mean we are gonna…

He planted a quick kiss to your lips before he spoke again “We’re going into town today to get you new clothes and toiletries.” He rolled off the bed.

‘Oh, get your mind out of the gutter y/n.’ You scolded yourself mentally. Propping yourself up on your elbows you admired your alpha as he slipped his pj pants back over his hips. He must have taken them off to be more comfortable in the night. The thought of being in bed with him, when he has no clothes on, makes you wanna drool. Made you wish you knew, then maybe you could have done something about it. ‘Y/N what the fuck calm down’

Chan could feel your eyes on him, so he pulled up his bottoms extra slowly, being sure to give you a good look at his ass. He smirked when he turned around to you staring right at him.

“Come on, Baby. You gotta get ready, I’m sure the boys are almost ready to head out.” He walked to the door, opening it to find your clothes from yesterday neatly folded and waiting. “Seungmin washed these for you last night, so you had something to wear today.” He set them on the bed for you.

“Wow, that was so thoughtful of him!” You beamed.

If only you knew how many times Seungmin pressed your dirty underwear to his nose, drinking in the pure scent of you.

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Chan left you to get ready for the day while he went and did the same. After you fell asleep last night him and the pack texted about today's agenda. A few of them needed to go to town so it was the perfect time to take you shopping. Chan was confident no one in their small town would try anything with you, especially if they saw the pack around.

There was a stack of bagels on the table waiting for you when you walked down the stairs about 15 minutes later. Jisung was seated there munching on his own when he noticed you and pulled out the chair next to him. “Hey my Baby! Wanna bagel?”

“Good morning Jisung,” You giggled. It was literal music to his ears. “I would love one, thank you. “

You took a seat next to him as he plated one up for you, with a side of cream cheese and butter.

“Are you ready to go shopping?” He asked with cheeks full of food.

You took your own bite, “Yes! Are you coming with us today?”

It was at that moment Chan entered the room, “Ah yes, actually Hannie is going to be the one to take you to get clothes. I have a few other matters to attend to in town.” He pressed a kiss to your head and lowered his voice when he sensed your anxiety “Alpha has some important things he needs to do, you’ll be a good omega and go shopping with Jisung, right?” He was pumping out pheromones to appease you and make you listen. It was certainly working.

You nodded along with his words “Yes alpha.”

He gave you a devilish grin “That's a good omega.” His words sent a deep shiver down your spine.

Jisung watched your interaction with interest. So far you were everything he’d heard about omegas. Sweet, respectful, beautiful. You really were a good omega. It made him want to take care of you.

“Who are we waiting on, Channie-hyung?” The beta asked after gulping down his bagel.

Chan pulled out your chair for you when you were finished, “Seungmin and Felix, they are probably already in the car waiting for us. Bin and Hyun are already in town, they took Changbins car. Bin wanted to get some gym time and Hyunjin is teaching his weekly art class.”

‘Aww Hyunjin really couldn’t get any more attractive’ You signed dreamily.

“Are Minho and Jeongin not coming with us?” You asked Chan.

“Nah Jeongin wasn’t feelin’ to well and Minho wants to get some house work in” You nodded.

“Seungmin will yell at me if we make him wait any longer so let’s go!” Jisung bolted for the door and you both followed right behind him hand in hand.

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The ride to town took about 20 minutes, but it felt like it went by much quicker. You were sat shotgun while Chan drove, his hand resting on your thigh the entire time. His touch calmed the nerves you felt, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You still can’t shake this odd feeling.

The 3 betas sat in the back, Seungmin bullying Jisung about making him wait and Felix laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

“It’s not my fault Seung! Channie is the one who came down last, Baby and i were ready!” His eyes found yours when you looked back at him, “right baby?!”

“Hmmmmm” you pretended to think, Chan giving you an amused side eye, Jisung pleading with you to agree. “I don’t remember.” You gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh wait , I remember now! It’s all Alphas fault!” You pointed at Chan and Jisung let out a cheer.

Seungmin was not as amused, “Don’t cover for him y/n, he’s always the late one.”

A loud “Hey!” then a thumping sound was barely heard over all the laughter in the car.

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In town Chan had Jisung change spots with him to take you to the boutique, while Chan and the other two boys attended to their own business. Your alpha gave you a deep kiss before departing, his smirk on display at your flustered state.

You and Jisung arrived a few minutes later at this small but very fashionable clothing store.

The door chimed as you opened it, a voice from behind a counter calling to you “Be right with you dearies!”

Jisung held onto your hand as you walked a little further in.

‘Wow there are so many options here!’ you thought, mouth wide open at the gorgeous selections.

“What can I help you -“ an older woman approached but paused at the sight of you.

You gave her a polite wave “Hello. I need some new

clothes please.”

She was an old beta woman, probably around late 60s, with graying hair and a green boho dress. She was a very pretty woman.

“Eun, this is y/n.” The woman only then seemed to notice Jisung with you. “She’s Chans mate.”

That seemed to snap her out of her daze, a bright smile gracing her features, “That sly dog went and got himself an omega huh? And a gorgeous one at that!” She approached you and grabbed your face, getting a good look at you. The blush returned to your face and you made eyes at Jisung next to you.

Jisung laughed and released your hand pulling you back slightly. “ Yes Eun, she’s new in our pack and needs a whole new wardrobe!”

The elder beta clapped her hands excitedly. “You’ve come to the right place then! I’ve got quite the collection for you to try my dear.” She disappeared into the back once again.

Jisung put both hands on your shoulders, giving them a rub to calm you.

“Don’t mind Eun, Baby. She’s a little eccentric. She’s an old friend Chans family. Watched him and his family grow up, so she’s a little excited.” Ah that makes sense.

Eun came rushing out with her arms full of clothes. She set them on a moving rack before shuffling it over to the fitting room in the corner. “I picked out a few things that I think you’ll love!”

She grabbed your hand and hurried you to the fitting room, chucking a few outfits into the room with you, then taking a seat outside with Jisung, both waiting for you to model all the clothes for them.

It took about 2 hours before you decided you had enough to last a lifetime. Actually you were done after picking one outfit, but Jisung just waved a credit card at you and told you to keep shopping. That he knew if you didn’t buy a lot then Chan would be mad at both of you. That made it easier to pick out stuff, knowing your alpha would be pleased.

It was when you were checking out with Eun that you started to feel the ache in your lower belly. And the fire in your veins. You clutched your stomach with one arm, the other holding onto Jisung so you didn’t collapse.

When Jisung went to ask you what was wrong, the most incredible scent he had ever smelled wafted out of you. His pupils were blown and his body went rigid.

He used both hands to ground you and keep you from falling. “y/n.. w-what is happening?” He managed to get out.

“She’s going into heat! You have to get her home now!” Eun had seen this before, she grew up with omegas.

“Me?! Shouldn’t we go pick up Channie-hyung first?” The boy asked in pure panic.

“No you need to take her straight home there is no time, don’t forget you're in a town with other alphas that can smell her just as well as you can.”

That seemed to snap him out of it, hauling you up and wrapping his arms around you.

“Eun, can you call Chan for me please? Just tell him I'm taking her straight home.”

Eun opened the door and helped Jisung load you into the car. “Will do! I’ll have someone fetch these clothes for her later. Be safe.” She shut you in and watched you drive off.

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Chan had paid a visit to the police station to speak with the sheriff while you were out shopping. Now was the perfect time to see what could be done about your missing persons status.

He was assured by the sheriff that if you made a report that you're not missing, they can send the information over to the original sector and have you filed as not missing and end the investigation. Plus your current location would legally remain anonymous.

Chan felt relieved by that, one less thing to worry about. That is, he was feeling relief until he received a very panicked call from Eun.

“You need to get home right now Christopher!” She hollered as he answered the phone.

He winced at her loud voice, “Ah, Eun what's going on?”

“Your omega is in heat, that’s what the fuck is going on. She started right in the middle of checking out! Had to leave all the bags here!”

Chan felt his heart stop and gut wrench. His omega was in heat . “Where is she now?”

“Han took her home, I told him not to stop for you and go straight there to avoid any trouble.”

“Thanks for letting me know. I gotta make a call.” With that he hung up on her. He would apologize later. First he had to get a ride home.

The line rang a few times before Changbins voice answered, sounding out of breath.

“What’s up bro? Finally wanna come join me in a workout?” His voice was teasing.

“Changbin” Chans voice was hard, Alpha mode activated. “I need you to come get me from the police department right now. It’s y/n, she's in heat.”

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Your senses were on overload. You could smell everything. Every trace of the boy’s previously in the car, every trace of Chan. And you could especially smell Jisung. Your hands kept finding his shirt, trying to tug him closer as he drove but he (regretfully) had to keep pushing you away. You’re gonna be the death of me he had said to you when the tugging began.

You hadn’t had a heat in years, not since you presented as an omega for the first time. After that you had been on high quality suppressants, causing you to not have a heat while taking them. That must be why this one came on so quickly. It had been days since you’ve taken any. Being in a house full of men, with your alpha, your body is going into overdrive. It was so bad, you felt as though you had no control over your body or urges. It was acting on its own at this point. It was making you delirious and feral.

Jisung sped as quickly as possible, while still keeping you safe, to get home. He made it there in record time, tires screeching to a stop outside the door. Even with you grabbing at him he managed to slip out of the driver's seat, bolting around the vehicle to open your door and gently guide you out. When his hands made contact with the skin on your waist when you shirt rode up, you let out a whimpering moan. You would be humiliated about that later.

Jisung felt his boner grow in his pants.

‘what the fuck what the fuck’ He was screaming internally, wanting to just take you there on the ground outside. He knew he couldn’t do that though. You were Chans first and foremost. His alpha. He would never disrespect him or you that way.

“Come on my baby, we gotta get you to your room.” At the mention of him taking you to your room you found your footing and let him lead you inside.

Stepping through the threshold the first thing you could sense was an alpha.

Jeongin made his way into the entry to see what the commotion was about , when he stopped right in his tracks. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he raced to your side.

“No no no no!” Jisung saw the young alpha coming at you and tried to stop him. “Jeongin wait, don’t!”

He didn’t hear a word though, pushing Jisung off of you and cornering you into the wall beside him.

At the presence of the alpha in front of you, you let out a long whine, hands reaching out and grasping his shirt.

Jeongin presses his nose into the gland on your neck where your aroma was emanating from the heaviest.

“Innie! You have to stop!!” Jisung yelled in his panic, but was only answered by the younger man’s deep growl.

“Omega….” Jeongin inhaled you, wanting to devour you whole. Never in his life had he wanted something more. He could almost taste you on his tongue.

“Jeongin!” Jisung screamed out again, “You have to st-“

“Stop!” Came a loud bellow, then strong hands ripped Jeongin from your body, tossing him to Changbin.

It was Chan. It was your Alpha.

Tears leaked from you at the sight of him. He was furious, not at you, but at the situation. At the sight of your dizzy appearance he hoisted you over his shoulder and headed up the stairs. Just in time for Minho to come running from his room upstairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” He demanded, but one look at the situation told him all he needed to know.

Chan yelled back to Minho “Help changbin get Jeongin out of here! In fact all of you need to stay out for a few days! We can’t have any repeats of what just happened.”

Minho nodded in agreement, “You're right. I'll make sure everyone stays away.”

Changbin was trying to force the younger alpha outside, into the fresh air away from you. It took all his will power to resist you himself, so it was a real struggle to try and reel in Jeongin. Changbin was lucky he had the self control he had, or he would be just like Jeongin. That's not to say it was easy for the alpha, no no, his body was aching for a taste of you.

Minho was herding them both along, Jisung following behind. “Come on guys, it’s alright. Let’s just get out of here and clear our minds huh?” He won’t deny he was affected by you as well. The tastiest thing he had ever experienced. It pissed him off that this ordeal was even happening, though. ‘I knew she would cause fucking problems’ he thought bitterly. Being the ever so responsible one, Min loaded everyone in the van and went to fetch the other remaining members. Time to find a place to crash for a few days. This blows.

A/N; Finallllyyy a little bit of drama! As always, I would love to hear what yall think!

Please do not copy or steal my writing and content! Reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated tho!

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sturnsdoll · 22 days

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SWEETER THAN CANDY -`♡´- - C.S

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pairing: chris x fem reader

summary: chris finds a rather creative way to teach you patience.

warnings: smut obvi, swearing, (very little) plot, light bondage, candy g-string, oral (f recieving), heavy teasing, dom!chris, sub!reader, orgasm denail, begging, degrading, praise, slight dumbification, cum eating(??), back scratching (?), choking

word count: 2,332

authors note: hope you enjoy ♥

"orange" = chris "pink" = reader

your boyfriend chris had been busy all day with filming with his brothers, shopping, a meeting for his brand and what felt like a million other things.

one of those million other things had been him trying to keep you from losing your mind waiting for him to be free. you hadn't seen your boyfriend in a few days and the impatience of wanting not only his love, but his touch, was driving you to insanity.

text after text, call after call. chris was sick of telling you he'd be free at 12 and that you just needed to be patient.

it was currently 12:05 and chris was filming a car video with nick and matt. his phone buzzes for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

you toss your phone down next to you with a sigh.

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1:07 AM

half asleep, you're finally in the triplets parking lot to pick up chris so you can bring him back to your place. after a few long minutes of waiting you look to the passenger side of your car, spotting chris heading over.

when he enters the car, there's a bit of a slam to the way he closes the door but you choose to ignore it. you smile brightly at chris "feels like i've been waiting forever for you i-" "do you still have the thing i got from the store last week?"

you're confused by the question and a little taken aback that he didn't greet you. although there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that makes you clench your thighs. "no hi? hello? chris i've been waiting all day.." you go to wrap your arms around his neck but he grabs both your wrists. "wrong. you've been an impatient brat all day. now is it still here or not?"

it takes you a minute to even think of what the hell he's reffering to. that's when you remember chris had bought a candy g-string at the store last week when his brothers hadn't been watching the two of you. you thought it was more of a joke that he had gotten it though, not really expecting to use it.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion. you look at where his fingers are wrapped around your wrists before looking up at in hiw eyes again "yea, it's on the backseat still chris but i-" he cuts you off again, not wanting to hear it. "good. go find somewhere private to park. better be close though" "seriously? what's wrong with you?"he drops your wrists and gives you a dead serious look. "now." the tone of his voice makes you decide to put the car in drive.

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you found an empty parking lot out back of a closed fast food place. the whole drive there chris's hand squeezed at your thigh harshly and anytime you tried to ask what his problem was he'd just tell you to keep your mouth closed and drive. which you did.

now that you were here, you opened your mouth to question his antics but he didn't let you get the chance. that angry yet needy look glosses over his eyes again "get in the back n' put it on" he says with a quick hand motion toward the backseats. you raise your eyebrow at him ready to protest but he wasn't having it. "do i need to repeat myself baby?"

you pause for a second before shaking your head no and doing as you were told.

now, only in your cropped t-shirt and the candy garment, you watch curious and nervous as chris removes his belt. "hands above your head" he commands and you listen. he brings your wrists behind the head of the car seat, binding them together with his belt.

"i think.." chris starts as he moves to his knee's infront of you "that for whatever fucking reason" he spreads your legs "you think it's okay to start acting out when you don't get what you want when you want it" his tone gets you wetter than you already were. you can't help the smile that spreads on your face at the satisfaction of having gotten the rise out of your boyfriend that you were hoping for. if only you knew how much you'd regret it only a few minutes from now.

chris catches the sly little smirk on your face. this makes him smile back, only his is much more menacing. "oh you think you're getting what you want huh?" he says. you shrug, staring back at him smugly. "we'll see." he says, mocking your text from earlier before he his mouth latches onto your left thigh.

his mouth moves smoothly, leaving a small trail of purple marks up your thigh. when he gets to your candy covered cunt he hovers teasingly for a moment before switching to the other thigh. you sigh impatiently, earning a threatning glare from chris.

this time when chris makes it to your heat his teeth close in on a candy just above your clit, mouth is so close yet so far. he bites the candy before eating it excrutiatingly slowly. once he's done he flattens his tongue against the front of the candies, shortly giving you the smallest amount of pleasure as he drags it up to where the waistline of the g-string is.

his teeth latch onto another candy but this time he pulls back, bringing the candy clad garment away from you. he quickly releases his teeth from it, letting it snap back against you.

you jump a little at the unexpected sting. chris smirks at your reaction before his mouth goes for another candy that's sitting right over your clit again. "chris come on" you complain but he stays focused on consuming the little candies.

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you squirm in the seat, wrists uncomfortably wriggling against his belt as he sucks on another candy, his lips just barely brushing where you need him. it's been almost ten minutes now and you're soaked and needy, clenching around nothing everytime his lips or tongue accidentally ghost you.

"chris m' sorry i need you please" you attempt to beg, pushing your hips toward his face. he wraps both his arms around your thighs to hold them down and apart. "should've thought about that before whining and complaining all day hm?" he taunts before his teeth grip another candy "n' stop squirming" he says through gritted teeth while he sucks on the sugary candy.

this goes for a couple more minutes before he pulls away to look up at your face. you look just about ready to cry from sexual frustration. he smirks as he rubs your thigh soothingly. "what do you want baby?" his hand snakes up to your waist to pull the candy string back and let it snap against your skin again. you wince before speaking "your mouth, fingers, anything. please" not caring how needy you sound you beg him desperately. over the candies, chris presses two fingers over your hole. the feeling of the cold candies against you instinctively makes you attempt to pull your hips back but there's really nowhere for you to go.

he wraps his fingers around the garment and pulls it to the side before his head dissapears between your thighs. he gives an experimental flick to your clit before diving in to suck and nibble on your sensitive bud.

you throw your head back, a nearly pornagraphic moan comes out at the pure relief. to make things easier for himself he gives a harsh tug to the part of the candied underwear he was holding, causing the string to snap. candy spills off most of the garment and it goes all over the floor of your car. you instinctively try to reach out to pick up the candies or somehow stop the mess but your wrists only strain against the material of his belt again. "chris!" you whine annoyidly.

you're quickly silenced by two fingers teasing your folds. wetness coats his digits without them even being in you. "did i really get you this worked up, sweetheart?" he asks before holding his fingers up to your mouth "open". you comply and are immedietly met with his fingers pressing down on your tongue."taste sweeter than candy don't you?" he asks rhetorically before unexpectedly latching his mouth back to your clit. you cry out when he adds his two fingers along with it.

his tongue switches between flicking, sucking and nibbling so often that you can't even keep up with what form of pleasure he's applying. his fingers pump in and out at an extremely rapid pace that makes your hips twitch. the windows are foggy and the air in the car is heavy from both your heavy breaths.

your mouth hangs open as incoherent words and whines spill. he lets your clit go with a wet pop. his fingers continue. he pulls his head back a little to watch the way your body reacts to him, the way your face contorts in pleasure. you're already clenching around his digits. his fingers push deeper and curl up into that one spot that makes your mind go numb. "mph- m' close" you mutter out between desperate whines. "yea? you wanna cum on my fingers?"

you open your mouth to say yes when suddenly he pulls his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth again. "suck" he tells you while simultaniously reaching up to release your wrists.

with glossy eyes you look at him and suck your juices off his fingers. once he retracts his fingers you pull him in by his shirt to press your lips to his. the kiss is full of tongue and teeth. needy. he climbs onto the seat next to you before adjusting you until you're beneath him. his hips press down into yours making you both whine. you push your hips toward his. he pulls his face back to look at you consideringly. looking at him through your lashes you reach between the two of you to massage his erection through his pants "please." your voice is needy but sweet. "yea? wanna be a good girl and let me fuck you?" he asks while moving to take his sweatpants off. you nod with a sickeningly sweet smile as he finishes removing his clothes.

once he's situated, he makes a point of dragging his tip teasingly along your folds. you go to complain but he knows you too well. "uh uh. remember what that mouth did to get you here in the first place" he reminds. "well techinically it wasn't my mouth since it started over text so- mph!" one hand covers your mouth as he uses the other to balance himself while he thrusts his length into you.

he watches you in awe as he slowly pulls back out "not another word out of you" his hips snap right back. everytime he fucks into you, you're crying out into his hand. his speed starts steady and slow but that lasts no longer than a minute before he's messily pounding into you. you wrap one hand around the wrist of his hand that covers your mouth. your other creates deep red marks down his back, nails dragging and grabbing for some kind of support.

at this point everything that comes from his mouth are all mindless filthy comments. "gonna- mm- make sure that i f-fuck the rest of that attitude outta y-you" he assures as he abuses your cervix repetitievly. clenching around his dick at his filthy words causes his head to drop, a moan slipping his lips. even when his pace is sloppy he doesn't dissapoint, continuing reaching deep inside you with every movement.

it's not long before your minds set on wanting to finish. you reach between the two of you to stimulate your clit but chris swats it away. one hand shutting you up still, he uses his other to rub fast circles on your sensitive bud. you whine and he does too from the way your nails dig deeper into his skin.

his thrusts become sloppier and his fingers work faster. you try to speak but between him fucking you and his hand over your mouth it's impossible. luckily for you he knows by the way your breath is becoming shallow that you're close.

"not until i say so" when his hips begin twitching he slides his hand from your mouth to your neck to steady himself. "jesus chris" you manage to whine as you drink in the air, still slightly restricted by his hand on your throat. your legs tense around his body and you both know you can't hold off much longer.

"you wanna cum sweetheart?" you nod, letting out a soft "yes" breathlessly. "then ask me. gotta make sure you've- mm fuck- learned your lesson" he looks in your eyes with a look of admiration at how pretty and fucked out you are for him. "wanna cum so bad, m' sorry for compla- ah oh god" you don't get to finish as he grabs under your knee and spreads you wider, managing to hit deeper inside you "i'm sorry for complaining, pleasee let me cum" you draw out the please in a innocently convincing way. "listen so well. go ahead"

as soon as you have his permission your lower stomach twists inside as your legs clench right around his waist. all it takes is one more thrust and you're dripping around his cock. chris curses out your name with a string of obsceneties as your orgasm triggers his. he makes sure you both completely ride out your highs before he pulls out and retracts his fingers from your poor clit.

you both take what seems like years to catch a normal pace to breath at. chris reaches to the floor, obtaining both your clothes. "shower when we get home?" chris asks you as he becomes aware of the sticky residue of both cum and candy left on your body.

"absaloutely."

(the plan wasn't for this to be that filthy idk what happened tbh but i'm not complaining if y'all aren't 😛 )

Tags: @ezziewinchester @sturnsblog @mattsrod @blue-for-percyjackson

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jymwahuwu · 5 months

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-cw: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation, harassment, breaking into your home

The actual record of dating General Jing Yuan:

(everything below is automatically recorded by the system set up by the general)

4:00 am Jing Yuan pointed out that you will have a date today.

4:00 am You are woken up by the sound of a message.

4:01 am You frowned, checked the message, and replied "wtf it's bedtime".

4:05 am You fell asleep again.

9:45 am Had breakfast.

10:00 am The electronic door lock automatically opened. Jing Yuan stepped in with a "^_^" expression.

10:01 am You: “Can you stop breaking into my house all the time?”

10:02 am Showed you that message. You are speechless.

11:00 am The romantic date begins!!

11:15 am Visited the Space Animal Sanctuary and watched the adorable and special animals together.

11:20 am the baby bird trembled and walked towards Jing Yuan and pecked the back of his hand with its beak. You think nothing can be cuter than this.

11:45 am you curiously fed the sheep that could predict the future destiny of life. This animal looks like a sheep.

11:46 am A 💭 floated out of the sheep’s head:

Love Trend: Dating the one who likes you will guarantee your eternal relationship.

11:47 am You are shocked. Jing Yuan chuckled and stroked the sheep's head.

12:15 pm Jing Yuan purchased two commemorative keychains. He said the two keychains commemorated the romantic date.

12:16 pm Jing Yuan attached one of the keychains to your backpack/bag, etc.

13:00 pm Had a romantic date in a restaurant with a view of the Milky Way.

14:02 pm Jing Yuan offered to go home and fuck you, using an affectionate tone. Your fingers holding the door were pried open one by one, and you were pulled onto the spaceship.

15:12 pm Back to your apartment!! Jing Yuan kissed you and put you on his arm with one hand, burning off the calories from the meal just now.

15:20 pm You were forced to spread your legs on the sofa, and Jing Yuan buried his head between your legs, or twitched with his fingers, and occasionally said something embarrassing to you. You pushed his hair.

16:05 pm You can’t remember how many times you’ve had an orgasm. Consciousness began to drift away.

17:00 pm Lubricate the cock head with the petals, teasing you on the outside for five minutes before hitting bottom. "Ah…!! ❤"

18:15 pm You start to think about why Jing Yuan’s staying power is so terrible. Is this the secret of long-life species?

19:00 pm You're lying on the bed, panting, tongue sticking out. The fertile semen inside flowed out like a quiet stream.

19:01 pm Jing Yuan resisted the urge to lift your legs and thrust into you again. Look at your lovely face.

19:04 pm Conclusion: Your cuteness transcends the laws of the world.

19:10 pm Kissed you on the cheek, put one of his hands on your breasts, and hugged you to sleep naked.

#yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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sellenite · 3 months

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cherry blossoms 05 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: virginity loss! (Choso), p in v, light choking (f! receiving), use of pet names (baby), friends to lovers, soft smut, cheesy ending warning (LOL) tw: blood - talked about, but not seen (in reference to Choso's cursed technique) word count: 3.3K MDNI | 18+

It had been a few weeks since you had kissed Choso, and the need you felt for one another had grown exponentially in the passing days. But you hadn’t gotten many moments of privacy since the movie night, opting instead to steal kisses and touches from one another when no one was looking.

Choso had been desperate to get his hands on you whenever he could—pressing you up against the walls of alleyways when you were on missions or pulling you into the bathroom with him when you were watching movies with Yuji at their apartment—just so he could taste your lips, even for a minute. And after weeks of sneaking around, you were finally granted another night of privacy.

As soon as you arrived at Choso’s apartment, your hands were all over each other. His touches had gotten bolder since your first kiss, his lips smoother and more confident in their movement against yours. You walked him backward towards his bedroom as you pulled pieces of clothing off, giddy and giggling like schoolchildren. You made out for a while on Choso’s bed, your hands tugging off one another’s clothes until you were left just in your undergarments, your body seated atop Choso’s broad frame.

“Are you nervous, Choso?” You gazed down at him as he lay beneath, meeting his gaze softly. Your palms were on his bare chest—fingers splayed over the strong plane of his pectorals—and your thighs straddled his waist, pressed pelvis to pelvis.

“Y-yeah, a little,” Choso admitted shyly. He returned your gaze tenderly, but you could feel his heart beating quickly under your palm. You gave him an easy smile as you traced a little heart into his skin with your index finger.

“What are you nervous about?” Your eyes were kind as they held his, and your voice soft, trying to coax him into relaxing.

“I– don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso’s voice was so gentle as he looked up at you, ironically contrasting the broad, muscular body you were sitting on top of.

You laughed affectionately, running your palms tenderly up and down his chest. “You’re not gonna hurt me, Cho… You’re going to do quite the opposite, really,” you assured him, giving him a cheeky smile.

Choso let out a sigh, his hands running over your hips, soothing himself by feeling your curves under his palms. Your smiles and laughter calmed him to some degree, but he was still stressed, anxious about the fact that the swelling bulge between his legs seemed so much larger than what he thought your body could take.

You could see the furrow of his brows lingering, so you leaned over him—one of your arms supporting your body next to his head and the other resting on his face—to stroke your thumb across his cheekbone. “Tell me what you want,” you cooed to him. Your eyes looked down at him with soft affection, your voice silken as you tried to calm his nerves.

“I want to make you feel good,” Choso pleaded. His eyes were wider than usual, more alert and insistent. His desire for you ran deep, swirling in the pools of his irises, but mixed with his desperation to satisfy you and his fears that he wouldn’t.

You shook your head at him with a gentle smile before you leaned forward to press your lips to his, trying to get him out of his head. Your lips lingered against his, your mouths moving slowly—almost languidly—calmer than when you first kissed him in his apartment. You pulled back once you felt his shoulders relax downward, some of the tension leaving his body.

“Don’t worry about me, Cho,” you said, your hand still resting tenderly on his cheek. “What do you want?” You emphasized to him with a sweet smile, kissing the curse mark that bloomed across the bridge of his nose.

“I… Want you to kiss me again,” Choso said softly, his features relaxing even more as he smiled up at you. His hands inched up your ribcage, tentatively stopping below the band of your bra.

“Yeah?” You said with a smile, teasingly nuzzling your nose against his as you ghosted your lips over his parted ones.

“Uh huh,” Choso nodded to you, his mouth following yours eagerly, desperate to catch your lips between his own. You caved with a giggle, leaning in to close the distance between you. Choso groaned softly as he poked his tongue out, the muscle readily sliding into your mouth to caress your bottom lip. You moaned back at the sensation, your fingers curling into his loose brown hair as you let your tongue meet his.

The kiss grew heated once again, Choso’s hands moving gently to cup your breasts over your bra, feeling the swell of your flesh under them. You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh, and you rolled your hips over him teasingly, feeling his cock twitch beneath you. Choso groaned low in his throat, breaking the kiss as his hands traveled to the clasp of your bra.

“Can I take this off you?” He asked you breathlessly, searching your eyes for consent just like you did for him. You nodded to him with a soft smile, sitting up on his waist to help him undo the clasp. Choso’s fingertips found your shoulders, sliding the straps of your bra down until your breasts were freed, nipples perking up against the cool air.

“Fuck,” Choso’s voice came out in a throaty groan, his eyes flitting back and forth between both of your breasts. He swallowed hard and you laughed in response, fighting the urge to cover your chest from the way it felt like his eyes were burning holes through you.

“Well, don’t just stare, Cho,” you laughed to him, and he gave you a bashful smile in response, blinking a couple of times as if he were snapping himself out of a trance.

“Sorry, you’re just… Beautiful,” Choso sighed, letting his large palms push up your ribcage, tentatively cupping the bottom of your breasts.

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered to himself as his hands engulfed your soft skin, his thumbs instinctively finding the buds of your nipples. You sucked in a breath as he palmed at you tenderly, his lips parting in fascination as he watched your nipples harden under his touch, darkening and swelling. He groaned as he sat up, wanting to be closer to your skin, needing to feel you everywhere.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, hungrier than the last—sloppier, too. He traced his mouth down your jaw, your neck—wet and mostly tongue—his hands cradling and kneading your breasts with insatiable lust. You moaned as he made his way closer to the swell of your flesh, but his mouth stopped, his breath fanning out over your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you here?” His voice came out husky and desperate as if it took effort for him to hold himself back long enough to ask.

“Please,” you whined back to him, and Choso wasted no time bringing his lips to your breasts, latching his mouth around one of your nipples.

You let out a needy sound at the touch, grinding your hips into Choso’s lap to slide his tip back and forth against your clit. Choso groaned around your nipple, sucking harder before he pulled off of it with a pop just to move to the other. His hands stayed on the sides of your breasts, pushing them together and kneading the one he wasn’t sucking on.

Your fingers laced through his hair again while you rolled your hips into his cock, causing the wet patch on the front of his boxers to spread. Choso’s mouth devoured your skin, leaving you slick with his spit as he moaned into your chest, thrusting his hips back into yours.

“Want you so bad, baby, please,” he whined, his needy voice matching the twitching of his cock nestled against your cunt. Warmth flooded your core at his words, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair.

“I want you to,” you moaned back to him, tugging his head up gently by his hair to bring his lips to yours. You were both so pent-up, so desperate with want that you didn’t think you needed any more preparation for him, despite how big he was. You slid your hands down his chest, finding the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down his legs with his help. Choso followed suit quickly after, sliding you out of your panties and then letting you get situated over him again.

“Do you want to be on top, or would you like me to be?” You asked him, pausing to make sure he was comfortable.

“I want you on top,” Choso answered almost immediately with an excited smile. “I want to watch you like this,” he added, running his hands up and down your hips. You smiled at him, taking a minute to steep in the intimacy of the moment. There was so much trust between you, so much care. When he smiled back at you, warm and soft, something bloomed in your heart like the first cherry blossoms of spring.

You reached between your legs to take Choso’s length in your hand, stroking him slowly a few times before you lined him up with your entrance. You pressed a kiss to his lips, deep and lingering, before you pulled back.

“Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, okay?” You asked him softly, looking into his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. But you were only greeted with warmth, his eyes gazing at you as if you were the sun itself.

“Okay,” Choso agreed, a somewhat boyish smile on his face.

You braced yourself on his shoulder with one hand as you held his length steady with the other and slowly started to let your hips drop into his. Choso’s tip breached your entrance, and you bit into your lip to hide your whimpers, not wanting to make him nervous by thinking that he was hurting you. You felt him open you up, stretching you out as your hips relaxed into him, his cock sinking into you inch by inch. Choso let out a groan, tipping his head back as he felt you slide down his length, engulfing him in your heat. The stretch of him stung, but it felt good, too; a dull ache soothed over by feeling so full of him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” you moaned, watching his face as he picked his head back up. He was propped upward on one arm, his other hand gripping tightly onto the plush of your hip like an anchor.

“Feels so… Small,” he said through gritted teeth. “So warm, so tight— F-feels really good.” Choso’s lips were parted open, his eyelids heavy with lust as he watched your point of connection, how your body enveloped every inch of him as you settled down to his hilt—bone to bone, skin to skin. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, and you whimpered softly, your nails digging crescent moons into his broad shoulders.

Choso was in ecstasy. He could feel every inch of you as you pressed yourself against him, could feel the way you opened for him. He was acutely aware of the blood in your body, how it flowed and swelled in your cunt, pulsing around him, warming him. His head felt thick with need, a primal desire to consume you completely and to let you consume him.

You settled there for a moment, letting Choso feel you around him as you adjusted to his size before you moved; just a subtle rock of your hips—catching your clit on the bottom of his abdomen—before you eased back down. You both let out sighs of pleasure at the friction, and Choso’s hand slipped down your hip to grip the plush of your ass.

“Again, please,” he urged you, using his hand to rock you back into him, and you moaned into his mouth as you tangled your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to you.

You obliged him, rolling your hips into his a little harder, lifting off of his cock a more so he could feel the way your walls dragged over him. He moaned into your mouth, needy and hungry as you repeated the motion.

Choso wasn’t a religious man. He had never understood why humans felt so compelled to worship higher beings. Until this moment. Until he felt you on top of him and suddenly realized that he had never felt more alive in his entire existence—had never felt so real, never felt so human. And you were a vision of beauty seat on top of him—lips slightly parted and lids heavy as you bounced your hips on his cock.

“Does it—does it feel good for you?” Choso asked you breathlessly, the tips of your noses brushing as you glided your hips over his.

“Feels really good for me, Choso,” you reassured him, bringing your mouth to his so you could swallow down his cries of pleasure.

You rode him gently, but not without need or want. You rolled your hips into his, took every moan and whine he gave you—with your lips melded to his and your fingers tangled in his hair—and gave back to him more. Choso’s fingers dug harshly into your skin to keep himself anchored as you enveloped him softly and sweetly, the way he deserved.

He was at a loss for words but not quiet about his pleasure. His eyelids fluttered as you rode him, whimpered breaths leaving his mouth and ghosting over your lips every time he felt your walls drag up and back down his cock. He moaned your name more than once, the hand he had on you always pressing you a little closer when he did, your nipples rubbing up against his chest as your lips meld to his.

Small utterances of praises left his mouth when your lips broke away for long enough, his eyes hazy and soft with lust when you pulled back far enough to see them. You pressed your lips to his jaw while your hips rolled to meet his so that you could hear the sounds he made in your ear. You could feel him getting closer, his voice getting needier, his fingertips clawing into your skin harder as his body started to tremble under you.

“Close, baby, I’m really close,” Choso whimpered against your ear, the arm he was propped up on faltering as his hips started jumping to meet yours, pushing his cock roughly into you as his movements became more desperate. You eased him down onto his back, your hands guiding his shoulders to the bed as he held your waist. Your body leaned over him, bare and beautiful in the evening light, as his deep purple eyes drank in your figure. His eyebrows were furrowed up in the pleasure, his hips twitching under you desperately.

“Don’t hold back, Cho. Want you to cum for me,” you urged him, sliding a hand between your legs to rub your clit while you dragged your hips up and down him—pulling all the way up so he could feel the way your walls hugged him when you sunk back down.

Choso’s hips rutted up into you compulsively now as he let out labored breaths and sobs of pleasure. You moved with him, encouraging him to take you as he wanted, as he needed. You leaned closer into his body once more, moaning back into his mouth as he came undone. Your name fell from his lips, heavy with the sounds of his breathing as he clung to your body.

“Cumming, cumming, please,” he sobbed to you, his fingers gripped so tight into your hips you knew he’d leave welts, but you were too far gone in your pleasure to care. Your hand worked faster circles into your heat, moaning with Choso as he came beneath you.

His hips stuttered, and his eyelids fluttered, his cock twitching inside of you as he climaxed. His moans were loud and heavy, his hips bucking to meet your hips with every spout of release that he gave you. You rode him through his high until you felt the burning pressure inside you reaching its peak.

You were about to vocalize your impending orgasm to him when you felt his hand snake to your throat, his thumb resting gently over your pulse point. Choso squeezed lightly, and you gasped at the unexpected pressure, your cunt fluttering around him. His half-lidded eyes watched your face as you moved above him, pleasuring yourself on his cock. He felt so connected to you, could feel how life flowed through your veins, weaving through your body until it pushed up through you, blossomed, and you came for him.

You climaxed with a whine, Choso’s hand on your throat making you feel dizzy with pleasure. Your cunt pulsed around him, the blood there heavy and full around the shape of him inside you, and Choso groaned along with you. Your hips rolled back against his—your mouth parted open in wordless ecstasy—and Choso whined from the over-stimulation, watching you with wonder until you settled gently on top of him. Your cheek rested against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your ear while his fingers loosened around your neck and slid up to cradle your cheek.

You angled your head up to see him, bringing your own hand to his cheek so his eyes met yours. His breathing was settling down again, but his face was still flushed pink, soft and rosy. He was quiet, but his eyes were bright, with a lazy grin spread across his face that made you giggle in return.

“How did you know to do that?” You were still bewildered that he would think to choke you during his first time with you. Choso just shrugged in response, the smile on his face growing a little wider.

“It just felt right, I guess. I could feel your blood the whole time; I could feel it moving through you when you were getting closer. It felt comforting, to hold your pulse under my fingers.” His voice was gentle, his thumb brushing lightly back and forth over your cheekbone. You smiled at him.

“It felt really good for me, too,” you admitted with a smile, your fingers scratching soothingly into his scalp. “How was it for you?” You asked him tenderly. He was still inside of you, softening but reveling in the warmth of your body, in the feeling of being intertwined with you.

“I don’t think I’ve felt alive before today,” he replied softly. His eyes watched yours with adoration, all of your unspoken emotions laid out for each other without the need for words, bare like your bodies. You could feel warmth in your chest spreading, rising into your throat as your cheeks flushed, the words bubbling up to your tongue. But Choso beat you to it.

“I think I love you.” The words left his lips as if it were a simple fact, but you could see the emotion behind them painted into the purple of his eyes, warm like a sunset. A smile bloomed over your face, which Choso mirrored to you without hesitation.

“I think I love you, too,” you told him softly. You slid up his body to capture his lips with yours, feeling him smile into it. His knuckles trailed the length of your spine while your fingers tangled into the soft brown strands of his hair. Outside, two cherry blossom petals floated by, settling on the windowsill before they danced off into the breeze.

AN: thank you all for reading, and an extra thank you if you were one of the sweet souls who liked/reblogged/commented/followed along for the entire series — I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH 🫶 that being said, this is the last part of this series! I tried to get a little more poetic with this chapter so I hope it was well-received 😅 only time will tell. as always, any comments/interactions are greatly appreciated, so please do not feel shy to say hi <3

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months

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Demon-haunted computers are back, baby

Catch me in Miami! I'll be at Books and Books in Coral Gables on Jan 22 at 8PM.

As a science fiction writer, I am professionally irritated by a lot of sf movies. Not only do those writers get paid a lot more than I do, they insist on including things like "self-destruct" buttons on the bridges of their starships.

Look, I get it. When the evil empire is closing in on your flagship with its secret transdimensional technology, it's important that you keep those secrets out of the emperor's hand. An irrevocable self-destruct switch there on the bridge gets the job done! (It has to be irrevocable, otherwise the baddies'll just swarm the bridge and toggle it off).

But c'mon. If there's a facility built into your spaceship that causes it to explode no matter what the people on the bridge do, that is also a pretty big security risk! What if the bad guy figures out how to hijack the measure that – by design – the people who depend on the spaceship as a matter of life and death can't detect or override?

I mean, sure, you can try to simplify that self-destruct system to make it easier to audit and assure yourself that it doesn't have any bugs in it, but remember Schneier's Law: anyone can design a security system that works so well that they themselves can't think of a flaw in it. That doesn't mean you've made a security system that works – only that you've made a security system that works on people stupider than you.

I know it's weird to be worried about realism in movies that pretend we will ever find a practical means to visit other star systems and shuttle back and forth between them (which we are very, very unlikely to do):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/09/astrobezzle/#send-robots-instead

But this kind of foolishness galls me. It galls me even more when it happens in the real world of technology design, which is why I've spent the past quarter-century being very cross about Digital Rights Management in general, and trusted computing in particular.

It all starts in 2002, when a team from Microsoft visited our offices at EFF to tell us about this new thing they'd dreamed up called "trusted computing":

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/05/trusting-trust/#thompsons-devil

The big idea was to stick a second computer inside your computer, a very secure little co-processor, that you couldn't access directly, let alone reprogram or interfere with. As far as this "trusted platform module" was concerned, you were the enemy. The "trust" in trusted computing was about other people being able to trust your computer, even if they didn't trust you.

So that little TPM would do all kinds of cute tricks. It could observe and produce a cryptographically signed manifest of the entire boot-chain of your computer, which was meant to be an unforgeable certificate attesting to which kind of computer you were running and what software you were running on it. That meant that programs on other computers could decide whether to talk to your computer based on whether they agreed with your choices about which code to run.

This process, called "remote attestation," is generally billed as a way to identify and block computers that have been compromised by malware, or to identify gamers who are running cheats and refuse to play with them. But inevitably it turns into a way to refuse service to computers that have privacy blockers turned on, or are running stream-ripping software, or whose owners are blocking ads:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/02/self-incrimination/#wei-bai-bai

After all, a system that treats the device's owner as an adversary is a natural ally for the owner's other, human adversaries. The rubric for treating the owner as an adversary focuses on the way that users can be fooled by bad people with bad programs. If your computer gets taken over by malicious software, that malware might intercept queries from your antivirus program and send it false data that lulls it into thinking your computer is fine, even as your private data is being plundered and your system is being used to launch malware attacks on others.

These separate, non-user-accessible, non-updateable secure systems serve a nubs of certainty, a remote fortress that observes and faithfully reports on the interior workings of your computer. This separate system can't be user-modifiable or field-updateable, because then malicious software could impersonate the user and disable the security chip.

It's true that compromised computers are a real and terrifying problem. Your computer is privy to your most intimate secrets and an attacker who can turn it against you can harm you in untold ways. But the widespread redesign of out computers to treat us as their enemies gives rise to a range of completely predictable and – I would argue – even worse harms. Building computers that treat their owners as untrusted parties is a system that works well, but fails badly.

First of all, there are the ways that trusted computing is designed to hurt you. The most reliable way to enshittify something is to supply it over a computer that runs programs you can't alter, and that rats you out to third parties if you run counter-programs that disenshittify the service you're using. That's how we get inkjet printers that refuse to use perfectly good third-party ink and cars that refuse to accept perfectly good engine repairs if they are performed by third-party mechanics:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon

It's how we get cursed devices and appliances, from the juicer that won't squeeze third-party juice to the insulin pump that won't connect to a third-party continuous glucose monitor:

https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2020/01/unauthorized-bread-a-near-future-tale-of-refugees-and-sinister-iot-appliances/

But trusted computing doesn't just create an opaque veil between your computer and the programs you use to inspect and control it. Trusted computing creates a no-go zone where programs can change their behavior based on whether they think they're being observed.

The most prominent example of this is Dieselgate, where auto manufacturers murdered hundreds of people by gimmicking their cars to emit illegal amount of NOX. Key to Dieselgate was a program that sought to determine whether it was being observed by regulators (it checked for the telltale signs of the standard test-suite) and changed its behavior to color within the lines.

Software that is seeking to harm the owner of the device that's running it must be able to detect when it is being run inside a simulation, a test-suite, a virtual machine, or any other hallucinatory virtual world. Just as Descartes couldn't know whether anything was real until he assured himself that he could trust his senses, malware is always questing to discover whether it is running in the real universe, or in a simulation created by a wicked god:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/28/descartes-was-an-optimist/#uh-oh

That's why mobile malware uses clever gambits like periodically checking for readings from your device's accelerometer, on the theory that a virtual mobile phone running on a security researcher's test bench won't have the fidelity to generate plausible jiggles to match the real data that comes from a phone in your pocket:

https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/01/google-play-malware-used-phones-motion-sensors-to-conceal-itself/

Sometimes this backfires in absolutely delightful ways. When the Wannacry ransomware was holding the world hostage, the security researcher Marcus Hutchins noticed that its code made reference to a very weird website: iuqerfsodp9ifjaposdfjhgosurijfaewrwergwea.com. Hutchins stood up a website at that address and every Wannacry-infection in the world went instantly dormant:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/10/flintstone-delano-roosevelt/#the-matrix

It turns out that Wannacry's authors were using that ferkakte URL the same way that mobile malware authors were using accelerometer readings – to fulfill Descartes' imperative to distinguish the Matrix from reality. The malware authors knew that security researchers often ran malicious code inside sandboxes that answered every network query with fake data in hopes of eliciting responses that could be analyzed for weaknesses. So the Wannacry worm would periodically poll this nonexistent website and, if it got an answer, it would assume that it was being monitored by a security researcher and it would retreat to an encrypted blob, ceasing to operate lest it give intelligence to the enemy. When Hutchins put a webserver up at iuqerfsodp9ifjaposdfjhgosurijfaewrwergwea.com, every Wannacry instance in the world was instantly convinced that it was running on an enemy's simulator and withdrew into sulky hibernation.

The arms race to distinguish simulation from reality is critical and the stakes only get higher by the day. Malware abounds, even as our devices grow more intimately woven through our lives. We put our bodies into computers – cars, buildings – and computers inside our bodies. We absolutely want our computers to be able to faithfully convey what's going on inside them.

But we keep running as hard as we can in the opposite direction, leaning harder into secure computing models built on subsystems in our computers that treat us as the threat. Take UEFI, the ubiquitous security system that observes your computer's boot process, halting it if it sees something it doesn't approve of. On the one hand, this has made installing GNU/Linux and other alternative OSes vastly harder across a wide variety of devices. This means that when a vendor end-of-lifes a gadget, no one can make an alternative OS for it, so off the landfill it goes.

It doesn't help that UEFI – and other trusted computing modules – are covered by Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), which makes it a felony to publish information that can bypass or weaken the system. The threat of a five-year prison sentence and a $500,000 fine means that UEFI and other trusted computing systems are understudied, leaving them festering with longstanding bugs:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/09/free-sample/#que-viva

Here's where it gets really bad. If an attacker can get inside UEFI, they can run malicious software that – by design – no program running on our computers can detect or block. That badware is running in "Ring -1" – a zone of privilege that overrides the operating system itself.

Here's the bad news: UEFI malware has already been detected in the wild:

https://securelist.com/cosmicstrand-uefi-firmware-rootkit/106973/

And here's the worst news: researchers have just identified another exploitable UEFI bug, dubbed Pixiefail:

https://blog.quarkslab.com/pixiefail-nine-vulnerabilities-in-tianocores-edk-ii-ipv6-network-stack.html

Writing in Ars Technica, Dan Goodin breaks down Pixiefail, describing how anyone on the same LAN as a vulnerable computer can infect its firmware:

https://arstechnica.com/security/2024/01/new-uefi-vulnerabilities-send-firmware-devs-across-an-entire-ecosystem-scrambling/

That vulnerability extends to computers in a data-center where the attacker has a cloud computing instance. PXE – the system that Pixiefail attacks – isn't widely used in home or office environments, but it's very common in data-centers.

Again, once a computer is exploited with Pixiefail, software running on that computer can't detect or delete the Pixiefail code. When the compromised computer is queried by the operating system, Pixiefail undetectably lies to the OS. "Hey, OS, does this drive have a file called 'pixiefail?'" "Nope." "Hey, OS, are you running a process called 'pixiefail?'" "Nope."

This is a self-destruct switch that's been compromised by the enemy, and which no one on the bridge can de-activate – by design. It's not the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.

There are models for helping your computer bust out of the Matrix. Back in 2016, Edward Snowden and bunnie Huang prototyped and published source code and schematics for an "introspection engine":

https://assets.pubpub.org/aacpjrja/AgainstTheLaw-CounteringLawfulAbusesofDigitalSurveillance.pdf

This is a single-board computer that lives in an ultraslim shim that you slide between your iPhone's mainboard and its case, leaving a ribbon cable poking out of the SIM slot. This connects to a case that has its own OLED display. The board has leads that physically contact each of the network interfaces on the phone, conveying any data they transit to the screen so that you can observe the data your phone is sending without having to trust your phone.

(I liked this gadget so much that I included it as a major plot point in my 2020 novel Attack Surface, the third book in the Little Brother series):

https://craphound.com/attacksurface/

We don't have to cede control over our devices in order to secure them. Indeed, we can't ever secure them unless we can control them. Self-destruct switches don't belong on the bridge of your spaceship, and trusted computing modules don't belong in your devices.

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/17/descartes-delenda-est/#self-destruct-sequence-initiated

Image: Mike (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/stillwellmike/15676883261/

CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

#pluralistic #uefi #owner override #user override #jailbreaking #dmca 1201 #schneiers law #descartes #nub of certainty #self-destruct button #trusted computing #secure enclaves #drm #ngscb #next generation secure computing base #palladium #pixiefail #infosec

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hello my beautiful bubs💗 so I see you added Max Burnett to your list and like to request a little angsty and fluff.

So Maybe him and reader get into a ugly and heated argument or he leaves her with no explanation like he does in the movie but then they End up fixing everything after awhile.

hey baby! I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - max left you with a word, causing you to go through many stages of heartbreak until you finally meet again after 5 years.

warning - angst, swearing, heartbreak, no happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

He told you to meet him here. You were sure of it. You had reread the address and time he sent, not wanting to disappoint him. You waited anxiously on the bed, gnawing your bottom lip as you whipped your head from the door to your phone. You turned it on and went to the messages, opening his contact.

Max❤: Meet me at our spoken place, you know what room. No, later than 12.

You looked at the time, noting it was now an hour past 12, and you were all alone. You scrolled through the messages you had sent him.

You: I’m here. 12:00 seen

You: Max? Where are you? 12:05 seen

You: Max? 12:15 seen

You stared sadly at your last message.

You: I see… You’re not coming… 1:00 message could not be delivered

You blinked back the tears, wondering if you would’ve seen the signs beforehand if you weren’t so stupidly in love. You would’ve rathered him break things off face to face instead of leaving you like this. Did he even care about you? Were you nothing to him? All these thoughts ran through your head as you stared at the wall, not bothering to wipe the tears that rolled down your cheek away. You must’ve been there for a long time because you were only brought out of your zoned-out state when someone entered the room, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and asking if you were okay. You painfully smiled, nodding your head before leaving. You made your way home, feeling drained of all emotion, not knowing if you’ll ever feel okay again.

You slowly stripped from your clothes, turned the shower on and entered. Your head rested against the cool tile, letting the water run down your body as tears fell from your eyes. Your heart hurt more than ever, squeezing harshly inside your chest as if someone had reached inside and begun to squeeze. Your sobs filled the quietness of your apartment, showing you how alone you really were. Once you were finished with your shower, you slowly got out and dried yourself, dressing in your comfy clothes before crawling into your bed, ignoring the harsh rumbles in your stomach, begging for food, ignoring the dryness of your throat. You just wanted to close your eyes and never wake again.

It had been about five years since Max left you without a goodbye and a shattered heart. You spent the first year numb, barely living or feeling anything. Your friends and family didn’t see or hear from you, and when they did, they noticed that you barely took care of yourself. They tried convincing you to go to therapy, but you stared at them blankly. Barely even hearing a word they spoke to you.

The second year, you spent grieving. Your feelings came crashing down on you one day, and you couldn’t stop the dam from breaking. You’d cry whenever you saw something that reminded you of him, and you’d cry if you saw his name or someone who looked like him. You’d cry when you came home and saw things he had gifted you or the jumper he had left behind. The people in your life were still worried, but they were relieved you were at least feeling something now, taking more care of yourself than the previous year.

And now we are here. For the remaining years, you became cold, heartless, and mean. You had built walls so damn high around your heart that no one could penetrate it. This is what caused the meeting you walked into. Your friends and family sat in your loungeroom as you walked into your apartment, staring at you worriedly. Throwing excuses that they care about you, they're worried about your well-being, and that you need to get help. You left, slamming the door behind you and heading to the closet bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a whiskey, needing something strong. You barely took notice of the man sitting beside you, rolling your eyes as other seats were available.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you drink whiskey.” You scowled, knowing who was now sitting beside you by the voice. Max smirked, leaning against the counter. “What, no hug?” You skulled the rest of your drink, slamming the glass down before slowly turning toward him, noticing the smug look on his face.

You smirk, causing his brows to furrow as confusion takes over his features before you raise your fist and slam it into his face, hearing the crunch of his nose. You slam some bills down onto the counter and begin to walk off, exiting the bar to get as far away from that asshole as possible. You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw, when you heard him following behind you. “Hey! Wait up!” You don’t. You just pick up your pace until he grabs hold of your arm and spins you, quickly raising his hands as you go to punch him again. “I just want to talk.”

“Talk?” You growl, stepping closer to the man. “Now you just want to talk? After five fucking years, you finally want to fucking talk?!” You scream, punching his chest until he grabs your wrists and stares at you. You huff, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk, Max. I want you to fuck off. I want to return to five years ago and get the shattered pieces of my heart back.” You lick your lips, “I want to go back to before I met you so that I could have never met you and fallen for your stupid words and your stupid face. I want to be me again, but guess what? I can’t! Because I fell for you.”

He raises a brow, gulping as he continues to stare at you. He took in how beautiful you had gotten and how your sweet scent wafted through the air and into his nose. He missed you and feels it’s too late to make it up to you, but god, he will try his hardest too. “Are you done?”

“Let me go, you asshole.” You growl. You wouldn’t let him back in. You couldn’t. You don’t know if you’ll survive another heartbreak and aren’t willing to try.

“Just listen to me, okay? I’ve been looking for you for five years.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s true, goddamit, Y/n! Will you just fucking listen to me.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, huh? What’s worse than you pretending to fucking love me and then leaving me without so much of a word?” Your glare sharpens, desperately wanting to get far away from him.

“For fuck sake! I didn’t pretend to fucking love you! I still fucking love you! I didn’t have a fucking choice, okay?!” Your brows furrow, wondering what the fuck he means by that. Max sighs. “They were onto you and me. They threatened to hurt you if I met or even spoke to you. It took me four years to get away from them, to get them off my radar. You disappeared. I’ve been looking for you to ensure they didn’t do anything. Fuck! I didn’t want to fucking hurt you!”

You shake your head, not wanting to believe him. You couldn’t. Sure, you still had some love for him, but you couldn’t put yourself through that again. Max cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes with his tear-filled ones. “Please, just give me a chance… Even as a friend, I just… Please, I need to have you in my life.” You shrug against him, stepping back and away from him.

“I don’t know… Maybe in another life, but I don’t know if I can put myself through that again.” You swallow the sob that tries to pass your lips before turning away from him and walking away, holding back the tears that want to fall.

“Y/n! Please!” He cries vision blurred with tears as he watches you leave him like he left you.

thank you for reading!

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suguruplsr · 3 months

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Can we please get a Suguru × overworked Waitress reader? It can be fluff, maybe light angst from the reader, I'm all for the spice/smut as well 🩵🩵🩵

(btw you're one of my favorite writers on here, pls never stop🩷)

Let Me Do It

,, x fem! reader , fluff + light angst + suggestive ending? <3

note: ty nonnie, that makes me so happy to hear. i try my best babes <333

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Friday, 9:05 PM • [suguru] to [you]: u off right abt now? picking u up today.

Friday, 9:10 PM • [you] to [suguru]: mhm, getting my things. i’ll bring u that frappe you like <3

you smile at the incoming message of suguru letting you know he’s on his way, thanking you for the drink. you double check your things, putting them next to each other before walking out of the break room.

the usually bustling cafe was hushed, the lo-fi music in the background playing more clearly without voices over it. the few coworkers leaving gave you their goodbyes as you head to the kitchen, starting on the mocha frappe suguru would regularly ask for in the drive-thru. humming the tune of the song in your earbud, you consider grabbing an extra drink or making a bag of food for yourself.

unfortunately, while in a time limit and a body that desperately needs to lay down, your indecisive mind convinces you to grab a donut, and quickly fry a medium sized pack of fries. an odd choice sure. but you recently got off your period, let a girl live.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket as you pack up the food items. with a small pep in your step, you head to the break room, catching your manager. “[name]! just the one i was looking for— i just wanted to thank you for taking extra hours this week, i was hoping if you could do it again next? you’ll be compensated greatly.” she smiles as if she couldn’t see the visible signs of tiredness upon your face.

your stomach turns disgustingly from the sight of her uncanny expression. you’re finally about to experience your two days off on the weekend, after multiple tiring days that rank from you waking up at dawn, working morning to night. “uh, im not entirely sure. i’ll call you before monday.” you don’t have the heart to tell her no, even if you know you’re teetering on the line of total exhaustion. you manager grins, clapping her hands together, “thank you so much! i’ll be waiting for that call. have a good day [name]!” you mutter a ‘you too’ as she disappears to her office, dread filling your body.

you know, once you try saying no, she’s gonna tell all the things as last time. about how business is harder after she fired some workers, or how much she could really use your help. all the same manipulation that makes your weak heart endure work tirelessly.

you shake your head, remembering that suguru was probably outside by now, considering the periodic buzz of your phone, and settling your things in your large work bag. which was basically a big purse, it’s been pretty helpful since you started bringing bags of food home. deciding that you don’t want a mocha mess in your purse, you carry the drink to the black BMW just outside of the establishment.

you see suguru leaning on the vehicle, his expression softening once he sees you, his arms opening invitingly, “hey baby.” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you when you move eagerly into his hold, just needing to feel him. and his warm embrace quells all of the distress in you. you let out a deep sigh, body melting like jelly and turning your head to kiss his throat. “hi..” you whisper, “hi.” suguru smiles, looking down at you.

but your stomach turns when his lips form into a frown, eyebrows furrowed, “get in the car f’me.” he speaks in a hushed tone, kissing your forehead and walking with you to the passenger door, opening it for you. you get settled into the car once he closes the door, smelling the aroma of roses coming from the rose thorn air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror.

suguru turns his head to you after slowing down at the red light, just a few blocks away from home. you’re laid back with your eyes closed. and his eyes find the places on your body that signify your terrible exhaustion. like the eye bags you hate so much. hair more unkempt than how you like it, mainly because you’ve kept it in one style most of the week. or how you haven’t had time to wear any of the pieces of jewelry you love so much.

he can’t help but feel discomfort tingle in him as he thinks about the off handed comments you’ve mentioned about your manager for the past few weeks. all mostly with a roll of your eyes, or a sorry smile because of the extra hours you put in. it all makes suguru consider grabbing that phone of yours and giving her a piece of his mind.

but the small sounds of your snores bring an unconscious smile to his face, pressing on the gas.

you awake to your head hitting one of the uncomfortable pillows on your couch, body secured in suguru’s hold as he lays you on the couch. “hm?” you groan, blinking your eyes in confusion as suguru smiles down at you, “gonna go get your stuff from the car, i made dinner earlier, it’s on the stove.” your hearts warms from his words, a dreamy sigh barely leaving your lips as he parts from you with one of his forehead kisses, your favorite.

once he’s slipping out the front door, you stretch with a yawn, smelling a lingering scent of one of the many incense he owns, mixed with the smell of your favorite food. as you’re fixing your plates, you hear the front door close, footsteps moving throughout the house before heading towards you, and the sound of your lover slurping his drink begins to get loud. seconds later, arms wrap around you, a half empty drink in his hand, “have i ever told you how much i love you?” suguru kisses your neck, a strong whiff of mocha within his breath.

you cringe with a giggle hidden in your voice, “mmm, i dunno. i’m sure you love that frappe. considering it’s gone after..how long? three minutes?” you chuckle, putting down the utensil used to set the food on the plates, and laying your head onto his shoulder while he begins to pepper kisses around your face. “s’too good baby. but go sit down, let me finish this for you. bag’s in the room..” suguru gives you a firm little squeeze on your waist, taking away the plate in your hand and stepping back to let you escape his hold.

you allow him to take control, raising a brow at his catering. “is something wrong?” you question with a tilt of your head watching as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. you only gain his silence for a few moments, admiring the black graphic tee that his muscles would flex through every now and then, long hair swaying. you love seeing that slightly annoyed expression of his whenever his bang gets in his way. and you know it won’t be long until he’s asking you to trim it for him.

“well.. you seem more tired recently. and of course, i love seeing you work hard. but i just don’t want you touching a single thing when you’re home, you do too much at work already. just let me make your life a bit easier baby..” suguru sighs, eyes holding his grimace. bothered from the mere thought of you overworking yourself, just saying it is hard enough for him. as he goes to grab some silverware, facing you, he’s greeted with the sight of you silently crying, hurriedly wiping your eyes as he quickly moves over to you.

“s-sorry. you just —“ you hiccup, trying to gulp down the heavy feeling in your throat as suguru pulls you into a heartfelt hug that only makes you break down more, wrapping your arms right around his neck. “you don’t have to talk.” his whispers, “but i want you to know how much i appreciate you, i really needed this.” you mumble, sighing in content as he lifts you up, meeting your gaze with a boyish smile, despite your wet crying face, and pecking your lips.

“yea?”

“yeah..”

“wanna tell me about it?”

“not yet.. in the morning.”

suguru hums in acknowledgement, walking towards your bedroom door as you hold his face dearly, kissing around his lips before giving him a long deep kiss. “god.. you don’t know how much i love you..” and he huffs against your lips, rolling his eyes with a grin that sticks to his face, cheeks hurting. “i’m pretty sure you can show me another time. all about you t’night baby..”

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pshcomforts · 2 months

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➳ love wins all | yjw.

idol!jungwon x fem!reader

“is it a bad ending?”

synopsis: jungwon, once again, forgot an important date for your guys’ relationship, and you’re tired of it.

warnings/content: written in third pov. angst to fluff. argument! toxic if you squint really hard. mentions of breakup. poor boy’s stressed out :( cursing (i think) and not proofread.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 1.8k

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current song playing: love wins all by iu

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:05 ─────|────────────── -3:22

the time was ticking.

y/n constantly looked at the clock, noticing the minutes go by faster than she thought. she sighed, “he didn’t really forget did he..?” the soft mumble leaving her lips as she didn’t want to believe it.

[ 1:24 am ] — the phone beamed.

she was beginning to give up on him. “just a few more minutes…,” the girl murmured, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall.

[ 1:40 am ] — time turned.

her heart sank at how long it’s been. she then decided to clean up the big surprise she had for her boyfriend, putting things away messily while letting tears dropping atlas as she felt useless.

suddenly, the door was being struggled to get unlocked. y/n waited, knowing that it was finally him but had no hopes anymore.

the doorknob was soon unlocked and in came her dimpled boyfriend, still in his practice outfit and seemingly fighting the urge to sleep.

no words were said. she only looked at him with disappointment. jungwon made eye contact with her once he took off his shoes and gave out a long sigh.

“oh hey baby,” he whispered, breaking the long silence that felt like torture

y/n didn’t answer right away. she waited for her throat to clear from the tears she let out.

“won, do you know what today was…?”

the tired male sighed in defeat, giving a clear hint to her that he had forgotten. “um…,” his one word changed y/n’s mood.

“i know you’re tired from practice, but i waited… for 4 hours.., you gave no message whatsoever, and i even told you how important this dinner was for us. did you even know it was our anniversary?”

y/n finally broke loose, letting out what she had been holding in for the past few hours in his absence. she looked at him, seeing if there was any mercy in his eyes but he only looked tired.

finally, he hoarsely spoke, “i know… i’m sorry i forgot.”

the girl scoffed at his words, tears falling constantly down from her eyes that had become red.

“that’s all you have to say??”

jungwon sighed again, his arm falling over his eyes as he said, “what do you want me to say?” in a tiring voice.

y/n stayed quiet in disbelief that her boyfriend of two years was really acting like this. “wonie, you don’t even remember our anniversary and now you’re not even being sincere with me?”

“look babe, we got heavily yelled at today and-“

“and that’s supposed to affect how we are at home?”

“why are you making it a bigger deal than it should be?” he quickly shot back.

jungwon sat up, finally making eye contact with his girl after a while. his eyes stayed firm and serious, no longer looking like the adorable boba eyes she once knew throughout the years.

“won, for the last few months, i’ve been feeling like i’m the only one in a relationship and it’s been getting tiring. i understand you have a busy schedule but-“

“if you understand then why are you even bringing this up?” the boy exasperated with a groan.

she huffed. he wasn’t understanding her point, and it was getting to her.

“because i feel like you don’t even understand me,” y/n’s voice trembled. quite suddenly, won stopped and finally took focus into her after he heard it.

“for so long, i feel like i’ve been putting effort only.” she added on, heart crumbling apart piece by piece.

jungwon sighed as his fluttering eyes stayed glued to the ground while mumbling, “you know how important it is to me to be in enhypen. you know that it’s what i’ve wanted for so long.”

the girl sniffled and wiped her tears away. “i know.. i do, but lately, you’ve been so distant. every mistake you’ve done in this relationship, i’ve excused but now.., you forgetting our anniversary is something i can’t look past on.”

he rolled his eyes, getting tired of going back and forth on this argument.

y/n took notice. of course she did. that little gesture was something unusual from her boyfriend. “you’re not even listening to what i’m saying won-“

“because! what you’re saying is nonsense. i’ve been going through so much as the leader for our comeback — keeping everything in order, making sure all the members are prepared..,” he sighed in exhaustion before continuing.

“i’m tired, and the last thing i want is to come home to an argument waiting to happen, which has been going on for a while, for absolutely no reason at all.”

the long awaited argument was now out.

jungwon had finally exploded, raising his voice in frustration whilst cutting her off in the process.

she was taken back by it of course, not knowing what to say as she stayed silent to what he said. he still wasn’t listening to her.

the male put his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes, almost feeling guilty of his explosion.

y/n took notice, sighing with a heartache inside as she huffed, “if it’s always going to be like this then.. maybe it’s best if we’re not together anymore.”

the sudden suggestion jolted jungwon from his half-asleep state. he stood and walked to her.

“you can’t be serious, y/n??”

his voice rose again, causing the girl to close her eyes from it. he sighed, half in regret and half in frustration.

“you really think your solution to this is breaking up?” he questioned.

the two were letting tears fall now, breakdowns happening left and right.

his hand touched her gentle cheek, subtly wiping away her tears as he slightly pushed her cheeks up so she can look at him. a small smile attempted to display on his lips for reassurance but y/n only turned away from the skinship.

she knew that most of their fights always ended like this, and she couldn’t have it like that anymore.

it was quiet.

nobody wanted to say anything that could ruin the mood even more. it remained like that before the girl suddenly heard the ruffles of his clothing and keys, knowing he was about to head out of the door.

she dreaded to ask the question but she had to. “did you ever really love me?”

the question stopped jungwon from walking any further. they both swiftly turned to each other, locking their watery eyes with betrayal and hurt emerged on their faces.

“that’s too much!” his voice broke in the sudden yell, causing the two to tremble down into more crying tears.

y/n felt everything crashing down, pain entering through her body all at once.

“i used to never question that until now, won.” she uttered in a shaky tone.

finally, he approached her after what she said. his eyes were filled with just as much pain as hers as they sparkled.

the boy wanted to apologize but he didn’t know how with how far they had gotten into it. none of their arguments had ever been this bad.

“you know i love you y/n…, you’re my girl. i can’t even imagine a life without you. you’re the only thing that matters in my life right now. i enjoy being an idol but you? you come first. you always will.”

a few voice cracks happened in his message that showed his raw emotion.

he locked eye contact with her, showing her his tears that he couldn’t control through it all.

✩ ‘i carefully hold you in my eyes’ ✩

y/n didn’t respond. she still felt hurt that he forgot the big and small events he used to know.

the girl only hugged him, squeezing him in her embrace that made the two only cry harder in each others arms.

she still said nothing.

the two stayed like that for a few minutes as she let jungwon cry it out.

only soft sobs and quiet sniffles were heard throughout the apartment. he was going through so much as the leader and this hug was what he needed.

✩ ‘hold me tight until i can’t breathe’ ✩

y/n needed more though. she wanted to hear his usual whispers of sweet nothings, his unique voice that always tingled in her ear, his warm hugs that felt like home.

✩ ‘i want to be sad with you my lover’ ✩

so she let him continue to sob until he felt better, and it was then that she left his embrace.

his favorite girl placed her hand on his tear-stained cheek in the process, only giving a half smile and leaving to their bedroom.

there were still no words said after that.

jungwon stayed out in the living room, sitting on the sofa as he continuously rubbed his eyes in frustration.

he was tired, and he just wanted the night to end.

after sitting with his thoughts for a few minutes longer, he finally decided to look at the clock.

[ 3:16 am ] — it read.

won sighed, believing that it was finally time to head into the bedroom as well.

as he stepped further to their room, he saw y/n on the very edge of her side of the bed. his heart ached, knowing he messed up big time.

“are you awake?” his soft voice spoke, standing where the door frame was in hesitation.

his adorable lips pressed into a thin line, showing his dimples as he contemplated on whether or not he should be in the same bed as her after the argument.

‘please… stay with me..,’ his favorite person thought, wide awake as she pretended to sleep.

truth be told, she didn’t know what his choice would be. it felt like she didn’t know who jungwon was anymore.

y/n stayed on her side of the bed, heart trembling in fear of how things would turn when suddenly feeling a huge dip on her opposite side.

he stayed.

a relief sighed out of her, though remaining sound asleep in his eyes.

he laid down on his side, abruptly pulling his girlfriend closer to him.

she felt the pull and complied. his body ghosted over hers as she turned around to come face to face with him.

the girl’s eyes slowly opened to meet his, and all he could do was display his subtle surprise that she was awake.

but they quickly softened at her reddened eyes that cried for comfort.

tears welled up in the two again.

their pillows became wet with them as jungwon softly mumbled — “i love you, baby.”

y/n sniffled her snot back in before replying, “i love you too.”

he sniffled as well, moving to kiss her forehead and pull her closer to him.

the tall male wrapped himself around his girlfriend, holding her near to let her know that he wouldn’t let her go that easily.

jungwon and y/n let the last of their tears leave their tired eyes for the night as her hand rested on his broad chest, and his arms confirmed the reassurance she needed.

they were okay again.

✩ ‘our love wins all, love wins all’ ✩

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lassieposting · 6 months

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Concept: ME2, told through Shepard's very active text chain with bestest best buddy Wrex after he leaves the Normandy post-ME1.

Like. Cerberus has a new omnitool for her aboard the SR2 and the first thing she does is try to contact him and Garrus. It takes a few days - and a few frustrating phone calls - to reactivate her old line and forward her messages and contacts and shit, but eventually they all ping her at once as the tool downloads them

10 November 2183

[10:46 GST] Urdnot Wrex: [11 missed calls]

[10:48 GST] Urdnot Wrex: pick up

[10:51 GST] Urdnot Wrex: answer me

[10:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: alliancenewsnetwork.ex/breaking_news_ssv_normandy_shot_down_over_alchera

[10:53 GST] Urdnot Wrex: ur ok?

[12:01 GST] Urdnot Wrex: shepard?

[14:32 GST] Urdnot Wrex: SHEPARD???

10 November 2184

[8:51 GST] Urdnot Wrex: img_attachment_bottle_of_ryncol_very_blurry.jpg

[8:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: cheers

[8:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: fucking. pyjak

And she gets back in touch with him, explains what happened to her and why she was MIA for two years, has a bit of a quick cry maybe because she misses him and she's surrounded by Cerberus lifers and she just wants someone on board she can trust to have her back, and from then on Wrex has to get used to receiving weird contextless texts on a regular basis

[9:17 TNT] Shepard: LOOK WHO I FOUND

[9:17 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_garrus_asleep_in_medbay_post_surgery.png

[9:18 TNT] Shepard: Ignore all the bandages, his face fell off but we fixed it. You will not believe what he's been doing im going to kill him

[13:18 TNT] Shepard: video_attachment_garrus_fascinated_by_medbay_automatic_doors.mp4

[13:18 TNT] Shepard: Anaesthetic is wearing off...slowly...

And

[17:08 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_urz_wearing_hotdog_costume.png

[17:08 TNT] Shepard: :)

[17:09 TNT] Urdnot Wrex: i gave u that thing to win u credits and ur just putting it in stupid outfits

[17:10 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_urz_asleep_on_bed_with_plushie.png

[17:11 TNT] Shepard: yeah :) he baby

[17:13 TNT] Shepard: instagram.ex/urztherescuevarren

And

[22:31 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_harbinger_assuming_direct_control.png

[22:31 TNT] Shepard: wHaT tHe FuCk WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[22:47 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_collector_corpses.png

[22:47 TNT] Shepard: nvm we good man these things UGLY

And of course, some go in the opposite direction.

[05:17 GST] Urdnot Wrex: so you finally did it eh

[05:25 GST] Shepard: Did what?

[05:29 GST] Urdnot Wrex: vakarian. about damn time

[05:41 GST] Shepard: oh my god 😂

[05:41 GST] Shepard: brb gonna go kill grunt

[05:42 GST] Urdnot Wrex: whatever a "step" dad is, he thinks hes getting one

Just. Shep and Wrex staying a big part of each others lives despite all the lightyears and star systems and backbreaking responsibility between them

#mass effect #mass effect headcanons #femshep #urdnot wrex

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lovesphases · 12 days

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why are you here - rafe x fem!reader

summary - you and rafe had been secretly hooking up for a while. when you show up to a party with your new boyfriend and he has his new girlfriend on his arm, you guys can’t help but remind each other why you can’t stay friends.

warnings! - p in v, unprotected p in v, cheating, semi public sex, sorta getting caught? , drug use, alcohol use. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed any

a/n - i’m very rusty so please bare with me and lmk your thoughts 🙏 . not proofread

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends

Applying the finishing touches of your makeup you take a step back to fully look at yourself in the mirror. The white mini dress you’re wearing hugs your body in the perfect places. It lands just below the curve of your ass and accentuates your tits, which are practically spilling out over the top. You put on your kitten heels and rush down the stairs to meet your boyfriend at the door.

“Hi baby- Holy shit.” Your boyfriend rakes his gaze over your body, making heat rush to your cheeks. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him.“I’m not sure if we’re gonna make it to the party with you looking like that.” His hand makes his way into your hair, tilting your head back giving you a deep kiss.

“Topper!” you giggle and push him away from you. “You’re gonna ruin my makeup” you whine.

“That’s nothing babe. I can really mess it up for you.” You roll your eyes, a scowl on your face.

“Topper stop! We’re gonna be late. Let’s go!”

You push past him heading towards the car. He huffs out a breath, raking a hand through his hair before following you.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

You arrive at Tannyhill, the music from the party blaring. Topper grabs your hand, leading you through the party. From across the room you spot Rafe, and his girlfriend Sofia clinging to his arm. Irritation flows through you. “Babe, I'm gonna go grab a drink.”

“Yeah sure.” knowing he’s not even listening to what you’re saying, you drop his hand and head to the kitchen.

You go to pour yourself a shot when you hear a loud pitched scream from behind you. You turn around, brows furrowed with confusion. Your face morphs into a smile when you realize the scream came from your best friend, Katie.

“OH MY GOD! KATIE!” you squeal as you rush to your best friend engulfing her in a hug. “What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming!”

“Bitch I changed my mind! Are we getting drunk or what?” you throw your head back as you let out a loud laugh.

“Pick your poison babe.”

5 Shots later you and Katie are out on the floor dancing when a touron comes up to Katie asking her to dance. She looks at you and you nod your head in approval. “I’m gonna go find Topper!” you shout over the loud music. She’s no longer paying attention, too busy dancing with the touron to listen.

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

You find your boyfriend sitting on the couch with Rafe and Kelce. You approach them, sliding into Toppers lap. You look over, making eye contact with Rafe, his eyes filled with a look you can’t quite pinpoint.

He lifts a joint to his lips inhaling, turning to Sofia he pulls her in before blowing the potent smoke into her mouth. You roll your eyes and stand up, needing to leave.

“I’ll be back” you bend down to give your boyfriend a quick kiss before turning around and heading to the bathroom.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

You look at yourself in the mirror, raking your fingers through your hair to smooth it down and touching up your lip gloss. You the hear the door open and look up, making eye contact with Rafe. He closes the door behind him and locks it.

Before you can say anything he’s suddenly in front of you. He grabs you by the throat, harshly connecting his lips with yours. He bites your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise. He uses that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You put your hands on his chest with the intention of pushing him away, though you can't help but get caught up in the way his lips move against yours. His hands find their way to your hips, snapping you out of your daze. You finally push him away.

“Rafe what the fuck?”

“What? You’ve been looking at me like you want me to dick you down all night. Getting all pissed and shit when I even look in Sofia’s direction. But now you wanna act all innocent n’shit. Got it.” he shakes his head, pulling a white baggie out of his pocket and placing it on the counter. You stare at him in shock.

“Do you want a line or what?” you make your way to where he’s standing. He hands you a rolled up bill and you lower your head, sniffing the white powder. You tilt your head back, letting out a groan as the drug makes its way through your system. He takes the bill from your hand, snorting his own lines before standing up straight.

You stare at each other for a second before he grabs you harshly by the hair, connecting your lips once more. This one messier and more intense than the last, but this time you don’t have it in you to stop. He suddenly turns you around so you're facing the mirror, hips pressed against the counter. He pulls your dress above your hips, grabbing the fat of your ass before landing a hard smack onto each cheek. You lurch forward, the pain causing the heat building in your core more intense. He thumbs the wet patch forming on your panties.

“Fuck. Still such a slut. So wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, your panties being ripped off shortly after.

His huge length ramming into you without warning. You let out a loud moan, the stretch so deliciously painful.

“Jesus. Still so fucking tight. Topper not fucking you right? That it? Is that why you're bent over for me? letting me do whatever I want to you? Bet if I wanted to fuck that pretty little ass you’d let me? Wouldn't you?” his thumb circles your puckered hole. You let out a loud moan, pussy clenching around his cock.

“Answer me when 'm talking to you. Or are you already too cock drunk to respond?” All you can do is let out another moan.

“Shut the fuck up will you? Or am I gonna have to shove those pretty panties of yours in your mouth?” he spits out through gritted teeth. “You want everyone to know that youre letting your boyfriends best friend fuck you in the bathroom?” you shake your head as his hips continue to slam into you at a brutal pace, unable to answer. The only noise filling the room being his heaving breathing and the squelching of your sopping cunt as he hits all those spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He reaches his arm around your front, rubbing fast circles onto your sensitive clit.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” you nod your head aggressively, the pressure in your core building quickly. The band finally snaps, you gush around his cock soaking the floor beneath you.

“Shit. gonna fill you up. You want that?”

“Please Rafe, please cum in me. I need you so bad. Please fill me up.” you desperately whine. He slams into you harder, his strokes becoming sloppy.

“Fuck. Fucking take it slut.” you feel his cock twitch before his hot seed fills you up. He pulls out of you tucking himself back into his pants before fingering the cum that's leaking out of your puffy cunt back into you. He puts your panties back on you before landing a swift slap to your pussy.

“You're gonna go back out there to your lil’ boyfriend filled with my cum. Just remember, you and I can never be friends. You’re mine.” you look at yourself in the mirror, mascara smudged under your eyes and your hair a mess. You go to fix it but before you can Rafe rips your hand away.

“Nah, go back out there just like that and show everyone how much of a fucking whore you are.” you turn around and storm out. Attempting to clean up your appearance as you make your way back to your boyfriend, only to find him gone. Sofia looks at you from the couch, looking between you and Rafe as he comes back into the room. Its clear what happened, your freshly fucked aperance matching his. She storms her way over to Rafe before shoving her fists into his chest.

“Are you fucking serious Rafe? You know what. Fuck both of you. You guys deserve each other” she spits out before running out.

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #obx fanfiction #obx smut #obx x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #hrny on main

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lostalioth · 7 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝

→ premise: he only intended to check on you you, he didn’t however plan on you exacting your revenge for him throwing you in the pool at that very moment. though it works out in the end to finally break the thick lingering tension between you two.

→ pairing: s1!steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, smut | 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, edging, semi-drunk sex, underaged drinking they are described as drinking but they are a bit drunk/tipsy, season 1 steve harrington and so tommy and carol are in it, Y/N IS USED ONCE, nicknames [baby, cutie], description of wet clothes

→ a/n: 05 kinktober

“Ahhh Steve noo please!” You squeal and heat washes over your body, your skin burns where Steve's hands are gripping your waist. His touch sends butterflies to start violently fluttering in your stomach. He lifts you up and you feel like the air is punched from your lungs at the strength and his hands all over you. You hear a chuckle eurrupt from his chest right before you’re thrown from his hands. You squeal as your body breaks the frozen barrier of water and you splash into the icey grimy pool. You hold your breath as you look up from under the water and see the stars sparkle in the night sky. Slowly you come up out of the water, pushing your body up on the side of the pool glaring in Harrington's direction. The cold water is working to sober you up a bit, however not as well as you wished it to. The alcohol still streaming through your veins from those last few swings of the bottle now making you only a tad bit tipsy. Tommy and Carol are keeled over laughing, nearly falling off the lawn chairs they were laid out on. “Before you kill me you're gonna need me for new clothes you know? Right?” Steve lightly whines and backs up looking like a deer in headlights as he backs himself up against the sliding patio door.

“Show me where the shower is in this damn mansion of a house and maybe just maybe I'll spare you” you groan and look down at your body as your clothes sag and cling awkwardly to your body, water dripping off of you and onto the patio tile below you making you feel like a wet dog. He slides the glass back door open quickly and waits on you, not daring to make a move. “You're so whipped Harrington, how can you deny that?!?” Tommy calls over at the boy whose frozen stood, making Carol burst out into laughter again. You and Steve glare in their direction as you make your way into the much warmer house.

They shut up and put up their hands in surrender and shrug as you and Steve walk into the house. He leads you up the stairs and points you towards his bathroom. You give him a grimace before you walk into the bathroom, you decide not to lock the door and even to leave it open a crack.

Steve gathers clothes of his own for you to change into as he hears shuffling in the bathroom before the water starts running. He grabs a baggy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of his as well as socks of his for you. He walks a few feet out of his bedroom, passing the cracked open bathroom door. The smell of his body wash wafts out the door and under his nose. You were using his body wash, and you were gonna smell all like him and be wearing his clothes. He feels his cock stir and twitch in his suddenly ill-fitting boxers at the thought, god it made his stomach turn. It would be like you were his, all his, only his. He shakes away the cloud of lust overcoming him and makes his way into the laundry room. Opening up the dryer he throws in the clothes he grabbed as well as a towel for you, setting it to run for around 10 minutes so that it all comes out warm. It might appear as though he was sucking up cause he doesn't want you to kill him for throwing you in the pool, but he does genuinely want you to be comfortable and warm. He let Carol and Tommy get the better of him and get in his head, always calling him whipped for you and saying he follows you around like a puppy. The two of you weren’t together in any capacity besides friends and it kills Steve. Cause he knows he's very obvious with his affection and infatuation and yet he's oblivious to yours. Therefore him throwing you in the pool was so they'd stop their comments about how close you two were sitting or how he was looking at you. He shouldn't have let them get to him but that was all he could think to do so they’d shut up.

Making his way back into his bedroom he stands frozen in front of the bathroom door, hand wrapped around the side where it was left open a jar. He takes a deep breath and walks in, looking down at his feet. His intentions were purely innocent and yet he couldn't fight the flush of his cheeks or the growing bulge making a small tent in his jeans as he stood there. This was his bathroom after all and so he knew his shower doors were glass and if he just looked up just an inch. He’d see your beautiful silhouette through the fogged up glass door, your hands running over your body as you rinse off the body wash. his body wash. Steve clears his throat to both catch your attention and regain his own composure enough to speak again.

“Hey uh i grabbed out some sweats and a shirt for you, even a pair of my socks, they're in the dryer with your towel so they can be toasty for ya’ i thought maybe i could take your sopping wet clothes from you to wash those” the words all practically come vomiting out of Steve's mouth in a hurry he was doing his best to make up for his adolescent action. The strain of his aching cock against his jeans persistent and annoying however.

It was killing him, knowing if he only glanced up just a bit he could see your body in all its beauty and yet he wouldn't, he couldn't. He wasn't a perv though it may seem like it sometimes, he just felt the need to check in on you, you were tipsy still and not at your own house after all.

With Steve's head bowed and his eyes apparently glued to his own feet he misses the small evil smirk that spreads on your face. “Yeah yeah that'd be great Steve thank-” you cut yourself off and let out a small fustrated string of curuses before you fake whine.

“Y/N? What happened, hey you okay?” A confused Steve stands even more frozen but he's gotten closer to the shower door and has a hand on the door handle. “Oh fuck- ughh i think i got soap in my eye. I can't tell if I rinsed it all away. Can you look at my eye for me please?” You question and fight back the smile that wants to take over your lips, forcing a squinted and pained expression instead.

Without a second thought Steve flings the shower door open, eyes now glued to your face instead of the floor and his feet. He leans forward trying to get a better look in your eye when you grab him by the collar of his shirt. Quickly before he can question you, you pull Steve into the shower with you, sliding closed the door so no water escapes.

The warm water suddenly spraying at his back, soaking his shirt and running down, working its way to soaking his jeans. His jaw agape and his shoulders raised and tense for a moment before he adjusts and they drop. His already tight jeans are beginning to cling around his now very obvious bulge. “Alright yeah I deserved thattt-” he chuckles but his voice gets caught in his throat and his last word dragging on when he lets his eyes drift down your bare, dripping, glowing wet body standing in front of him. You watch as his brown eyes darken and cloud with desire, your own eyes slowly taking in his own body and landing right on his excruciatingly hard cock that's begging to be let out of his strained jeans. Your own eyes glaze over with lust and reluctantly they scan back up Steve's body to meet his. His eyes droopy and brows furrowed, strands of his brown locks now soaked and a darker color as they stick to his forehead jaw still practically on the floor.

“Steve.. please” you whine, your voice coming out more breathless than you intended and full of vulnerability. “Oh fuck it” he grunts and surges forward, his warm hands wrapping around your slippery wasit pulling your exposed body flush against his colthed one as his lips crash against yours.

You let out a small gasp and shut your eyes tightly before kissing back passionately, lips molding together perfectly as hands roam and slide around each other's drenched bodies. Steve’s hand slips up your side, around your back and up your spine slowly before gripping the back of your neck deepening the kiss. You hum into his mouth and let his tongue invade your own mouth and take over dancing with your tongue. His other hand sliping the opposite way, down your hip and over your soft thigh before cupping your throbbing sex. A whimper escapes your lips, the steam from your hot shower filling the bathroom only seemed to double, surrounding the fogged up shower as well as your and Steve's entangled bodies. “Harrington..baby i need you please” you pull away from the heated kiss and whine leaning into his touch, your hands splayed across his lower stomach. One sliding under his soaked shirt and the other sliding down and starting to work at the button on his pants. The running shower head is still spraying right at Steve's back who's too entranced with you to care about the water bill that's raising higher and higher to longer it runs uselessly.

A cocky smirk is plastered on Steve’s face as water flows down his chiseled face and drips off his chin. His nibble fingers slide through your folds and slip through your slick before plunging deep inside you. His middle and ring finger work in tandem to thrust inside your aching cunt and reach that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your pussy clenches around his fingers after every thrust inside, his long fingers buried knuckle deep inside you. You let out a loud wanton moan in relief and pleasure that gets muffled when Steve's lips collide with your own once again. You finish unbuttoning his jeans and do your best to push the fabric as well as his boxers down his thick thighs as they cling to his legs. His neglected cock finally springing free, his leaking red tip angry and desperate for attention.

All the tension and Steve's fast and well trained movements make the pleasure build up fast in the pit of your stomach. You moan and whimper into his mouth as his fingers keep thrusting hard and deep inside you, Steve’s thumb starting to rub slow circles on your twitching clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You gonna cum on my fingers cutie?” His voice comes out taunting and condensing, the sound rebervating against the tile walls in the shower and bouncing all around you. You nod frantically and your knees buckle, your legs almost giving out from under you. Steve uses the hand gripping the back of your neck to make you hold eye contact as well as hold your body up steady as you grow limper in his arms the closer you get.

“Well you know how our little game goes right baby? Well you pulled me in the shower for throwing you in the pool” he starts explaining and you fight your eyes fluttering shut and your thoughts drifting away as you get closer and closer to tipping over the edge. You lazily nod in understanding. “Yes baby yes Steve I know i know!” You babble and moan out nearly incoherently as your eyes shut for a second but snap back open. Your cunt begins to throb and ache for releasing and holding it in starts to become painful. “Well it's my turn again and i think i'm gonna edge you cutie you know, for pay back?” He chuckles and as quickly as he slipped them in he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you let out a long whine in protest as your head falls back and your climax dies back down.

A shit eating grin is glued to Harrington's face and he soothes the pain by circling your clit with the two fingers he slipped out softly. Your disappointment doesn't last long however once Steve grabs both of your arms, pulling them behind your back and spinning your body around to press your tits up against the cold shower wall. Your hips nestled and pressed against his, his cock sliding through your folds as he grinds against your ass. Your nipples harden from the shift in temperature from the shower water. The hand that isn't holding both of your arms behind your back comes down to slap your ass before Steve's tip spilling pre cum is pushing at your entrance and with one hard sharp thrust he's inside.

“Oh god~ Baby” you scream as Steve gives you no time to adjust to his size, the painful sting of your cunt stretching and accommodating his cock. He rubs his thumb over the small of your back as he pushes your arms flush to your back keeping your body right where he wants you. Steve thrusts deep and fast, desperately needing this feeling for so long he can't get enough. The sound of your moans and mumbled curses, sweet nothings and whines of ‘baby’ ‘more’ ‘yes!’ fill the room alongside the slapping sound of wet skin against wet skin. Steve's balls slap against your clit in this position adding to your pleasure. You let out a loud scream of pleasure the harder he thrusts, your climax right on the edge faster than you wished. Your hips slam back against Steves and any thought of being mad at him for throwing you in the freezing cold pool have long dissipated along with the steam in the bathroom and long forgotten about with the running dryer with your towel and Steve's clothes.

→ a/n: i got very carried away with this and it took two days to finish so it came out late and im sorry but im actually pretty proud of this one. fun enough this was sort of an idea carried over from last years kinktober that i didnt do and now finally i did it!! leave me feedback and sorry for any typos!

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📄 ◜ ────𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗴; 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲...

ʬʬʬ. 2024 pairing. nishimura riki x femoc!member req. nk getting jealous of ml with other 05-liners cw. jealousy, kabedon, teasing ( LIBRARY )

RIKI NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD SEE THE DAY WHERE he would be third-wheeling on his own date, but that was before he and Mila bumped into Harua and Taki while they were out and about on what was supposed to be a romantic outing with just the two of them.

Make no mistake, Riki was good friends with the two of them and had nothing against them personally. He was even glad to see them, happy to be reunited with his fellow 05’-liners. But somehow, it seemed they were a lot happier to see Mila than they were to see him — and that Mila was unusually happy to see them, too.

Since when were they close? Riki thought with a pout as he watched Mila reach up to ruffle Harua’s hair.

“How have you been?” Mila asked in a sweet tone, mirroring how one would speak to a baby or a cute puppy they come across on the road. It was one that was usually reserved for her boyfriends — the younger ones, especially — and so Riki was astounded to hear her use it on the Japanese male. Even more so when she cooed as Harua nodded happily. “Ah, what even? Why are you so cute?”

Cute? Cute? Riki clenched his jaw the slightest bit as he watched Mila smile at him with those eyes of hers, laughing at something he had said. Riki continued to stare at her, as if it would magically make her look his way. But the woman was none the wiser.

Now, Riki was not the possessive type, nor was he the type to be jealous of his girlfriend having male friends. But he couldn’t deny the twist in his gut as Mila continued to pay attention to the other two males while he stood right there, waiting for her to tell him that she was ready to resume their date.

Riki licked the insides of his cheek. He crossed his arms and looked down at the floor, nodding along to whatever the three were talking about so as not to seem rude. But his foot was tapping subconsciously, his eyes flickering to the time displayed on the face of his watch.

“By the way, were you two heading somewhere?” Taki asked, looking between the couple. “We’ll leave you to it, if that’s the case.”

“Huh? That’s okay! We don’t mind, right Ni-ki?” Mila blinked up at Riki, reminding the tall male of how small she looked in comparison to him. But while he would usually smirk at their height difference, he found himself noticing something else.

Ni-ki? Ever since they started dating, Mila never called him by anything other than his first name and a choice collection of pet names. He looked at Taki and he realised why. But still… It wasn’t like they would be confused— Taki would already know by default who Mila was talking about. She was only one of very few people who ever called him by his birth name these days, it felt too distancing for her to refer to him by his stage name— that was what everyone else called him, after all.

“Still,” Taki said, cutting through Riki’s thoughts like a blade, “we shouldn’t hold you back for too long— we have somewhere to be as well, so we’ll let you go now.”

Mila hummed. She nodded understandingly thought it was obvious she wasn’t too eager to let the duo go, given how she patted Harua’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as he bowed and departed. She sighed, waving at the duo as they walked away. “He’s just so cute…”

“I know,” Riki deadpanned, the smile he offered Taki and Harua as they left skipping form his face. “You only mentioned it like three times already.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, before turning on his heels. “Come on.”

Mila blinked before trialing after the young man like a puppy nipping at his heels, her wide eyes looking up at him in question. “Hey,” she called softly, her hand tugging on the sleeve of her jacket. “Are you okay?”

Riki scoffed under his breath. Who would be okay after they had to watch their girlfriend fawn over another man, even going as far as to call him ‘cute’? And when they were supposed to be going out as a couple, at that. He clocked his tongue as he pettily ignored her calls, instead speeding up his steps.

“Oh… Wait a minute, are you jealous?” When Riki didn’t respond, Mila giggled. “Really? I didn’t think you’d be that jealous, considering you hate being called cute… But you know, the way you’re acting right now is really cute too.” Mila smiled as she skipped alongside his long strides. He still refused to look at her, causing her to become even more endeared by his behaviour. “Hey, Ni-ki—!”

Riki clicked his tongue. In one smooth movement, he seized Mila’s wrist, pulling her into the emergency staircase that they happened to pass as they walked towards the exit of the Hybe building. Mila gasped at the sudden movement. She momentarily lost her balance, flailing forward at the sudden force. But before she could fall over, Riki trapped her between his body and the firm wall against her back — one hand on the wall above her and the other on her waist.

Mila froze, eyes wide as she stared up at him, breath caught in her throat at the sudden proximity. She swallowed thickly. “W-what are you doing…?”

It was meant to come to stern, scolding even. Yet under the heat of his gaze and his towering figure, the words came out breathless — just like what she felt in that moment. “It’s Riki.”

Mila gasped like a fish. “What?”

Riki smirked slightly at her flustered expression, taking on the redness of her cheeks and her avoidant gaze. But he schooled his expression before she could notice his amusement. “Call my name,” he said lowly, his deep voice causing Mila to melt on the spot. “You keep calling me ‘Ni-ki,’ earlier. But that’s not what you usually call me.”

Mila licked her lips, feeling that they had gotten dry. Riki subconsciously followed the action with his eyes, watching the way her pink lips parted to enunciate the syllables of his name. “Riki—”

His name barely left her lips before Riki’s were pressed against hers. The hand on her waist flitted to her jaw, tilting it upwards to allow him more access, his plump lips covering his in a kiss that could only be described as a stamp of longing— too firm to be tender, but too soft to be passionate. Just his mouth on hers filling her tummy with butterflies and making her knees buckle.

By the time Riki separated from her, she was reduced to a blushing mess under his smug smile. “That’s better,” he said. He raised a hand to stroke to stroke top of her head. “Noona’s a good girl.”

“What?” Mila stammered. He never called her Noona, but when he did, it was always intentional. Mila pushed his chest, but Riki noticed she didn’t use any force, instead resting her hands there helplessly — as if he had kissed all the strength out of her. “You spend too much time with Jake,” Mila muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Jake was right when he said that Riki seemed to only learn strange things from his hyungs — flirting, included. The man winked, a charming smile crossing his face, ironically proving Mila’s point. She sighed resting her head against his chest, her heart racing wildly against her own.

Riki was no bad boy, but with the way things were going, he definitely could turn out to be… Bad for Mila’s heart, that is.

TAGLIST @em1ejiee @menichoi @dracoslovergirl @rosas-in-the-garden @blossominghunnie @lovelypham @cornenhapovs

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