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cryingaboutit1514 · 2 months

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Can I request soft nsfw with doppio dropscythe?

author's note: I got you honey buns serving up this shit at the speed of light

Summary: Doppio wants to show you how much he loves you by making love to you ♡

Contains: nsfw content, soft doppio x reader, praise, sweet fluff and aftercare, its rotting my teeth out help, the author making this days later after valentines day is crazy, theres more fluff than smut but hey what can I say None of my works are proofread!

You shuffle inside the door with a tired sigh, shutting the door with a foot after returning to your shared apartment with your beloved Doppio Dropscythe. Work was insane, your boss expecting so much from you, especially on Valentines' Day! You could hardly believe your luck. All you wanted was to snuggle in your big boyfriend's arms, maybe shower him in a couple of kisses.

The lights were off however, and you quickly assumed he wasn't home. You hang your bag on the hook behind your door and walked further in. You notice a warm glow coming from the dining room, and you approach it warily. You peer inside to see the source of the light: candles. They illuminated the room to reveal a whole gourmet meal, with rose strewn across the tiles. Sitting at the end of the table was...

"Doppio?" You gasp, hand over your mouth with wide eyes. "Is this...?"

"For you and I?" He chuckles with a nod. He excitedly waves you over and you wasted no time on doing so.

"You did all this?" You ask, sitting down as Doppio had quickly pulled out your chair for you, like the gentleman he was.

"Of course! I knew you'd be hungry when you came home, so I figured to make dinner," Doppio responded, gesturing to the ribs he cooked. "Also, it's Valentine's. I need to woo you."

"Consider me wooed," you laughed, picking up the fork and knife. "Thank you so much Doppio. It looks so good, and I bet it tastes just as good!"

You popped a small piece in your mouth, and the flavor! it just melts in your mouth and you cant help but sigh happily, a hand pressed to your cheek with a broad smile. You swayed side to side as you blabbered your appreciation for the dish. Pio watched with a cheesy grin, obviously proud.

"How is it?"

"It's delicious!"

You chowed down so quickly, Doppio worried you were going to choke at some point, sliding a glass of water your way. You went from a bite if ribs to rice, to the mashed potatoes to the salad. Doppio ate himself, pausing to watch you every so often.

"You're making me feel self conscious," you teased, your plate nearly empty.

"What? I'm loving the view," Doppio replied with a wink. You almost snort, ducking your head in slight embarrassment.

Doppio reached a hand over to wipe away some sauce on the edge of your mouth, licking his thumb all the while keeping eye contact with you. You blushed with a scoff, stabbing a piece of meat to offer to him.

"Stop flirting and eat, you nerd," you grumbled and he opened his mouth to eat it.

"Aye aye captain," Doppio said with a laugh and a salute.

It didn't take long to finish the dinner. Doppio brought the dishes to the sink and you follow, helping him dry them as he washed him. You stood shoulder to shoulder in content silence, glancing at each other and exchanging soft smiles.

And after that, you both relaxed in the living room, watching a romance movie, that was extremely cringey but enjoyable to watch with your significant other. Your head resting against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, him kissing your head every couple of minutes or inhaling your scent. The best evening you could ever ask for.

But it got a lot better.

Once the movie was over, Doppio shut off the TV and guided you to the bathroom, which also had candlelight illuminating the room. You can't help but break into laughter as Doppio looked at you with a raised brow.

"Are you making fun of my work?" A hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "I made it smell good and everything for you."

You hummed approvingly, closing the door behind you with a giggle. "Nono, I love it! it's so cute..." your gaze drifted to the shower. "Even rose petals in the shower?"

"It adds to the romantic atmosphere," Doppio explained, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. "Besides, I want you to feel how much I love you."

Your stomach flipped once he said those words, your cheeks aflame. You nuzzle against his neck with a soft sigh. "I love you too, Doppio."

Doppio trailed kisses down your throat, slowly lifting up your shirt. You pulled away a moment to let him pull it over you, leaving you in just your bra. You removed his as well, because it would obviously be fair. Your hands traveled his chest and lower body, tracing every outline and muscle. Doppio kissed your shoulder, guiding you backwards.

Off came the pants and undergarments next. The shower had been turned on to a warm temperature, and you entered the shower first. The water running through your hair and down your skin as the petals below swirled and spun. It smelled wonderful in here.

Doppio stepped inside, eyes on you the whole time. You backed up to give him some space, only for him to back you into the wall. The water beat down his back, the steam slowly forming and curling in the air.

You both stared at each other for a brief moment, observing the other's eyes. Full of warmth and affection and love and yearning. You cupped Pio's cheek and he leaned into it with a smile.

"Happy Valentines' Day sweetheart."

You repeated the phrase, leaning in to give him a kiss.

Turns out that one kiss caused an explosion.

Pio's hands roamed your body, up and down and discovering every inch of your skin. His kisses go lower and lower, worshiping every patch of skin as he kneeled before you. His soft gaze locked onto yours from below as you shivered.

"I want to show you how much I love you. I want..." Doppio hesitated. "I want to make love to you."

"Yes," you breathed, giving a tiny nod.

He rose to his feet, the heat suddenly sky rocketing and not because of the water. Pio caged you with his arms, looking quite sexy with rivulets of H20 streaming down his face.

Another deep and passionate kiss, tongues intertwined as you two shared breaths. One hand slid down your stomach, going in between your legs. Your legs gave a tiny lurch as the contact, his digit circling your clit. You moaned quietly into the kiss, chest heaving.

Doppio bit your neck gently, leaving behind a light bite mark underneath your ear. He mumbled something about marking you as his, and the heat between your legs grew. You opened your legs wider for him, supporting yourself on his arms.

With the pad of his thumb still circling the sensitive bud, his middle and index finger slipped inside your wet core. Your walls twitched, and he made a beckoning gesture that made a moan rip from your throat. Doppio chuckled darkly in your neck, his long fingers reaching the deepest parts of you.

"D-Doppio," you gasped, squeezing around his fingers. It was almost embarrassing how close you were already, but you felt all shame melt away as you slowly rode his fingers.

"Are you close, princess?" He whispered against your skin and you nod. "Let's get you over the edge, mmm?"

Another flex of his fingers and you bury your face in his chest. The other hand took your chin and made you look at him. "Look at me while you cum. Please."

Quick pants fanned his face as you kept eye contact with your boyfriend, eyes fluttering shut here and there when you felt your orgasm approaching like a bullet train. With a moan, you released all over his hand, only for it to be washed away in the shower.

"So perfect," Doppio mutters in your ear, his big hands encompassing your thighs to heft you up. You squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around him. "Can I...?"

"Of course, love," you murmured, still regaining your oxygen. You kissed his neck, suckling on the skin to return the mark he gave you.

He groaned quietly, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. You could already feel how hard and needy he was, that he just wanted to ram himself inside, but he wanted to have this moment with you. And it melted your heart.

Doppio slowly sheathed himself in you, moaning as he sank into your hot core. You let out your own whimper, adjusting to his size. Pio squeezed your hips lovingly, marveling the area where you two connect. And after a while, he started to move.

"You're taking me so well, so so so well," your boyfriend praised you, slowly moving in and out of you. The pace was slow but deep, hitting that spongy spot with each loving thrust.

"Doppio, you feel so good," you purred softly, and his hips stuttered for a second. "I love you so much d-darling."

"God, I love you too. I love you so much, that if I ever lost you, that would mean losing myself." You both make obscene noises at the same time as you clench around his dick. He picked up his speed just a tad, his face in your neck and your face in his. You were pulsating around him, and Pio could feel you were getting close like he was. "You're so beautiful, so smart, so funny, so brave, so perfect-"

You captured his mouth in a kiss, conveying your undying love for him as he pumped in and out of your cunt. Pio moaned against the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy. Moaning against each other, clutching each other as the two of you crash over the edge.

Gasping for breath, Doppio's body collapses onto yours as you slump against the wall. The water washed away any sign of lust into the drain. Doppio slowly pulled himself out, still holding you as your legs were shaking. He helped you sit on the floor and he reached up to change the shower direction. Doppio plugged the drain and you watched with hazy confusion.

Then it hit you. Doppio was turning it into a bath.

The petals rose up and gathered around your arms. You grinned like an idiot as he plucked a bath bomb out of a basket. Pio returned the grin as he plops it into the water.

"Turn around," he said, grabbing a shampoo bottle.

You obediently turned. With one arm, he hooked his arm around your waist to ease you closer to him. A sound of the shampoo opening and closing and your boyfriend lathered the soap into your hair, massaging your head in the process. You hummed happily.

When your head was full of bubbles and a delicious scent, you ordered Doppio to turn around. You run the shampoo through his hair, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He closed his eyes as you do so, a silly smile playing on his lips.

So the two of you relax in the bath tub, talking and giggling and making beards out of bubbles until it was time for bed. What a perfect evening.

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siriuslysmoking · 5 months

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Friends

Part 2 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Next chapter is a time skip. Kinda in a Chase Atlantic Era tbh. Also I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t look good in green.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), Reader has a memory about her grandpa (literally sum my grandpa used to do for me), Mention of bad family experience/relationships, No mention of race or body shape (except a hint at reader with big boobs)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved Running in circles, now look what you've done (woo) Give you my word as you take it and run Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now (woo)-

Steve picks you up two days later. He's sitting in his Red BMW outside your cheap apartment and you feel a little self conscious about your home as he sits in his freshly cleaned expensive car.

The two of you had been messaging for a couple days and he has decided that instead of taking your measurements to the seamstress that it would be better to go in person.

You are worried, you haven't been alone with Steve, you didn't know what to expect.

Before you left your apartment you sent your friend your active location and Steve's whole name. You had asked for his entire name and he gave it willingly, understanding the need for safety.

He sits patiently in the front seat as you walk out your building's front door. He beams as he notices you, your appearance is nothing special, you are wearing a summer dress with converse and your normal jewelry and simple makeup.

You adjust the straps of your cross body bag as he exits the car and rounds the side to open your door. He looks like he wanted to give you a hug, but he seemingly thinks better of it.

Once you enter the car, he goes around and sits himself into the driver's seat. "Hi, how are you?"

"Good." You nod with a smile, meeting his eyes.

"How was your classes?"

"They were fine, I'm finishing up an Art History portfolio."

"That's good." He nods, adjusting the radio's volume for it to be a small ambiance music. "So, I wanted to talk more about this event with you."

"Okay," You adjust your body to face him. He puts the car in drive as he continues to talk.

"So, I work for this big company that my father used to run and we host a yearly charity event where we auction off art and different things for different charities." You nod along as he turns a corner, "I've never taken a date before and I've always been given shit for it. I don't want people's attention on my dating life when there is an auction for the homeless going on."

You nod not knowing what to really say to that.

He looks to you, not for an answer but for some sort of confirmation of your comfortability of the situation. "Are you still wanting to do this? I can turn around and lose your number if you prefer."

"No it's not that." You start to fidget with your hands, meeting his eyes at a red light. "It's just the only nice event I've ever been to is a wedding, so I don't know how to go about this. I mean- the nicest thing I own is my bridesmaid dress from my cousin's wedding."

"That's fine. I didn't assume that you would have a ball gown just handy- no sane person does." He laughs, "And just be yourself, no one else's opinion matters, you're coming so I don't go insane."

You laugh along with him, "I don't think I'll have a problem conversing with you, It's just I assume we'll be sitting next to people, what do you want me to tell them? That I'm a college student barely making ends meet as a waitress."

"Sure, I don't care." He shrugs, you give him a are you serious? look. "Tell them your plans after college, avoid questions you don't want to answer."

"You make it sound easy."

"Must be the years of practice." He smiles, adding to your comfort. "We're here."

You didn't even notice that you had shifted into park. Outside of a white dress shop with a black sign and matching window frames. It was a modern rustic feel. "Ready?"

You nod unbuckling and opening your door. When you stand on the pavement he gives you a playful scoff, "I'm supposed to get your door."

"My bad." You raise your hands in surrender, "I'll remember that."

He points a light-hearted accusatory finger at her and he utters with a smile, "You better."

You both enter the shop and he talks to the lady and the counter, talking about the appointment he made. "I wanted to ask, what's your favorite color? or what you look good in."

"I like blue and green and red." You huff out a laugh, "I'm not really against any color."

"Good, I told them that any color would probably work but you can talk to her about the different cuts and types of dresses you like."

"Okay."

He looks you in your eyes like he's searching for the answer that he hasn't even asked yet. "Are you sure about this? You can tell me to fuck off."

"You already asked me this, Steve." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Right, sorry."

"Don't be." You shake your head, following the lady that guides you behind a silk curtain.

"Hello, you must be Steve." The seamstress looks to you, "and you?"

You give her your name and she smiles as she asks for your regular dress size. You give it to her and she nods, grabbing the measuring tape that is wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

"Alright, let's start from the bottom." She motions you to step on an elevated platform. "arms up, hips and waist first."

You look to Steve who smiles as he sits down in the loveseat in the corner.

Four days later you get home from your day shift at work and see a car sitting out front.

The newly familiar BMW sits outside your apartment. He gets out as soon as he sees you walking down the street. "Hi."

You smile at him, "hey, what are you doing here?"

"Your dress is done and I thought that I would hand deliver it to you and if you feel comfortable I would love to see you try it on."

"Yeah! Sure, come on in." You wave him over as he grabs a big white box from his backseat.

He follows you up to your apartment while asking you about your day. You answer happily, asking him about his.

"Would you like something to drink or a snack?"

"I'm okay."

"Wanna get straight to the show?" You ask, his smiling as he makes himself comfortable on the beaten-up couch. He hums in agreement, motioning for you to grab the box. "Alright I will be right back, feel free to snoop, but I must say whatever you find that might in the slightest be embarrassing, just assume it's my roommate’s."

"Will do." He laughs as you turn to look back at him before closing your door.

Once you unfold it you let out a soft gasp. It is utterly breathtaking, it has a deep v-neck cut, spaghetti straps that don't seem very trustworthy to support you throughout the night. It has a slit in the side to give you more movement. It looks silk but has some stretch to it.

You strip down, pulling the deep green fabric over your body.

As you start to pull up the zipper in the back it suddenly gets stuck. You try to zip it three times before sighing and moving to your door. "Hey Steve, would you help me zip it up? I think it's stuck."

He looks up, meeting your eyes quickly. "Yeah of course."

You smile and turn around in the doorway as he comes up from behind you.

The fingers on your back make you shiver, you silently hope he doesn't notice the goosebumps growing on your arms. "There, just needed a little tug."

You turn facing him and realize that you are only inches away from him, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You both meet each other's eyes, locking into his hazel eyes. You don't want to break this little trans that you're both put in, but if it goes on any longer it might get awkward. You lightly whisper, "Thank you."

He clears his throat, taking a step back, and looks you up and down. "You look beautiful." He pauses, before clearing his throat again, "T-The dress fits great."

"It does fit, very well actually." You look down at yourself, "Nothing has ever fit me this well before, thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiles at you.

"You look like a fucking goddess." Mia whispers as she finishes up applying your lipstick. "I can't get over it. God, I need a Steve in my life."

Over the past two weeks Steve has taken you to a dress shop, out to lunch, out to dinner, and just regular shopping. It feels so surreal, you feel so weird saying this but this does not feel like something that would happen to you.

"He's so sweet." You sigh, "and it's not even because he buys me things, like he refuses for me to open any door."

That hit a little too close to home. Growing up your grandpa used to yell at you if you would open the car door before he could come around the car and open the door for you. He would tell you that only a man worth keeping would open your door for you.

You smile at the memory.

You hear the doorbell and Mia seems to fucking giggle. She's truly living vicariously through you.

You walk to the door and open it to Steve who is wearing a black suit with a black button up underneath, he looked good.

"Woah-You look breathtaking, angel." He smiles.

"Thank you," You slightly whisper, "You don't look so bad yourself."

His smile seems to widen. Then his eyes drift to something behind you, you follow his gaze. "You don't have to hide, Mia."

You were surprised he remembered her name from the one time you mentioned it in a story, usually saying 'my roommate'.

"Hey, Steve." She walks out of the doorway she was hiding in, "'m not hiding, just watching from a distance."

He gives her a playful look and she just retreats to her room with her head down. "Oh, before I forget, here."

He shoves a black card into your hand. "It has twelve thousand on it, after tonight it might be closer to twenty."

"W-what?" You laugh nervously, "I thought you were joking about that whole thing."

"I'm a man of my word." He thrusts the card closer to you and you slowly take it with slightly shaky hands, "Shall we go?"

You smile and nod after shoving the card into your crossbody bag. He grabs a hold of your hand, guiding you down the stairs in your heels.

The drive was silent underneath the low sound of music from the stereo.

You travel downtown in no time and Steve drives the care into the line of the valet.

"Alright, I will be bombarded with work questions. Feel free to have as many drinks as you require, I will take you home tonight, so if it's just that painful, feel free drink your annoyance away."

"It's okay, Steve." You place your hand on his thigh, calling his rant to a stop. "I'm sure I'll be okay, you should meet my family, If I can deal with them I can deal with anything."

"Alright then." Steve nods and he looks down to his lap, that's when you pull away your hand, realizing that you had left it there.

You two join hands after he rounds the car, he helps you out and guides you up the stairs into the ballroom. The ballroom… It looked ancient, golden and white, sculptures and paintings on the ceiling. The white tiles floor is covered in circular tables.

“Let’s dance, so we can avoid the grating voices of others for just a few more minutes.” Steve speaks into your ear, guiding you onto the dance floor.

“Uh-Steve, I don’t know how to dance.”

“We must’ve gone over this, yes?”

“No.”

“Okay, that’s okay, close your eyes and let me guide you. Put your hand on my shoulder and in my hand and I’ll help you.”

You close your eyes and his warm arm settles on your waist, pulling you closer into him. The both of you dance in silence, you feel his body heat against your front, oddly comforting you.

Once the song comes to a close he guides you to your table that’s in the middle of the dinning section of the ballroom. There is a stage up ahead, with the ballroom behind, and the tables in the middle section.

You sat next to him and he called over a waiter, there were a few people that arrived before you. “This is Billy… and his date,”

Steve kind of leaves the question up in the air, not knowing her name. “Charisa.” She smiles, leaning over the table to shake your head, you see the way she pulls her shoulders together to accentuate her cleavage, but you try to ignore that, getting it, she’s a pretty woman.

“And Tommy and his wife Melanie.” He pointed to the next group, Tommy looked at you with a smirk, he was the man from the other night who refused to call you your name and you recognize Billy as the one who is seemingly allergic to scallops.

“We’ve met you before.” Billy points at you.

“Um, yes, I believe we have.” You smile with a nod, he gives you a smirk, like he knows all of your secrets, Steve rested a supporting hand on top of your thigh that is peaking out from the slit in your dress. “I think you came to the restaurant that I work at, one day.”

The table goes quiet, but Mealanie smiles, “Is this the restaurant that you went to that you said that they had the most delicious Steak? Because I want to have a group there some night, but it’s awfully full recently with the holidays coming up.”

“Yes, I do believe that that was that restaurant.” Tommy says, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I would love some help getting a reservation for it, I could do you a favor of course or repay you in some way, but I would be so appreciative.”

“Of course! I’d be happy to help.” You smile.

“Wonderful! I’d love to get your number or something so we can hookup!”

“Perfect.” You smile wider, it’s starting to hurt, you’re not quite sure how you feel about this interaction, but Steve calms your nerves by rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh.

“The waitress, Steve?” Billy laughs, shaking his head. You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Steve, he just rolls his eyes, squeezing onto your thigh.

“We’re gonna go make our rounds, okay?” Steve announced, standing up and taking ahold of your hand.

You and Steve make your rounds and you stay quietly at his side while he says hello to his business friends.

The next few hours were nothing but ‘hello’, ‘how is the family’, ‘my mom’s good, how are the kids?’. That when both you and Steve get back to the table, the auction starts.

“So since we’re not bidding on anything we’ll just sit here.” He leans back against his chair, swishing around his liquor in his glass. “Need a refill?”

“No, I don’t think I need to drink until I drop.” You smile at him, also relaxing in your chair. “I’m having a nice time with you.”

“I am too, sweetheart, It’s much less painful with you here.” He looks to you, giving you a lazy smile, his eyes seem to sparkle and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting or the alcohol.

“This is nice, Steve.” You send the lazy smile back.

“Yeah…” He trails off quietly, his eyes looking down for a moment, glancing at your lips, you thought you had imagined it but when he does it again, you know that you didn’t.

He leans in closer and when you feel like he’s about to give in and close the gap between you the man on stage loudly says, “I’ve got four hundred thousand, do I hear five hundred?”

You hear Steve sigh from next to you, looking toward the stage.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 6 months

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Tension/ 2

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 6.8k

Includes- Little bit of angst, brief dom Jongho, dirty talk, rough blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two weeks later

J POV

"What?", I gape at him

"It's not working out with us so I think it's best that we end things", Hongjoong repeats

"How is it not working? We're together all the time and-"

"And I'm not who you want"

I stare at him in shock

How the hell does he think he knows what I want?

"Excuse me?", I shriek

He sighs, "C'mon Jo, don't pretend. I know who you want. Who you love"

"Oh yeah? Well maybe you can clue me in because I have no idea what you're talking about"

He sighs dramatically again, "Jongho. You love Jongho"

"Are you insane?", I shout in shock

He has to be insane

I do not love Jongho

I mean yeah I haven't been able to stop thinking about him but that's because we fucked

Because Hongjoong insisted on it

"Jo stop denying it ok? I knew you loved him even before you two slept together"

"Well this is news to me", I growl

"Of course it is. You weren't paying attention to your own feelings"

"Hongjoong-"

"No just listen ok", he insists, "When we got together, I felt the tension between you and him. Tension that was never there before. I saw the looks he gave you, ones he didn't even know he was giving you. And ones you reciprocated but didn't realize that you were giving"

"What looks?"

"Longing looks. Like you both just wanted to be near each other. Like you wanted each other"

"I did n-"

"Yes you did. God, both of you are so similar it's insane. I bet he would be fighting me just as hard as you are if I told him this"

Because it's ridiculous

It is...

"And ever since you two slept together, you've been distant and in your own head. I know you're thinking about him"

Fuck

I knew he'd notice something was off

I don't want to hurt Hongjoong, he's been an amazing boyfriend

"Joong-"

"It's ok Jo. Like I said, I knew you two were in love"

I scoff, "No"

Now he glares at me, "Fine. Then you wouldn't mind if I introduced Jongho to a girl on idol radio who has a massive crush on him"

I swallow hard

What girl?

Someone has a crush on Jongho?

"There's someone who likes him?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah. She keeps asking me to introduce her and him and I keep putting it off. Because I thought you loved him. But if not then I'll bring him next time I go to idol radio and get him a date with her"

I feel a panicky feeling inside me but I don't know why

Jongho has gone on dates before and it's never bothered me

So why am I feeling like this now?

"Yeah sure. If he wants to date her, I'll support him", I get out

"Oh bullshit!", Hongjoong exclaims, "You don't even know how much you're giving away. Your face paled and dropped the second I mentioned the girl. You started fiddling with your fingers when I said I'd get him a date. Your whole demeanor changed. Just stop fighting it and feel it"

"I...I can't", I whisper

"Why not?"

"Because he's my best friend! What...what if it doesn't work? What if we get together and break up? Then I not only lose my boyfriend but my best friend. The one person I can tell anything to. He'll be gone and I can't handle that"

I need Jongho

He's my rock, I can't imagine life without him

Hongjoong gets up from his spot on his couch and comes to me, hugging me

"It's ok Jo. He loves you too. I know you're scared but you're only thinking of the bad. What about the good? You get to be with your best friend. The one who knows you through and through. And honestly I can't see you two breaking up. Getting married and having babies yeah but not break up"

I laugh a little at that before the crippling fear comes back

"I can't lose him Joong"

"You won't", he assures me, "That man is so in love he doesn't even realize how much. He'll never hurt you. You'll be his princess and he will protect you, do anything for you. You literally have nothing to lose and everything to gain"

I know Hongjoong is right about this part at least

Jongho won't hurt me

He's always protected me and I know he'll continue to do it

It's just so much change and change is scary

"Jo, do you love him?"

I take a breath and nod, allowing the feelings to come to the surface, "Yeah. I love him"

"Then go get that idiot"

We burst out laughing

"I mean it. He's at the dorm. You should just go talk to him. Although I think you should talk to him at your apartment in case Wooyoung decides to be a pain in the ass"

Hongjoong is right

I should talk to Jongho

I can't make Hongjoong stay with me and it's not fair to him to be with him when Jongho is who I want

It's just so weird that my boyfriend is helping me get my next boyfriend

And come to think of it-

"That night, you-"

"Planned it, yeah", he smirks

"You sneak!", I exclaim

"Oh please", he snorts, "I knew you two loved each other. The guys knew. We were all getting tired of the tension and the longing looks. And I knew the two of you would never realize your feelings for each other if you weren't together. So I arranged for your little time together, hoping you'd see it's him you want. I didn't think it'd take this long and me having to dump you to admit it"

"Well your plan worked on my side anyway", I mumble, "You didn't stay to watch any of it like you said you would?"

He shakes his head, "I actually had work to do here and just like I knew it would happen, the second you guys kissed, you were all over each other and in your own world. I left pretty much while you two were still dressed"

Oh my god, so embarrassing

But I know what Hongjoong means

When I kissed Jongho, I don't know, I just fell into him and there was nothing but him

And I can't help but wonder if Hongjoong is hurt over any of this

He knew his girlfriend loved someone else

Didn't that bother him?

"Joongie, I'm sorry-"

"Oh no you don't", he interrupts, "You're not apologizing for anything. I'm fine"

"But if it bothered you-"

"No", he assures me, "Look Jo, I liked you ok. It's why I asked you out. But when I realized how you and Jongho really felt for each other, I immediately wanted you to be with the person you loved. We aren't in love, it hasn't progressed anywhere near that and I would never keep two people who are obviously made for each other apart"

Made for each other?

He has a lot of faith that he's right which is kinda comforting

"Besides, I like playing matchmaker. And it was so fun making it awkward and embarrassing the shit out of the two of you"

I glare at him, "Glad you got a kick out of it"

"Oh I did"

Yeah great

It was embarrassing to look at my best friend and realize I wanted to fuck him

That I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted to suck his dick, I wanted his cock inside me

I wanted his lips against mine

Fucking embarrassing

And then the guilt of not only fucking him but spending all night in his arms and loving every second

The feeling of being so safe and secure haunts me and all I want is to have his arms around me again

I felt like such a terrible girlfriend but at least I didn't hurt Hongjoong

"Stop stalling and call him", Hongjoong demands, breaking me out of my thoughts

"I'm not-"

"You are. Just do it. You won't regret it", he assures me, "I have work to do so scram and spend time with your boyfriend"

Odd statement considering I came to his studio to spend time with him

"Yeah ok", I relent, standing up, "Thanks Joongie"

"You're welcome", he smiles

With that I leave his studio, texting Jongho to come to my apartment to hang out and talk

---------------------------

"So what do you have to talk to me about?", Jongho asks

He came into my living room less than two minutes ago, plopped on the couch and apparently wants to talk right this second

He looks tense, his hands clasped and squeezing together in front of him

And even looking like that, I'm so attracted to him

Especially in his black T-shirt, his leather jacket, jeans and his purple hair framing his face

He's so hot

But what's more, I feel the love for him and I'm amazed that I was so stupid and blind to it

Here goes nothing

"Uh Hongjoong and I broke up", I say

His eyes widen, "What? Why? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him"

"No he didn't hurt me", I start

"I told him not to fuck with you. I told him he needed to be serious if he wanted to ask you out, be sure it's what he wanted. I told him not to play with your feelings. He's dead", he growls, a scowl on his face

Wow ok, so not the reaction I was expecting

He's really pissed off

Jongho rarely gets angry

I've seen him annoyed, sarcastic but only a handful of times have I seen him actually angry

"Why did he break up with you?", he demands

"Jongho, relax ok? I'm fine. He's fine. It's actually a good thing"

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, "How is a break up a good thing?"

"Well, the reason he did it is the good thing"

"Ok", he answers, "So what is the reason. You still didn't answer me that"

Yeah cuz he immediately got angry and threatened to kill Hongjoong

"He broke up with me because....because....", I trail off

This is harder than I thought

Saying this out loud, to him will change everything

I'm risking so much and it could blow up in my face

"Because why Jo?", he prompts

"Because...of my feelings", I say quietly, "for...you"

His mouth drops, whispering, "What?"

I just want to get this over with

"Hongjoong knows uh...I'm in love with you and he let me go so I could be with you", I say, my face so red, "If that's uh...what you want"

He doesn't say anything, just staring at me in surprise

I look away from him, my face heating up even more

He's not responding

Maybe Hongjoong was wrong and he doesn't feel like that for me

Or maybe he just doesn't want to be with me

It could of just been sex

Really good sex

Or maybe-

His hand gently turns my face to his, his soft lips against mine in a kiss full of love

I melt into him, his arms around me, moving mine around his neck, holding on as we kiss each other

The same feeling of everything falling away until there's just Jongho enveloping me is back

The feeling that everything is ok, that I'm safe, protected as long as I'm with him

My head spins, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, my world tilting as his soft lips, his tongue continue to press against mine

"I love you", he whispers, after the kiss ends, his brown eyes gazing into mine, "Fuck, I love you so much it's fucking ridiculous"

I smile at him, happiness filling me

"I don't know...how I didn't see it until we...how I could be that dumb...but fuck I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. Can't stop loving you"

"Don't stop Jonghie. I won't stop loving you either", I promise

He nods, "Yeah jagi. I won't stop. I promise"

"I love you Jongho"

"Fuck baby, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that", he smiles, "I love you"

Pulling him to me, his lips meet mine, kissing me passionately as fireworks go off in my vision

Yeah, it's him

I never felt this way from a kiss and the first time I kissed him, I was too dumb to realize it was because of him

I thought I was just horny but no

It's because of him

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him

Putting my hands against his chest, I slide them up, feeling his hard muscles under his shirt as his tongue plays with mine

My hands keep going, moving around his neck, fingers playing with the back of his purple hair

Moving my kisses to his jaw, I kiss along it, pulling his head back

He moans so prettily as my lips hit his neck, pressing kiss after kiss

I get to the beauty mark on his neck and I lavish kisses there because it's one of my favorite spots on him

As I kiss his neck, I pull his shirt up, moving from his neck for the millisecond it takes to get his shirt off then I'm immediately back to kissing him

"Fuck jagi", he whimpers, "You're kisses feel so fucking good"

I'm glad

He feels so good and I'm glad I can make him feel good

As I kiss his chest, I undo his belt, getting his jeans open

His big hands move to my pants, pulling them and my underwear down as far as it can go

Moving off him, I pull my bottom clothes off, then tug on his

He lifts himself so I can pull his pants and boxers down

He kicks his sneakers and bottom clothes off, then I push him back against the back of the couch, kissing his hard abs

I don't care about abs and honestly I don't care if he keeps them or not

But since he has them, I'm gonna show them some love because yeah, it's hot

I lick his muscles before kissing, leaving a sloppy mess on him

"Baby", he groans, his hands tugging on my shirt, pulling it up

He takes my shirt off, my bra following and I continue my kisses, making my way down his body

I kiss his thick thighs, then press more kisses to his thick cock, his moans so pretty as his hand moves in my hair, holding on

I don't fucking know what it is but fuck I want his cock in my mouth all the goddamn time

Over these last few weeks I have fantasized about fucking him again but the majority of fantasies have been of sucking his cock

I've given blow jobs before but I've never loved doing it, not like I loved doing it to him

I drag my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, loving the way his skin feels, loving how hard he feels under my tongue

He whimpers as I lick him, over and over

"Baby", he whines

"Mm baby", I murmur, swirling my tongue around his fat head, "You're gonna have to get used to blow jobs baby. I'm gonna fucking suck your cock every fucking day"

"Fuck jagi", he breathes, his thighs trembling as my tongue rolls over his slit, tasting the cum pooling there

So good

"Your cock is so good for sucking Jonghie", I tell him, sucking on his head once, "And I don't know what it is but I want your cock in my mouth. Like all the time. I thought about it so much since the first time I blew you"

"Fuck baby", he moans, "I can't get the image of you on your knees, sucking my dick out of my head"

I smirk at him, "Good baby. So you're gonna let me suck your cock everyday then?"

He nods rapidly, "Yeah but..."

"But what baby?", I ask, sucking on him again

"Can I eat your pussy everyday too?"

I stop, looking up at him in surprise

"Uh what?"

His cheeks turn pink as he says, "Well...uh....I...I loved eating your cunt way too much and I wanted my face in between your legs ever since that day. So if you blow me every day, can I eat you out everyday?"

I'm honestly shocked that he liked it that much

But who am I to say no when he's saying yes to me

"Yeah baby. You can"

He actually smiles, nodding, "Ok"

I'm speechless but luckily I don't have to talk while bobbing on his cock

Taking half of him right off the bat, I suck hard around his length, jerking him off at the same time, his moans so pretty

Just the feel of his thickness stretching out my mouth is turning me on so much as well as how fucking stiff he is

It's so easy to suck his cock, like he's a massive lollipop

Sliding up to his head, I swirl my tongue around it, sucking now and again, my hand not stopping it's movements

I look up, watching him watch me, so much pleasure in his gorgeous face

It hits me so hard that this beautiful, amazing man is mine and he loves me as much as I love him

He bites his lip, his fingers softly moving into my hair as I lick his slit, tasting his cum

Yummy

Taking him in my mouth again, slowly slide all the way down his length, holding eye contact as I bottom him out, his cock in my throat

My eyes fill with tears, his huge cock filling my mouth entirely, his shaft so fucking hard

Fuck, I love it

Swallowing on his cock makes him moan loudly, then I start bobbing my head up and down his long length

The drag of his cock pulling out from my throat sends shivers up my spine, the feeling so good

I take him back in hard, his cock barreling into my throat, making me choke, spit everywhere

"Oh fuck", he groans at my choking

I slide up and down his cock hard and fast, loving the feeling of choking around him

I don't know what it is, if it's a breath play thing but I love choking on dick

I did with Hongjoong too and I especially love it with Jongho

Moving down his shaft, I stay on him, gagging and choking, tears and spit all over the place

"Oh my god baby", he cries, "So good baby. Fuck. How are you so good at blowing jobs?"

Because I fucking love sucking his dick

I can't answer as I'm too busy blowing him, sucking on his big cock as he's buried in my mouth

His cock throbs hard and I'm so excited to taste his cum

"Jjj..jagi", he moans, pulling my head back, sliding me almost off his cock

"Nnnn", I moan, trying to stay on him, still sucking on him

"Baby sss...stop. I'm..I'm..", he whimpers, pulling me off

"No baby", I whine, "No, want your cock"

"I don't...I don't know if I can get hard again", he breathes

"I don't care!", I tell him, his eyes widening in surprise, "Please baby, I wanna taste your cum so badly. Please. You stopped me last time, don't stop me again"

His breath hitches, "You ..you want-"

"You to cum down my throat", I whine, "Fuck Jonghie, I want you fuck my throat. Hold me down on your coming cock, force me to swallow all your cum"

"I...I ..", he mumbles

"I wanna be your cum slut but I can't if you don't cum in my mouth"

I know it's weird for me to beg for his cum but I want it and if begging gets me what I want, I'll do it

"Please baby. Use my mouth to cum in"

Fire flashes in his eyes, lust all over his face

"Open your fucking mouth", he growls

God, his voices makes me so fucking wet

I eagerly open my mouth and his hand in my hair grips harder, shoving my face down

His other hand guides his cock in my mouth, then he slams my head down, his cock barreling in my throat

Tears spring to my eyes but I fucking love it

His other hands go in my hair as well, pulling me up his cock then shoving me down again

And again and again

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck, this mouth is amazing", he grunts as he moves me along his length, "Tight tiny throat that I can fuck open. Just like your tight pussy"

He slides my head halfway up his cock and holds me there, his hips thrusting up, fucking into my throat at the speed of light

"Mmm", I whine, choking on his cock from how hard he's bottoming out

"Look at you, choking on my cock and loving it like a huge fucking slut", he growls, "My slut"

I like that

His slut

"Look at me", he demands and I do through watery eyes, his movements stopping, "You my slut?"

I nod, moaning so loudly

"Good girl", he grunts, resuming his pleasurable assault on my throat

He fucks so hard and fast and I can't wait for him to fuck my pussy like this

Just destroy me on his cock

In every way possible

My jaw aches deliciously, spit flying everywhere, so many tears in my eyes I can't open them

My head is full of cotton, blissfully empty as he uses me like a fuck toy

His cock throbs so fucking hard as he groans, "I'm gonna cum"

He slams up, making me choke as he holds me on his shaft, pumping cum down my throat

"Swallow now", he commands, his body shaking under me

I swallow hard around him, his moans of pleasure so pretty

"Good girl. Keep swallowing", he praises, "This is what you wanted. My cum in your mouth. Don't let any go to waste"

I don't, swallowing and choking over and over as he holds me on his cock, loving the way he tastes

So fucking good

He cums so much and it's so thick going down my throat

I fucking love it and I don't care if anyone thinks I'm a whore

I'll gladly be a whore for my boyfriend

When he finishes, he lets me go and I pull off him, sitting back on my legs as I breath in, swallow more and wipe my eyes

I'm a fucking mess

It's great

"Jagi are you ok?", he asks worriedly, "I...I didn't mean to go that hard. I...I just lost control"

"That's...that's what I wanted", I rasp, then cough, clearing my throat

"Baby", he says softly, his arms around me, pulling me into his lap, "I'm-"

"Do not apologize", I cut him off

"But-"

"No", I say firmly even with my voice cracking, cupping his face, his eyes on mine, "This was what I wanted. I wanted you to be rough. I wanted you to lose control. I wanted you to cum hard and make me swallow all of it"

"You...you did?"

I nod, my cheeks blushing, "Baby, I like when you manhandle me, when you take over and make me your whore. What just happened....I loved it. It turned me on so much"

"Yeah", he asks shyly

I take his hand and move it to my pussy so he can feel it

His eyes widen, looking down, "You're fucking soaked baby. It's all over your legs. You...you got this wet from sucking my cock?"

I nod, "You make me this wet Jonghie. I've never been this wet before. And it only happens with you"

"With me?", he repeats, surprised

"Yeah baby. Last time too"

"Fuck jagi", he murmurs, "I just...I don't want to hurt you"

"You won't", I assure him, "I trust you"

I do, completely

I know he would never hurt me, especially on purpose and I know if anything does hurt, he'll stop right away

"I trust you too Jo", he says, his eyes flitting to mine

I smile, running my fingers on his face, the love for him burning bright

He's my everything

He pulls me closer, his mouth slotted against mine, tongue playing with mine, kissing me silly

He stands, picking me up, carrying me to my room

Once inside, he gets to my bed, sitting on it, keeping me in his lap, his hands slowly moving up my back, tangling in my hair

I move my own fingers in his hair, pushing it off his forehead as we kiss

He pulls my hair slightly, tilting my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

"Mmm Jonghie", I moan, his kisses so fucking good

His lips travel down, one hand moving around my boob, lifting it, his mouth around my nipple, sucking softly

"Jongho", I moan, my pussy getting even wetter at the pleasure

I tug his hair softly as he sucks, gently running my hair through it, scratching his head lightly

"Mmm", he moans, switching to my other nipple, his tongue licking between sucks, shivers running up my spine

Her pulls away after a few minutes, his eyes on me as he lays down

His hands grip my hips, lifting me up easily, his strength such a turn on

He puts me over his face, his head lifting as his tongue licks up my pussy slowly

"Ffffuuucccckkk", I groan, pleasure running through me

His hands move to my ass, gripping hard, his tongue moving faster, ravaging my pussy

"Jongho", I moan, "Fuck baby"

"Mmm", he groans, "So fucking good baby"

His tongue slides along my slit, down to my hole, licking around it, driving me crazy in anticipation

He finally dips his tongue in my pussy and I moan loudly, my body shaking, pussy clenching his tongue hard

He groans in my pussy, pulling his tongue out and pushing back in

"Jongho", I cry, one of my hands against the wall, the other burying in his hair, holding on tightly

His tongue speeds up, fucking into me, making me so fucking wet

I can't stop moaning, getting so turned on seeing him between my legs, his eyes closed as his tongue moves, moaning into my pussy

He slides out of my hole, licking up my cunt, flicking my clit

"Oh fuck", I cry, my legs shaking around his head

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick my clit over and over, his hands slowly trailing up my body, fire hitting every single cell from his touch

I move my hips, rocking on his mouth, his tongue against my clit unrelentingly

His fucking mouth, his tongue, is so fucking amazing

His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his fingers pinching my nipples at the same moment his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking hard

Pleasure explodes in my body, my hips moving faster on their own, grinding against his face

"Jonghie", I moan, his mouth going hard, the slurping sounds he's making so fucking pornographic

Every slurp on my clit brings me closer and closer, my legs shaking as I watch him, so content between my legs

His thumbs rub against my nipples just as he sucks fast and hard, throwing me into an intense orgasm

"Jongho!", I cry, massive pleasure assaulting my body as I ride his face and pulling his hair hard

His hands slide down to my hips helping me move along his mouth as his tongue moves to my hole, licking again and again as he moans loudly

When I finish, he gives me a long lick, then a kiss to my pussy, murmuring, "So fucking good. Definitely gonna eat this pussy everyday"

There is absolutely no issue with that

When he lets go of my hips, I slide down his body, sitting on in his stomach

His face is so messy and wet, making me blush at the mess I made on him

He just smirks, wiping his mouth with his arm, his hands setting back on my hips

He's so fucking beautiful it's stupid and I lean over him, kissing his pretty soft lips

He eagerly kisses me back, his hands moving to cup my face as his tongue slides in my mouth, touching mine and sending sparks of electricity down my spine

As we kiss, I shift on him until I'm straddling his lap, his hard cock resting against my thigh

Reaching behind me, I align him to my entrance and sink down on his head, making both of us moan

I try to push down on him, but he only goes in just a little

I remember it took a little time to get him in the first time we fucked

But I will get him in

One of his hands slides between us, his fingers playing with my clit, bliss filling my body again

Leaning my forehead against his, I push down again, his cock going in so slowly, each inch I take making me wetter

"C'mon baby", he murmurs, his other hand trailing up and down my back, making me shiver, "You can do it. Open that little pussy for me"

I groan loudly, his voice turning me on more

He slips in more, the drag of his cock burning a little but it mixes with the pleasure, the sensation making me dizzy

His fingers rub my clit faster as he urges me to take him, "Please jagi, let me in. Fuck, I've been dying to be back inside your tight, warm, soaking pussy. Think about you clenching around me, sliding on my cock all the fucking time"

Well I'm glad I'm not the only one who was having sex fantasies

I keep slipping down his massive cock, wanting all of him inside me

Wanting to feel full of him again

"Mmm yeah baby", he moans, as I continue to get him in, "Impale that little cunt on my cock. Fuck, wanna fuck you wide open baby. Wreck this pussy, this body on my cock"

"Jonghie", I whimper, "Want that so much"

His eyes look up to mine, desire burning in them, "Then sit on my whole cock baby. Now"

With a moan, I shove myself down that last bit of him, bottoming him out, my thighs smacking against his

"Yes, oh fuck", he cries, pleasure all over his face, "Fuck such a tiny tight cunt. Fuck yes jagi, clench my cock. Fuck"

I am indeed clenching around him, my pussy doing it on its own

"God, you're cunt sucks my cock almost as good as your mouth", he groans, both hands back on my hips, digging into my skin, "Fuck, ride me jagi. Please"

I nod, giving him a soft kiss then I sit up, lean on his abs and slide along his dick

The feel of his cock sliding inside me sends shivers up my spine, soft moans coming from my mouth

When I get to his head, I clench hard around him, making him gasp, then shove myself down his length, bottoming him out in one shot

His head slams into my spot, making me scream, squeezing his cock so tightly and he moans loudly

I bounce on his cock, each time I take him in, spreading my hole wide, stretching me around him, feeling my pussy completely drenched him

I lean back on his leg, my other hand wrapping around his wrist of his hand attached to my hip, spreading my legs wider to make it easier to ride him

"Oh fuck", he groans, his eyes on my pussy swallowing his cock, "So much...soaked...big mess...so pretty"

I smirk as I slam down on his perfect cock over and over

I know I'm creaming him so much, I can feel it all over my legs, can hear the wet sound of his cock moving inside me

"Like that huh baby?", I murmur, "Like how my pussy decorates your cock with all my cream?"

He nods, panting as his eyes continue to watch

I know I have a creamy cunt

Hongjoong commented on it all the time, saying how much he loved it

And Jongho said something about it too, the first time we fucked and now

"Do you? You like how creamy my pussy is? It's not too much for you?"

He shakes his head immediately, "Not too much. Just right jagi, I fucking love it"

"Do you?", I smirk, taking his cock in again and rocking on him, his head pleasuring my spot so fucking much

"I love your pussy baby", he moans, "God, your pussy lips look so good around my dick. Your throbbing clit is so pretty. And the mess you leave on my cock, fuck baby, I want it on me all the time"

I raise my eyebrow, not knowing he likes all those things that much

"Your tiny body is so fucking gorgeous on top of me, riding my cock desperately, making yourself cum", he continues, his voice deep, "Those pretty legs wrapped around me, those tits bouncing in my face"

I knew he'd like that

All guys like tits in their face

His eyes suddenly move up to mine, "And you're face jagi. So beautiful, especially when you're in pleasure. I love knowing you love being with me this much and I can make you feel that good. I love watching you"

I smile down at him, "I know what you mean baby. I love watching you too and fuck Jonghie, you're fucking beautiful all the time, stunning when you're in pleasure and coming. God, Jongho, that image is burned in my mind"

He nods, "Everything about that day is burned in my mind jagi. Everything"

I just smile wider, "Guess we both like watching each other"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Now let me see you cum"

Definitely

I resume riding him, bouncing hard along his cock, just feeling how good he feels

"Yes baby", he moans, bliss all over his face, "God, fuck my cock like that. Fuck, just like that"

I move faster, my skin slapping against his, smacking my spot with every bounce, the pleasure fucking intense

"Yes, fuck. Perfect pussy. My perfect pussy", he whimpers, his eyes struggling to stay open and on me

I feel my orgasm coming, my body stiffening, the continuous build up ready to pop

Bouncing down, the feel of his cock filling me sends me over the edge, incredible pleasure flowing everywhere

"Jongho", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, cunt pulsing intensely, my nails digging into the skin of his abs, "Jongho, fuck, Jongho"

I can't, it's so much, I can't fucking think

His hands slide up my body, intense shivers exploding on my skin, making me yell out in more pleasure

He wraps his hands around my boobs, his thumbs playing with my nipples, sending bliss down to my coming pussy

"Jjj.. Jongho...baby", I gasp

This has to be one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had

"Good girl", I hear Jongho as the pleasure slowly abates

When I open my eyes, Jongho is looking at me in awe

"So gorgeous", he murmurs

I breathe for a few seconds, then lean back on his abs, slowly bouncing on him again

He hasn't cum yet and fuck I so want him to unload in my cunt

Want to feel full of him

As I go faster each bounce, I watch the pleasure all over his face, hear his desperate moans

Stunning, fucking stunning

"Oh god, oh god", he murmurs

"Yeah baby", I say softly, "Feels good?"

He nods rapidly

"Yeah? Like being this deep in my little pussy?"

"Fuck yes"

"Wanna finish in my pussy?", I tease as I ride him

He nods, "Yes, so much"

"Good boy"

"Can I fuck your cunt?"

I smirk nodding, "Yeah baby"

His hands move immediately to my arms, pulling me down on him, skin to skin

He grabs my ass, holding on tightly as he thrusts up so hard

"Oh god", I moan, moving my arm around his neck, my fingers sliding in his hair, gripping tightly and leaning my forehead against his neck

He continues to move at a hard, fast pace, completely fucking my pussy open, destroying my spot, throwing me into mind blowing pleasure, ruining me completely

"Yes", he groans, his hips moving at a relentless pace, his pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust, "Gonna fucking break this pussy on my dick. Make you cum so hard, cream my cock with everything you have"

"Baby", I moan, his voice sending shivers down my spine

"Mmm jagi, gonna make you want no other cock but mine"

"I do", I whimper, "Just yours baby"

"That's fucking right", he growls, fucking into me at the speed of light, "Gonna make you want my cock inside your tiny cunt everyday, make you want to cum all over me everyday"

I nod, breathing hard against his chest, my mind turning off, "Want that baby"

"You'll get it jagi", he promises, "Everyday. You're fucking mine. Only mine"

"Only yours", I whine, my head filled with nothing but his cock pounding into me, bringing me closer and closer

"Good jagi. So how about you cum on my cock and I'll fill your pussy with my load?"

"Make me cum baby", I cry

He slams in hard, ecstacy tsumaning over me, my head in the clouds as a mind shattering orgasm wracks my body

I'm vaguely aware of him moaning that I'm squirting so much but fuck I can't wrap my head around it right this minute

All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure

His cock shoves inside me, throbbing so hard, feeling amazing, his warm sticky cum filling my pussy amazingly

I moan his name as he screams mine, his fingers digging into my ass, his body shaking under me

God, I love feeling him cum

I love the way he fills me, it's perfect

We cling onto each other as the pleasure slowly leaves, his arms moving from my ass to around my waist, holding me

I love being in his arms

It feels so good, like I belong here

I lay on him contently, listening to his fast heartbeat slowly going back to normal

One of his hands slide up my back, going into my hair, his fingers running in the strands

His head turns to me, kissing the top of my head

"I love you", he murmurs

"I love you", I answer, so happy to hear him say it

I know I'm never going to get tired of hearing him say that

We're laying peacefully together when my phone goes off

I lift my head, looking for my phone because I have no idea where I put it

It's on my nightstand, far from my reach

"Wah", I mutter, starting to get up

"Stay", he murmurs, reaching his long arm over and getting my phone, handing it to me

Laying back on his chest, I open the text Hongjoong sent

"So? You guys together yet?"

"Who is it?", he asks tiredly

I show him the phone, his eyes rolling as he takes the phone

He opens the camera, putting it on selfie mode, and taking a picture of us

It's a cute picture of us from the shoulders up, my head on his chest, his tilted to me, leaning against the top of my head, looking down at me

He switches back to the text and sends the picture

"Jonghie, really? A picture?"

"Easier than typing", he answers

He's right, it is

A second later my phone goes off again

He opens the text both of us reading it

"Oh gross, are you two in bed? You guys looked tired out 😏. Don't send me shit like this again"

God, he's all over the place with this text

Jongho just puts the phone on sleep, handing it to me

I put it on do not disturb and hand it back to him, "Toss it on the nightstand. I'm not answering any time soon"

He smiles softly, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I just want to be with you right now"

"I want that too", he agrees, taking the phone and getting it on my nightstand

"What do you want to do?", he asks

"Can we just stay like this for a little? I want to be in your arms"

He smiles wider, nodding, "Anything you want jagi. I love holding you"

"Good. Maybe later we can eat?"

"Definitely", he answers, tilting my head to him, "I love you"

"I love you", I tell him, his beautiful eyes shining, "So much"

"So much", he agrees

He kisses me softly, the kiss causing pure happiness exploding in my body

I have my Jongho and I'm never letting him go

#jongho smut #ateez jongho smut #choi jongho smut #choi jongho fanfic #jongho fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fanfic

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undermine-the-instinct · 1 year

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Title: Across the Ballroom

Part of the Prince!Al Haitham reader poll I did. Witch reader won and is canon, and Noble reader came in last at 7.5%.

Not proofread, I just wanna get this out there.

Wc: 2k Warnings: Talks of arranged marriage(??)

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"Well met. Prince Al Haitham of the Sumerian Kingdom." The prince bowed and you return his greetings, subtly trying to check him out.

You suppose the rumors are true, he really is quite handsome. You've never quite seen such intense eyes, or such an impressive build from a prince who was not a warrior (and thus a meathead).

He does not seem to be cursed either. There are no marks or outward tellings of a curse or spell, and you wonder if it's just his insanely good looks at play here.

If he is cursed, it's hidden especially well.

You're curious, and he seems intelligent, so you hope to speak to him more as this night goes by.

Unfortunately, that's not the case.

The other nobles and royals are swarming him, like bees to honey. All high class elite, you cam never hope to breach or approach. Once he finishes talking with one lady another shows up batting her eyelashes, or another prince puts a hand to his shoulder, elbow.

You have enough people in your day to day life touching you and demanding your attention, your time, your skills, so you're not sure how he does it, how he does not shake off their holds or keeps such a stoic face.

He just seems…unbothered. Like they were all blades of grass he couldn't be bothered to sweep away. Like a puppet, he goes through the motions, says the right lines, makes the right gestures and gives the right amount of attention. It's…scary, how he can do that. Shut down everything else off but the necessary, or maybe this really is how he is. Doesn't seem like much of a person, to you.

But beyond being scary, it's boring. It seems the rumors really have painted him as a dreamboat, when he's really not anything interesting. What a disappointment.

His eyes suddenly cut towards you, like he heard your thoughts. You, out of anyone in the room. And, oh, not so composed then. There is an anger there, in his eyes, and a challenge, and you do not rise to meet it. It does not entice you. You return to your champagne glass, stick to your little corner of the ballroom.

You're going to mind your business, and enjoy your time here. Your father pulled some strings to get you to such a high class ball, so above your station. You're wearing your most expensive outfit and jewelry yet, and the food looks amazing.

You'd have better luck talking to the people here. Making acquaintanceships, and networking, than trying to woo the prince. You're ordinary (no you're not, but you're trying to be), so you doubt you'll catch his eye.

You forget you're a witch (no you're not, you just know some things). You really shouldn't tempt fate.

Because Gods and Stars above, the Crown Prince is walking towards you.

"Your Grace." The room goes silent, and you turn fully to see the crown prince behind you, holding out his arm. Goodness, he's not going to ask…in front of all these people?

"A new song is about to start. May I have this dance?" You'd rather magick a hole in your hand that lets out hornets, but alas. Who are you to deny the crown prince? You take his hand.

He's not wearing gloves. His calluses aren't fully formed, like he doesn't use them for work often, but he has little indents on his index and thumb. They are so imperceptible that you wouldn't have noticed them if you didn't have the same thing, from years of holding a wand, or a quill.

Both of you are silent and stone faced as you take your positions on the dance floor. You suppose you don't make a very pleasant looking pair. There is a sizable clear space around you two that the other dancers leave, and you do not pretend to not notice the stares you are getting.

"Tell me," he begins, as the music starts, "what brought you here?"

"Me, Your Highness?" You move with him, smooth, graceful.

"It is the beginning of the social season, Your Highness. It's more strange if I am not here."

"Forgive me, you don't seem like you very much want to be here."

"I could say the same for you, Your Highness." You are awarded with a slight, dry chuckle as you move along the dance floor.

"Oh, so you noticed?"

"...I do not mean to be rude, Your Highness." Cats and dragons know that your mother and your father would kill you if you were to get on the bad side of the prince.

"You are not. To be honest, I grow weary over droll conversation about the same things, over and over. But my Father made me swear to be on my best behavior. So what can I do?"

A chuckle escapes your lips.

"Even at our age, we are still held to the whims of our parents."

"But of course. I adhere to it though."

"Blink twice if you're being held hostage, Your Highness." He looks at you, and you think your joke was not very well received, until he very obviously blinks twice. You chuckle.

Okay, this is going good. Much better than you thought you would have, when his eyes cut across the room.

Almost like he was searching for something, a lifejacket to hold onto.

"Pardon me, Your Highness, for this question but…why did you approach me for a dance?"

"Hm? Because I wished to. Nothing more or less." And put all this pressure on you? With the wide space you've been given, the stares, you've never put this much thought into making sure your steps are absolutely perfect. You can't make a fool of yourself here, you will not.

"I've never met you before. We have no history."

"No…?" You draw out the word.

"And yet you don't seem infatuated with me."

A million thoughts flood through your head, and a thousand emotions, but you decide to wait until he clarifies.

Even if a hot bolt of incredulity (rage) shot through you.

"Haven't you noticed there's mainly women at this ball? They are all hoping to win me over so I could make one of them my wife. Not much different for the other nobles either.

I've never seen you at none of these events, and I recognize plenty of the people here. You must be here for the same thing as they. Though I don't see you making much of an effort."

You want to scoff, and it's getting incredibly hard to keep being polite."Would you believe me if I said I was not attracted to you, or wished to court you? At all?"

"I'd be highly skeptical, and hopeful. What a relief that would be. Even so, that wouldn't explain why you look so upset to be here."

Was your face that telling? No, you're pretty sure he just has a crazy intuition.

Alright, how can you say this without being too rude, or look like you're scheming…

"Well, I very much don't appreciate my Father sending me here to try and seduce you, Your Highness." There goes any tact.

"Oh? Is that what you were sent for?" He sounds like he is just humoring you, and you try not to wince. You hope you aren't digging your own grave. He looks down at you, assessing, and he doesn't look impressed. Your anger flares.

"You don't seem to be doing a very good job. By choice, I presume?"

"Of course. You don't seem very enthused either, with all these suitors being thrown at you. Why add on when I don't even want to?"

He twirls you, away from him. You pivot on your heel and twirl back into his arms.

"No, I don't appreciate it. And I'm feeling desperate, so let's cut the small talk and make a temporary deal."

A what? The sudden topic change sounds so sudden, and gives you whiplash, but…you're bored.

"Pardon me, Your Highness?"

"You are pardoned. Quickly now, the dance is almost over."

True, the tempo was reaching its crescendo, and then it's end, you nod at the prince.

"Let me hear, before I agree." After the words leave your mouth he pulls you so much closer, and you don't think you misheard the room gasp when he leans closer to whisper in your ear.

"I pretend to entertain you, and be enamored, and you follow suit. That way I won't have to deal with these lovelorn fools and you…"

"And I…?" You try not to sound breathless.

"Have something to report back to your Father." A huff of breath escapes your lips before you catch it, and you shake your head with a smile.

"I thought you were good at negotiations, Your Highness. I don't need to report back to my Father on anything. And I don't think I'd want the attention I'd get, plenty of folks here are already sure to gossip on this, alone." With your hand still in his, you gesture between the two of you. The prince's expression doesn't change.

"I understand your Father is in a bit of a bind, and you are of eligible age and stature, and, forgive me, breeding, for marriage. It's why you were sent to such a high class ball, in the hopes of meeting and wooing me." You purse your lips, not wanting to affirm his thoughts.

"I'm a capable person. Even if in the worst, absolute case scenario, my family falls into ruin, somehow, I could make a name selling spells and such. I'm talented enough to bring us back to high society"

"Oh, a witch? You seem very confident in your abilities."

"Of course, I'm very capable and I am self taught."

"Tell me witch, am I cursed? Spellcasted, hexed? Or could you curse me to never find love?" Is he joking? His face is set like stone but his voice carries some mirth when you frown at him.

"I couldn't detect anything then or now. And I could curse you, but then my family would really fall into notoriety and we don't need that." He chuckles, so he was joking.

Good.

"Even just this you could report back, and I'm sure it would do much to delay your Father's attempts to marry you off. I need an appropriate excuse, not exactly a proper one, to escape these suitors. So what say you?"

The dance is nearly finished now, and you can already see said suitors waiting at the outskirts, waiting for their turn, or to question you. You frown at the prince, having come to a realization.

"Even if I refuse, you have made it so I'll gain some notoriety just from your actions here alone. You've pressured me."

Al Haitham looks at you. And strangely enough, he smiles. Those eyes of his are really…something. The music stops and you both still, but he still doesn't let you go as you look about, as whispers start to rise.

"To make negotiations, preferably in my favor, I need to create a situation where the other party is more inclined to meet my demands." He releases you save one hand, and lowers himself down to kiss it. The room definitely explodes into gasps, and your eyes blow open.

"I'm sure you'll be able to find me if you take up my offer."

You hiss, annoyed. "I'll put a spell on you, prince."

"I don't care. As long as it gets these people away from me," he mutters under his breath, that pleasant smile slipping ever so slightly.

He bows and slowly turns away, as if longing to stay with you.

"Till our next dance, Your Grace. I do hope you bless me with more of your time." And he walks away. You only have a moment to glare and curse him in your mind before a group of ladies descend upon you, hungry for all the gossip.

That swine.

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drowningyoursorrow · 9 months

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WALLFLOWER, PT.2

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 1)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: none W/C: 1.7k

IT has been weeks since your encounter with your customer regulars, and honestly, you didn't think it'd affect you this much. But there were many, many moments where you'd miss their banter echoing throughout the café. Sure, most of it was downright ridiculous and made no sense whatsoever from whatever they spurred to hold their place. It still entertained you nevertheless because they'd include you for your input, rather amused at your confused responses. You'd like to think you grew quite close to them because eventually you were even brought in their playful arguments.

They seemed to eventually like your presence as well, saying time to time that they enjoyed your shitty little café more than others. Which has grown quiet, you've begun to think that the guy that was freaking out in your café from before might've had something to do with it all. You've been thinking about the encounter of the whole thing for the time being, well, more about the ragged blonde. The guy started almost going batshit crazy when he couldn't see your face and didn't really speak well. So yeah, you'd say thinking about him was reasonable and not just you being randomly infatuated with him.

You eventually snapped away from your thoughts as you heard a ding from the entryway, shooting your head up. For a quick, fleeting second, you had hoped it would be the girls, maybe even with Kyle once more. It was just another customer, so you quickly got their order. Strange enough they decided they wanted to chat, more like flirting, but you'd pretend to be coy because honestly. You're just trying to do your job, and people like this make you want to chuck off your very own name tag and quit.

But this job was what was getting you food and your shitty apartment's rent, so you can only dream of making a scene to nobody when you quit. You zoned out for a quick minute and surprise, surprise, the jerk is still trying to woo you. Apparently, holding the bitchiest face that you could ever muster and not even staring at the guy is not a hint of disinterest. You wish the café wasn't so empty because he'd have a good reason to go away, but since he's not holding up nay customers. He can do as he pleases, and you're sure that your boss would give you hell if you yelled at a customer that the place barely receives.

As you were slowly going insane, the bell rang once more and there arrived your favorite group and the distinctive boy. They seemed to notice the guy's intentions and how uncomfortable you were, and quickly shoved past him as they ordered their usual. Then like before they made him order as they sauntered off to their seats, even Zoe went off with them. Giving Kyle a reassuring look, maybe to ease his nerves that were very evident on his features when he stood in front of you. You decided that it'd be easier for him if you just offered what he ordered from before, not acknowledging why you remembered.

“So, Caramel Macchiato, like before? If I am correct.” You held the sweetest smile which was strangely genuine in hopes he wouldn't cave into his nerves. He looked surprised that you'd remember what he got, which he struggled to tell you in the beginning. Kyle then fidgeted as he beamed at you now, his face contorting into deep thought. “No, No, I uh- don't want that. It was pretty gross.”

You lifted your brows, somewhat surprised that he spoke more naturally than he did before. Although he was still sort of sluggish with his words, you were impressed by the quick development. Is that why they were all gone? Helping him get better with his speech? The thought made you smile, “I like the speech improvement, impressive to say the least.”

Joking with him, but he seemed flattered nevertheless and just gave you a shy smile as his hands began to tap on the counter. “No caramel macchiato, then?” “Uh yeah- What would... What would you recommend?” He peered up at you, somewhat eagerly waiting for your response, a shy smile laced on his lips. You felt your face heat up lightly at his cheeky appearance, hoping to god that he wouldn't pick up on it.

“Oh, uh- well I don't really drink caffeinated beverages but just the espresso, it does it for me.” You cringed at your awkwardness, but still held a small smile to ease the conversation. Kyle looked deep in thought as he fidgeted before you, “can I get an...- Espresso, then?” His voice was light, and he spoke in a breathy tone, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. “Yeah, of course!”

Maybe you spoke to eager? Nobody is that cheerful to make just anybody an espresso. Before you bored more insecurities at yourself, you quickly headed toward the back. Missing the eyes that pleadingly followed after you when you headed out of view, away from him. You leaned on a wall in the back, cheesing out because a cute guy was happy to see you, or well you hope.

Your coworker studied you, sighing, “you're ridiculous.” They knew of your sudden infatuation with the hesitant boy and thought it was just hilarious. And honestly you did too, you don't even know why you're so interested with him. Perhaps it's because of how he talks like he's never dated anybody in his life before, an awkward teenager. You smiled at the thought of his cheekiness from earlier and pondered as his order was being made.

You quickly grabbed it, heading out to see if he hopefully likes this one rather than the other one from before. Like he was from earlier, he waited patiently for you to come back. He looked lost in thought, before he heard your footsteps approach him, perking up. A grin reappeared on his face as he stood straighter before you, focusing on your face. It was like he was trying to remember every feature of you, scanning you.

His eyes made you feel nervous, so you awkwardly handed him his drink with a smile, avoiding his gaze. He accepted it, his fingers encasing around yours in a quick, fleeting moment. “Thank – you.” “Hope you enjoy!” You turned around, feeling the nervousness bubble within you, yet you felt so happy.

You held your face, sighing, turning back around. Jumping slightly because Kyle still stood in front of you, studying you as he drank his espresso. A smile still being held, but a worried look took place in his eyes. You didn't expect for him to still be there, since usually the customers head back to their seats. The girls were still in the back of the café, chatting away, seeming to forget about Kyle.

“Are, you- okay? I'm sorry if I uh, scared you.” He held a look of shame, looking at his shoes now, lowering the drink in his hand. “What? No, it wasn't that, you didn't scare me, Kyle. I was just surprised!” You quickly tried to reassure him, feeling bad since he looked like a kicked puppy. Your answer didn't seem to make him feel any better, but he did look back into your eyes, embarrassed.

What you were going to say now is rather a quick thought and bold, but maybe shoot your shot now before it's too late? Get hurt now rather than getting hurt later. Besides, maybe this can cheer him up, “how about I make it up to you, yeah? I can buy you, uh, coffee later when I'm off work. Unless you don't want to-” “I want to.”

He interrupted you, now beaming at you as he wore a huge smile, his embarrassment from before long gone, “yes we can, w-we..- We should!” You were baffled at his response, kind of suspecting that he would only look at you with confusion and brush it off. But you smiled back eagerly, the same as him, in sort of disbelief with your sudden confidence. “Well uh, yeah great. If you want, we can do it tomorrow, or if you even can wait for me?” Your hands felt clammy, and you felt your throat swell up as you tried to sort things out.

Hell, you were ecstatic, but your nerves were killing you. “I... I can wait for y-youuuu after work. Yes. I will be right here.” Kyle looked at you attentively, still smiling ear to ear as he struggled to get the words out. Too happy at the moment to even properly remember his speech practice that he's been working on. For you.

He begged Zoe to teach him more proper English, so he could talk and interact with you, without seeming crazy. He's been huddled up all day, working and working on how'd he'd casually talk to you like those couples in the movies. Although he couldn't see you during those days, he remembered that he could be more open with you later on. For some reason, when he saw you, he felt as if he should protect you and be alongside you. In the short moment that you two spent together, he felt safe and comfortable because you didn't look at him weirdly.

You spoke to him softly and didn't even flinch during his tantrums, he only saw curiosity and understanding within you. You have enraptured him. Not only that, but you both were drawn to one another, not even knowing really why. Maybe it was foolish to ask him on a date first thing, but the way he looks at you as you smile at one another. Makes you think, perhaps it's good that you both were being hopeless for each other.

Before you guys could say any more he was being pulled away once more from you, the girls needing somewhere to be. You couldn't really hear them, all you could see and hear was Kyle as he looked back at you. His cheeky smile still there, this time he didn't try pulling away from them. Because now he knew that you'd still be there, waiting for him, and you two would be together. You've doubted the idea of soulmates at first, but now, maybe you were the one that was wrong.

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- I literally only watched AHS Coven for him - Frankenkyle is personally my preferred Kyle - I was listening to cheesy 80's music writing this - Proofread

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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invisibleraven · 6 months

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Person A & Person B meet at a Halloween Bonfire Party on the beach / Peterpatter

To Luke, fourteen was a stupid age, especially at Halloween. He was too old to go trick or treating, and too young to get into the good parties, so he wasn't sure what to do with himself. But he knew if he didn't he'd be stuck answering the door with his mom while Hocus Pocus played on the TV.

Hard Pass.

What was worse was that Alex was stuck at some church function and Bobby wanted to spend the evening with his lola watching corny specials and stealing snack sized candy bars while waiting for kids. Leaving Luke with no plans and no friends to pass the time with.

That's when he heard of a Halloween Bonfire Party happening out at Silver Lake. Open to all as long as you brought your own drinks and s'mores supplies. That sounded way better than suffering through his fiftieth showing of The Great Pumpkin.

So Halloween night, Luke threw a bag of marshmallows and some skewers into a bag, plus a six pack of soda. He grabbed his wooly flannel jacket and his guitar last second; the first to stay warm, the second to woo any cute people he met, or maybe jam with some fellow musicians.

A few bus stops later, Luke was at Silver Lake, seeing various fires dot the beach, the smell of smoke and something skunky thick in the air. Luke weaved through the piles of people, avoiding those who looked a little too into partying or outside his age range.

But then, further up the beach he came across a smaller fire with a few teens around it. A guy with long dark hair, angular features, and wearing a crop top. A pretty Latina girl who was locking lips with a girl with insanely long braids. A blonde looking kind of bored as she poked the fire with a long stick.

And there-sitting with an acoustic guitar and sporting a cool leather jacket-was the cutest guy Luke had ever seen.

His skin was pale in the glowing firelight, but Luke could see a few spots of colour blooming on his cheeks as he laughed. He had a mouth full of shiny metal, but it didn't detract from his crooked grin that was devastating even with the braces. Then he noticed Luke and grinned even wider, waving him over.

"Hey! Finally someone else to play with!" The guys said, gesturing to Luke's guitar. "I'm Reggie. This is Willie, Carrie, Flynn, and Julie."

"Luke," he said, sitting next to Reggie and waving to the others. "How'd you guys hear about this?"

"I live right over there," Reggie said, gesturing to the small strip of houses across from the beach. "So I see it every year, figured this year I'd check it out. Invited my friends so I'd have someone to hang with, but it's cool to meet someone new!"

"Yeah," Luke replied, nudging Reggie's shoulder with his own. "It really is. So you wanna play?"

Reggie beamed as he nodded. Luke pulled out his bag of marshmallows and handed them around to the crew as he and Reggie discussed what song to play.

"No Wonderwall," Carrie threatened.

"Or John Denver," Flynn piped up.

"Not even Country Roads?' Reggie pouted.

"Especially Country Roads," Flynn replied.

"When I Come Around?" Luke suggested.

"I'm down with some Green Day," Reggie agreed, strumming his guitar. Willie pulled out a harmonica, with the girls patting their laps to make a beat, and soon enough the group of them were singing song after song as the fire burned low and Luke's bag full of confections emptied.

Luke glanced at his watch and scowled. "Shoot, I gotta go, the last bus home will be here any minute now."

Reggie pouted again and Luke had the strongest urge to kiss it off his lips but restrained himself. "Maybe we could so this again next year? And meet up before then to do a few more songs?"

"I'd like that," Reggie admitted, blushing. He pulled out a notebook and scrawled his number on a page, handing it to Luke. "Call me maybe?"

"Definitely," Luke nodded, rushing off, before doubling back, pressing a fleeting kiss to Reggie's cheek then dashing off again.

Luke was sure he was smiling the entire way home, given how much his face was aching from it by the time he went to bed. But one thing was for sure, he might have a new favourite holiday!

#filled prompts #ficlet #ruke #peterpatter #julie and the phantoms

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I love seeing all these attumaxreaderxnamora anons! I've been hyperfixating thinking about those two for a while now 🤪😵

Just wanted to share a lil idea I've had lately about how the whole thing could start

For some context, I've always seen Attuma and Namora as frenemies, thus some sort of 50/50 between agreeing/tolerating each other and competing/bickering

1. So I feel like the first time they both saw reader they were both star-strucked by her; they both were left speechless by her beauty and strength

2. Being as blunt and possessive as he is, Attuma probably went after reader first; something clicking in his mind and making him go all mine, not caring about anything nor anyone else in the world; probably didn't even notice Namora also staring at her, he was just blinded by that pull

3. I have a feeling Namora is way more reserved and diplomatic? composed? than Attuma and as soon as she saw him charging towards reader, she could only roll her eyes at how much of a brute he could be (guess Namora is more sensual and gentle so she could be a "gentleman" like that lol)

4. Since Namora is not as blunt as Attuma, I imagine she kept her distance and observed, trying to gather as much information about reader as possible; however, that also made her lose leverage as she basically gave Attuma enough room to woo/court reader

5. Sensing defeat, I imagine Namora taking a rather harsh stance against reader every time she would be around with Attuma but only because she doesn't know how to approach her and also doesn't want Attuma to notice her having a big ol' crush on her; her being so distant and rather dry towards reader also comes from how jealous Namora actually feels, she's also possessive and she also saw reader first and she very well knows she could do a better damn job than Attuma

6. Sparring with reader would probably be the few times Namora has a chance to be near her, like physically near her; she would be so distracted by the way reader moves, her scent, the way her skin feels against hers whenever they clash against one another, and most importantly, by the way reader sounds; oh Namora would pay close attention to every huff or whimper or groan that would escape reader's mouth and would wonder if that's how she sounds whenever she's with Attuma...or if she could make reader sound even sweeter if she had her way with her

7. Eventually Attuma connects the dots and realizes Namora's harshness and distance/coldness towards reader is not because she doesn't like her but because she feels the same pull as him; being the cocky asshole that he is, I'm pretty sure he would tease Namora endlessly about it until she snaps at him and bickers about why would reader choose him over her

Anyways, these lil snippets have been driving me insane lately so I thought I might as well share them here hehe

And yes, I like drama and angsty stuff like that sue me

Also, I apologize if this ended up being too long or if it sounds stupid I promise it looks better in my head

~🦈 anon

HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME WITH SO FEW CRUMBS, BESTIE?! Do you have any more ideas? Because I would really like to hear/read them.

Don't apologize if the confession is too long, literally every confession I read is, and indeed I read them with pleasure and curiosity❤️

How Namora and Attuma would approach the reader is absolutely accurate! ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDS I mean, in my opinion Attuma is kind of the guy who would start looking for the reader almost like a predator goes after its prey (I think he would also use his size to put more emphasis on it, I mean we looked at it all the mask scene with shuri yeah?)

Namora would literally watch him from afar already understanding what plan he has in mind, and click her tongue at her palate in annoyance. In my opinion Namora thinks Attuma 'plays a little too much' with things, if I'm not mistaken she herself in the film tells him "Stop playing Attuma" after he kept challenging Okoye.

In my opinion, yeah, Namora would feel a little put off by Attuma's way of doing things, believing that there is no room for her in your heart. However, I don't think she's the type to drop the bone so easily. I think she would wait patiently (even without jumping for joy) for the right moment where you and Attuma have an argument or something goes a bit wrong between you two, to be able to jump in and support you in that difficult moment. Namora would support you at any cost, even if you are wrong to Attuma in the argument and I think she would say things like: "I would never have done that to you…" or "I would never have told you…"

Obviously your relationship grows stronger knowing that I would always have support from her and it is at that moment that in my opinion the challenge really begins between Namora and Attuma: who will be able to win your heart.

#namora #namora x reader #attuma #attuma x reader #wakanda forever #black panther #[ h3k3t confession ]#🦈 anon

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doevademe · 1 year

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I just LOVE Emmy and Asher so here's a prompt I'm purposing: time travel but it's Emilia and Asher going back in time to before their dads were dating. Rationalizing that it means they would create a new timeline (avengers endgame style) they try to get this version of their parents together earlier.

They end up somewhere before Nico's confession and they end up admitting that they're Nico's kids (Nico not believing them at first because who would marry him) and oh no there is no mother. Everyone assuming Nico's wife is either dead or they're divorced

They get to witness first hand Nico's pain about being in love for Percy and thinking he'd never find love and him being ostracized by everyone else for stupid reasons and they wonder why Percy isn't jumping in to defend him because they KNOW he cares and learn Percy's complicated feelings about Nico (Percy for some reason really wants to know about Nico's wife and how adult Nico is 😏)

Everything is going fine and smooth with learning about their parents and trying to matchmake but then oops one of the kids show their water related powers.

If they parents remembered this, Asher was going to pin the blame on Emilia.

"So, 'papa', huh?" Uncle Leo asked them, raising an eyebrow.

"No, we meant— it's just..." Emilia struggled to explain away her outburst, while their papa was just there, astounded, not knowing how to react. "Surprise?"

"I knew it," Aunt Annabeth said. Eight pairs of eyes stared at her. "Okay, I didn't know, but just... look at them! Ash is basically Nico's carbon copy! When they said they were from the future, I assumed."

"You don't notice it because he never smiles," Leo quipped. Their papa glared at him. "So, who's your mom?"

Emilia and Asher looked at each other. Asher noticed that both of their parents were way too interested in the answer.

"Actually, we were—"

"We have no mom," he interrupted his sister. Emilia raised her eyebrow just like their papa, but he just smiled. "It's just us."

Everyone seemed too awkward to ask further.

"We love dad a lot," Asher continued. "And we have so many wonderful aunts and uncles, too."

"That's... great," Aunt Piper said awkwardly. "Well, I'm beat, we better get to sleep now."

Once they were all gone, Emilia grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

"What are you doing," she hissed. "You're going to break time!"

"Just the timeline," he said. His sister didn't look placated by that in the slightest. "You saw papa, didn't you? No one cared when Arachne attacked him, no one stood up for him, not even dad!"

"Dad wanted to, I'm sure of it," she said, and Asher wanted to believe that too. "He's just... in his stupid teenager phase."

"Well, if the timeline remaining intact requires me to sit by and watch papa suffer, it's a timeline I'm willing to destroy," he said solemnly. "Dad always says he always loved papa, he just didn't know it until he was older."

"Where are you going with this, Ash?"

"Want to speed things up?" he asked slyly. "Make dad realize how much he loves papa?"

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With their identities somewhat revealed, Emilia and Asher were free to use the powers inherited from their papa, which made them infinitely more useful than they had been when they arrived (although they did save their dad and aunt Annabeth from falling into Tartarus).

Emilia had mostly powers from her dad, though, so she remained in the background while Asher helped out their papa with Shadow Travel and undead summoning.

No, her role in Asher's insane plan (she was going to blame it all on him when they got back) was to tickle dad's curiosity about papa's love life. Since she was the older one, everyone assumed she had actual memories of the mother that didn't exist, and her dad just had to know who managed to woo their papa.

She was surprised no one had made the connection, what with her looking a lot like her grandmother and with her dad's green eyes.

"Was she really pretty?" her dad asked after dinner. Emilia liked that her father was still so close to her, despite not knowing their relationship. "I mean, did she look like you?"

"I look like my grandma," she said. "Why so many questions, d-Percy? Is it that unbelievable that papa found someone?"

She still struggled to call her dad by name, but she hadn't slipped yet.

"Uh, well, I just... I worry about him, you know," he said awkwardly. "He lost a lot and, knowing he will lose your mother must be very hard for him so, I don't want him to suffer?"

"One of my oldest memories is my parents kissing," she revealed. Her dad turned a little green, making her smirk. "For me, I don't think about Aphrodite or Eros when I picture love. I picture them, together."

Her dad looked like he had just eaten something sour. Emilia couldn't believe this was working at all.

"That's... great," he said unconvincingly. "I'm happy for Nico..."

"Emmy!" Asher called. Emilia shrugged and left him to meet with her brother. "Damasen, Nyx, and most of the House of Night agreed to unchain the Doors from their side tomorrow when we reach the Necromantheion!"

Ash had spent most of his "free time" making sure their changes to the timeline didn't result in Gaia's victory. It scared Emilia sometimes how effective her brother could be when he wanted to.

"And what did you offer in return?" She asked. Asher grinned and produced a veil.

"While papa and uncle Jason were in Split, I got my hands on the Mantle of Night. Nyx lost it ages ago, and will do anything for it."

"You're way too cunning sometimes, Ash," she said with a sigh. "Okay, after that, what? Papa will have to go with the statue, our parents will be apart until the end of the war."

"We split up too," Ash said intelligently. "You'll continue working on dad, while I help papa with his issues, and convince him not to give up just yet, all under the pretense of helping him Shadow Travel."

Emilia knew then, her little brother had grown into an evil genius.

It didn't matter as long as he used his brains for good, though.

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Asher bit his lip in worry as, once again, all eyes were on them.

Clytius last desperate attack before aunt Hazel and Hecate finished him off had gone right after his dad, who was working on breaking the Doors of Death's chains.

His powers were drained helping uncle Frank with the Legion zombies, so the only one who could help their dad had been Emilia.

Who erected a water barrier.

That alone could have been explained, but his sister was a little hot headed, and tended to assume the worst outcome, so, after everyone's stares were on them for far too long, Emilia smiled, ashamed.

"So, I guess there's no use hiding it anymore," she said, looking at Percy. She didn't realize he still looked confused, that they could still salvage this. Asher tried to stop her, but Emilia was too far away. "So, um, hi, dad."

Asher wanted to hit his head against the wall where the Doors of Death once stood.

#Percico #percico child #my writing #writing prompt #thank you #I love Asher #I don't get to write him as often as Emilia #they are 15 and 13 in this btw #Yes Emilia is older than Nico in this one #ask #anonymous

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cryptidofthekeys · 10 months

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Im liking the idea with th real vampire streber that he feeds off of kevin after going too long without feeding

I like angst :)

Ya know, I AM a writer, y'all can ask and I'll deliver if I'm in the mood... And well, that probably won't happen in the actual Kev n Streb story I'm writing currently BUT!!!!

. . . :)

I'm not sorry for this by the way y'all <3

Btw quick heads up, in this lil mini-fic, Kevin does know Streber is a Vampire, the basic summary is that Streber feeds off Kevin when he REALLY shouldn't have (Kev puts a lil too much faith in Strebs sometimes :3)

btw idk who you are since your on anon but I hope you find this!!!

TW: Blood, Death, Angst, Grief

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Streber could feel it, the need... The need for blood building up, it's the only word his mind repeated over and over and over and over again... Streber had not fed in a long time now, he had been putting it off for far too long, he needed to go feed, because the urge was driving him insane...

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Streber quickly got up from his seat and began to walk, heading to the front door of his house and then when he opened it, he was greeted with Kevin who was about to knock and the vampire's eyes went wide with fear... "K-Kev?! Wh-What are you doing here s-so late...?!"

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Kevin had flinched and froze when he was greeted with Streber at the door, he put his hand down and then spoke up "I uh, is this a bad time...?" And of course Streber just laughed nervously and shook his head "N-No! Not at all, come in, come in...!"

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Kevin didn't seem like he believed Streber and so he spoke up "...Are you okay...? You seem... On edge and..." And then Kevin blinked as he stepped inside and crossed his arms "...You forgot to feed again, didn't you...?"

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Streber fidgeted with his hands "N-Nooo....?" He grinned, showing off his sharp, pointed fangs that just extended like that and Kevin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "...Dude, Strebs... You can't do that, man, you can't just... Urgh..." There was a pause before Kevin looked into Streber's eyes with concern.

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"...I care about you, a lot, you know this Strebs... ...I love you, a lot, you know that as well, I don't want to see you just... Starving yourself like this, it's not good...!" Kevin noticed Streber look down, disappointed and then Kevin took a hold of his boyfriend's hand.

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Kevin sighed, knowing that Streber might've thought he was mad with him and he shook his head "...Strebs, I'm not... Mad at you, I just... I get worried about you sometimes, ya know? ...I get worried about you a lot actually, I don't like seeing you starve yourself"

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Streber sighed "...I know, I know... I'm sorry for worrying you... ...F-For the record though, I was just about to go and feed, honest!" Streber tried to defend which was true and at least that got a bit of a smile from Kevin, although he could notice that Streber looked like he was getting more and more weak by the second... In fact...

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Kevin had ran over and quickly caught the vampire before he could fall over "S-Strebs...?!" Kevin called out to which Streber held a hand up "W-Woo boy... I-I'm fine, Kev... I-I just... I really need to go... feed..." Streber sounded woozy.

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Kevin had thought about it and it's not like they hadn't before and so he moved the collar of his shirt down and then his hair out of the way and sighed "...Go ahead, you're too weak to even make it out the door"

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The vampire's eyes widened as he saw Kevin offer his neck, his fangs extended and his eyes glowed red, but then he quickly shook his head "I-I, K-Kevin no... I-I shouldn't..." Kevin rolled his eyes, just thinking Streber was being worried like usual "C'mon Strebs, it'll be fine, you've drank from me before ...I trust you ...And I love you"

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Streber was going to protest again but the temptation was just too sweet... Streber couldn't resist it, his vampiric urges were too strong, he had been too long without feeding... And he physically couldn't restrain himself anymore, he had tried but... He just couldn't, the urges were too strong...

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The vampire had fully stood and just leaned forward, sinking his fangs into Kevin's neck who flinched and cried out a bit.

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"D-Damn Strebs...! Chill! Th-that DOES hurt you know...!" Kevin scoffed, but his boyfriend didn't respond, only with a slight little hiss, and this part always felt weird to Kevin, to feel Streber drinking from him like this, he cringed a little at the feeling.

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...And after a bit like always, Kevin had motioned for Streber to stop, as he was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded "O-Okay Strebs, th-that's enough..." ...But... The vampire didn't stop, and so Kevin tried again, maybe thinking that Streber just didn't hear him the first time.

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And then at the third time, Kevin's eyes snapped open a bit "...S-Streber...?" Kevin's voice got a bit timid, and well his nerves didn't get soothed when all he got in response with a hiss from his vampiric boyfriend "S-Streber, th... That's enough..."

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Streber couldn't hear Kevin however, he was far too lost in this moment, his pupils were dilated at this point, he had been without blood for too long, and the vampire sighed in pure satisfaction at getting to taste blood again, he couldn't stop... He didn't want to stop, he needed more, his mind was feral right now, only telling him to drink, nothing else.

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Kevin was beginning to get scared now, as he tried to pry his vampiric boyfriend from his neck, but that just caused Streber to hold onto him, in a tight grasp that made Kevin yelp "S-Strebs... St-Stop, you-you need to stop..."

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The vampire just growled at that and attached himself to Kevin even more so, his fangs sunk deeply into Kevin's neck, not letting a singular drop of blood escape, Streber was practically in a frenzy as he kept greedily drinking the blood from Kevin's neck, he was far too gone to even hear his boyfriend's voice anymore...

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Kevin had tried to practically tear Streber from his neck but the vampire just wouldn't budge, and then of course because of how much blood Kevin was losing, he began to grow woozy, feeling even more lightheaded "...S-Streber..." Kevin's voice had grown weaker now "...P-Please... St-Stop..."

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Streber couldn't hear anything but his own frenzied thoughts telling him to keep feeding, in fact in his frenzy he didn't even recognize that it was Kevin in front of him, and then eventually... Kevin had fallen limp, completely drained of his blood, and that's when the vampire unattached his fangs from the human's neck...

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...There was a pause, a pause as the vampire's frenzy began to die down now that his thirst was quenched fully, Streber sighed in delight and then he looked down ...And then, if the vampire had a heart that could stop, Streber's heart would have stopped beating immediately...

There was a flash in his eyes, as his eyes went wide in realizing who was now limp in his arms...

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Streber was unable to speak as wide, horrified eyes stared, darting all over his boyfriend's limp body, Streber's mouth was agape in shock and pure horror, he had quickly panicked and put his fingers to Kevin's neck ...The vampire didn't feel his boyfriend's pulse anymore...

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"K-Kev...?" Streber called out but Kevin didn't response, he called out his boyfriend's nickname again, and then the vampire began to shake Kevin a bit "K-KEVIN?! K-KEVIN! N-NO! NO PLEASE...!" Streber tried desperately to shake the human awake, trying anything and everything in a blind panic but... Kevin wouldn't wake up.

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The vampire wailed, he wailed his now deceased boyfriend's name into the night, Kevin's blood still trickling down his fangs, in fact when Streber had seen that, he placed a hand to his fangs and wiped them and his hands began to tremble furiously as he stared at Kevin's blood, that's when Streber realized finally and fully processed what he had done...

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Streber held Kevin tightly in his arms, crying, screaming, BEGGING and pleading desperately for his boyfriend to wake back up, he shook Kevin almost violently in an attempt to wake him up, the vampire was trying to deny it that Kevin had just passed out, he was almost in denial but no, he knew what he had done...

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"K-Kevin p-please, please... I-I'm sorry, n-no, I-I can't lose you... P-Please come back to me...! K-Kevin please, I-I'm sorry..." Streber began apologizing over and over again, he apologized, cried out Kevin's name, still begging him to wake up and then he finally finished by wailing Kevin's name in the night, mourning the loss of his boyfriend and blaming himself for Kevin's death...

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The vampire would never forgive himself for this, he would never be free from the guilt that would plague his mind... Streber had just drained his boyfriend of all his blood...

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I got tired at the end there lol also hope y'all like the angst ...And if not ...I can get so much worse <3

#The Cryptid's Writing #spooky month streber #spooky month kevin #candybats #tw blood #tw death #tw grief #tw angst #Real Vampire Au Streber #also to really hit home- just remember that Kevin's last words that Streber had actually heard was that Kevin trusted and loved him <3

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honeyhotteoks · 10 months

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Hello Chai!!

I need to say this every time, but I appreciate v much how much time and care and energy you put into your writing. It never goes unnoticed.

I LOVED ch.8. It was most definitely a fantastic smutfest, but I also wanted to say that this chapter felt exciting to me in so many other ways too.

1. This chapter was chock full of moments where we really got to see woosanhwa's individual thought processes – preferences (sexually and otherwise), insights into how they show care, how they all feel about each other and how they feel about mc being amidst the dynamic. Etc etc etc. All those details were expressed so seamlessly and made the characters so fun to read.

1b. A sub-point re characterisation: the individual differences between woo, san and hwa made the smut SO interesting. The comfort of woo, the playful teasing of Mr. I-want-you-to-beg-for-me hwa… and then san! You see that initially he's caught off guard seeing mc suddenly involved in the unit, and as a result his approach to sex with mc feels much slower – slightly cautious even. He’s lasered in on care rather than pleasure, in a way that feels much more serious than the way woohwa approach looking after mc. Also stark contrast to how he’s just so consumed by NEED for hwa, fucking throwing him around like a paper doll with his big buff Sannie arms lmao. Anyway, the differences in the way they handle mc are really nice. It varies the pace, creates opportunities for you to see all the characters from different, nuanced angles.

Also, a question as a follow-on from the observation of san seeming more reserved with mc: he's obviously so so caring and wanting to make mc feel good and safe, ofc, but he seemed like he didn't want to cross a certain line of intimacy with her? When san used the toy rather than giving his own knot, that sort of confirmed that to me. That's not me reading san as distant towards mc in any way, but instead I think the way you wrote San here reflected (or maybe I'm projecting) my own headcanon of san being a loving and caring guy to everyone equally, but only ever giving himself fully to those he loves loves. Was that your intention with san? Either way, that's how I read him and it rang right for me!

2. The stuff about the reality of being an omega: the looks they get. Not feeling safe with alphas out and about in the big wide world. The reality that these certain alphas only back off if they think an omega is "taken". As a WoC in a MaN's WoRlD, it just felt really real. It's fucking sad, but I'm insanely in love with how you're consistently making parallels with the real world in this fic, and I really appreciate that that conversation was in there.

3. Okay so the line 'even in the easiest relationships, things are hard' was so perfect for summing up the absolute idiotic lovesick mess everyone's in. Because even though this chapter is most definitely fun™, when the theme of "complicated relationships" started emerging - when sanhwa's story started coming into the picture, woo not wanting to get caught between them (what's his deal anyway..? He seems suspiciously easy going about it all👀), and then that last line about mc thinking that when it comes to yungi maybe she just needs to learn to dance around it like san – god, i nearly wept. I really like this subtle shadow you've added to what on the surface essentially is meant to be a light chapter. It makes the chapter really rich and full and I loved it so so much.

Literally, to the anon who called your fics literature - AMEN.

☁️ anon xx

omg ☁️ bless you for your long reviews i love how thoughtful you are 😭

to answer your observations / questions:

thank you for noticing those differences in woosanhwa's approach and liking it!! you're absolutely spot on about san too, and i really was trying to write that intentionally and i was hoping people picked up on it. he never knots reader himself, and i wanted to make sure i spelled out that he was happy to be involved and help, but he's not going to cross that line. you're right too, that's both for himself because he's not going to give himself over like that, but it's also for the MC. she was deep in heat when he came over and he's not going to just assume consent here for something like that. i wanted to make sure that that contrasted heavily with how he is with seonghwa, someone he's already crossed those lines with and where consent is fully assumed and understood and somewhere where his emotions are already well established. anyways i really appreciate you reading it that way, i meant it that way!!

THANK YOU!!!! I've been reading omegaverse for years and it's literally impossible for me to not see very obvious parallels with how real life is. omegas are marginalized heavily and treated like a commodity, and while there are safe spaces for them, unfortunately very few places are 100% safe for marginalized folks. it's really important for me to have that inform the story here, otherwise i think what makes our boys good alphas is a little lost in the sauce.

what's woo's deal........ honestly i've always read wooyoung as someone who gives his 110% authentic self to everyone, but not everyone wants to receive it. so despite his positivity and chill attitude, he's seen some shit and been treated poorly in the past. that will come up a bit later as i reveal a bit more of his character, but i think ultimately he's protective of both seonghwa AND san but at the same time they're protective over him. it just leaves us in a pool of emotional soup and even though they all talk like they know their shit, they're just as confused and relationship fucked as y/n is.

thank you as ALWAYS for your lovely reviews!!

#answered anon #☁️ anon #this night together ask

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wine-dark-soup · 10 months

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1 / 2 / 3 / 7 for the romance asks for eos/kan-e-senna? 👁👁

THANK YOU....................... (can you tell i Do Not Want To Work) (@/anon i swear your reply IS coming)

the ask game in question

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

I think for Kan-E it was first when Eos came to the alliance meeting in the lotus stand to discuss the incoming garlean invasion in the shroud from gyr abania. It was the first time they saw each other in such a serious setting and the way eos was crossing her arms while listening silently, sternly and seriously to the alliance leaders, ready to intervene out of duty even if one could tell she was not having the best time, was definitely some kind of catalyst that would then go dormant for a few expansions. (won't spoil the EW tank rolequests but let's say i'm not saying this out of the blue)

For Eos it happened much later, during the EW tank rolequests and after. Without spoiling anything let's just say kan-e's determined look - a change from her usual calm and composed face - had eos go insane. And in general kan-e's actions were hot by essence. do the tank rolequests

2. Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Listen. Eos loves kan-e's necklace and from there her neck and shoulders. But more generally she loves how kan-e carries herself, and the way she talks, too. It's all about being modest about your charge to the point you fuse with the woods you swore to serve and act accordingly - that's hot okay. Though it's also hot when you start dreaming of adventure Kan-E loves the way Eos dresses (concealing outfits) and her scales too. More generally life on the road makes someone look hot in her eyes. I think.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…"

Hehehehe. So this one happened quite early on for eos even though she didn't make sense of it until muuuuch later. So back in heavensward merlwyb tells the wol that she and kan-e-senna didn't just *leave* the bloody banquet like that, but actually used their influence afterwards to protect our name and reputation until we were proven guilty or innocent. Eos, who was distrustful of the alliance at the time, was surprised. Then, much later, kan-e-senna travels to the churning mists to parley with the moogles - and the specific thing that stood out to eos was not her speech, but "the offering of light and wind" she makes to moglin. it is pure, it is soothing, it is peaceful and true: from this moment eos knows kan-e-senna isn't lying about her intents (which achieves to rebuild her trust in the alliance). Really a "oh... i adore her"... realization indeed. She will not dare to dwell on it for a while. You know how it is

For Kan-E this is something that happened off-screen: she mostly heard her siblings describe eos' training as a conjurer then as a white mage. On top of the whole warrior of light business, eos is very devoted to the land and a steadfast and calming presence which wasn't true at the time, eos was screaming internally at any given second, but she kept giving off this vibe. so... "i adore her" by proxy.

In both case it doesn't go further until endwalker because well they don't get to see each other a lot what with all "the war is raging and the world is dying" situation

7. Do they (or would they) pursue the other character’s affection, and if so, how? Do they tell the other character how they feel? Try to earn their admiration? Woo them with romantic gestures? Flirt with them, skillfully or otherwise?

SOOOOO this answer's gonna be a mess BUT. they chose to be penpals post-Endwalker and this decision alone was a display of affection. Eos not being very good with words she sends drawings of the places she visits to kan-e, so the elder seedseer can still have a taste of adventure. Conversely kan-e keeps her informed of what's going on in the twelveswood so eos knows her new home is safe. in general she's very keen on making eos feel safe in the woods. They're both very curious about the other's culture, even if it led to a few disagreements. Eos is still silent most of the time and the rare words she now feels comfortable enough to utter are usually for kan-e, but she'd rather show her affection through physical touch or little attentions. Once their relationship begins they try not to conceal anything from each other and they are. mostly. very soft. they don't feel the need to earn the other's admiration; they both silently respect the other and have been for some time even before they got to know the other.

#ask #eos #THANK YOU #i shant say it #etc; etc

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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Link.

"I almost didn't hear you. Why're you suddenly so quiet?"

Head for the point marked on the map in your Sheikah Slate.

"Oookay. Didn't answer my question, though..."

Map. Slate. Really?!

... Uh. That's a crying eyeball, not a map and wow, I didn't notice its funny triangle eyelashes before! That eye's really wide, too, like it's surprised. Maybe this is the symbol of terrible surprises. Wonder what the circles and lines are for?

Map, Link.

Oops. "Sure!"

...

"When'll it show up?"

You must make it show up.

"It just showed me my stick and my shortpants all by itself! I didn't have to do anything but look. It did that for my belly shirt, too." Oooh! Link, this IS a belly shirt, look look look look look look, actually it doesn't look half-bad. I have abs!!! Wow! Did I work out? I must have worked out or something. ...My muscles are all... quivery...

"Is that normal, Voice-Lady?"

I suspect you are simply hungry, Link... though.. I'm sure you will have experienced some muscle atrophy despite the stasis field.

"Stay sis?"

It's... what held you still, Link.

"Uh-huh. That sounded an awful lot like 'we were... friends.' You know, with that pause in there that means you're thinking about something a little bit too hard because you don't want to tell me what the real answer is for some reason."

I DO want to tell you the real answer.

"Great!"

...

"Oh, come on!"

Please, be patient, Link. You haven't eaten, nor have you spoken to that man down the hill, nor have you checked the map I've attempted to direct you to twice.

"Are you my mom?"

NO! Gracious!

"Just checking. You seem to like telling me what to do."

...

"Ooooh. You DO like telling me what to do!"

Oh- don't be ridiculous.

"I don't think I'm being ridiculous." Heh, she likes ordering me around. Hmmm....

Check. Your. Map.

Hmm.

I like it.

Weird... "Okay. I'll... oh, right--how do I make it show up?"

Touch the screen and pull to the right.

"All....righty..."

"What? This isn't a map. It's just a bunch of squares! Kmph--'current location'--as if that means anything in a bunch of little grid marks."

At the very least, it shows which way you must go. L-

"Yep, I get it. The yellow dot. It's sort of leftish. East-by-northeast-ish."

Yes.

Guess I'm not a total dingkeese. But... "Hey, is something wrong? You keep getting softer, then louder, then softer again."

I must concentrate.

"...Is everything okay?"

Things are relatively stable for the moment.

"That's not a yes."

It's not a no.

"Technically." Okay, so something's wrong on her end.

What's this weird feeling in my chest?

...Stop getting distracted, Link. Check out this map. What's the yellow dot, exactly?

Yet more creepiness. It's telling me to follow it. Is that because I know that's what I'm supposed to do and it's reading my mind? Is it because Voice-Lady said I should do that and it heard her?

At least it'll make it hard for me to forget things, I guess.

Oooh, what's the blue thing?

...

"THE SHRINE OF WHAT?!"

Oh. Um.

"I WAS DEAD?!"

W-well. I'm not certain, exactly.

"RESURRECTION IS A PRETTY CLEAR WORD, I DO REMEMBER WHAT WORDS MEAN, AT LEAST MOST OF THEM, AND IT MEANS TO BRING BACK TO LIFE! HOLY S&*# IN A BREAD BOWL NO WONDER YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY NOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO no no no no no no no noooooo I'm insane, that's what it is, isn't it? I'm crazy. I'm hearing you talk to my insides! There's no one here! I'm just a madman holding a book or something and my eyes are just making up what I'm seeing. There's no such thing as resurrection. You can't just bring someone back to life."

Then I challenge you, Link, to explain why the word exists at all.

"Maybe it doesn't! Maybe I'm extra woo-bah-loo keese-sh@# crazy and I made up a word and it's not real EITHER!"

Link- Link, please-

"Nope! I'm done! I'm gonna go find food. See ya."

...

"... Uh. Hear ya... but I won't listen. This is me saying la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la vs. your clearly-not-real voice."

Quiet... good. I think.

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#adventure log-#botw #zelda #zelink #loz #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #fanfic #loz botw #my screenshots #screenshots as prompts #humor #comedy #rom com #romantic comedy #great plateau #botw link

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.· 👫 — 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆／𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 . · au where they live in the same town somehow idc i know donnie isn't from americana but i need my corny good girl x bad boy ship please

Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

July by Noah Cyrus

Absolutely none of this has been approved by Ella first so take it all with the biggest grain of salt imaginable and strap in for 900 words of nothing at all

Catherine takes one look at Donovan Marshall and knows everything she needs to know about him. One look was all she needed to know he would leave her heartbroken, if he was given the chance. He would be no good for her, no good at all. A boy like that doesn't change, no matter how much you love him, and he will drag you down with him. He will laugh as he drags you both to hell. Catherine only needs that one look, and yet she doesn't stop looking at him. He catches her attention from her peripheral vision, and like an open flame, she cannot help but stare. Her friends tease her for it, when they finally notice, but Catherine takes it all in stride. He's handsome, she admits. She can look, without it meaning anything.

Her family aren't exactly religious, but she was raised with a healthy amount of respect for Christianity. Something about his use of the occult feels almost scandalous, in a way that makes her heart race. She wishes she was brave enough to follow him into it. Because wouldn't that just piss her parents off, more than anything else? If she ruined their perfect image by showing up to school with a pentagram on her shirt, or carved the anarchy symbol into her desk. They'd be called, from whatever stupid holiday they were on, and be forced to pay attention, then. She wonders if just being close to him would be enough, like it could rub off onto her.

She hears from more than half the girls in the school that he's no good, that his odd charm brings nothing but bad luck. There is nothing Catherine wants more, than something people tell her she shouldn't have.

ii.

The first time Catherine actually talks to him, she makes a fool of herself. She's a step behind him the whole conversation, on the back foot, defensive. He flirts with her, but she knows it means nothing. She likes it anyway. She thought she was better than this, better than other girls. She thought she was better than to be wooed by a guy who probably didn't even know her name. He gives her a lazy smile, and her knees go weak. In her limited experience, she'd never felt anything quite like it. Like sitting at the top of the rollercoaster, and waiting for the drop. She talks too loud and too fast, and she can't help herself. She doesn't even know why, in truth. From everything she'd heard, getting Donnie's attention wasn't hard, the trouble was keeping it. And she didn't really want to keep him, she told herself. He was nothing but trouble. But, it was the cliché, for her to go for the bad boy. To have the story in her back pocket, something she could take out and reminisce over when she was middle aged, with a kid of her own. She takes a breath, and maybe a drink, and tries again. Because he might be insane, but he also seemed fun, in a way that not many people in her town were. And sometimes, the story was worth it.

iii.

She watches him carve his initials into a tree with a knife she definitely didn't know he had. Maybe she should feel put-off by that fact. It certainly wasn't a green flag, that he had hidden weapons. But maybe she was just naïve. Maybe she should have expected it. A person with a bone collection probably wasn't completely stable, and this was what she signed up for. Besides, he didn't threaten her with it, or make her feel like she should be threatened, as low as the bar was. So, she rolls with it. So what, he's got a knife. So what, he made a joke about bombs that didn't really sound like he was joking. That was just who he was, and Catherine had to accept that, if she wanted to be around him.

He teaches her to shoot a gun, and she's never felt more alive in her life. She hold in her hands the power to take someone's life. Sure, she didn't hit the can even once, but she tried. She felt the recoil up her arm and into her shoulder, and the ache is delicious. She turns to him and smiles wildly. She finds out holding the gun and holding Donnie don't feel different at all.

iv.

When they do inevitably crash and burn, Catherine pretends it doesn't bother her. She knows she drove him away. She was too much, she always was. He needed more, and less, than her. It was her fault, and she wanted nothing more than to go back and do it all again. She jokes with her friends that no good comes from fucking someone like Donnie, and she means no good at all. She reduces it to just sex, she minimises the pain he caused. She pretends that he didn't get under her skin, and that part of him still didn't live there.

She writes down all her feelings, just to purge them from her system, but looking at the notebook makes her feel ill. She sneaks out one night, and goes into the woods, and burns it. She watches the flames eat away at the paper, and pretends its cleansing her as well. Pretends it's burning away his touch. Then, like she's in a trance, she reaches out to touch it. She burns her palm, an awful, blistering wound. She cleans and wraps it at home, and tells people she burned it making tea. She hates tea. She picks at the wound, every time she thinks of him, until hearing his name causes her pain. She will train herself out of wanting him, at the expense of her health.

She knew from the first look Donnie would be bad for her, she just hadn't expected to like watching him ruin her.

#this is very bad and was not edited even though it definitely needs it tbh #⌞i have seen them fall⌟ catherine forsyth #i wanted a fire motif through it but i am not great at that so it's.. there #⌞try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you⌟ catherine + donnie

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Take My Picture~ Seonghwa/ 3

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 1.4k

Includes- public sex, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Come here jagi"

I look up from the camera to him, where he's sitting down, leaning back on his hands and his legs open, giving me a seductive look and smile

Fuck hot as hell man

"What Hwa?"

"Need you", he says

Yeah and I need him too

After all the sexy pictures I just took with his sexy stares and the one where he's biting his finger....fuck

"Yeah I need you too", I mutter, looking back at the camera

"Jagi"

I look up at him again to see him opening his belt and jeans, all while not breaking eye contact

He's going to drive me fucking insane

"Then come and sit on my cock baby", he says, smirking

"Hwa", I sigh

"There's no one here jagi"

I quickly look around and notice he's right

Where to be fuck did everyone go?

"Break was called jagi. You were too busy looking at the camera"

He's right because I didn't hear anything

I look back at him, biting my lip as I think

He's been so into public sex since the first time he fucked me on set for a photo shoot

That or he's so horny that he's willing to do it anywhere

And so am I

He slides his jeans and boxers down, his cock standing straight up, so hard and crying cum

How is he that hard that fast?

He wraps his hand around his length, stroking it and watching me

"You gonna come jagi?", he asks

I don't know

I want to but I'm worried we'll get caught

"If you don't I'll just jerk myself off and cum. But I'd rather cum inside your pretty tight pussy"

"Fuck", I whimper

And you know what, fuck it

I want my boyfriend

Now

Standing up, I walk over to him, pulling my pants and panties down

He smirks at me as I get my shoes and bottom clothes down

He leans back on his hands, looking up at me as I straddle him

Reaching between us, I hold his cock up as I sink down on him

I moan, feeling his huge cock open me so good, fitting inside me so perfectly

"All the way jagi. Almost", he urges me

I bottom him out, his head against my spot, my cunt already throbbing around him

He just feels that incredible

"Fuck baby, so tight", he groans, "Ride me jagi"

He tilts his head back to watch me and I take the chance to run my fingers in his hair, brushing the strands back, out of his beautiful face

His eyes are on mine as I look into the gorgeous brown of his irises, softly touching his cheeks

He's fucking amazing

Beautiful, hot, sexy, cute

And he's mine

We've been together for a year and I'm still in awe that he wants me

That he loves me

I softly run my thumb along his bottom lip, then leaning down and kiss his soft smooth lips

He kisses me back, my arms wrapping around his neck as I start to bounce on him

He moans in my mouth as pleasure fills my body

The stretch from his thick shaft is so fucking blissful, his head moving right into my spot is just intensifying that pleasure

I push the black open shirt he has on off his shoulders as far as I can

He sits up and takes the shirt off, then leans back, leaving him in just the white shirt

"Kiss me again jagi. Don't stop. I want your lips on mine, I want your tongue against mine", he murmurs, "Don't stop kissing me"

Crashing my lips to his, we kiss wildly, passionately, my tongue against his

Stars burst in my vision from his kiss

His kisses are heaven and I can never get enough of them

I continue to slide up and down his cock, faster and harder, throbbing so pleasurably around him

Fuck, he's always so hard, so stiff, so fucking easy to ride that I never get tired

I never get tired of having him inside me

"Mmm so good baby", I whimper between kisses

His cock opens my cunt just wide enough for him to pass through with every slam down and I can't stop my pussy from gripping him and sucking him back in

Grinding down when I take him back in, I rock on his cock, intense bliss filling me, my hands running from his neck to tangle in his shirt

"Want this off", I whimper, pressing kisses to his pretty neck, right in the spots I know he loves

He sits up, pulling the offending shirt off and throwing it behind him

He lays back on his elbows, smirking at me

"Better jagi?"

I nod, my hands immediately touching his chest, slowly running down to his abs

I fucking love touching him

His skin is so smooth and soft, his muscles hard, god he's a fucking sight to look at

"C'mon pretty baby. Ride me", he urges

I'm so entranced by him that I forgot I was supposed to be fucking him

I resume my bouncing, taking his perfect length inside me over and over, grinding my spot on his head

It feels so fucking incredible

"I'm gonna cum", I moan, burying my face in his neck, breathing in the scent that is only Seonghwa

One of his arms wrap around me as he whispers, "Yes baby, fuck my beautiful girl, cum on my cock baby. Please, let me feel you"

His head brushes my spot and ecstasy hits me hard as I clench his length hard, coming on his cock

"Seonghwa", I moan

Oh fuck it feels so goddamn good

So good

As soon as I finish, he rolls us over, hiking my legs higher on his waist, his hips rolling into me at a hard fast pace

"Seonghwa", I moan, his cock plunging in so deeply, I feel him in my stomach

"Mm baby, want it again?", he teases, kissing my neck, "God your cunt keeps pulling me back, holding me so tightly"

"Yes Hwa, fuck I want you"

"You have me jagi. Always", he murmurs, his mouth against mine in such a sweet loving kiss

Which contrasts so much to how his hips are plunging his cock deeply into my cunt, splitting me open

My body arches on its own, his arm wrapping around my back, holding me against him

He fucks me mercilessly and I feel my second orgasm coming

My fingers hold onto his back so hard as I orgasm, stars bursting in my eyes from the bliss

"Seonghwa", I moan

His cock throbs inside me and I feel his hot cum spurt deep inside

"Jo, jagi", he cries, his hips stilling as he cums at the same time

We cling to each other, feeling the amazing pleasure we give each other, whimpering and softly moaning

"I love you jagi", he whispers, leaning his forehead on mine

"I love you baby", I answer, making him smile

Leaning up, I press a kiss to his beautiful lips, feeling him kissing me back

"We should-", I say

"Yeah", he answers, pulling out

He stands pulling his boxers and pants up, then goes to grab tissues, handing them to me

I wipe his cum from my pussy, throw the tissues away and then get dressed as he pulls his shirt back on

He moves behind me, his hands moving around my waist, pulling me against him

His lips press kisses to my neck, making me close my eyes from how good it feels

"Are you trying to make me horny again?", I ask

"No jagi. I just want to kiss you"

Leaning my head back on his shoulder, he turns his head, kissing me deeply

"Hey!", Wooyoung yells, startling both of us, "Food's almost gone. I save you both some but you need to hurry before the vultures get to it"

"Aww thanks Woo", I call, "We're coming"

"Didn't we do that already jagi?", Seonghwa whispers in my ear

"Hwannie stop, you bad boy"

"Aww baby. I'm just kidding. And you know you're gonna be coming all night tonight"

I giggle excitedly, "You are too baby"

"Hmmm then maybe we should go eat. Get some energy?"

"Yeah baby. Good idea"

Turning in his arms, I peck his gorgeously soft lips, then takes his hand

He smiles at me, squeezing my hand, tugging me along towards the dressing room

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