#which is like a big part of why sex makes me so miserable

[jjunieworld]

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part two to the great bake off!! — requested by anon, enjoy! ♡

pairing: choi soobin x afab!reader (no prns!)

genre: smut, pwp (previous part), some fluff if you squint

synopsis: after a particularly messy competition week in the shop, you and soobin are told to stay after hours to clean the bakery up. with soobin winning the title of the best baker who ever lived, you have an idea of what his prize should be.

warnings: soft dom!soobin & somewhat sub!reader, freshly established relationship, soobin has a big fat dick, slight size kink (can you blame me), unprotected sex (pls wrap it i beg!), fingering, oral (m. receiving), making out, slight exhibitionism(?), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, some praise, use of pet names (baby, darling), slight hair pulling (m.), fingers are in mouths, slight dick training(?), lots of teasing, marking, slight overstimulation, some cockwarming

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a/n: i’m sorry but i’m laughing so hard at the cute ass pictures i chose only for you to look down and see the huge paragraph of warnings lmaoo… anon, this one is for you (and for me), you’re welcome!! this was a blast to write even if it did take me forever ♡

it was the day after soobin was crowned the best baker who ever lived, a monday, and the tensions in the competition were at an all time high. you thought you were competing hard before, but it was nothing compared to the all out war you and soobin we’re having right now.

mrs, choi had left the two of you in charge of the bakery while she ran to get some more ingredients and various other things that the bakery needed. honestly, it really didn’t help your competition. everytime one of you had to take your turn up at the register, you would bring the mess from the back of the bakery with you.

dry ingredients was all over the floor near the register. you and soobin were covered in everything under the sun. when mrs. choi had come back, she almost dropped the bags she was carrying in shock. once the two of you had finished all the orders for the day—which didn’t take you all that long at the pace you both were going—mrs. choi pulled you both aside, scolding you and telling you to stay late to clean up. it’s safe to say she wasn’t that happy, though you had to hold in your laugh when she was scolding soobin and flour kept falling from his hair as he nodded.

now you and soobin were near each other, brooms in hand, trying to get the flour and sugar off the floor and failing miserably. “why is this actually impossible?” you asked aloud as you tried to sweep the flour but it only kept spreading. you sighed in defeat and went to wipe off the counters instead.

“i know, it’s making me almost regret going so hard in the competition today…” soobin trailed. so far, soobin had the most points this week. he was washing a huge pile of dishes and looked like wanted to die because of it. you giggled at him as you picked up discarded dough and threw it in the trash.

at least the two of you weren’t a mess anymore. mrs. choi made the two of you go home and shower before coming back. it was a little weird coming back to the bakery while the sun was just over the horizon. the blinds in front of the windows were pulled down and the open sign was turned to closed. the hanging stars were glowing softly when you came to the back to begin cleaning.

once the bakery was finally clean and you and soobin were putting the cleaning supplies away, he suddenly asked, “what’s my prize?” you turned to him, a confused look on your face as you put away the broom. soobin was leaning back on the counter next to the register, a slight pout on his lips.

“what do i get for being crowned the best baker who ever lived?” he asked, his question clearer. there was a hint of a teasing smirk on his face, which you rolled your eyes slightly to. then a thought occurred to you, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. you strolled to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

you hummed softly. “i’m thinking something soft…” you trailed as you look up at him through hooded eyes. “something warm…” you trailed your fingers down soobin’s chest slowly, continuing until you were a couple of inches above the waistband of his sweatpants. soobin’s eyes followed the motion. your eyes flickered up to him to see he was watching your hand intently, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“something you can fill…” you leaned in to say lowly as you looked into his eyes. you felt something hard against your thigh as soobin’s arms wrapped tighter around your waist. you brought your lips inches from his ear. “would you like that?” you whispered seductively, breath fanning lightly on his neck. goosebumps formed seconds later and you smirked slightly as you pressed feather light kisses to his jawline.

you moved the arm that was still around his neck to cup his face, staring up at him with doe eyes. soobin’s lips were on yours hungrily. his fingertips pressed into the small of your back and you let out a soft moan. your hand lightly palmed the bulge in his sweatpants and soobin backed away your lips, whimpering slightly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “y/n…” he breathed, his breaths were coming out short as you continued your palming.

smiling slightly against his lips, you pulled away and dropped to your knees in front of him, keeping your eyes on his. if the bakery windows weren’t covered right now, it would be a sight to see. “fuck…” he muttered lowly, barely audible for you to hear. the tips of his ears and his cheeks were a deep pink. you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled softly, eyes still on his. he squeezed his eyes shut briefly, “please, y/n…”

you were one to oblige. you grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down slowly. soobin’s fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so hard that they were turning white. soobin’s cock sprang up, free from the restraints of his clothes, and bounced lightly off his lower abdomen.

you stared at it with wide eyes. you weren’t expecting soobin’s cock to be so… huge, you had no idea how you were gonna fit it all in your mouth like you originally intended. soobin let out a soft whimper as you started lightly pumping his shaft with both hands. precum trailed down the tip of his cock and you lapped it up.

soobin let out a loud moan, throwing his head back briefly. he looked down at you, eyes glazed. “s-stop teasing…” soobin managed as you continued to pump him and kitten lick his head. he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you closer. you giggled, the vibrations making him let out another moan, and put him in your mouth slowly. you definitely weren’t going to be able to take all of him, at about half way you were basically deepthroating him. soobin let out a shuddering breath, “please y/n… i need— need you to start moving.” you did as you were told, moving your mouth up and down his shaft slowly.

you could tell soobin was close when his head fell and his cock started to twitch in your mouth. his breathing was heavy and the grip on your shoulder tightened. soobin moved the hand from your shoulder to the back of your head. “i’m so… close… faster…” he whined as he softly moved your head. you wrapped a hand at the base of his shaft and started pumping as you sucked him off faster.

the cord finally snapped and you felt warm liquid pour into your mouth and down your throat. you hummed, continuing your motions as you helped soobin ride out his high. he was a whimpering mess in front of you. you pulled soobin’s cock out your mouth slowly, staring up at him as you swallowed his cum. that almost undid him again completely as he moaned your name softly between haggard breaths.

soobin cupped your face and pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips onto yours. it was sloppy and desperate as he slid his hands down your waist and to your thighs. he hooked his hands under them and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his bare waist. the tip of his dick brushed against your ass and you rocked your hips at the touch. you needed him. needed his huge cock inside you, filling you up, begging you to break. soobin moaned against your lips, sending a shiver up your spine.

you were backed against the wall where the chalkboard menu was as you and soobin hungrily kissed each other. you pushed your hips off the wall and towards his needily. pulling away, you let out a moan and soobin’s lips immediately found your neck, sucking down on it. moving your neck so he could get better access, you whimpered as he found your sweet spot. “soobin…”

soobin hummed as he pressed kisses to the sensitive marks. you shivered slightly. “need you… please…” you whined as his tip brushed against you again. you were sure the panties you wore were soaked and soobin had barely even touched you. soobin trailed his kisses from your neck to your cheek. you hardly felt him move you to the back of the bakery, too drunk on his lips on yours.

it wasn’t until you were bent over the ingredients table, soobin pulling your leggings and wet panties down and discarding them off to the side somewhere, that you realized you were in a different part of the bakery. you gasped at the sudden exposure and looked back to soobin. he pressed his body up against you, his dick rubbing against your ass. soobin looked down at you, desire swirling in his eyes. he placed his hands on your hips as you grinded back onto him, needing some sort of friction.

soobin put his head in the crook of your neck as you whimpered. “you know how i got the title of the greatest baker alive?” soobin asked you lowly, lips coming to your ear. he held your hips in place when you tried to grind back on him again and instead lifted one of your legs onto the table. soobin pressed light kisses across your back until he was at your other ear. one of his hands trailed from your hip down to your clit. he started rubbing small circles onto it. you arched your back, moaning his name as you melted underneath him. “by being good with my hands,” soobin continued, whispering in your other ear. his breath fanned your neck as his fingers traveled further.

you looked back to him, a desperate look on your face, as you grinded back on him again. his hard cock rubbed slightly on your entrance and you fell down onto the table at the euphoria. using the hand that was on your hip, soobin trails it up under your shirt and up your stomach as he pulls you up and back towards him until your head is leaning against his chest. his hand cups your breast, thumb rubbing your nipple slightly. your shirt rises at the action, exposing your other breast to the cold wind. “would you like to see how good i am with my hands?”

whimpering at his touch, all you can do is look up into his eyes and nod. “let me hear your pretty words, baby.” soobin speaks as he rubs his two long fingers against your entrance. you’re breathing heavily and it takes you everything you have to push out words. “p-please…”

soobin’s fingers halt its movements. “please what?” you take your lip between your teeth and bite down hard and inhale sharply at the loss of friction. “please soobin—” your head falls slightly and soobin takes the hand from your breast and tilts it back up so you’re staring at him again. “show… show me how— how good you are…” you finally push out. soobin gives you a satisfied smile and presses his lips to yours at the same time as he pushes two slender fingers into you.

gasping loudly against his lips, your knees almost buckled had it not been for the fact that soobin was holding you up. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, trying to go slowly but you were so wet his fingers quickly became slick with your arousal, moving faster than intended. “fuck y/n… you’re so wet. and it’s all for me.”

soobin locked his lips with yours, keeping you against him as kept fucking you so you wouldn’t double over. his long fingers then curled against your walls, hitting just the right spot. you moaned against his lips, “don’t stop… d-don’t—”

the difference between how soobin was kissing you and how he was fingering you sent your head into even more of a daze. he was kissing you so slowly, so softly as his fingers pushed in and out of you relentlessly. it had you clenching around him as the squelching sounds and your desperate moans and whimpers filled the room. “i won’t, baby, i won’t.”

your body shuddered as your back arched suddenly. you pulled away from soobin’s lips as you struggled to breathe. “gonna cum…” you trailed off breathily. soobin continued his pumping and started rubbing your nipple again. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck. you felt his smile when you shivered from it. “cum for me, darling. all over my fingers.”

drowning in the pleasure soobin was giving you, you came all over his fingers just like he told you to. soobin didn’t stop, in fact he started fucking you with his fingers faster. your hands clenched against the table as you moaned his name, completely fucked out.

soobin took his fingers out of you, holding it in front of you to see as the remaining white liquid dripped out of you and down your thigh. his whole hand was dripping with your release, drops of it falling onto the table. “look at how good you did, baby. you took my fingers so well.” you took his hand, staring up at him through glazed and hooded eyes, and put his wet fingers in your mouth. you smiled lazily at him as you pull them out slowly, relishing in the way his eyes widen a fraction. soobin took his thumb and dragged it across your bottom lip and chin, picking up the cum that dripped onto it. he pushed his thumb into your mouth and you gladly sucked the cum off of it. soobin placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue dancing in your mouth as he tasted your arousal.

he pulls away and turns you around, pushing you down gently onto the table by your shoulders and lifting your legs onto it. “i wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you.” you lean back to one side on your elbow, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. you reach for his cock and pump it slowly. “soobin… i need you… inside me…” you whimper.

soobin spreads your legs and pushes them towards your chest as he leans forward and kisses you. pulling away, he looks at you with genuine concern. “are you sure you can take it all?” you nod rapidly. instead of his cock, soobin pushes three fingers into you. he does it with ease as he slowly moves them in and out of you, leaning forward and kissing you.

whining against his lips, you buck your hips up, which causes his fingers to go deeper into you. you cried out in pleasure. “please… i need it,” you moan. soobin chuckles as he takes his fingers out and puts them in his own mouth, you groan at the sight, head falling back against the wall. he takes his cock and lines it up with your entrance, rubbing it with his tip a little. “you want my cock?” you buck your hips again, a whimper escaping your lips.

soobin laughs softly and pushes his thick cock into you slowly, his head flying back as he let out a moan as you stretch around him. his cock is inside you halfway when he stops, letting you adjust. he leans down to kiss you as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit.

once you adjust, he starts moving slowly, only ever putting half of him inside you. you arch your back, getting used to how much he already fills you up. you’re already close to cumming again and soobin can tell as your walls clench around him and your legs shake. his hands are against the wall as he squeezes his eyes shut briefly. you grind up against him and it almost takes the both of you out. his head falls as he places his hands flat on the table and your brows scrunch up as you both let out an entangled moan.

soobin takes his cock out from inside you and you whine at the loss. he laughs lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and to your core. his fingers stop rubbing your clit and tears prick at your eyes from how badly you need the sensation back. “you want it that badly?” soobin asks you lowly, his voice soft as he leans down close to your lips. all you can do is lean your head against the wall and nod.

“let me hear your words, baby.” soobin continues his slow circles on your clit.

“please…” you whisper desperately, running your hands through his hair and pulling a little so that it pulls his head back. “i-i need your cock… badly…” soobin moaned softly and you chased his lips, needing his lips on yours, as you clawed at his back. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then pulled away from you fully. soobin then takes his other hand and grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder. he doesn’t even get you time to moan at the new angle your clit is being rubbed at before he shoves his cock back inside you, completely bottoming out. you gasp as the sudden feel of him, back arching and hips rolling involuntarily.

soobin gives you a second of adjustment before he thrusts sharply into you. you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you melt under him. soobin continues his quick thrusts into you, making sure he pulls all the way out until just his tip is inside you before slamming back into you again. he holds your leg to his chest tightly and the slow circles on your clit become fast ones. you're a whimpering mess under him, only being able to moan his name, as you grip onto the edge of the table desperately.

“is this what you want? for me to fuck you like this?” soobin asks you through pants, pummeling into you faster. you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, crying out as you feel yourself cum again and your back arches more. soobin fucks the cum back into you. you whine, barely nodding, as your clit grows more and more sensitive from his circling. your breaths are coming out haggard under his unrelenting movements and you can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts grow sloppier and his hips jerk.

soobin takes his hand from your clit and you finally get a full breath in. your brain is foggy with pleasure and you see that his is too. his eyes are glazed over as he stares down at his cock entering and exiting you. the sounds coming from your bodies are downright pornographic. the wetness as soobin fucks mercilessly into you, your skin slapping hard against each other, the creaking of the table under you, and the loud, desperate moans and whimpers that are leaving the both of your lips. it’s all too much. so much that it almost makes you cum again and you lean your head back, tears in your eyes, to look at the ceiling.

soobin suddenly grabs your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. “speak up, baby. tell me how you want me to fuck you.” he says low and breathily. you stare at him through your lashes, breathy moans coming from your mouth as you shake violently under him from another orgasm.

“i-i want you to fuck me hard…” you manage, “senseless…” a satisfied grin plays on his lips as he pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss that quickly turns sloppy as he releases into you, filling you up even more to the point where cum is dripping out of you and onto the table.

soobin’s kisses turn soft as his thrusts slow to a stop and he whispers words of praise in your ear. you’re both panting and sweaty at the whole exchange as you pull away from each other. soobin holds you close, cock still inside you, as your shaking ceases and he rubs circles into your back. “you did so good for me, darling. you took my cock so well. i’m proud of you.” once you’re still again, he wipes the stray tears that escaped from your eyes off your cheeks and cups your face, pressing feather light kisses on your eyes. he brings his forehead to yours and gives you a soft kiss on the nose that you giggle at as you lean back on your hands.

finally, soobin pulls out of you and releases a river of cum with it onto the table that drips down to the floor. he smirks down at it before looking back at you, his smirk growing at how fucked out you look. you barely even register the smirk. it disappears as his eyes then go soft, cupping your face again.

“too much?” soobin asked, concern lacing his voice. you remove your leg from his shoulder, the feeling of stickiness intensifying. you shook your head as a dazed smile spreads across your lips. “it was just enough. it was perfect.” you lean over to kiss him and soobin chuckles against your lips.

“what are you gonna do about all of this?” you ask and motion down to your half naked bodies covered in cum. your legs are still spread to avoid sticking them together. the bottom of soobin’s shirt and his sweatpants were ruined with the amount of cum on them. there was cum on your shirt too and you didn’t even know where your leggings and panties were.

“how are we gonna clean up all this cum and go back out into society i think is the better question.” soobin responded, his cheeks flushed. you giggled, and he looks back up to you. “i didn’t know i’d do this good of a job…” you press light kisses to his cheeks.

soobin grabs a warm wet napkin and cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle. he laughs softly when you twitch from the sudden wetness. he helps you off the table, avoiding the liquids on the ground, and cleans himself off after. you pull your shirt down and look around for your bottoms as soobin pulls up his boxers and sweatpants.

“nice outfit,” you laugh, pulling up your leggings. soobin looks down at the dried cum and laughs. “i could say the same to you,” he replies. he grabs your hips and pulles you close, his arms then wrapping around your waist. you wrapped yours around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

“you’re not sore?” he asks softly, “not hurting anywhere?” you press a kiss to his cheek that causes a dimpled smile to show up. you pressed another to his lips. “not hurting anywhere and not sore… yet…” you giggled softly at him. “you don’t have to be so concerned, i’m okay!” after assuring him a couple more times, soobin finally believed you.

it’s safe to say that the two of you had to stay even longer after hours than expected cleaning everything again and fixing the chalkboard menu. you also had to leave the bakery wearing your aprons. for the rest of the week—and honestly, permanently after—soobin was worshiping the ground you walked on.

of course, you had told your best friend sunoo about the events and he almost screamed in the middle of chaconne, flowers flying everywhere. “you’re welcome!” he said, crossing his arms smugly with a satisfied grin. you had to once again remind him that he had no part in your relationship. “i’m the one who told you about the bakery! without me, you’d never get any creampies!” he winked and gave you a pointed look towards your neck that were covered with hickeys badly hidden with a scarf.

you hid your face in your hands as heat spread across it. maybe it was a bad idea telling sunoo about you and soobin having sex…

the shift after at the bakery was awkward to say the least. you both could barely focus on the goods you were making or the competition because you kept thinking about the previous night’s events. the two of you had forgotten about the cameras and soobin had to run to erase the footage before his mom checked them. that surely would’ve been an awkward conversation to have that you were glad was avoided.

the both of you did watch it before deleting it, though, and watching the two of you have sex was a whole other experience. one that you often brought up everytime you wanted to catch soobin off guard and see his pretty cheeks tinged pink.

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[teastyun]

Hiii! How r uu?? I just read edges hatred and omg that was so good. I have a little idea for u 🤭🤭🤭

Okay okay so how about Abby and reader were best friends, they knew each other since salt lake (they were both fireflies) but since joining the WLF, Abby grew distant from reader and reader didn’t understand why. They ended up becoming enemies until one night reader found Abby breaking down (in tears, not dancing 😭😭) because she just broke up with Ow*n for the 3rd time so reader decides to cheer her up if u get where I’m coming from 🙏🙏🙏

༉‧₊˚ denial is a river in Egypt

sfw!

one night, you hear a big fight happening between Abby and Owen in her dorm on your way to the bathroom. will you be able to cheer her up, despite you two being sworn enemies for the last few years?

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a/n: I'm fine, how are you?? thank you so much for trusting me with your idea!! I had so much fun writing it ♥

stationed in Salt Lake City, you and Abby grew up to be the best friends anyone would be jealous of. you two were the typical duo that would only be found together no matter place or time; eating meals, training or studying. anything you do, Abby would always tag along.

growing older, you and your crew joined the WLF in Seattle after a fatal attack by a madman on your people, including Abby's father dying from a shooting attack at the place he was stationed at. Abby's world was shifted by an instance and she needed any support and help she could get badly.

as her best friend, you were always there for Abby. sleepovers were already quite common for you, but after experiencing such traumatic experience, you two would always stay together at night and help each other through the rough times.

you still remember the way she would wake up drenched in sweat next to you, her breathing unsteady as you try to get her to calm down from an anxiety attack, which were sadly common for her to wake up to due to her repeating horrible nightmares of finding her father dead at a medical office. she clawed to you crying herself to sleep, as she slowly calmed down in your embrace.

Abby often has dealt with those nightmares, so she occasionally tried tried to sleep in her own half of her you two's shared bunkbed. failing miserably, those repeated stressful nights lead her to climb into your part of your bunk bed. most of the times you wouldn't notice her joining you as you were fast asleep, but you'd wake up tangled with each other, and you weren't timid of her touch. even the opposite, you loved to embrace the platonic intimacy by hugging and cuddling her in response.

like a cure, you always made her nightmares and terrors go away in an instance. she saw you as her guardian angel, but she could never tell you as she thought it was awkward admitting it to you in person.

few weeks before moving to Seattle, Abby slowly started to grow distant from you. the reason for that, as she reveals to you when you were on your weekly training sessions, is Owen, who she, at that time, recently grew romantic interest for. you weren't quite sure why, but you were deeply hurt. to not worry Abby, you assured her that you're happy for her as long as she is.

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few years later, your hurt feelings developed into irritation, frustration and also slowly into hatred.

although, the love and physical attraction you've already developed in Salt Lake for her never left. she became such a strong, masculine and slightly feminine woman, who is (against your will) absolutely your type. no matter what she's doing, your senses are always hyper fixated on her. god, you know those veins in her arms by heart. your physical attraction towards her growing over these last few years didn't help you at all, leading you to countless nights as you help yourself with a vibrator you found in an abandoned sex shop several months ago, hoping it was her tongue making you come.

luckily, your crew always stayed the same except for Manny, who joined you after moving from Mexico to Seattle. the only difference is that Abby and Owen are in a committed relationship for the last two years, which may or may not agitates you to a certain extend, but you are way too embarrassed to admit it. no one knows how badly you want to show her that you could be a better boyfriend than him, showing her all the things he could never do for her.

although those are only your fantasies, you're actually quite onto something. no one knows that Abby and Owen broke up several times already, simply because of disagreement or incompatibility. Abby would never tell anyone about it, since she and Owen would always come back together after a few days of separation.

the real reason she wouldn't tell anyone was that she was scared of you finding out, since she wants to appear as flawless as possible in front of you. since you two started having quite bad feelings for each other despite the strong friendship you had before, her aim is to prove that she can do well without you, and she is persistent.

she admits that it is definitely a toxic way of thinking, but she is in deep denial with herself; anytime she sees you, she feels butterflies dancing tango in her stomach. when you're around, her senses are hyperaware of anything you're doing. she always listens to what you're saying, even if she's not part of the conversation.

you grew from her cure to her curse, and you are the only one able to lift it.

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her roommate Manny and you are really close friends, so you'd see Abby at least once a week in her dorm when you and Manny play video games on their tv, but she would always find an excuse to leave the dorm.

for Abby, she feels like she can't breathe when you're around. it's much worse to her than actual spores; it feels as if you'd draw her in, but at the same time a way barricades the space between you two, keeping you separate from each other. after so many years of actively trying to avoid you, she feels like she's suffocating, especially when you're looking so pretty in your everyday clothing.

the smart guy Manny is, he notices Abby's sudden changes around you, but he would only silently observe. seeing how tense Abby can get, he doesn't want to put any more pressure on her. he thinks you two will be able to figure it out sooner or later.

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one night, you were on your way to clean yourself up after a hard day of work. you walk past Abby and Manny's dorm and you notice angry sounding voices, making you stop in your tracks to listen.

"you think I wouldn't notice? Abby, what the actual fuck!" you hear Owen say, as his voice rises with each word by the end of his sentence and you wince at his harsh tone.

you have no idea what their fight is about, but you had no time to think any further, since Owen bursts out of the room and slams the door shut behind him and runs off the hallway.

unsure whether you should intervene or not, you end up knocking on the door.

"Owen, there's no point in-" you hear Abby say in a broken tone as she opens the door several moments after. she stops when she realises it's you who's knocked on her door with worry written all over your face. although she sniffles, she tries to hide her emotionally wrecked state and tries to pretend nothing happened by taking a second to maintain herself.

"Manny isn't here yet," she starts, but she stops to take a deep breath to keep her facade up. "I know, that's not why I'm here," you speak quietly, trying to not stir anything in her. "may I come in?"

Abby hesitates and takes a deep breath, but opens the door eventually for you to step inside the room. she walks further into the room.

you can tell how exhausted she is not only physically, but mentally as well. she has her usual khaki cargos combined with a light tank on, showing her beautiful curves and strong build underneath. the black bra's straps beneath it peak around her shoulders, and god, she looked so fine despite the broken state she's in. her hair was in a French braid, but several streaks were loosely framing her face, telling you that she had a hard day of work as well.

she silently leans on the railing that separates Manny's part of the room from hers, as she looks through the window on the nightlife decorating the stadium. her gaze was focused on the sight, obviously avoiding any eye contact with you.

trying not to pressure her, you mirror her movements and carefully ask "what are you feeling?" hoping to not agitate her by your question.

you see a shift in her movement after a few moments, as she answers in a whisper "I don't know." she sounds confused, but your question seems to calm her down. you try to think of a logic answer, but she continues "well, no, I feel angry and frustrated,"

surprised by her honest answer, you turn around to face her. she still looks ahead at the stadium, clearly in thoughts. her eyes are reddened and her light eyelashes dark due the tears, which streaks you make out on her cheeks. the sorrow sight of her makes your heart ache, but you still remember the situation you both are in nonetheless, so you silently wait for her to continue.

"you know what he did?" she starts, finally looking at you. in response, you slightly shake your head.

she blinks several times before turning away from you again, "he cheated on me. several times, probably even more than I know of. with Mel," she tells you and takes a small break in between her shortened sentences.

shocked by what you just heard, you aren't sure how to react appropriately.

"I- we broke up, but not for the first time," she continues, not daring to look you into your eyes again.

"why... would you ever go back to him after what he did to you?" you ask clearly confused.

she sighs and drops her head. "there's no fucking way you'd ever understand," she tells you as her tone rises, and removes herself from holding onto the railing. at first, you thought she's about to leave the room, but instead she paces around the room, clearly trying to think of how to deal with the situation

her sudden change of attitude provokes something inside of you, so you say "why wouldn't I understand, Abby?" as you watch her still pace the room. she stops mid-tracks as she hears your tone.

"what does that have to do with me?" you sound equally frustrated as your tone rises, not caring anymore whether your reaction catalyses something in her.

Abby unsteady breath reveals her frustration even further. she seems to think of something, before she walks straight towards you. seeing her so angry creates goosebumps on your skin, but you try not to show your nervousness by gaining a steady hold onto the railing behind you.

stopping right in front of you, she looks down into your eyes. "you- you have no fucking idea what those years did to me," she tells you, caging you in by holding into the railing behind you. her eyes would glance between your eyes and lips, hoping for you not to see it.

"I- fuck," she curses in denial.

"Abby," your chest rises with each deep breath you take to calm yourself.

she blinks several times and breaks the eye contact again. her emotional state makes her bite on her own lip. her eyes are glassy, revealing how frustrated she is with the situation.

carefully, your hands rose to grab her chin softly to motion her back to you, "tell me, Abby, please" you beg in a whisper, your hands now resting on her warm cheeks. it feels so natural and strange at the same time to touch her so intimately. she looks at you so hurt and grieving, but lovingly at the same time, like you were always hers.

Abby feels your breath on her lips, just now realising how close you two are. her heart is racing, her mind spiralling, her eyes focusing on only your eyes. so many times she thought of kissing you, even after your two's friendship went downhill. she feels like she's slowly loosing control over herself.

now, your smell captivates her mind and she feels herself becoming dizzy in your presence.

she wants to touch you so badly. hug you, kiss you, make you feel good, all at the same time. she looks into your eyes, trying to read whatever is written in them. they are glassy from your emotions and she couldn't help but get lost in their mesmerising colour.

"I..." she starts, "I can't tell you,"

her answer frustrates you, leading you to sigh and shake your head frustrated, as your eyes get even more teary than before.

"here I am, thinking I finally get to talk to you. fuck, Abby, I really thought we could finally solve this," you say with a breaking voice, tears running down your face. you are about to push her away from you, but her hands go up to hold your wrists to stop you.

"isn't it obvious?" her voice sounds shaky, but she continues, "it's been you the whole fucking time. I always went back to him so I could forget you. to forget the desire of you, your touch, everything of you. fuck-" she stops her rambling, trying to focus back on what she actually wanted to say, "you have no idea how often I think of you. I'm in fucking denial of loving you and I don't even really know why,"

surprised by her confession, you stare at her. your wrists are still in her hold. like in a trance, Abby starts rambling again, "I- god, I can't even form coherent thoughts-"

"Abby, can you shut up for one second?" you interrupt her with a growing smile on your lips, slightly amused by her chaotic rambling.

she looks at you with her big grey eyes and slightly parted lips, just now realising your wrists in her hold. she releases them and your hands immediately go back to rest on her cheeks.

"-can I kiss you?" you ask in a whisper, and Abby doesn't think twice of an answer. she finally connects her lips with yours in a desperate and longing kiss, as if your touch was the only think she ever craved for her whole life. your hands wander from her cheeks to her neck, as wrap your arms around her tightly.

moaning into the heated kiss, she wraps her arms tightly around your waist, wanting to feel every single inch of you against herself. you bite her lips, when you feel her knee pressing between your legs, which create friction against the zip line in your trousers.

"fuck-" you mumble into the kiss, "I missed you so much" you continue as you grab her hair, longing for even more.

Abby grins in response, and squeezes your ass. "me too, baby," she kisses your neck, "me too," she draws you into a tight hug, while she leaves several pecks on your neck.

her love and affection after so many restless years make you smile so big, but a sudden thought interrupted your two's moment. you softly pushed her away to look at her face, as you say "did you just tell me you love me?" with a challenging tone, but still smiling big.

"do I really have to say it again?" she murmurs embarrassed. you softly cup her face in your hands, "I love you too, Abs."

at that, she takes you in for another kiss, but the door suddenly opened.

the door frame revealed Manny, who is still oblivious to what's going on, "Abs, I brought you dinner from the canteen-" he starts, but immediately turns around as he sees you two's position, "doesn't matter, see you later!" he interrupts himself and turns around to close the door behind him as he leaves.

you and Abby got back as a strong and healthy couple, catching up on all the things you couldn't do the last few years ♥

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[samlacy]

love me, touch me (be the first who ever did)

contains: size difference, short steve rogers (5'5/167), tall reader (6'2/187), call boy steve (🛐), inexperienced reader, hurt reader :((, reader fell first and steve fell harder, jacking off, wrong number oops, little awkward, lowkey innocent reader idk, sex pro steve

REMEMBER THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF THIS STORY! I might write part 2, I'm not sure though..

this font --- italic is for stuff that happend in the past!

I read over it, but might be that there are still mistakes..

words : 2k

☆☆☆

You don’t like yourself very much, not hate, but also not love. Your looks had no problem pretty much, you were slightly muscular, had a good style, hell even looked good in a suit! Your hair was wavy, a grown out two block cut. Plus you don't wear spectacles, except for reading. The only thing that made you miserable in your dating life was,

you were really hopeless.

Which dude would be nervous and blush everytime over some small stuff! No wonder your presentations were so poorly done in your work life or the way you wouldn't refuse to take shots when asked. Even though you promised yourself you won't drink.

As soon as you got home from the drinking with your work colleagues, you stumbled when you tried to take your shoes off inside your house as soon as you locked the door. Face first you landed on the wooden floor, no more energy to atleast loosen up your tie or to even stand up.

Well, atleast you were good in one single thing in your miserable life,

drinking yourself full into oblivion.

Your eyes focused into blankspace. Thoughts flashed into your brain. Here you go again.

"I'm sorry, I'm.. so..", you sob out as you looked down on your knees. Arm on your sides as you don't even dare to look up once.

Silence for a while, the rejection surely floated in the air already. God how useless were you?

"You.. you can't do it?", the feminine voice spoke out loud enough for it to hit you straight through your brain and heart.

The woman left a sigh as she spoke up again "At this point, it makes sense. Whenever I want something, you are so kind and do it. It's like you are submissive. I wonder if you are just going along with what I say." tears were so close to spill, why you? "You always turn so red and flustered. You are shockingly unreliable."

'Don't cry, come on. Don't cry you hopeless shit.' Ever since your miserable first time, you are scared shitless of ever doing it again. Your looks might be great, but your body felt so.. big. This all happend right where she told you she loved you, too. Life sucks.

The constant imaginations of being less hopeless were so pleasing. Just why were you like this? Who the fuck did you insult in your past life that you turned out like this? The feeling of not being good for anything because of how hopeless you were, was utterly sickening.

'nineth floor.' the voice in the elevator said as the doors opened. Someone with black sneakers, grey joggers with a plain black t shirt on stepped out as he was talking on the phone. A leather jacket hugged them loosely while he looked at the door numbers. Eyes focused on the doors, as his mouth kept on talking.

"Uh yeah, if the guy from yesterday asks for me, just say I'm busy at the moment", he stated as he stood suddenly in front of a door. Turning towards it as he read the number under his breath 'one, two and seven.'

"Okay, I'm here. I will call you soon, bye!" the call ended with a click as steve brushed his hair back one more time, put the phone in the pocket. The door was luckily open, so he pressed down the handel and opened it.

Surely, he didn't except this view. You were laying down on the floor, face down, suit all wrinkled and hair kinda messy. The concerned face on Steve's face was mixed with huge confusion.

"Are you sleeping?" he asked as he ran up to you, slamming the door behind. He dropped on his knees and rubbed your back, "Dude, are you okay?"

The response were little sounds of whines leaving your mouth. The tears and alcohol made you not wanna be bothered and close your eyes tightly. You were somehow half asleep.

'Hah. Cute.' he thought to himself as he smirked and caressed your face with a hand. Your cheeks were burning and your body was hot as hell! Shocking for a time like winter.

"Get up, you will catch a cold if you sleep here on the floor, silly", he warned with a smile. You couldn't see that sweet smile as you were still not aware of the world around you with your eyes closed.

Not with a lot patience, he lifted you halfway up and leaned your back on the wall while you were still sitting. He took your backpack off and you finally twitched your eyes under his touch. He huffed when you still didn't wake up!

One shake on your shoulder made you open your eyes slightly, till they were halfway open. Unironically you looked around and looked back at the guy in front of you, "Where.. where am I?"

The cold hand hit your hot cheek again. Fuck, why did it felt so nice and safe. As if he would hold you between his arms forever. Your view was hazy as you saw a, of course blurry face approach you closer, and closer.

Now not only a cold feeling was on your burning cheeks, but also on your lips. A kiss was planted on your lips, your body felt like levitating right there. "Wakey wakey!" the adorable voice spoke again, and now everything was clear. Your eyes shot up open fully as you broke the kiss by gasping.

"Who.. Who are you?" you squeaked as you pushed yourself more onto the wall. The guy stared in confusion as he pouted slightly. He brushes his hair back and talks again "You literally booked me?"

Silence.

"I'm your call boy! My name is Steve rogers, just call me steve", he clarified with a big smile spreading ear to ear. His eyes were closed from the smile.

This all is so confusing right now. You don't remember this at all? You look to your side and see your phone laying. Did you really call him earlier?

"I'm s-sorry.. I do not remember..!" you confess as you tried to pull away more, but steve had a grip on your jaw as he kissed you once again "It's okay.." he nibbled on your neck, licking and swirling on it. Suddenly he grabbed your erection with the hand that holded your jaw earlier.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good?", he asked it so innocently, that it felt like it was normal to just say that! You blushed even more, stuttering mode was on. The tomatoes were sure jealous of your redness.

He grabbed it again and cood at how it twitched as it was painfully rubbinf against the fabric of your boxers and jeans. He was so weirdly focused on you.

"I'm sorry.." you apologize with your shakey voice. He looked up to you as he tilted his head. "Why are you apologizing? I infact like the way you got hard from me being myself."

You whimpered at the touch. He started unbuckling your jeans as you gripped his upper arms tightly. You were so nervous and shocked by the sudden moves you couldn't do anything except whine and hold yourself steady by his arms. He pulled your hardened cock out of your underwear and started jacking you off. You gasp as you stab your nails through his leather jacket.

"I can't! Im s-sorry..", you gasp it out as tears started prickling up in your eyes. The moves didn't stop, he kept on going while focusing on your face. 'He is so red.. It's cute' Steve thought to himself, now his eyes moved to your cock, as he realized you were close by your fast breathing, he started covering the tip with his thumb.

You let out a loud 'Ah!' sound as you tilt your head back and let out big breaths, your body was shaking from the Stimulation going on.

"You have a thing for pain, don't you?" Steve asked teasingly as his hand left it and moved to your thigh, just caressing it as he looked into your eyes.

You were still in a shocked space as you stuttered and stumbled over your lines. He had a weird suspicion in him. You were different from his other client's, you were way more inexperienced and easily flustered. Which he found totally adorable.

"Oh, darling. You deserve to feel even better than this", his hands brushed against your cheek again as he played with your bottom lip using his thumb.

Those words were so.. warm. Way warmer than his hands being so cold. It made you rethink about your ex girlfriend.

"You can't do it?"

That sentence filled up your brain, the voice didn't stop repeating it. It was getting louder, louder and louder. How can anyone be so calm about this? It started from there on. Pants were leaving your mouth, eyes turned red as the tears started to spill. One by one. They didn't stop, they kept on going.

Steve looked you up and down, he then realized you started to cry. Of course, he got scared that he did something wrong! He immediatly started wiping them away with his hand as he started asking why you were crying and if he did something wrong.

"No! No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that..", you took a deep breath as you spoke again "I'm so not used of someone being so nice to me, I always felt miserable. I'm just so hopeless, I was never good in sex. My girlfriend even got sick of it, I never know what to do while it. I get too overwhelmed."

You calmed down a little after you let that off your chest, it felt too good. Until a guilt hit you. Just now, you totally burdend yourself to a person you just met.

Instead Steve started hugging you tightly, "I understand, just because you suck in it doesn't mean I will leave. I will help you all the way through this."

You let yourself deep into the hug. He caressed your back a little before he snuggled into your neck and started saying something.

"What I find weird is, you struggle with sex, but wanted to bottom? You know I specialize in topping."

"B-bottom??"

"Yeah, bottom. It means when you receive it, the cock."

"..WHAT? First of all.. I didn't c-call you!"

Steve looked just as shocked as you this moment, he said he thought you just forgot because you were drunk. He quickly snatched his phone out as he looked through the adress.

"This is room 127 of southstar apartment right?" you nodded as he kept on looking, but it popped in his head as he looked at it in horror.

"Which Building is this..?"

"U-uh.. Building B."

"I'M SO SORRY!" he apologized dearly as he took your hand and squeezed it hard enough. His head was tilted down as he looked ashamed.

You quickly accepted his apology as you explained how you also thought you called him since you were pretty insecure.

"It was ... good anyway", you blushed as you looked up to the now standing steve. He smiled as he looked at the time, clearly needing to go to his client's house now.

"Sorry for today, I will take you out some time. We could talk about your sex problems then, huh."

"O-oh yeah uh.."

'He is so awkward, but it's cute.' steve thought to himself.

"After all I'm a sex pro!"

'Woah.. sex pro! This guy is insane' you got oddly fascinated by that as you just looked up to him and nodded.

You immediatly pulled your phone out to get his number, which you succesfully achieved. And meanwhile you knew his name, not like you didn't before, just on your phone now!

You waved goodbye as he left through your door to the elevator. You closed the door behind as you sighed and ruffled your hair.

He was so handsome.

"So cute", steve whispered to the air as he smiled at the number on his phone.

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[iznsfw]

A very fluffy lovemaking session in bed with Eunbi

Birthday Blues

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

8464 words

Categories: happy birthday to the best baby ever, roommate!Eunbi, gentle sex, first-time sex, mutual feelings, praises

I already write this girl too much, but what can I say? I love her. Happy 27th birthday to my princess, and I hope everyone who hates her suffers miserably.

Here's a fluffy piece that has been in my drafts ever since like, last year. Due to the rush, it is not edited at all. Not one bit.

The hands of the clock that hangs from your wall has told endless hours already, but you could still hear rustling from her part of the bed: a white duvet covering a curled up girl, presumably crying. No, scratch the "presumably"—how is it probable when you can see the tears staining the duvet, hear the cries that cannot be supressed any more?

But you don't ask why. You don't ask if she's crying again because of it. You only gently withdraw the covers from her sobbing frame, kiss her tear-streaked face, and ask: "Let's play a game?"

Kwon Eunbi is huddled beneath the bedclothes, drowning in her own tears. But when you arrive, she gazes up at you with those large soulful eyes, and whispers a broken: "Yes, please."

The affirming nod she gives you is one that only comes five seconds after. But you know that no matter how many times you ask her, she would always agree to play with you.

You hate seeing her cry. It just has such an effect on you that just hearing the tremble in her tone makes you want to break your own heart.

And when she raises her arms so you could lift her up, your heart hurts even more. You wrap her in your arms the best you can, but you can't help but notice that tonight's hug feels weird. She has always been clingy, but this hug is tighter, harder. She buries her face in your neck and locks her legs around your waist as if she's afraid someone will take her away.

You wonder if her instinct is right.

But again, you don't ask. You never do when you know it will make her cry even more.

You let her cling to you for a while. There's no need for any rush to do anything. Tears should never be chastised when they wish to flow.

So you bear it. You bear the abundant tears spilling down your shoulder, the helpless whimpering right beside your ear, the tightness of her arms around your neck. Even if your heart hurts just feeling the weight of her sadness on you.

Your hand rubs her back comfortingly while your lips leave soft kisses on her neck.

"Gongju." Patiently kiss the side of her head. "Gongju-yah, let me set up the switch first, okay?"

"Th- tha... " She struggles to say the word. Red fills her face as she stops trying to say it and just talks in what's comfortable for her. "Kansahabnida."

"Don't worry about it," you respond softly. "Don't worry one bit."

There has always been a bit of a language barrier between the two of you. Though Kwon Eunbi knows basic English, she is far too shy to try and conversate with you in it. On the other hand, the Korean you know is too amateur to be able to speak with her properly in it. But words aren't necessary to communicate; just looking into her big beautiful eyes tells you everything you need to know.

And sometimes, just calling her your "gongju"—your princess—is enough.

The colorful television screen once the game is set up is reflected in her tears. You don't remember the name of this game, but all you know is it's her favorite video game, so you immediately know which one to select out of all the choices present in the television.

Sinking back into the comfortable plush seat, you assemble the controllers-one red and the other blue-and hand her the red one, her favorite color.

"I don't want to make it blue," she had told you the first time you played Smooth Moves with her. That is why you have accepted that your controller would be blue from that day on.

Eunbi climbs onto your lap and leans into you completely, her back meeting your stomach and chest. Your hands circle and meet at her stomach so you can play the game along with her while also protecting her from the cold night with your arms.

The gray jacket isn't enough to make her warm, it seems; she is still shivering. Or maybe those are shivers from her sobs. You could still feel her shaking even as the night grows darker and her hands begin to fiddle with the controller. You desperately want to ask her if it's the same thing again—the same thing making her cry—but you don't want to see the tears roll down her face again. So you never say a word, and only focus on the game at hand.

You don't yell at her when she holds you back from winning the game early. You don't complain when you fail the level because of her stopping to sniffle a few tears away. You'd play these stupid cartoon games with her a million times if it would make her happy. If it would make the tears stop even for a while, if it would make her smile.

This level, however, is difficult. This is a game of helping people move out from their homes, and this particular person you are assisting is a farmer. So now instead of furniture, you are forced to launch squealing pigs into the moving truck and squawking chickens behind hay blocks so that they don't escape. Eunbi bites her lip in endurance and presses her thumbs deeper into the buttons of the controller.

Your character's hands grip onto a pink yelling pig and jumps over the blocks of hay, much like the cow would over the moon. Wait, how could the cow do that when Eunbi's character is struggling to even pull one out of the mud?

Alright, five more items left. You have already helped her out with the long table beside the truck and the first cow. Now all you need to do is get the chickens.

Yes, caught one. Now you just have to—ah shit, it escaped! You run over to the pig pens to get it, only for you to end up in a puddle of sticky mud that hinders your speed. What makes it worse is how loud and active the chicken is; it tries to fly out of your hands and causes you to turn in endless spirals as you attempt to bring it to the truck.

"Alright, I got the hen," you tell Eunbi finally. "Why don't you get the—"

"Hnghh."

Huh? Was that a hiccup you heard from Eunbi?

But then you hear another, then one more. It continues till you hear a string of sounds that turns out to be laughter.

Your heart leaps to your throat. Eunbi is laughing. She is laughing because of the squawking sound effects of the virtual chickens.

You start to laugh a little too; hearing a happy sound come from her makes your heart swell with wistfulness and love. Wistful love? Yeah, that's kind of what you feel. You love hearing her adorable giggles, and you long to see her remain happy.

And so you are forced to resort to absurd measures:

"Bok. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

You imitate the sounds of the chickens.

You even flap your arms like one. You sound ridiculous, but the bewildered look she gives you and the laugh she lets out prods you on.

You squawk, you holler, you cock-a-doodle-do. Soon, she's laughing, choking on her own tears and shaking her head in disbelief at how stupid you sound. She punches you in the chest lightly to get you to stop, but you continue-louder this time.

"Eunbi-ya. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

"You are so..." She breaks down into even more hearty laughter. "Stop!"

"Bok, bok, bok. Bok-aaack!"

The timer begins to run out and the sounds of farm animals start to get louder. But Eunbi never stops laughing, and you never stop squawking. In just a matter of minutes, the two of you transform into  immature sixth graders, wrapped in cackles at the mention of anything slightly improper or slightly abnormal.

It goes on until the two of you are laughing too hard to continue the level. Eunbi's eyes are on you still flailing around stupidly, while yours are on her face to see her reactions. All you see is pure unbridled laughter overtaking her features.

Oh well, guess you aren't completing the farmer stage after all. You promptly shut off the television with the remote control and tug the controller dangling by its strap off Eunbi's wrist. You combine your controller with it and set them on the table in front of you, internally reminding yourself to place it back in its case later.

Eunbi is still giggling at what just happened, so it takes a few mentions of her name to divert her attention back to you. But it only takes one call of her favorite pet name for you to have it back.

"Gongju."

She turns to you with a soft smile. She likes it. She likes that little pet name you have for her. It means "princess", which is why she likes it so much.

"Hm?"

"Are you happy?"

"Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. You see those thoughtful eyes gaze up to the ceiling—as if every answer to all the questions in the world can be seen up there—before she leans back into your chest. Finally, she replies, "Yes, a little."

You smile, both at the fact that she is happier now and the lisp that is prominent when she pronounces her S's. "I'm glad."

"Huh?"

"I am glad. Happy, happy because gongju Eunbi is happy."

"Ah. Thank you. Thank you and... I love you."

I love you.

Eunbi has been your roommate for some time now. She was introduced to you by Kang Hyewon, a friend of yours, who warned you that she stayed up all night singing but wouldn't say a word when it's time for a conversation unless she's particularly close with you. You told her that that was alright—you'd make it work, you said.

And there and then you discovered that Kwon Eunbi is a sweet girl, always asking you in broken English if you wanted dinner ("I will cook you tteokbokki, if you like," she'd say meekly with a shy grin, "is that okay?") and cuddling you to sleep after she wakes you and complains about a bad dream. Sometimes, when she gets home late at night, she would rest her head on your thigh at the sofa, letting your hand smooth her hair while she sleeps. You'd listen to her ramble in whiny Korean about how bad her day was, and though you understand little, your instinct is to tell her: "It's alright, you don't have to do today again, gongju. It will be alright."

Then you realize...

"I love you too, Eunbi," you tell her finally, pinching her cheek. Tears are slick on the pads of your fingers. "My princess. Now can you tell me what's wrong? And why you cried?"

She smiles cheekily. "I forgot."

"Eunbi."

"No I forgot, really! Because we, we were playing and the thoughts goed away."

"Went," you correct her gently.

"Yes, went! And... you are a good boy. A good person who makes me happy. And..."

She pauses, then suddenly gets flustered. Overcome by anxiety that fires up her emotions again, her lower lip starts trembling.

"I'm sorry!" She rises from your lap and shakes her head vigorously. Tears start to fill her eyes as fast as her heart thumping against her throat. "I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean to—"

"What? No, it's okay!" You quickly get onto your feet as well, taking her hands in yours. "Why are you crying?"

"Crying because I thought, I thought—"

"Thought what?"

"You... don't like me back, right?" Eunbi asks you, her eyes filling up with tears. "You like Hyewon, right? I know you like. I'm sorry."

Despite her broken English, you immediately understand the message she is trying to get through to you. And when you get it, you are stunned, almost as if she has slapped you in the face after boldly calling you every existing insult in both the Korean and English languages.

"Wait, what? No! Is this why you're crying?"

You tug onto Eunbi's wrists and pull her back to you when she tries to leave out of embarrassment. When you look straight into her tearful eyes, you immediately know that you've suspected right; she is crying because she thinks you're in love with Hyewon.

You desperately attempt to clarify everything to her. She needs to know what's factual about your feelings. Fuck the damn language barrier for not letting you express yourself in better words. Fuck whoever made up the Korean alphabet, fuck anyone who contributed to its making.

"Of course I like you, Eunbi!" you tell her. How could you not, with that sweet pretty face looking up at you that matches her even prettier way of loving you? It's impossible to hear her voice calling out to you whenever she needs help—whether it's a lid tilted too tightly for her to open or help in translating her thoughts to English—and not want her for yourself.

You steal a kiss on her forehead and place your hands on her tear-streaked cheeks. "I like you a lot! And, and Hyewon and I—Hyewon and me—are just friends."

Eunbi looks a little confused, adding confusion to the mix of emotions overtaking her right now. "J-just friends?"

"Yes, just friends. I don't like her that way, gongju. I like you."

"But how?" The sullen tears in her eyes return. They threaten to slide down her pink cheeks. "Hyewonie, she is so pretty..."

"So what? You are too!"

How can she not see that? She has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen; you can go on and on about how your heart skips a beat whenever they look up at you. And those lips... God, she doesn't know how much you love to stare at them.

"I like you, Kwon Eunbi," you declare so she could hear you loud and clear. No mistranslations, no misunderstandings. "I like you, and you only."

There. It's finally official—you confessed your feelings to her at last.

But then she gives you the most adorable look of both shock and confusion mingled together, wide eyes looking into yours as if she wants to say something but the words die on the way out of her parted lips.

Those lips.

Those lips you've looked at for too long than you are dignified enough to admit. Those lips you've wanted to kiss but ended up not doing so because of how cowardly you were. How scared you were that she might not understand. Because what if she thinks you're weird? What if she becomes scared of you, thinking of you as her weird overly affectionate roommate with bad Korean?

But then here she is, a mess of tears because she likes you back.

And in this very night, with the moon as your audience and the sky the limit, you realize that a face like that is too pretty for you to not kiss.

You can't help yourself. Fuck it, life is too short to hold yourself back on anything. You lean in and brush your lips against hers.

It's a brief one, obviously still riddled with uncertainty. But just having tasted her sweet lips is already enough for you.

You've done it. You stare at her for a while, not knowing what to do after that. Should you leave? Apologize to her?

That's when Eunbi whines.

"Again."

You don't pause to think and kiss her again. But it still isn't enough for her. Although her cheeks are red with shyness and excitement, she blurts out, again: "Again."

The princess gets what she wants, whenever she wants. Kiss her again, this time with a little more passion. Eunbi whimpers in surprise when you slip your tongue in between her lips, all while they are locked with yours. Squirming because of the heat radiating in her body, she tugs on your shirt and stands on her tiptoes to enjoy the kiss.

Smile a little at the hands wrapped around the fabric of your shirt. You put your own on the sides of her face, gently angling it sideways so your noses don't meet each other while the backs of her knees meet the edge of your shared bed.

And suddenly you are on top of her. At this position you can see Eunbi panting, looking up at you with those puppy eyes you've always adored and loved, not quite sure what to do.

"Oppa," she says nervously. "Oppa."

"Yes?"

"Will we do..." She blushes just thinking of it. "The thing?"

Cutie. This is why you are so in love with her.

"Well, if you like. And if you do, don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you, gongju, okay?"

She gives you an affirming nod. Smiling widely, you gently lift her shirt up. Now the hem rests on her collarbone, freeing her two plump breasts. You aren't surprised at the lack of bra; Eunbi feels comfortable enough with you to go without it.

But is she right now? You look up into her face to check, and are relieved to see only flushed excitement in it. Now assured by her consent, you resume what you are doing.

You kiss one of them eagerly. You particularly enjoy how the perfect pair of tits feel now that you are fondling them. They're round and soft, kind of like pillows. You long to lay against them forever.

Tentatively take one nipple in your mouth and you hear the first moan come out of Eunbi. The sound of her cute high-pitched moan drives you crazy, and now you are even more determined to get more out of her.

You squeeze her right boob and circle its pert nub with your thumb while your tongue does so to her other one. Eunbi squirms and cries out, immediately slapping a hand to her mouth to chastise her helpless sounds.

You release her nipple with a pop, coating it with a sheen of slick saliva. But you start sucking on it again, even when your hand already finishes its fondling on her boob and trails down to the pit of her stomach.

Eunbi squeezes her eyes shut tightly and begins to whine. "Hm, hahhh, oppa!"

"Yes?"

"Gentle, please, they're sensitive. But"—she gasps as your suckle on her nipple and bite down on it a little—"but do not be gentle too. Because... because..."

"Mwah. I get it. I'm sorry, gongju."

"T-thank—hanghhh—!"

More pretty moans spill from her lips when you rub hot circles on her thigh. You thank God that Eunbi chose to don that miniskirt today; besides being eye candy for you, it also helps you get her more excited by slipping your naughty fingers below the skirt.

Eunbi moves her hips onto your fingers, trying to get you to feel her thighs even more. You give her what she wants; you see no reason not to, now that your devilish eyes gaze down Eunbi's infamous "honey thighs."

You pepper kisses all over her chest. She would have giggled if she were not so wrapped up in arousal.

"Tell me, Eunbi-ssi," you begin, nuzzling her pretty neck. Your soft voice makes her shiver. "Have you ever had someone touch you like this?"

"Almost. And I said no because it began rough." Eunbi pouts. "I don't like that."

"Do you want me to be gentle then?"

"Gentle but not gentle for this time. Then next time, a little more rough."

"Next time?" you ask teasingly. You can't help the large smile on your face.

"No! I mean, yes! But..." The blood rushes to Eunbi's cheeks. "But if you want, and you still like me."

"Of course I'll still like you." Press a kiss to her stomach that tenses beneath you. "Open your legs a little for me, please?"

She does, albeit shyly. The miniskirt effectively slides up to her hips once she does, allowing you to see the soaked panties in between the fullness of her pale thighs.

You are a little stunned to behold her thighs in their full glory. They look perfect to fuck your dick in between, seeing how soft they are, but that's for another time.

Definitely another time; Eunbi is beginning to whine in impatience. "Please, just put it in me," she begs you, squirming her hips upwards. "Please oppa, I'll be good."

Your heartstrings feel like they were knotted together; she's just too cute. How could you not give her what she wants?

You undo your zipper and belt until your pants fall to the floor. You haven't gotten laid in a while (not that that's something you'd like to admit), so the nakedness of your lower body feels a little more foreign than what you usually feel, especially with Eunbi's curious eyes on your dick.

Now you lean over her, with her thighs splayed apart and your hands planted firmly beside her head on the mattress.

You are about to pull her panties aside when you are met with a sudden kiss on your lips. Surprised, you turn your attention back on Eunbi, whose grinning blushed face already tells you that she is the culprit of the mischievous affection.

"Eunbi? What was that?" you inquire, the two of you sharing the same stupid grin.

She covers her face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop. You look very handsome."

"Don't apologize. You can kiss me whenever you like."

"Oh, oh, thank you. O-oh!"

Your member rubs her covered clit. Heat creeps to her stomach. Eunbi squeals and covers her mouth, biting into her own palm when you finally push yourself in.

Heavy pants replace her whimpers. She flinches whenever you try to fill her even more. You could see tears in her eyes at this point.

"Too much?" you ask in concern.

"Sorry. I d-did not expect you to be so big."

You would be lying if you say that didn't make your ego bigger.

She gathers more of her fingers in her mouth to bite on as you start to move. It isn't really doing much of a change since you could still hear every one of her husky moans, but you don't complain one bit; it just makes your cock swell further. And that could either be more pleasure or additional pain for Eunbi, whose tight slick walls struggle to take the thrusts of your shaft.

It's both hot and satisfying to watch your dick penetrate her. You can see how her wet folds part to welcome you and feel her walls do the opposite; they squeeze hard onto you, as if they are trying to keep you out. But you know from the additional slick that gathers in her core that that's the last thing she wants.

"Hm, hangh!" Eunbi is beside herself, sucking and biting on her fingers to keep herself from being too loud. And what really fires you up is the way that despite how hard she suckles or bites, she never fails to maintain eye contact with you.

"Please- ahh, shibal!"

It finally falters when you place a fervent thumb above her clit. Eunbi absolutely melts in sensitivity, her moans suddenly becoming rambles of incomprehendable Korean as drool starts to leak from her mouth because of how hard she's sucking on her fingers.

Her helpless sounds of pleasure urge you to go faster. But even as you aim even faster sharp thrusts into her wetness, your mind keeps repeating a constant reminder: Gentle!

Soon Eunbi's fingers are soaked in her own saliva, almost wounded because of her teeth digging into them. Her moans vibrate against her digits, and are ultimately freed when you gingerly pull them down from her leaking pink lips. Now they aren't stuffed with anything, unlike her lower lips.

You pause your thrusts for a while due to the ever lingering worry that she might hurt herself. "It's alright, you don't have to bite," you tell her.

Her heavy breaths manage to create a reply: "No?"

"Of course you don't have to. You can put them here instead, so you it gets easier, okay?"

You pull out for a while so that you could gently lead Eunbi's fingers to replace your cock. You figured that it would be gentler, and would help amplify her pleasure later on instead of hurting her.

"B-but I like oppa's more," she says half-heartedly as she eases her own fingers into herself. She whimpers softly. "Hmm, even if it's too big."

"It'll feel better if you use your fingers for a while, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."

"It does..." Eunbi's mouth falls open at the feeling of her own fingers filling her up. It's nothing compared to the size of your erection, but it still makes her heat up. "Mmph! Not hurt too much! Only a... a little, but I still want—"

"It's alright, we can take it slow," you whisper. "Take it slow."

Slow. There's no rush after all. None. Just the slow sensual trail of kisses down from her neck to her stomach can already make her moan helplessly. Kissing the inner sides of her thighs results in making her a whimpery skirmish mess.

Her adorable whines make you giggle. But you choose to end her suffering and place your lips right where she actually wants them:

Her lips.

That's all she's ever wanted. You wonder why you ever assumed that she was only obliviously spacing out whenever she looked at yours—when her head rested on your lap and she'd look up at you with a strange curious gaze, the days you'd find her staring at your lips in your shared bed after a long day.

How did those moments never make you at least wonder?

To have to love quietly is the worst feeling. You kiss her on her lips and smile when her cheeks becom two roses blooming with first love's red. One more smooch and then Eunbi finds herself feeling empty without a kiss on her skin every other second.

And it's adorable watching the expressions on her face change from a giddy blush to one of ecstatic pleasure from her fingers. The butterflies in her stomach alternate with the heat. Sticky arousal accents the trembles of her thighs that shudder around your hips.

"Oppa?" she asks meekly, after a little while of kissing and fingering. "I want you now, please."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," a nod, "if you kiss me a lot. I've always liked that."

You hold up your end of the bargain: nothing too rough, just sweet kisses. Even when the tightness at just the head of your rod makes you want to ruin it, even when the sudden rush of wetness feels heavenly. Eunbi's lips are pursed in labor. Her eyes gleam with tears. "Haaangh, it's so big."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Slow, please," Eunbi requests in a broken voice. "Thank you. I love you." Her breath catches in her throat as the remaining inches of your member stuff themselves inside. "Gentle, please."

"Of course. I love you too. Thereee you go."

You're completely inside her, although it took a few tears to achieve that. By then, her lips are stuck in an eternal pout that silences her whines. Air drags itself slowly out of her nose as she tries to get herself to relax, but the slick walls that surround your cock never easen. At least, not enough for it to be comfortable for her.

"Please," she says. She kisses you urgently on your cheek, then on your lips. "Talk to me, please."

"Hm?"

"Talk, please." She grabs your shoulders with a grip that almost thins out the bones in them. You wonder how such small hands could do that. "So it will not hurt much."

"You know we can stop this if this feels bad, right?"

"No, don't stop." She gasps with each thrust, closing her eyes to bear the impact. "Just talk. So it feels calm. Like how you tell me nice things when I cry."

If your heart can smile just like your lips, you're sure the grin would be as wide as day. You remember the days she'd cry after getting too frustrated, may it be about her feeling getting hurt or a particularly hard English lesson, and how you'd hug her like a teddy bear and tell her it would be okay. That you loved her and no stupid failed English class would change that. Of course, she understood little, only nodding along to your words and burying herself in your jacket, but somehow, she knew you were trying to make her feel better. Even if most of the words weren't really things she understood.

You were glad that even with a foreign language she was afraid to speak herself, she felt safe with you. She only needed the smooth comforting tone of your voice, and your lips on her forehead.

So it wouldn't hurt to talk her through this, would it?

Of course it won't. Kiss the worried downturned direction her eyebrow takes and hum into it softly, before your feelings have completed the process of translating themselves into words and gentleness.

"Hm? You know I love you, right, Eunbi-ya?" You slow down your pumps, choosing the words she knew and used and uttering them carefully too, so she can really understand how much you love her. "You're always so sweet. I know it's hard for you to tell oppa nice things in English, but the way you just try to do it makes him smile so much. You're just so adorable."

"Hangh, that's so..."

Her voice sounds orgasmic. Surprised, you look down at the worked up Eunbi blushing beneath you. "You like that?"

"Mhm." She nods eagerly.

She's starting to relax now. Though the delicious tightness still remains, the extreme difficulty to move has gone away. You begin to slide yourself in and out more effortlessly, letting the tightness be more pleasurable than uncomfortable.

Pick up the pace now to draw out more moans from her. You reap what you sow; Eunbi's cute noises of pleasure start to reach your ears and effectively bring your member to full hardness.

"Mmm, such a sweet girl. It must be so tough trying to be bold enough to tell me you like me because of Hyewon, right?"

"Yes! So... good, oppa!"

"I'm sorry that oppa made things so hard for you, Eunbi-ya. I'll try to be better,now, okay? I'll be a good oppa because you're so... fucking... sweet."

Emphasize each word with a rough thrust. Eunbi's legs quiver around your waist as you draw slick out of her that become sticky liquid on her thighs and bed.

"More..." she mewls, in a voice so weak and soft that you might have not heard it if you weren't so close to her. With time, she finds the pain of being stretched out to be addictive, feeling herself burn up with the constant penetration of her tight hole.

You hump the slick virgin pussy with a newfound determination. Your cock swells inside of Eunbi's warm cunt and exits, but only feels the raging desire to go back in again.

You're pumping her a little more roughly now, but you keep the pace at a moderate rhythm that she can take easily.

Tilt her chin upwards and let your gaze meet her nervous one. "You love oppa calling you his sweet girl, Eunbi-ya?"

"Yes—! So much!"

"I bet you do. I can feel you clenching down on me. You're so cute when you whine like that, Eunbi-ya. Are you still that shy around me?"

"S-sometimes." Her eyes flutter close, and she lets out another pitchy whine. "But, but I still like you so much, oppa! Please kiss me a lot, please, please—!"

One kiss on her cute face per thrust through her entrance that releases healthy amounts of slick and wetness. That's the policy you've set, but you still find yourself breaking it, greedily thrusting more than you should and kissing three more times on whatever red skin that arrives below your lips. However, you maintain the easy rhythm you set as promised. You fear that if you don't, her poor privates would be too sore after this.

"Please, please, please, please..." Eunbi's face turns redder and her sex clings onto your limp shaft tighter. "Please, it feels so hot."

Eunbi is beside herself, but in a very good way. She loves how tight her stomach becomes when your slick girth enters her, and she's not afraid to show it.

Even with her unsilencing pleads, you make your sweet talk clear. "Everything about you is so pretty, gongju. So sweet. I wonder what would happen if I touch this cute little nub right here... hm? Oh, I never knew you could shout that loud, Eunbi-ya. Is it okay if I keep doing this...? Is it okay?"

Eunbi slaps her hand to her mouth, in a state of utter disbelief, because how can something feel this good? How can your words ignite such want in her? And in the midst of your sexes joining and your hand working on her clit, why does she still feel so safe?

Her palm deafens her screams, along with the broken gasp she let out when you begin to deftly rub her bundle of nerves up and down. Her legs join and are blocked by your busy hips, and her own rise high in the air. You never stop sweet-talking Eunbi, and although people like to label the words you whisper as "sweet nothings," they are the opposite to her: they're everything. She thrives on the tone of your voice and the drive of your hips, moaning senseless Korean and needy phrases of pleas. She loves the way you can make her so worked up, and also put her at ease with just a few sweet kisses. God, the one you place on her collarbone feels so much hotter than the others for a reason she cannot think of. She's constantly being veered to the edge by your consistent pumps.

You watch all those adorable expressions on her face change from needy to ecstatic to blissful in a span of minites. It turns you on so much how blushed her cheeks are, and how she can never meet your eyes without getting shy. Even at this point, she's still the same girl. Still the same princess.

"You okay, princess?" You let up on the stimulation on her clit when she's crying a little too loud. "You alright?"

In a fit of gasps, she nods. "Yes! I'm okay. Eunbi's okay."

"Want me to go slower?"

"A little..."

You feel as if a knife was just slashed into your heart. Did you hurt Eunbi? Was it too ambitious for a first time and maybe she was too afraid to tell you?

You stare into Eunbi's red, sweaty face and caress her cheek worriedly. "Did I hurt you?" you ask urgently.

"No... no, you did not." Eunbi closes her eyes for a few seconds, taking the time to breathe. She places a hand on her chest, which rises and falls to the rhythm of her pants. When she opens them, she gives you a small smile, round eyes shining with tears. "Don't worry, oppa, okayyy?"

She pats your cheek and lifts herself a little to kiss you again softly. She settles back on the bed with a giddy little grin. You have to purse your lips and look away to stop yourself from laughing at how adorable she is.

"Alright. You... god." You have to take a few breaths too. Your body is aching. "You still want to continue?"

"Yes, please."

Once you've gotten her explicit consent, you realize you are getting tired of standing. Your legs are starting to ache. As much as Eunbi felt amazing in this angle, you are guaranteed to shamefully fall to the floor if things continued like this. And you really don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest crush. Not when you've gone this far.

An idea enters your mind. You take Eunbi in your arms, leaving her even more flustered, and set her on your lap as you sit down on your shared bed. She stares at you with her fingers pursed nervously in between her pretty lips, wondering how to act.

"Is it fine if we do it like this? My legs are killing me."

Her eyes are wide with concern, but then she figures out the idiom, slowly but surely. It's still something that she struggles with in English. Eunbi nods affirmatively.

Her legs shake, both from nervousness and the previous session, as they part. You guide her movements with your hands on her hips. However, she looks afraid when it's finally time for you to take her. You can see her anxiety in the shaking of her hands on your shoulders.

"Can I do it slowly, please?" she asks.

"Of course."

Eunbi takes in a deep breath, taking assurance from the rubs of your thumbs on her hips. They stutter a little once your tip and the lips of her pussy touch. You have to take in a deep breath to let the pleasurable sensation wave through you properly. And you have to breathe in harder at the sight of her bountiful breasts before you. They're truly eye candy, but they're not as pretty as Eunbi is.

That beautiful face of hers scrunches up in pain while yours does so in delight. She's even tighter in this position. However, for her, that's a large con. Her lower lip is starting to tremble.

"Hey, hey," you say, before you kiss it softly. You look deep into her teary eyes. You wish you can cast some sort of magic spell to take away those tears. It just hurts you to see her in pain. "Are you okay, sweetie? Do you want to stop?"

"Nooo, but..." She breaks into tears, and you so want to hug her tight and tell her it's fine if she doesn't want to do this right now. She has told you the opposite, but it still hurts for her.

She sits back on your thigh in defeat. You hold her tight and kiss her tears away. Her back shakes with sorrow, so you try to calm it with rubs of your hand. Eunbi's in such an unhappy state that you want to cry yourself.

"I want to, oppa," she tries to tell you. She wipes her face with her sleeve, rubbing the tip of her nose against it. "But it hurts like that. I do not understand... it did not hurt too much a while ago."

"If you want, I can just use my fingers," you say. It's fine to deny yourself of your own orgasm, just as long as she isn't hurt. "Do you want that?"

"Noooo. Just... please, let me do—" Eunbi stubbornly straddles you again, lifting her hips above your tip. You can't stop her once she puts her mind on something. You know that by now, so you let her sink down on barely an inch of your cock. Her pussy tightens even more, however, with each descent. She's frustrated; you can see it in the huff of breath she makes to the strands of baby hair that hang in front of her face.

But one thing Kwon Eunbi also has is determination. She relies on your soft whispers of "careful" and the tingly hot feeling she detects when she feels your appendage pulse. So she allows herself to fall further downwards, repressing the pain with a tight shut of her eyes, until she's almost taken it all. There's just one last inch.

"Clever girl," you sigh. The careful penetration, and oh god, the face she makes while doing it, has left you more than hot and bothered. She's gotten so soaked, and her breaths become more ragged with each exhale. "Clever girl, Eunbi-ya."

Eunbi, happy with the small milestone, lifts her hips again. "Hunghh, clever?"

"Yes. It means... ugh, it means smart. Quick to learn. W-witty."

You rack your head for easier synonyms to make Eunbi understand. But whenever you're almost at a new one, she interrupts your journey with a delicious squeeze of her cunt. And now, she's taken your cock till the base.

"Ahh, thank you, oppa. You're... witty, too."

You chuckle, then curse after she dips herself in a way that lets your cock truly and deeply feel how tight and wet she is. "Am I? God, Eunbi, you're so hot."

She giggles. Oh, she knows the meaning of that word. "You too~ But you're also very handsome. I... I like that about you. Makes me feel safe."

It's such a casual, sweet conversation that a watcher can immediately forgot that you and Eunbi are literally having sex. If one were to watch you in your bed right now, they'd be drawn to your adorable conversation, and not the appeal of Eunbi slowly learning how to ride you, or even her bouncing breasts. It's in this moment you learn the depth of your love for Eunbi. Sure, you've sometimes stopped and thought, "Wow, I really love this girl," but in this particular time, you actually see for yourself how you want her. You want her for her adorable laugh and witty replies to jokes, her effort to learn something even if it's difficult, the prettiness of her smile, and just her beautiful heart in general. You want and love everything about her, including her perfect traits and the imperfect ones that always manage to gleam in equal perfection to you.

Your heart just swells with appreciation for her. You hope that someday, she will love herself more, and in the way you do her.

Eunbi doesn't hurt anymore. She's slowly but surely quickening the rise and fall of her ass on your lap, making the bed create creaks that fall in sync with her movements. She purses her lips every once in a while, appreciating the good feeling of your dick piercing her and rubbing all the good spots, and soon, her moans resume.

They're soft. Adorably soft and sweet. Even the pitchy ones are good to hear. She tries to keep herself quiet, keeping it down to whines and gasps, but the way your cock curves and swells deep inside her triggers such ecstasy that she's constantly exclaiming. You groan too—her body fits perfectly in your hands. Her curves glide satisfyingly underneath your palms. And although her slick hole holds the natural virginal tightness that is occasionally inconvenient on her side for your size, you love it, too.

"It's... so... good, oppa," Eunbi says to you. Her voice is battered with pleasure. "You are so big inside me. It feels so good now. Y-you are so good. To me."

Kiss the smooth land of her chest, leaving one at the coast of her collarbone. Then, you especially give some to the large mountains that are her two perfect breasts. She hums pleasurably in return.

"Of course I'm good to you, Eunbi-ya," you singsong. "You're the sweetest and  prettiest girl I have ever met."

Yes, she is sweet, in every way and form. Her voice is as sweet as honey, as cliché as it may sound. Her attitude towards you and life is, too. And of course, who can forget her small and pretty tight hole, which welcomes you gladly and clings to you so as you may never exit.

Pretty is an obvious adjective for Kwon Eunbi. She's prettiness itself. Prettiness personified. To list everything about her that is pretty is like trying to list every word there is in each language, Western and Eastern, old dialects and new, unpopular and well-known.

"Ohh... you really mean it?" she asks. "You're really kind." Overcome with affection, she hugs you, leaving you free to take over her sides and bounce her onto you by yourself.

"Oh!" Eunbi gasps at the sharpness of your thrusts. She clings to you needily. "That... that feels so good, oppa. P-please keep doing it, please."

"Of course I will," you coo. Bounce your thigh as well to aid in the satisfying hump of Eunbi on your rod. "Anything else, darling?"

"Hah- ohhh." Even though you can't see it, you're sure that her eyes are lulling to the back of her head. "Faster, please, oppa? I promise I will be good, please!"

Eunbi makes long, whiny hums of pleasure against your shoulder. The girth of your cock, which once hurt her and even drove her to tears, is now the very thing that's making her moan happily. She circles her hips and helps you in slamming herself down in order to get more of you. She hears your grunts, and just the sound of them makes her so wet that she does her best to please you, kissing your neck of her own initiative and pressing her body flush against yours.

"It's... so... big, oppa. C-can I try something, please?"

You force yourself to stop. God, you were already so close. Try to hide your frustration, but Eunbi can read you like a magazine. She reaches up and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," she tells you. "I just want to do something, pretty please? Now that it does not hurt?"

"Anything for you."

"Okay. Ummm.... lie down, please! That side so it's comfy!"

You shift and back yourself down onto the bed. In this position, Eunbi is on top, taking her turn to show you what she's learned.

"Good. Tell me if it feels good, okay?"

"Sure thing. Be carefu—oh fuck."

Her technique is one thing that's enough to make you swear, but another is the curve of her body as she places her hands on your hips, and starts slamming her hips down on you. Oh, and the lip bite she does... where did she learn that?!

Eunbi throws her head back, losing herself in the pleasure. With the help of the view of her casual miniskirt riding up to the top of her ass, and her pussy slick and tight around you, you're brought to heaven.

"Hngh! Ahhh, does it feel good, oppa?" Somehow, she finds herself concerned. Her pleasured, cock-hungry expression slightly pairs with worry. What if she's doing it wrong? It's only her first time after all, and she's only doing what she thinks you like.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl, Eunbi!" you moan out. Your hips stutter on occasion, finding her pussy in vain even if it only withdraws for a split second. She's riding you so good, so perfectly. "Just... fuck, come here, gongju."

The classic nickname leaves your mouth to make way for Eunbi's lips and tongue when she leans down. You can feel her shudder in delight that she's doing it right, and it's so fucking wholesome and adorable that you hold her close to you, only allowing her butt to move away so it continues the thrusts.

Lock your lips with hers, holding her face in your hands. You smooth back her dark hair so you can feel her pink cheek and kiss it as well. Her worry causes her to awkwardly do nothing as you kiss her, but that's alright. You know she's nervous. One step at a time, as the folks say.

"Mmm, did I do it right?" Eunbi asks in between kisses. "Did I make you feel good?"

"Yes, of course you did. Perfectly."

"Ohhh, thank you, oppa! You curse when, when something is good or bad, so I had to make sure."

You laugh despite yourself. Despite you having the ultimate urge to passionately and fervently make love to this woman, with the other kinky things involved. Despite your doubts and worries about other problems in the back of your mind. Despite the love in your heart almost bursting out and onto her.

"God, I love you so fucking much, Eunbi."

"I love you too. Thank you. Thank you." Eunbi's lower body starts to jerk continuously, and her mouth opens in a small "o." "Hnghhh, oppa, it feels so hot! P-please!"

"I got you, baby. I got you."

You hold her tight and guide her through her first actual orgasm with a guy. Waves of pleasure ride through her body. She squeals loudly as she humps your cock desperately, overwhelmed by the hot feeling that started out in her clit, then spreads to all parts of her body. Her cry of pleasure deafens out yours. She leaks her nectar onto your appendage while your cum shoots deep inside her, making her feel warm all over again.

The two of you gasp intensely. Your breaths are hot against each other's numb skin. The bed is wet from your lovemaking, too. Make a mental note to change the sheets in the morning, and put a towel on it next time.

Next time?

You don't think about that for the time being. For now, you hold your girl in your arms. Her tired body lies on top of you like another blanket.

The two of you lie silence for a few minutes that feel longer than they are supposed to be. But they aren't awkward at all. Instead, they are precious time you spend basking in each other's warmth. As a wise man once said, the night is still young. There's no time that is wasted or will be.

The two of you are getting sleepy. You already see Eunbi trying to stay awake, in her own adorable way. So before any of you can doze off to dreamland, you press your lips to her skin and inhale her natural, baby-like scent.

"Happy birthday, princess," you whisper.

In spite of her own exhaustion, Eunbi smiles widely. She looks up at you in surprise. "You remembered?"

She's getting better with the past tense. She gets better in everything, actually, with each day that passes.

"What, you thought I'd forget?"

"No..."

"Come on, Eunbi-ya, don't lie to me." You playfully nuzzle her nose. It tickles and makes her giggle. "Is that why you cried earlier? And not just because of Hyewon?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Huh, you'll give her that. And you'll talk about all those stuff later in the morning. For now, you cuddle Eunbi like a stuffed bunny toy to accompany you in your dreams, and hold her hand to commemorate one that has just come true.

#kpop smut #kpop #izone smut #iz*one smut #kwon eunbi #kwon eunbi smut #eunbi #eunbi smut #male reader #reader insert #request #birthday special

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Discipline

Series masterlist

Part nine

Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave.

Warnings: Smut!!! Breeding kink. Slight anal 🤭. Daddy kink. Rough sex. Oral. Uhhhh I think that's it???

Lately, Jake has taken to spending time with you for whatever reason he can. He'll take you on trips across the forest, usually on his ikran. Sometimes, he'll take you to visit the old Sky People's buildings, long since forgotten and abandoned. Other times, he'll just take you deep into the foliage, where you two get to spend time alone, doing whatever you please.

Today, Jake has brought you to a small lake, peaceful and quiet. He's laying against a tree, and you've placed your head on his chest. One of Jake's arms is wrapped around your shoulder, his hand softly caressing the skin of your arm.

You've both been quiet for a while, simply reveling in each other's presence, and Jake has something on his mind. Eventually, he decides to say it out loud.

“Why were you adamant on being defiant?” he asks you, his voice soft, the question hanging in the air for a moment.

You sigh. “Because it was the only way for me to feel like I was living for myself and not for others,” you tell him, heart racing as you allow yourself to become vulnerable. “I grew up...wanting to please everyone. Thinking that if I could make everyone happy, they'd like me, that I'd feel good about myself. But all I ever achieved was making myself miserable, and feeling like I was never enough. The others were happy that I was a perfect little girl, well-behaved, willing to help everyone, and who never argued and never started trouble. But I hated it. I hated how...how I was just what everyone else wanted me to be. So I-I stopped. I gave up. I started doing what I wanted to do, started making my own choices, looking for my own happiness.”

“Did it make you happy?” he questions kindly.

You shrug. “It was better than living for others, but it...I guess I missed people taking me into account, y'know?” You glance up at him, your big doe eyes meeting his amber gaze. “And then you came along,” you add, a soft smile growing on your pretty lips. “And you...you made me realize that all I had to do was place boundaries, not build walls. You showed me that I can be loved by being who I am, and that if people don't like me for myself, they can just go fuck themselves.”

Jake kisses your forehead. “They'd have to be fuckin' insane to not like you for who you are, baby,” he tells you. “You're too much of an incredible being to worry about what others want from you. You should be your priority, always. Don't ever let other people's opinions be above your well-being, honey. You deserve so much more.”

You kiss his chest. “That's one of the reasons why I love you,” you admit quietly. “You give me so much more than the others were willing to. You...you just See me, understand me, love me without questioning me.”

Jake chuckles softly. “I made you all lovey-dovey, didn't I?” he says, kissing your temple. “Made you all fuzzy on the inside, carved a space for me in that cold heart of yours.”

You laugh quietly. “It's not cold,” you reply. “It's just been wounded, and it prefers to stay safe than to risk too much.”

“Well you don't have to worry about me breaking your heart, girl,” Jake tells you. “I will always do my best to make you happy. You're everything to me.”

“What about you?” you ask in return. “Why are you so keen on following the rules?”

Jake takes a deep breath, considering it. “I can't afford to have the People dislike me,” he admits. “This is my home, the only place I have. If I get sent away, kicked out...I'll be lost.”

“You know I'll always be by your side,” you tell him. “Even if no one else is. I'll be with you. Forever.”

Jake smiles gently. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you reply.

You smile up at him, your eyes soft and loving, and then Jake's kissing you. His soft lips on yours, his tongue tenderly meeting yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and he places a hand on your waist, rolling you onto your back against the plush grass below.

He climbs on top of you, his teeth softly dragging over your jaw, one of his hands cupping your face while the other holds him upright.

You spread your legs, softly grinding your hips up to meet his, and he smiles against you.

He sits on his haunches to remove your loincloth, and then he's crawling down your body, kissing his way down your torso, your lower stomach, until he reaches your pussy.

He inhales your scent, your soft, thick, sweet scent, and he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You hum in approval, cunt clenching around nothing, and then he's sliding his thick, calloused middle finger into you. You gasp quietly as his tongue finds your clit, flicking and twisting around the bud, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You mewl, one of your hands falling to his head, the other one moving to your breasts to fondle them, to pinch your nipples.

Jake groans against you as he watches. He loves eating you out, loves looking up at the perfect landscape of your body to find how much pleasure he brings you. It's everything to him, the way you react, the way you allow him to touch you, kiss you, fuck you.

He cannot believe he's this lucky.

You arch your back, your hips rising to meet his mouth, your pussy tight around his finger as it curls upwards, caressing that spongy spot he's so fond of abusing.

“Fuck,” you gasp softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Oh, fuck.”

Jake's mouth is full of your slick, your taste sweet. Your arousal drips down his chin, down his knuckles, and it makes his cock harden. He drags his hips against the floor, searching for relief, as your sounds reach his ears and make his blood rush south.

“Daddy,” you beg airily, your thighs pressing to either side of his face. “Daddy, please, fuck me.”

“I will, sweet,” he promises, talking against your clit, his voice sending vibrations up your body. “I just wan' y'to come in my mouth first, hm? Think you can do that f'r me, hon?”

You nod gently. “Yes. Yes, Daddy,” you reply, biting your lower lip as he slides his ring finger into you as well.

He stretches you open, pushing your gummy walls to their limits, playing with you, experimenting which spots make you whine the loudest. Meanwhile, he sucks on your clit, mouth warm and wet around your nub.

“Daddy!” you mewl. “Oh, please. Please, please!”

He groans into you, making you jerk. One of his huge hands is splayed over your thigh, kneading into the soft flesh, threatening to bruise your skin.

The pleasure is purring through your body, feeling like warm water spilling down your skin, slowly simmering and on the verge of boiling.

“Fuck!” you cry, tugging on Jake's hair, grinding your hips up against his face. “'s so good, Daddy!”

He drags his sharp teeth over your clit, making you tremble. Your thighs press on either side of his head, your back arching off the ground.

Your orgasm is peering closer, crawling across your skin, filling your womb until you feel like you're burning from the inside out.

“Daddy!” you gasp. “Please! 'm so close! Please!”

Jake's fingers continue pressing against your g-spot, sending sharp waves of ecstasy through you. He can feel you clenching around his digits, your pussy puffy and warm as it pulsates against his touch.

You know this feeling, the way it spreads through you. That sensation of overwhelming ecstasy, of driving you insane. Your orgasm grows and grows, bubbling in your womb.

And then you come, squirting onto Jake, your ecstasy shaking your body, making you whine out. “Fuck! Daddy! Yes!”

Jake groans, the taste and feel of your slick making his cock twitch. He licks you up, making you gasp and try to move away, but he holds you tight until he's left you clean.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he rises to his knees. He removes his loincloth, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

Your eyes just about flutter at the sight. You spread your legs wide, inviting him in, but Jake shakes his head. “I've got a different idea for you, baby.”

He pulls you up and then flips you around, placing you on all fours. He presses a hand to your back, pushing your chest to the ground and making your back arch. He studies your pussy, soaked and puffy. He spreads your folds, caressing up your slit. “My pretty little baby, so needy for my cock.”

You nod. “Please, Daddy!”

He grabs your braid before pulling his own over his shoulder. He connects the tendrils, making your pupils blow wide.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he feels your lust in his veins. “'m gonna fill you up now, baby. How's that sound?”

“Please!” you mewl, nodding, as the tip of Jake's cock prods at your entrance. He slides into you, easily and quickly, stretching you open.

You gasp as his girth drags against your soft gummy walls. “Daddy!” you mewl, bucking your hips up.

Jake closes his eyes as your pleasure adds to his. He leans his face down to your back, pressing his lips against your spine. His tongue trails over your skin, making you shudder. He starts with a rough pace, his balls slapping against your folds, his cock bruising your cervix.

You dig your fingers into the ground, dirt getting under your nails as you moan, Jake's hips slamming into yours. He straightens up, kneeling behind you and pounding into your soft cunt.

“Goddamn, look at you. So fuckin' precious f'r me,” he groans, his enormous hands splaying over your ass cheeks, and he sneaks a finger to your small, tight hole. His thumb presses against the ring of muscle, merely teasing, and you jerk, writhing away before pressing your hips back in search of more pressure.

Jake chuckles, spitting on your tight hole. His eyes watch, enthralled, as you allow his thumb to spread his saliva over your hole before gently sinking inside you. You moan at the foreign sensation, pleasure sparking through you.

“Daddy,” you say softly, your pussy clenching around his cock. “Fuck!”

Jake slides his thumb all the way in, feeling as you clench around his finger and his cock. “Y'like that, baby?” he asks, smirking. “You like being full 'f me in both holes?”

You nod, back arched, thighs quivering. “Mhmm!” you cry. “'s so good!”

He's rutting into you, fucking you hard and mean. The angle allows his cock to rub against that spongy spot you're so fond of, making you tremble and gasp. His fingers dig into the skin of your ass, leaving angry marks on the flesh that are sure to bruise by the time he's done with you.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he hums. “Look at you, taking my cock in that pretty pussy.” His amber eyes watch the way your cunt stretches to take him, your folds raw from the friction.

“Daddy,” you mewl. “I-I want y'to fill me up! Please!”

He closes his eyes, groaning at your plead. His ears fold back against his head, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Please!” you beg. “Gimme your cum, Daddy! I need it!”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I'm gonna come inside you, baby. I'm gonna make sure to fill you up, gonna put a baby in you, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp, your pussy throbbing, your entire body just about purring from the idea. “Please! I wanna-wanna have your baby!”

“Yeah, 'm gonna give you a child, girl,” he chuckles. “Make you a mommy, huh?”

“Please!” you whine, your nails digging into the ground. “Daddy, please!”

Your pleasure coils low within you, making you mewl and your thighs tremble with the bliss. And finally, finally, you can feel your orgasm nearing. You moan, cunt clenching around his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Atta girl,” Jake praises, growling quietly as he feels your orgasm dripping out of you. He can feel his balls, swollen and heavy, aching to release into you. Your pleasure adds to his through tsaheylu, and with a few more thrusts, his orgasm spills out of him, spurting into you.

You gasp and moan, arching your back, hoping all of his cum gets sucked right into your womb and stays there.

“My pretty fuckin' girl,” he gasps, removing his thumb from your tight hole, massaging your ass before he pulls his cock out of you. “Goddamn.”

You collapse on the ground, gasping, and Jake chuckles as he lies beside you, kissing you.

“'m so tired,” you murmur, cuddling against Jake.

He kisses your shoulder, your cheek, and says, “I know, baby. I know.”

Your body relaxes against his, and you both fall into a gentle, comfortable silence. After a moment, you say, “I hope I have your child, Jake. I hope we can build a family together.”

He kisses your temple. “I'd like nothing more, my perfect girl.”

You fall asleep in his arms and dream of a family, a happy home, with kids running at your feet as Jake holds you in his arms. You beg Eywa that your dream comes true.

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@jake-sullys-whore @kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @neytirishottie @who-is-ej @myh3artttt @aerangi @arminsgfloll

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[strwberri-milk]

Hi again! I wanted to thank you for the Kaeya/plus size reader and was wondering if you were interested in exploring the smut parts more if you have some free time! Tysm!!

ive just done a bit more for it here!! i decided to indulge just a bit!! reader is neutral!! i try to write my fics neutral overall/leaning towards this scale bc i am not small by any means other than height and i am definitely self indulgent - thats why i write so much kaeya :D

There's nothing more Kaeya adores than spending time with you. He's super touchy and you're super warm which totally combats the way that his body runs colder.

That means he's constantly trying to snuggle you up, resting his head on your lap or curling up into a ball on your chest. Wherever you are, he's going to make himself fit to practically lay across you.

It also means that sometimes, your hands might wander without thinking, more so just trying to reach out and touch him without realising it, or do the damndest things while he's holding you to make his mind blur. This was most definitely one of those times.

You have no idea what you did this time to set him off. Genuinely, sometimes it feels like if you breathe a little too light it'll make him go feral because it almost sounds like you're whimpering.

Now, he's got you pinned against the wall, towering over you with his arms at the side of your head. Your hands rest on his waist, unsure of what he's doing until you feel the soft pressure of his lips against yours, letting his hands fall to pull you into his chest.

"You've been so touchy today," you laugh slightly, giggling more as he presses kisses against your cheek.

"Just let me have some fun with you, alright? You can't think I'm not going to indulge when you've spent all day being the sweetest thing on Earth?"

He continues to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth and sliding against yours to distract you from his wandering hands. You squeak a little when you feel him slip into the pockets of your pants, gently squeezing the plush of your ass.

"Okay? You're okay with that?" he whispers against your lips, giving you a very obvious look.

He's a big squeezer. I can't explain it but someone give this man a fidget toy he'd love it. For now, he's just going to use you, squeezing and kissing at your thighs from between your legs, looking up at you as if you are singlehandedly responsible for bringing the world to life.

He managed to lead you towards the bedroom, laying you down on the sheets and stripping you down to nothing for his hungry eyes. His gaze wanders, making room for himself and letting your thighs rest against his hips as he presses more reverential kisses down your skin.

Just to tease, you can feel him trail his lips down your skin before going where you need him most. His mouth immediately goes to suck and lick, blunt nails digging into your thighs as he prevents you from closing up over his head. He's obsessed with the way his fingers imprint your skin, only parting with your sex when he decides your thighs look a little lonely.

You push and push against his grasp, failing miserably and whimpering pathetically at the sight of his muscular arms flexing to push against you and keep you in place. His back flexes, neck craning up to look at you and you think you've died on gone to heaven. He just digs his nails more into you, obsessed with the way his fingers force your body to give under his strong hold.

"You're - ah! -" you whine, burying yourself in Kaeya's face as he continues to insist on lapping up your nectar as though he's a man starved.

There's nothing you can say outside a safeword to stop him, not even registering that he's finally parted from your spit-soaked thighs and dripping slit to sit up and admire the mess he's made just with his mouth.

His hands begin to feel you up again, squeezing and lightly scratching down your skin as you catch your breath. He adores every part of you, lust-filled gaze trying to figure out what other noises he should try to draw out of you and how. For now, he decides to press your thighs to your chest, presenting your desperate hole to him.

"Too much? Do you need me to stop?" he asks lowly, biting his lip at the way your chest heaves with each breath you take.

"No, it's okay," you say softly, shuddering as he rubs circles under your knees.

"Good. Because I just want to make you melt."

He slides into you easily, making you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as he starts off with slow strokes. He savours your body, relishing the warmth you've surrounded him with that increases tenfold once your thighs lock around his waist. He grinds up against you, smirking at the noise it brings out of you.

You feel his chest meet yours, kissing you hard again as his thrusts pick up, hips slamming home against yours over and over until you really do end up melting all over him.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact

[ohwynne]

When Wynne asked if she had anything to give to Regan, Jade considered passing. After all, they parted ways forever, right? No hard feelings. Regan was adamant there would be no other way to reach her, refusing to disclose the address where banshees got their correspondence. This was breaking the rules, so to speak. And Jade loved breaking dumb rules, but she always respected Regan’s decision over everything.

But there was still conflict in Jade’s heart, so she consulted with her cats over the following days. Concluding, thanks to Lullaby’s wise input, that she couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to reach out. Except, she had nothing to give Regan, nothing she hadn’t already taken with her. More consulting was needed for Jade to have her lightbulb moment. See, there wasn’t a thing Regan needed from her currently, not with Wynne and Elias going after her. But in the future, maybe, possibly, if something came up and minds suddenly changed (as unlikely as that was to ever happen), she wanted Regan to know where she stood. 

Jade figured a change of mind wouldn’t be enough for Regan’s stubborn ass to leave Ireland and what she believed to be her duty behind. No, Jade knew she’d try to make it work, somehow. No matter how miserable she felt. So Jade wanted to give Regan a hand, all the way from Wicked’s Rest, on the chance that Regan felt like her own desires didn’t matter enough to tip the scales. Regan had always been a little weak for Jade’s big-brained logic, hadn’t she? So she ended up handing Wynne a small envelope before they left for Ireland. The outside read: “Break in case of emergency”, and then below, “DO NOT break. OPEN” for Regan and Wynne’s more literal brains.

If Regan were to ever open the envelope, she’d find… a letter. It starts with a dramatic opening, “Regan. Hey…if you are reading this it means [del: I‘m]… things are not looking good”.

“Things might be super mega bad, right now, actually. And I know you wanna stick to your guns, I know you think there’s a way to turn this around and make it work. A last-second 3-pointer that’s gonna fix it all and make your granny cheer (I watched Space Jam, I think that’s how basketball works). I almost wanna believe in you, cause that’s all I do. But please… hear me out. Ireland isn’t the end of it. You can do what you must do here. I should’ve said it. You should’ve stayed. I wanted you to. But that’s not why I’m writing to you. I want you to stop thinking about everyone else but yourself. You are a person too. [del:You’re my] But if you can’t think about you, think about me, okay? You enjoy doing that a lot too.” 

The message is followed by a list titled: “69 reasons why we should be together (number 69 will make your jaw drop)”. Jade started the list months before Ireland was even on the horizon, back when Regan was still pretending there was nothing going on between them. She never planned on finishing it, cause she got the girl, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

The list… is a bit of a mess. Parts heartfelt, part inside jokes, the numbers are not in order, cause, why would they, it’s Jade? Number 12 talks about both of them being nosy, which totally means they would have all the tea about the town, followed by Number 36, a simple “We can share clothes”. Number 20 is “You need someone to watch whales decompose with, I happen to have my Google alerts on”. Number 69 is just a winky face, but number 66 says, “bog sex might happen”. Number 17 mentions how opposites attract, while Number 18 points out that they’re more similar than either wants to admit. Number 52 is “We’d never run out of things to talk about”. Number 47 is “Porcupines deserve to be held too, in fact, they might need it more than others”. Number 10 reads, “Chemistry that should be studied in a lab, actually”, and Number 2, “I’d give up on hearing music for the rest of my life if that meant hearing your voice whisper my name again”.

At the bottom of the list, there’s Number 1, and it says: “I love you, and you love me. That’s not changing in this lifetime. So not doing something about it? Super irresponsible”

The letter ends with,

“Prove me right”. 

Wynne has taken the envelope to Ireland and has not opened or broken it, even if there were some emergencies. The letter is left in Regan’s clinic, as mentioned in Dead End.

#submission. #jade. #dead end. #ireland.

[tomatenmaler]

Tuck your innocence goodnight

Viktor x Male!Reader

This is for @bullsandthebones who realized we have a genuine lack of Vik x Male reader

Summary:

Somewhere between Act 1 and 2, you and Vik have a little on-and-off relationship going on. He has the key to your place, which he sometimes likes to take advantage of and come cuddle after a long shift in the lab...when you're on good terms...

Warnings:

Soft Dom reader, sleepy sex, fingering (reader receiving and giving), anal penetration, handjob, prostate stimulation (reader receiving), like a hella ton of fluff and foreplay, kind of a bitter ending, may be a bit OOC, and barely spell checked. I haven't done this in so long...

Word count: 3.100

It was late night, sunday. You didn't expect him to come around. Usually if he wanted to, he would've done that before dawn. He was so burnt out all the time, there wasn't a big chance he would be up to something. Burnt out people don't want dates.

But you knew what Viktor wanted.

Through the endlessly dark space of your room, you heard a quiet clank, so far away, that you played it off, although it immediately brought your thoughts back to him. Another clank. The floorboards were creaking. He was trying to be quiet, gently letting his cane hit the floor, and taking slow steps, until, through the darkness, you could see his scrawny silhouette looming over your bed. A hand approached your cheek, light like a feather, as if to check your temperature, then the silence was filled with the sweetest, most soft spoken voice you'd ever heard from a man. “Asleep already?” The touch of his hand intensified on the side of your face, cupping your face.

“Yes.” You whispered back, more to indicate how tired you actually were.

Now the thought who had kept you awake was leaning over you. Speaking of the devil, really.

With a quiet thud, he leaned his cane against the bed frame, moving the rustling bedsheets aside to take a seat. “Could I stay the night here?”

His hand left your cheek, but his presence never disappeared.

You raised your head, then propped yourself up against the cold headboard.

“Go ahead, but take off your clothes before laying down, they're probably dirty”

If you could've seen him, he would've surely shrugged, or made a funny face. You shifted closer to the edge to find the switch of your nightstand lamp. Once it was on and your vision had gotten used to the brightness, you found that Vik had already taken off his vest and shirt, the light reflecting on his pale chest and the support corset covering most of it. He tilted his head, and the parts of his face that weren't covered by hair were just as pale and miserably tired looking. “Can I leave those on?” The scientist tugged at the belt loops of his trousers to show off which garment he'd meant.

You shook your head. “Why?”

Vik shrugged.

“Not up for sex?” You asked cockily.

“No, I didn't mean it in that way, you know that.” He scooted closer. “But I'm cold, so if you do make me take those off as well, you'll have to keep me a little… extra warm”

Nevertheless, his hand slipped down to undo the buttons of his pants, and, with a little effort, to also unfasten his leg brace and slide it altogether down his scrawny leg, until the brace hit the floor almost a little too loudly.

“There” he whispered to no one in particular. The mattress tilted a little as he rested his thin body on it, but just briefly. He was light as a feather, you could barely feel his presence next to you, if there wasn't his breath.

Viktor rolled to the side, facing you from his position of being leaned against the headboard. You switched the lights off, drowning the bedroom back in its former darkness. It was just more comfortable like this, you both agreed on preferring the dark. Vik never switched on the lights in his lab, miraculously his eyesight had never worsened because of that. You might've not been able to see him through the darkness, but there were his breaths, the rustling sheets he pulled over his weary body, then the noise of skin and hair sliding down on the wooden headboard, another shift of the mattress…he was there. And that was all that counted.

You scooted down next to him and reached for him, pulling him closer. He must've indeed been really cold. His skin definitely was, covered in goosebumps, pricky, colourless hairs on his arms, that stood in an attempt to regulate his temperature. As you embraced him, a shudder ran through his body. The tiny hairs flattened on the parts of skin that touched yours. He pulled the blanket over the both of you, then let his head sink onto your chest. You rested like this for what felt like a long while, much longer than it actually was, probably, his cool breath fanning your collarbones with each exhale. Eventually he propped himself up on his elbows, hovering over you, his breath now brushing your lips instead. He got closer. You waited. You waited a long time, until he finally leaned in close enough for a chaste kiss. It lasted weirdly long. He wanted to pull away, but you had your fingers tangled in the crown of his hair, guiding your mouths back together. He softly took your lower lip between his, so you pulled his hair a little harder. Viktor snickered, but obeyed, his mouth opening to let you explore. He was playful, trailing off, tongue only touching yours briefly. His lips left yours, traveling down your jawline, your neck. It made you shudder. It'd been a mistake to teach him all the perfect spots on your body. Whether you wanted or not, he could have you wrapped around his thin, calloused finger.

Noone else would ever get to come by in the middle of the night, for a cuddle, for a fuck, anything Viktor needed. He may have come over, he may have spent the night, then became unavailable for a week, because he was so burnt out, but you stayed. You never locked him out or took the keys from him. He loved you for this, so much more than he could express, but he was bound to his work, there was no way around that. That's why those nights meant so much to him.

His lips were at your chest, the buttons of your shirt long undone, he gently pushed you back against the mattress, legs loosely entwining. His hand snuck down your stomach, but never quite left it.

They were almost within reach of your pj’s waistband, but stopped right above, grazing your navel. His head heavily rested on your shoulder, the outgrown locks tickling your skin.

You pulled him down by his bony hips, yet tenderly, as if he was a frail glass doll, that wasn't made for rough hands. His chin sharply pressed against your collar. “We don't have to y'know” He retracted his hand, his voice smooth like water. But you shook your head. He'd gotten you to that point, so sleepiness wouldn't stop you. Also you hadn't gotten to feel this way in a while. Burnout was really getting to your relationship.

“I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little exhausted, give it some time” You mumbled. Maybe it was that his body had just warmed up enough to be comfortable. The air in here wasn't as cold anymore now that you had someone to breathe with next to you, another organism right on top of you, the scientist's pointy bones, his disheveled hair, the dry but tender fingertips, that worked tirelessly for Zaun’s future day by day, that could ever so gently stroke you as well.

They were capable of tearing you from your thoughts within the matter of seconds, and they did. Gods, they did.

They hooked under the sleeves of your shirt, swiftly removing it. “Ask me. I haven't slept in days.” His hands dove under your arms, pulling you close to him. “But I also haven't had sex in weeks. So it looks like we'll have to set…priorities”

His voice dropped a little, it got breathier. He scooted down further, until his head was on your stomach, his hair tickling that area now, as he began placing little kisses along your V-line. “So…” he hummed, “Are you up for it yet?”

“Mmm”

He took that brief reply as enough of a consent to begin undoing the buttons of your pyjama pants. He let his head sink against your thigh as he gently tugged them down, until they were at your knees, then crawled further down to entirely strip them off. As he dove back up, he was grabbed from the side and pushed into the mattress. He let himself be easily flipped over with a little reluctant grunt. Not like he had the tension to fight back anyways, so your weight was enough to keep him down. For the next few minutes you stayed like his, entangled in each other's bodies. Viktor's hips bucked against you several times, desperately seeking friction, until it became frequent enough for you to let go, and finally grant him what he needed so badly.

Feeling you get up, he immediately straightened his posture, his legs spread, to give you best access to what you had to offer. He was rock hard, you noticed. No wonder the poor man had so needily ground on you.

Tenderly, you placed your hand on his thigh, trailing it upwards just enough for him to arch. Your determined fingers reached for the trapped tent in his pants, and all the scientist could do was seal his pale lips and follow your hand with his amber eyes, hooded and smoky in sleep deprivation.

“Hurry up” he murmured. You tilted your head to give him a smug look, and decided not to say anything, but instead do him a favor by hooking your fingers under the waistband of his underwear. As you finally freed him from it, he was already at full mast and flushed red. He hadn't shaved in a little, but wasn't sloppy or anything. You could trail your hands down, making him twitch and arch, but never close his legs. And if he would lose his composure and try to, you'd just pry them back open, it's easy as that. You'd just need to lube him up. His gaze followed your fingers as they scrambled through your drawers, eventually finding what you were looking for.

He was almost about to scold you for not going faster again, but swallowed it down as he felt your cool, oily fingers slide down his perineum. You were doing your best, and just as tired as him, so he had no right to be impatient, especially with your fingers soon buried inside him. His velvety walls stretched beneath your digits, and you could've kept them in there, but knew he didn't need a lot of prep after being with you for so long. You reluctantly removed your fingers from his pulsing insides and wiped them on his thigh.

He huffed.

“Patient now, I'm almost ready” You reached for the condom packet next to you, slipping out of your boxers and sliding the protection on. It was pre lubed—that would do.

“I'm not impatient, if you t’ink so” he sighed. “Just ..ehh tired”

You laughed slightly. That was nothing new to you. Sure you didn't have sex as much anymore, but most of the time, if you still did, you were both half asleep.

“So” he chuckled. “Go ahead, or I might just actually get impatient”

And you wouldn't let him tell you twice.

Bodies shuffling, skin rubbing on the thick bedsheets, until you'd gotten into the best fitting position, you allowed yourself to finally slide into him. Vik's hands clutched against your shoulders, hips rocking to introduce you to his tight muscle ring further. His knuckles turned white, as he held on for his dear life, feeling your stiff rod sink into him. You eased yourself past the muscle, feeling the wet walls grip on you and stretch, thin veins pulsing behind soft, tender flesh, and instinctively arched into him. He was on his back, you on top, settled between his legs. The scientist tangled them around your hips, allowing you to go deeper. His hair was already disheveled and his forehead sweaty. Worked up as he was, it'd take merely a few thrusts to completely screw him over.

You made sure he was alright, before you actually started moving, everything alright, you pulled out a little, feeling the walls cling on you, and causing him to almost painfully clench. Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you fought back any too loud noises, pushing back in. After a few thrusts he loosened up a little, allowing it to get smoother. It was just about to get good. You heard him groan and gasp for air, his pelvis lifting up and meeting your thrusts. You were able to fully penetrate him, but didn't quite hit his spot.

After about a minute you had to pull out and angle differently. Your tip electrifyingly ground into the walls, until it met that one little nub, that swelling on his walls, that made his fingers scratch downwards and claw into the loose skin underneath your shoulder blades. That's when you knew you'd found the right spot.

Barely muffled whines escaped from deep in his throat as you picked up your thrusts again. His legs twitched, long limbs mindlessly tangling around you in the sheer need for contact, leaving his cock unexposed and sandwiched between your stomachs. With each thrust against the sensitive nerve bundle, his clench grew tighter, driving you wild. Not like he wasn't already incredibly snug. Wetness crawled up your cock, covering your soaked shaft, which was begging to be driven deeper into his very core, where he was the tightest, but you couldn't bring yourself to make him lose the friction against his prostate like it was right now. He looked like he was about to explode, eyes shut, just occasionally peeking up to lock into yours, lips parted, whispering, stuttering desperate pleads, not to stop. The burn in your cock crawled through all of your body momentarily, you couldn't help burying yourself inside, just to experience him all around you once more. His body had engulfed you, entangled the rest of your weary body in his scrawny limbs, but yet you kept going, hand squeezing between your stomach to reach for Viktor's aching member.

His lips parted in a silent scream as you reached for it, wrapping the arousal swelled organ in your soft palm, not before thoroughly lubing it up as well. His mouth produced a bunch of ragged moans, he convulsed, and that was when you felt a pair of moist fingers on your own entrance. Without warning, they dug into your own flesh, curling and rubbing to a point where you had to stop in utter surprise and overstimulation.

“Keep going” he panted, “don't edge”

Your hips fell back into their pace, smacking your balls against his backside gently, to produce these all too familiar noises that could for sure still be heard in the room next to you.

His fingers remained inside you, pumping in and out with each thrust of yours, until they also hit that certain spot inside you. Then he had you done for.

With a moan of exhaustion, you rammed into him, thrusts turning into a senseless rutting motion, now entirely fucking him into the matress. His fingers pressed against your sweet spot, knuckle deep in—a desperate act of overstimulation, and your pumps on his cock picked up their pace as well. Their rhythm was no longer matching your thrusting pattern, a mix of lube and precum spilling from between his legs against your balls. With each increasingly deepening thrust, his breath got whinier, higher in pitch. If you weren't tethering on the edge by now, the noises leaving his thin lips would have pushed you there. The last seconds were just a desperate attempt to bury your condom clad shaft as deep inside him as possible, and with each attempt, his eyes squinting and the whiny breaths heightening a pitch. Then the wave of your orgasm cut you off, tearing you away from the hypnotizing sight. Every nerve of your body seemed to flash, a sting of ecstasy shooting up your spine, as you felt yourself release, the thin latex of the condom being the only thing that kept you from making an absolute mess inside him. Arching and twitching, you lasted inside him, forgetting about everything else for a second. Right now, it was just you two, and you were bond together—sexually.

What pulled you back eventually, was Viktor's shaky breath in your ear. His body tensed up once more, then went lax, as the aftershocks stopped along with your thrusts. Your stomach, as well as his own, were entirely coated in a creamy white mess. You panted, wanted to get up to grab a tissue, but your arms gave in, and you were left collapsing on his bony chest, just enough energy left to pull out, the goo of lube and his bodily fluids dripping and staining your mattress.

“W-well” the lean man underneath you husked, “At least….you did amazing…as always”

He had to take little breaks to breathe, obviously at his limits of exhaustion and weariness.

Eventually you regained the strength to lift yourself off him and reply: “So did you”

Vik sleepily blinked, then smiled softly, rolling over to nuzzle into your chest, where you welcomed him with open arms.

Sure, the room smelled of sex and the sheets were a pure mess, so were you two. You'd thrown your used condom onto the bare linoleum floor, where you knew, was no carpet, but both of you were simply too tired to clean up, not even your own bodies, so you covered the scientist's cooling down body with a blanket, trying to ignore his drying cum on your stomach. You'd get to take care of it tomorrow, if he wasn't gone by then. Another bad habit of his. You just hoped he'd stay the whole night with you, not just head back to self-destroying in the lab. He was so comfortable with the soft blanket covering his bony figure, also he'd begun wrapping himself around you once more, yawning. So you simply slid under the blanket as well, embracing him to keep him ‘extra warm’ as you'd promised. A few last kisses of the night were shared, a few little goodnight wishes mumbled, then he fell silent in your arms, eyes closed, jaw relaxed, looking so extremely tender. Damn it, you needed this man, more than sexually, more than ever. Every inch of him needed to be in your life, else that hole in your chest would forever remain open, you knew. And that hurt.

You couldn't have him. He was married to his work and cheating on it with his nightly visits, and barely a few hours of sleep. It hurt.

#NSFW #Arcane #Arcane Viktor #Arcane Vik nsfw

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You can't just give up (Part 3: Let me help you)

a/n: I don't really have anything to say which is surprising...

Pairing: You know them, you love them Miguel O'hara x Spider!fem *And the crowd goes wild*

Notes: You know the drill! Constructive criticism? Good! Being a jerk? Bad! Not much angst, mentions of death, and I think that's all. Lemme know if I missed anything

Word count: EXACTLY 2,000!! Ngl i worked a little too hard to get that number but I did it

Okay, I'm done talking, Enjoy :D

I sat daydreaming in the cafeteria of the Spider Society HQ, the only thing running through my mind was Miguel. We didn’t even kiss, “Y/n” what am I so giddy over. “Y/n'' I mean we did share a bed and got really close to “Y/N!” “Huh?” I see Jess looking at me with her head tilted and eyebrow raised. 

“For someone with enhanced hearing it takes a lot to get you to hear me, why is that?” 

“Ummm well-”

“Miguellllll” I see Lyla pop up from my watch

“Lyla!” I say quickly and frantically waving my hand in front of her hologram to make her go away

“What about Miguel?” Jess questions

“Nothing!”

“...”

“They shared a bed” Lyla pops up once again

Jess raises both her eyebrow

“Not like that! We just slept”

“Got realllll close to kissing if you ask me” 

“Lyla, quit your spying!”

“It’s literally my job Y/n”

“But if it makes you feel any better Miguel hasn’t been getting much work done either” 

Lyla then pulls up live feed of Miguel seemingly staring off into space with a slight smile on his face. It was definitely a cute sight to see

“You really got a spell on this guy, I’ve never seen him act like this before”

I look down blush miserably failing to try and contain the biggest smile on my face

“Oh look, it’s Gwen! Hiii Gwen”

Jess rolls her eyes at me seeing that I’m taking an advantage of Gwen's presence to get out of the hot seat

“Hey Gwen”

“Hi Jess, Y/n, and Lyla?”

“I was just leaving, see ya Gwen”

Gwen is a sweet girl, I mean sure she can tend to get side tracked but can’t we all at times. And she always talks about her “friend” Miles, but I think there is a little more to the picture than she’s letting on though. I mean whenever she talks about him her heart rate spikes, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think she has a crush on the kid” Jess said the first time Gwen had brought up Miles. Me and Gwen get ringing from our watches. Miguel appears in front of us “Are you two up for a mission?” We both looked at each other and both agreed “Good, meet me outside in 10” and with that the call ended. Jess turned to me, oh god I have a feeling I know what she wants to talk about.

“Have you at least been on a date yet?”

“With who?” Gwen asked confused

“...no”

“You two should go on a date before doing anything big”

“Sex isn’t…THAT big” What am I even saying?! I’ve never even had my first kiss because all the guys at my school “weren’t worth it”

“Regardless…you should go on a date just to make sure he’s the one you want”

Jess makes a good point

“You’re right! We should get going though, see you later Jess”

“Be careful”

Me and Gwen get up and start heading towards the entrance 

“Who were you guys talking about?!” Gwen asked intrigued 

“Miguel”

She gasps dramatically 

“But this stays between us, K?”

“Yes ma’am” she says saluting me

We get outside to see Miguel waiting for us, “Ready?” We both shook our heads. We enter the portal. It looked normal so far, we followed Miguel's lead. “Be careful, the spiderman from here got really beat up, apparently it can duplicate.” Spider sense!! I had no time to react, one minute I was swinging on my web and the next I got tackled by some blob. We crashed into a building, that hurt really bad, Gwen landed next to me and helped me up. “Thanks” I said standing up and cracking my back. I look back up and freeze, “N..Noah” I could feel my heart pounding and my eyes beginning to water. I look at Miguel to see if I’m hallucinating, just by body language alone I can tell I’m not, it really was Noah in his police uniform. This fucking monster is taking the weakest part of my being and using it against me, I walk slowly to it “Y/n it’s not your brother!” Gwen tried to convince me, holding me back. I snatch my arm away, I walk up and hug it. I’m gonna make this son of a bitch pay for using my brother's death against me, I attach my web to its back and back away. I run in the opposite direction throwing it into the nearest building, “FUCK YOU!” I bend over placing my hands on my knees catching my breath, I’m shaking with anger. 

“Lyla” 

“Yes Miguel”

“What other trump cards does this thing have?”

“One second…seems like all it does is take your true weaknesses and fears and puts them against you, whether it’s something from your past or now, it could even turn your strengths around on you. You know what they say, “Every strength is also a weakness””

It starts to get back up, I swing over it and kick it deeper into the building. There’s a bit of a struggle for a while before Gwen enters to try and help with the fight but she’s quickly thrown out. Why does it want to fight me so badly? Miguel enters the building. It pulls out the gun from the holster “cOme CLoSEr AnD I ShOoT”, I scoff like that’s going to stop Miguel from ripping its limbs off, I mean that seriously can’t be Miguel’s worst… I looked over to him, he wasn’t moving. While it was distracted looking at Miguel I shot my webs at the gun and threw it out behind me through the hole I had made, Miguel then charges it but then it makes its way over to me. Grabbing me by the throat and raising me up and pinning me against the wall, I kick it anywhere I can but nothing is effective. “What happened to you?” Using his voice only made me angrier, I was able to fight it off with Miguel’s help and run out the building. I could hear them fighting from where me and Gwen stood 

“Lyla!”

“Yes?”

“Does this thing have any weaknesses?!”

“From what I can see the only thing is…possibly…water”

“Thanks”

“But it’s not a guarat-”

I swiped her away, now to get this asshole to some water. I look around us and see a port nearby, that gives me an idea. “Gwen, get Miguel away from it”, “What why?” “I just need you to do it for me!”, she shook her head and swung into the building. A few seconds later I see it coming out of the building making a beeline for me, I swing from one web to another. This thing is right behind me jumping and crawling on buildings, why is it so fast. I’m almost there, I slow down to let him catch up to me, I didn’t think this through…I can’t swim. Guess I’m going to have to take one for the team, I prepare myself. I feel it attach itself to me, I take one last breath. We both smack into the water, and start to fight. Maybe it’ll die if I keep it in the water long enough. We continue to exchange punches and kicks as we sink. It was even able to take off my mask, until it returned back to blob form then disintegrated. The water was cold, and getting darker and darker, my shoulder hurts, I think I dislocated it. I tried to swim back up for air, fuck fuck fuck! I can’t swim back up, I feel myself slipping and let go of my breath. Keep going, keep trying, keep fighting! I can’t…at least my last thought is…Miguel, I soften at that thought. I have regrets, like not kissing him, or going on a date with him, or not telling him that I love him. I closed my eyes, I tried, I really did Miguel. I’m sorry. 

I started feeling pressure on my chest, I opened my eyes and immediately turned to my side coughing up water somehow back on the dock. I look up at Miguel to see him dripping wet, “Fuck!” Miguel shouts as he hugs me “You scared the absolute shit out of me”, I say in between pants “Yeah, I scared the shit out of myself too”. Gwen joined in on the hug, I hugged them both back.

We walked into HQ, a few eyes gazed our way. Me, a bloody nose, a gash on my thigh, dislocated shoulder, and soaking wet. Miguel, soaking wet, and a gash on his left cheek. Gwen didn’t take much damage, thank god. Jess ran up to us 

“My god what happened!”

“A lot” I chuckle “I’m just glad Gwen didn’t get hurt too bad” I pat her back with my hurt shoulder grimacing in the process immediately putting my arm back down. Me and Miguel continued to walk together until we reached the medical center.

“Sit down, we need to get you squared away as soon as possible”

“What about your face?” I asked in worried tone reaching up to touch his wound

He stops my hand just as I was about to touch it “I can deal with that later, Sit. Down.”

“Just relocate my shoulder and I’ll help you!”

“I can do it myself.” He said getting closer and more assertive 

“I know you can, but I don’t know why you insist on doing everything by yourself. Let me help you.”

“Why! Why do you want to help me so bad?!”

“...because I…”

“You what?! Spit it out”

“Because I love you!” I declared

“...you love me?” he asked almost sounding in disbelief, I felt his grip loosen on my wrist

“You…were the last thing on my mind while I was sinking, and I regretted not telling you I loved you…” I confessed

I could tell he was thinking hard, I looked him in his eyes

“I love… I love you too” he cleared his throat “now sit down so I can relocate your shoulder”

I sat down, rolled down the top of my suit exposing the bruising all over my stomach and chest area especially my shoulder

“I’m going to have to-”

“Do you what you have to” and with my permission he slides down the strap of my training bra, I try my best to prepare myself for the pain I’m about to experience 

“I’m going to count down from 3”

“...”

*Crack*

“AHHH FUCK, what happened to counting down?!”

“Oh you wanted me to do it out loud?” Miguel said sarcastically 

I huff at his absurdness as he wraps my arm in place

“You know I also regretted not going on a date with you”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm”

He looked at me and grinned “I’ll clear my schedule then”

I get up as soon as he done “Now you sit down” I say smugly 

He obliges, I grab a few cotton swabs, alcohol, and a large bandage. I get on the bed on my knees next to him, and start to disinfect his wound. I take the wrapper off the bandage and place it on his face, Miguel turns his head towards me. I smile “It should heal nicely, don’t think it’ll even leave a mark”, I lean and he does the same. Nothing should interrupt us this time, stop to look him in the eyes “you better not make me regret having my first kiss with you” his eyes were honest “I won’t”. We kissed, it was passionate and deep. He placed his hand on my face and the other on my hip, it felt amazing, we broke the kiss breathing heavily. I feel the heat in my cheeks, I go in for another kiss and another. “Shouldn’t we treat your other wounds” he asks in between kisses, “Fuck them, they can wait” I say going back in for a longer kiss.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you

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I Love Him- Part 11

A/N: I am alive and back to writing. It’s been a difficult few weeks…or months, I honestly don’t remember but if you bear with me I’m hoping to update as much as I used to. Also I know this one is short but it’s more of a fluffy filler chapter so I hope you like it.

It’s been a little over two months since the wedding and I am very heavily nine months pregnant. After the wedding Steve and I went to Maui for a week wanting to get away from Honolulu but still be close in case of an emergency. For the last two weeks I’ve been absolutely miserable, between the twins dancing around and deciding that they want to make there mother miserable and stay tucked away when I want nothing more than for them to pop out and the heatwave blowing through Oahu I’m ready to serve an eviction notice to the boys.

“Babe? What are you doing?”

I pull my head out of the freezer and look at Steve with a frown, “Hot.” He chuckles and walks towards me before closing the freezer door, “I know baby, but the electricity bill.” I glare at him before crossing my arms, “Steven, I swear to God I am not in the mood for your lecture on bills. I’m sweaty, and sticky, and feel like I have a watermelon and a half in my stomach, so, open the freezer door. Or so help me God I’ll make sure you can’t have anymore children, hell, I may even make it so you can’t have sex!”

He looks at me wide eyed before pulling the freezer open with a nervous smile. I hear Steve walk out of the kitchen and sigh as the coolness meets my face and my skin begins to cool.

A few minutes later I hear Lilly’s small feet loudly stomp into the kitchen, “Mommy!” I sigh and close the door knowing from the tone of voice Lilly used someone is going to get in trouble. I turn to her and bite back a smile at the sight of her arms crossed over her light pink sundress and her head tilted ever so slightly making her pigtails swing. I take in her furrowed brows, pursed lips, and irritated eyes and know beyond a shadow of a doubt one of the three men in this house did something so overly stupid I’m going to blow a gasket.

“What’s the matter Lilly?”

Her nose crinkles in irritation before putting her hands on her hips, “They sprayed me with water!” How on earth, “What? How did they do that? And who is they?”

“Danno, Uncle Junior, and Daddy! They’re playing water gun fight.” I laugh at her grammar before it hits me, “They’re doing what!? IN MY HOUSE!?” She nods and I release a small growl from the back of my throat before angrily waddling to the living room.

My mouth drops at the sight in front of me. Three grown ass men dripping water onto my floor while drenching each other with water guns for outside.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING!?”

As if they were getting arrested they threw their hands up and dropped the water guns onto the floor. I grit my teeth as my vase filled with roses hits the floor and shatters when Danny’s water gun hits it.

Steve looks at me with wide blue eyes almost making me forget why I’m mad before stepping forward slowly with his hands up, “Baby?” I put my hand up to silence him and he backs away quickly.

“It was Junior’s idea!”

I glare at Danny and he throws his arms up, “What!? It wasn’t my idea!” I scoff and gesture to my vase, “You broke my vase! And you snitched on Junior!”

He looks down at his shoes to avoid eye contact and I roll my eyes before pointing at Junior, “You!” I watch his Adams apple bob up and down as he looks at me with fear in his eyes, “You get to clean it! Your idea which means you deal with the consequences!” He nods quickly before making a beeline for the towels.

I turn to Steve, and Danny looks smug as he waits for me to go off on Steve. I beckon him forward and he takes timid steps towards me. He looks at me with those big blue puppy eyes and any anger I had with him goes straight out the window.

As soon as he gets in arms reach I wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my face into his neck, “I love you.” He rubs his hand up and down my back before kissing the top of my head, “I love you too, baby.” I hear Danny scoff and mumble, “Oh sure he’s gets out of it because he’s got a pretty face.”

I pull away and glare at Danny, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” He looks at me with wide eyes and stutters, “Uh-uh, n-nothing?” I pull away from Steve and walk to the closet by the bathroom before grabbing what I was looking for. I waddle back to Danny and shove a broom, mop, and cleaning bucket into his arms, “There, since you said ‘nothing’ you can clean everything up.”

He looks up wide eyed, “But Junior?” I smile and click my fingers, “Ah, yes,” I smirk at Danny before yelling, “Junior you, Lilly, Steve, and I are going to go out and grab dinner!”

Junior appears out of the bathroom with an armful of towels and a confused face, “But the living room?” I smile and take the towels before shoving them on top of Danny’s already full arms before turning to Junior with a smile, “Oh don’t worry, Danny’s going to clean it up and then he’s going to mop the rest of the floors down here.”

Danny goes to protest but I throw him a glare making him shut his mouth. I notice Lilly giggling in the corner and shake my head with a smile, “Alright Lil, ready?” She nods before skipping to my side before latching onto my hand with a smile.

I sigh as I watch Steve eat a steak until he looks at me, “Babe, what’s wrong?” I pout and shake my head, “Nothin’.” He leans closer and rubs between my shoulder blades, “Don’t worry baby, a few more weeks and you can eat one too.” I nod and lean towards Lilly, “Everything good sweetheart?” She nods before taking a sip from her glass and I grab a napkin and wipe the ketchup off her cheek.

I feel tears fill my eyes as I watch Lilly and Junior messing around with each other. Steve frowns when he notices and pulls me closer, “Y/N/N? What’s the matter sweetheart?” I blink back tears before grabbing his hand, “She’s going to school in a couple of weeks, and then I’ll be home alone. I’m going to go back to being home alone and I’m going to miss her so much.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and rubs his hand up and down my bicep, “Baby, she’ll only be gone for a few hours, and you won’t be alone, you’ll have the McGarrett boys keeping you busy and she’ll be home before you know it.” That pushes me over the edge and I’m waddling outside for fresh air.

In less than a minute Steve is by my side with worry etched on his face, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

I feel tears streaming down my face and I choke on a sob as I shake my head and whisper, “What if I can’t do it?” He ran his hand through my hair before stepping in front of me and looking in my eyes, “Do what baby? What can’t you do?” I rub my stomach and look down at Steve’s combat boots, “The boys, our sons, what if I can’t do it on my own? What if I’m a horrible mother?” His eyebrows furrow and he cups my face with both of his hands, “Hey, where is this coming from? What’s going on?” I shrug and he sighs, “Y/N, you’re a fantastic mother. Lilly adores and loves you and so will the boys.”

My lip trembles and I sniffle, “But with Lilly, she was five, the hard part was over and the boys, they’ll be newborns and there’s going to be two of them. Not one, two. What if I wasn’t cut out for this?” He lightly scoffs and wipes my tears, “Y/N, we did not get Lilly when the hard part was over, darling, can’t you see the hard part is just beginning? She’s going to school she’s going to have friends but she’s also going to have people that aren’t so nice and that’s where you, her mother will come in. You are the one she’s going to run to when she needs help at school, that’s when your job really starts. Yeah, when the boys are born it’s going to be hard and you’re going to be tired but it’ll be worth it. You are the strongest and most amazing woman I have ever met and if anyone can do this, you can, and you won’t be alone, you’ll have me, and Danny, and Junior, and the rest of the team right by your side. Honey, the second you call we'll be there, I’ll be there. I love you and I will always be by your side and I can’t wait to see you be the best goddamn mother this world has ever seen.”

I cry harder at his words and I can sense his internal panic that he said something wrong and I grab his shirt, “It’s okay, I’m okay, it’s just, I love you so much.”

He pulls me into his chest seeming to realize my tears went from worry to love. I pull away and make eye contact with Steve before finally admitting what I’ve known for a couple weeks now, “I’m scared.” He rubs my back with concern lacing his features, “Why?”

“Childbirth, what if I can’t do it? What if I don’t have the energy or the ability?” He grabs my hips and frowns, “Stop it. Your body was literally designed for this. You’ll do fine, if your body wasn’t capable of birthing do you really think you would have made it this far along?” I chuckle and pull him into a kiss, “I’m so glad you’re my husband.”

“I’m so glad you’re my wife.”

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50 notes to unbox (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: Dan moves out of his parent's home to start university and his older lifelong best friend Phil is rather an efficient help when it comes to helping Dan unpack, as well as a regular visitor of Dan's studio. What happens when Phil stumbles upon Dan's piggy bank for university savings he crafted as a child and finds it a new purpose? What happens when the truth comes out when it's so needed?

OR an overly cute, long and coming of age multiple part one shot you better read now.

Anthropomorphic (ao3) - Sifi_Ducks

Summary: Just them getting drunk during lockdown

Designated Driver (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)

Summary: Pastel Dan runs into a drunk punk Phil at a party. Then they have sex.

drunk words are sober thoughts - danhasacrushonphil

Summary:  The opportunity of a life time comes in the form of Phil Lester actually showing up at a party, all tattoos and bright blue eyes. Dan’s been crushing on him for far too long, so getting the chance to play Never Have I Ever with his crush? Yeah, he can’t pass that one up. What could go wrong?

i don't know why (i can't keep my eyes off of you) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Starting a new university is hard enough without Phil having to convince his best friend PJ he doesn't have a crush on their other flatmate, Dan. He definitely does not have a crush on Dan.

i don't know you, but i would love to meet you (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It didn't work out with the guy at the bar, but Phil struggles to mourn his loss when the guy across the table won't stop staring at him.

I Wonder When We're Gonna Make It (ao3) - AnironSidh

Summary: When a new neighbor moves into the town that Daniel Howell has lived in his entire life and finds his safe spot in the town's vineyard, he will challenge Dan's view of himself and his town. Soon enough, they find themselves in an attraction nothing like Dan's ever known and one that those around them cannot understand. This may be Dan's only chance to escape and truly be himself. - A fic for a phandom reverse bang 2020 prompt in which Dan and Phil live near a vineyard, sneak grapes, drink stolen wine, and fall in love despite the times (1980s). Also, in which I project my love for queen onto Dan, because Muse doesn't exist yet and because I can.

Keep These Secrets In A Lie (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Dan and Phil are friends. But friends don't act the way they do.

knowing the way (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan meets phil at a party

based on the line in BIG, "trust me, i've known a lot of straight guys until a couple of drinks, some deep conversation and lingering eye contact, and suddenly they just start leaning in."

Les Règles du Jeu (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Games night at PJ's. Phil wants to play.

Misery and Malibu (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: Going home to Wokingham already made Dan miserable, but being around his old school friends is somehow worse, especially when Phil experiences firsthand the harsh words that were thrown at Dan all his life.

party poison (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan wants to get properly drunk on New Years to celebrate the end of a decade, things don't go exactly to plan because he's kinda dumb

Renewable Energy (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil hated working with each other since a bad business venture, now they are forced to do so again in America. They will need to team up and work together to beat the competition, but can they stop bickering long enough to do so?

something visual, not too abysmal (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Dan and Phil get ready for the late night, double feature picture show.

the man of my dreams (ao3) - mel_m_a_o

Summary: He first dreamed about this man maybe two months ago. The dream wasn’t really something out of the ordinary and Dan didn’t really remember what it was about, but it stuck out to him, because he wasn’t usually someone who remembered his dreams. He often thought he just doesn’t dream at all, but that certainly changed. He keeps dreaming about the same pale, black haired man and his bright eyes that make Dan wake up in a sweat. He starts to see the face everywhere all the time until he actually does.

vampires will never hurt you (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan is embarrassed by his mistake of a Halloween costume, but not everybody has such negative feelings towards it.

we have more in common than i thought (ao3) - manicpixieidiot

Summary; bad boy!dan has a bit of a secret crush on nerd!phil, and when grouped with him in class he uses the opportunity to convince him to come to a party. (what happens next will shock you!!) (not really, no shocks don't worry)

featuring a latin class, a party, becky&jessica, flustered drunk boys. and more softness than intended.

When the Weather Breaks (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Sitting across from Phil on that worn out velvet Starbucks sofa, sharing sickeningly sweet coffees and what they would like to think were hushed giggles, was the first time Dan felt a glimpse at what real love could feel like. or Perception checks, pining, and peppermint mochas.

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[kanmom51]

Hello kanmom

I'm going through a big dilemma right now. I'm from a conservative country and this whole being gay or gay relationships are new for me. But the thing I see between jikook is love which is so pure and something not everyone is lucky to have. So I'm very much supporting them not minding whether it's right or wrong.

But as I said, I'm coming from a place where everyone surrounding me thinks it's something against nature, should not happen or is worst than crime. They don't know about Jikook but when being gay is brought up all thinks it's a joke and something not worthy enough and they are not the level of the superior straights. My very educated friends, my parents and almost everyone thinks so.

When they are being homophobic I sometimes react and they feel offended saying 'why am I too concerned about some person not at all connected with me'. I'm feeling offended not because I'm attached to the person they are making fun of, but because of Jimin and Jk. I love them very much and I know people will similarly judge them and makes fun of them which makes me so sad. After hearing this from many places now I'm feeling like ' am I the wrong one here ?' Is it really as bad as people make it to be and judge them to be. Am I too blinded by Jimin and jungkook to not to see the negative side of being gay.

If there was nothing wrong in being gay then why most of population is against it ? If it was the same love in gay relationship then why people feels digusted by it ? I really don't know.

Hello anon. I feel for you. And I understand the struggle you are going through.

This is not an easy subject to talk about. And this post, it’s gonna be a little on the heavy side, readers be warned.

For the sake of this ask alone I will be talking about homosexuality and only homosexuality.  

I will also want to open by saying that perceptions are changing anon.  Even if they haven’t started to in your neck of the woods, they are in many other countries.

There are many religious people that do think differently, that don’t perceive homosexuality as a sin.

Pope Francis has weighed on it, saying that he thinks that same sex couples should be allowed to have recognized civil unions:

"Homosexual people have a right to be in a family...They are children of God and have a right to a family. Nobody should be thrown out or made miserable over it...What we have to create is a civil union law. That way they are legally covered.”

Sadly, even after saying the above, nothing has been done to change the church’s official position that homosexuality is a sin.

I'm not a religious person, never have been. I believe that the basis of religions may be positive, well some of it: love thy neighbour, respect your parents, be a good person, but the religious establishments, the power they seek and possess over the people, that is so wrong, in my opinion.  

And the views against homosexuality, well that comes exactly from those places. Control and power over the people.

Homosexuality anon, is part of nature, and happens in many species of animals. Homosexuality, attraction to men, is not a choice, it's something you are born with. 

There are so many articles and papers written by actual scientists on the matter.  All you need do is google it.

And it most definitely isn't a sin or dirty or wrong. It's just different. Being attracted to men rather than women is different, different than what most men are attracted to, as part of natures plan for procreation. And human society deeming it as wrong, as sinful, not allowed, well that is part of said control I was talking about - a man shall not waste their sperm, which is meant for procreation.

We find this in the bible, the holly book that set up the rules and laws for a new GROWING society, the Hebrews. There was kind of a logical reason for setting said rules in place. When you are trying to build a society, you want it to multiply and grow. 

And having to set said rules, laws, well that kind of teaches you something else anon, something that we can also find in art and writings from said period and after - homosexuality, m/m sex, it was something that was definitely happening at the time, if there was a need to outlaw it.

Setting these laws was not only to ensure procreation and growth of the society, but also to set them apart from other cultures and societies at that time.

The bible, Judaism, well that was the first of the 3 monotheistic religions and their beliefs were the basis for Christianity and Islam.

People think it’s a sin, say it’s dirty, because that’s what they have been told for so many years.  

And please don’t get me going on the sexual abuse, including by men of the cloth (from every single religion) towards young boys.  Men that have no problem to abuse their power and abuse young innocent children.  Same men that will stand up and in the sermon call out homosexuality.

Let’s talk about the 10 commandments, the 10 basic laws god gave upon humans, the 10 commandments that both Jews and Christians should abide by are:

You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain.

Remember to keep holy the Sabbath day.

Honor your father and your mother.

You shall not kill.

You shall not commit adultery.

You shall not steal.

You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.

You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife.

You shall not covet your neighbor’s goods.

These are the 10 big no-nos. Of which too many people, religious people, people that call homosexuality dirty and wrong and a sin, disobey. They steal from others, they cheat, they lie, they covet, omg do they covet what isn't theirs.

Another no no, one that finds it’s place in the bible, is that a man shall not waste their sperm (hence homosexuality being a sin).  But masturbation is most definitely considered a sin as well.  How about that?  How many of said men calling homosexuality a sin haven’t masturbated during their lives?

And yet, all these ‘sinners’ find it in them to bare judgement over 2 men that find love in each other?

2 consenting adults, regardless of their sex, being together, doing whatever they are doing together, without hurting anyone else - why is that a sin?  Why is that wrong or dirty?  

There are things that have been done in the name of god, that are beyond wrong or sinful.  Witch hunts, the crusades, the inquisition...

Me saying that those speaking in the name of god aren’t always right.  

So, to sum this nice little Ted talk, religions deeming something as wrong doesn't necessarily make it so, ahm. There are many rules and laws created by said religions that are being questioned now days, some accepted, some not.

And now to you being the odd one out, the one that thinks differently than the others, that's not an easy cross to bare (and I am using that reference on purpose here).  But you see, being the odd one out, the one to call out on society doing something wrong, while everyone else is doing that said thing, or everyone else believes otherwise, well, that most definitely doesn’t make you wrong.

There have been so many people over history that have stood up, called out cultures, societies, the religious establishment for their wrong doings.  They were the odd ones out, but history taught us that even though they were alone or in a minority, at the end of the day they were right.

Galileo - he paid with his freedom for it.  But he was right, not the church, not the majority.  He was considered a heretic for his views, his beliefs, that turned out to be the actual physical truth.

So anon, you being the odd one out, you being able to see that love is love is love...that might make you the odd one out, but it most definitely does not make you the wrong one !!!

#ask #anon

[anddreadful]

Some self-indulgent barely-coherent OC A/B/O AU thoughts from 1:30am last night, yes sorry I am nominally into this horny garbage, if you don’t know what A/B/O is don’t google it on a work computer:

Storm kings: I got attached to the idea of Theseus as an alpha who for some reason was incapable of going into rut (and lacked “normal” instinctual alpha aggression) long before we found out what his canon deal was, and the way that tracks with him being not a true alpha but an imperfect clone of one fuckin hits. (Theseus is perpetually SUPER relieved he doesn't turn meathead when he's angry or horny like some alphas tend to.) I always loved the idea of Theseus helping Marin (and eventually an extremely peeved Rekhein) through their breakthrough heats not sexually, but just by being a soothing presence— in my A/B/O lore I really like the idea that the scent/ close attention/ nonsexual physical touch of an alpha helps with a heat as much as sex with one. Rekhien would find cuddling with Theseus while miserably horny almost more mortifying than just fucking him, but Marin insists it isn’t weird, and none of them have boundaries with each other anymore anyway, and it DOES help, so whatever. The stormchasers give off huge polycule energy despite none of them sleeping together (canon).

Speaking of Rekhien, he’s an omega who disguises his scent and passes for Beta for most of the campaign, because male omegas sometimes get dunked on/ disrespected for it. It’s Marin who ferrets him out and eventually convinces him not to hide it anymore— and she’s correct that they’re powerful enough by that point for it not to matter. Marin is an omega who magically becomes an alpha when she becomes Voc Rocsha— designations work a little differently for the people of the purple rocks, given that they’re not bound by the same biological rules as most species; I sort of imagine that the current Voc Rocsha is the only alpha of her tribe at any point. (I don’t ascribe to reproductive organs/ designation correlation, FWIW/ this is a non-mpreg-focused set of worldbuilding choices, sorry. But we do have mating/ claiming bites because those are hot.)

She’s worried Kitro (alpha) won’t be as interested in her now that she’s not an omega, but he doesn’t care what she is and doesn’t understand why she thinks he would. Drow, it turns out, tend to be very designation-pairing agnostic compared to some surface cultures that lionize alpha/omega couplings.

And Phyn is a beta. The most beta beta to ever normie alongside his hormone-riddled friends.

COS: if your strahd is an omega, you are so correct and valid, but in our game, strahd is an extremely typical alpha, and as I would write a full AU, Barovia has what could be considered some regressive collective beliefs about designations. (Tatyana as an omega and her choosing beta Sergei over alpha Strahd would have made him sooooooooo mad, it's too juicy not to do.) I have always loved the idea of Ismark (omega! which is obviously one of the reasons people don’t respect him) pulling teddy aside in the manor like, ‘hey, just so you know, I know what we are isn’t a big deal where you come from, but here you need to be careful. It’s good that you’re traveling with two alphas so people won't mess with you.’

Hot take! One of those alphas is Nim. Nim has a strong presence and a huge streak of stoic self-sufficiency that screams alpha to me. more importantly, it makes her abandoning her human family that much more fucked up, and is another layer to the maternal abandonment baggage that Borakov takes SUPER personally, as he buys in hard to the alpha-as-protector cultural messaging (which is probably a Barovian thing much more than an elf thing, to be fair to Nim)

Rahadin is a beta, but has some very weird and yikes ideas about designation and social hierarchy— as far as he’s concerned, part of Strahd’s absolute right to rule is simply that he’s The Strongest Alpha. Rahadin isn’t sexuaally interested in omegas because they “need” alphas, which he’s very matter of fact about not being, and Betas are fine, but what he really gets off on is putting “undeserving” alphas in their place. Hence his initial thing for being mean in a horny way to Nim, world’s least trad alpha. And if he's developing bigger feelings, well, maybe Rahadin can have a little unresolved cognitive dissonance about nim's alpha qualities (better than initially assessed, possibly leadership material) vs how much he likes domming her, as a treat.

Teddy and Borakov are, regrettably, the most obvious m/f alpha/omega trad-gender-shit-on-steroids heterosexual nonsense pairing ever committed to fiction. Just extremely classic territorial scenting protective horny bullshit. Sorry to everyone in Barovia.

Teddy goes into heat halfway through the campaign, in vallaki (she’s about four months out from her last dose of military-grade suppressants and hasn’t had a heat since she presented as a teenager, so it’s not pretty). Ismark kicks Borakov out of the entire building when it becomes obvious what’s happening. Strahd can’t get to her for some contrived reason but is sending her dreams telling her to leave the inn where she’s holed up to come find her alpha— unfortunately for Strahd, as far as her addled little brain is concerned, Borakov is her alpha. She sneaks out and finds Bork at the burgomaster’s manor and moves the Bork/ teddy sexual timeline up significantly. Everyone else is baffled that heat!teddy managed to secretly engineer her way out of the upper floor window of the inn while barely able to stand upright, but getting laid is a powerful motivator. For convoluted emotional reasons, Borakov refuses to claiming-bite her ~for her own good, which teddy takes very personally and becomes one of the reasons she later agrees to marry strahd, who is clear that he DEFINITELY wants to bite her for MULTIPLE reasons (and does).

Denethor is a beta. The consorts are a random assortment of designations. Doru is an omega and Miranda is a beta. Ez is a beta, Ireena an alpha, Kasimir an alpha but In An Elf Way. Van richten is drenched in suppressants and scent blockers, so good luck figuring that one out. The soulless inhabitants of Barovia don’t have designations— not even beta. They have no scents at all, which is unnerving.

Inspired by a Six of Crows ABO fic with really great worldbuilding, I was at one point brainstorming world-specific terms for "alpha" and "omega"-- I had loosely settled on "Volk" and "Ovechka" which translate to wolf and lamb in "old barovian". who doesn't love a hunting/ consumption motif for relationships in vampireland!

World torn: safiya is an alpha. Bo is a beta. Faraday is an omega and on some very strong magical suppressants. I go back and forth on tailor but I think I’d go with beta (but attracts so many omegas to his orbit you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise). Chess is an omega and slutty about it but extremely proficient in designation-fuckery magic— ever wanted to try being an alpha? They have something for that behind the bar at Cerise.

Brin is an omega. Most of the jacks officers are alphas. Nera Thorn was a beta who wore the most ghastly fake alpha scent you can imagine. Designations can affect how you get treated in some planes— fae tend to favor omegas and are more prone to tricking alphas, for example.

Unearthed remnants: Sev is a robot, so he does not have a designation. Clay is a beta (though depending on how his deal shakes out, I might make him an alpha who's disguising himself as a beta to support his 'bland' persona. I am not entirely convinced 'clay' is even his real name in actual canon) Aster is an omega and thinks the whole thing is stupid. Eon is a beta and Trollack is an alpha.

the end, if you read all this, wow, I am really impressed and sorry

#ABO #I love tumblr I couldnt post this goofy shit anywhere else

[lifegetslifeyasfuck]

Situationships: A beginning or an excuse?

Situtaionships. Urban Dictionary states “Let’s just chill, have sex, and be confused on the fact that we are not together but have official emotions for each other” Which is more or less the perfect explanation. I assume that a majority of us can resonate with this. I mean I sure the fuck can. There are two parts to this for me. I have felt used because of situationship. Feeling like I really liked this person but I was lacking something for them and I could tell they were actively looking for another person which hurt and made me feel less than. But I have also been on the other side of this were someone was lacking for me and did something to flat out annoy me. Cause it’s like sometimes they are so fucking awesome, the sex is great but then they do something like sing off beat or turn on fucking Taylor Swift or always try to one up me and then it’s like yeah this is always going to be a situationship get the fuck out of my face. I am the type of person who falls very quickly and have all these deep emotions but then I remember, I am a very picky woman and I think that’s why a lot of my encounters end up being a situationship and then they don’t last. So when the spark starts to dim and we want to be done with it but at the same time don’t want to be done with it, what happens next?

Relationships are extremely hard. Yes, knowing there is a strong connection, so much love and laughter is extremely fulfilling. However, when it comes down to it, it’s so much more than that. The hard part is communication and compromise. Neither of those things just get fixed. It is going to be a recurring battle through the entire relationship. Just typing this stresses me out. I am not only picky about what I need from someone but I am picky about the simplest things. I do not want to cuddle when it’s time for bed. Do not fucking wake me up, I will wake up when I wake up. I will wear whatever clothes I want. I have to sleep with my night light on. My pillows and blankets will be set up a certain way for bed time. My bed will be made a certain way. I will decorate. I do not want to listen to your shit music every day. I will more than likely take up the entire closet so you will have to find somewhere for your clothes. If you don’t know the words to the song then don’t try and fake it. DO NOT ever say some shit like “your animals like me better” And last, the most important, know when to use there, their and they’re. Know when to use your and you’re. 

Then there are the big things. Respect all boundaries I set, do not make me your world, make sure we are able to have separate lives at times, do not try to control me in any way, understand that my mental health has a ways to go, don’t flaunt it in my face that you have a career and I am a struggling musician. Have a true conversation with me and don’t just blow it off with an “i’m sorry”. Don’t ask me to fake being a republican or religious to appease your family. Communication is doable for me. Compromise, not so much. But at the same time, maybe I just haven’t met the person I am able to do both for. I am really basing that off the last fucker I dated. My point here is, are we lying to ourselves about what we are doing in a situationship? I know my excuses have been, "no I just want a hot girl summer", "it’s just not the right timing yet", etc. So where does that leave us?

Excuses vs. timing. There really is something to be said about it being the right person but the wrong timing and that could be for any reason. As for the excuse side of things. Are we just holding on to someone because we love them and we really don't want them to go but deep down know that there are so many differences and conflicts that at the end of the day, it's not going to work. That has been the case for me before. I have actually stayed in an official relationship that I was miserable being in because I wasn't ready to let them go. "I don't want them but I also don't want anyone else to have them" It has been so hard for me to let people go at times but once I am on the other side it feels so good to be free from a situation I thought would never end. So let's ask ourselves. Where is this going? What are my intentions? What do I want? Do I see this person in my life five years from now? Do I want them in my life five years from now?

What does your situationship mean to you?

My advice? Fuck that shit. Don't waste your time on someone or something unless you know you want them, no questions asked. If that's not the case, have sex and leave your feelings at the door.

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[littlesecretdiary]

Okay so I wanna talk about why I've been feeling insecure. Apart from just the not having sex thing, which has, you know, really impacted my self esteem, I've been feeling insecure because I feel like I'm being excluded from your hangouts with Nichole.

I'm not asking to be there like every time or anything!!!!!!! But I really would like to spend time with her, and she's really not ever available for me (she doesn't ever text me and almost every single one of our 1:1 plans have fallen through, but she quite literally is at your apartment multiple times a week lol, so that feels pretty shitty for me), and I know I've expressed that to you AND I've also said I would really like to be included in your hangouts before, and that also hasn't happened, except for accidentally.

For example, the other night when I didn't know she was over and I asked if I could run up to kiss you, and you said yes, I could come up, Nichole was there, whatever, but instead you came downstairs (I know to get your DQ but hear me out) and even though I did, yes, get what I asked for (kisses and a little bit of attention), I also got further excluded that night. I didn't get even the option to say hi to Nichole, and it felt like I was purposefully being left out again. I was really sad about it.

And again, I really, really don't have to be involved every single damn time, but literally just one invitation would change this whole thing for me. Also, I know I already talked with you about feeling like she maybe doesn't like me, and I know you said that isn't true, but part of me still worries that it is, and that I really was the reason for her leaving early on the day I accidentally crashed your plans.

I really didn't mean to stay, I was going to leave before she got there, but then she got there and I couldn't leave without making it awkward, and I felt so fucking uncomfortable because conversation felt forced and weird and I felt like I was interrupting or intruding on your time together or something.

I know you said her leaving early wasn't related to me being there, but I still feel like she was uncomfortably surprised that I was there when she came over, and I kinda feel like you don't really always want me around while she's over, too, which sucks. And of course you guys hung out the next day again anyway bc she left early the day prior, and that also felt like you were redoing your hangout because I was there, which wasn't your plan, and that felt pretty miserable too.

And I know I can't expect your attention all of the time, but when you hang out with her you don't really reply to my messages as often as you usually do either, and when that happens I feel like I'm being ignored, or like I'm bothering you when you're preoccupied.

Also.....on my really bad day (this last Saturday), I was hurting a lot too because there was a point where we were talking about my Big Sads, and you invited me to come up when she left (which like..... I really don't like that the only type of invitation I get when she comes over is "come up when she's gone"), and then you didn't follow through with that either. I wasn't going to ask to come upstairs you know? Like. I felt like such a burden that night, and I felt so unwanted and isolated and insecure, and I really kind of felt like I needed to see you and get reassurance and comfort, and I stayed up for.......longer than I'd like to admit hoping you would ask me to come up. But you forgot, maybe, or assumed I was asleep or something idk what, and I felt so so so small.

I've wanted so badly to talk about this with you, but I'm afraid to, even still. I don't want to be an issue. I don't want to upset you. I don't want to be misunderstood....and I really don't want to be the kind of person who makes you feel like you need to put more restrictive boundaries on what you do or who you do it with. I don't want you to feel like you have to limit your time with Nichole because I've been struggling with my own dumb insecure shit. I don't want to make myself into a problem for you and/or her.

I also don't want to feel like I'm not important or am unwanted because you're too busy with your best friend (who, let's face it, is fucking gorgeous so I already struggle with feelings of jealousy and insecurity about that bc she's so fucking pretty and I'm.....me......... and this is pure insecurity talking, but I don't really know what you see in me in the first place and watching the two of you interact makes me wonder why you don't date her, even though I'm sure there are reasons........... but this also reminds me of the time you told me "even her parents are on Team Kevin" and want you two to date...... And like. Fucking OUCH. That honestly completely crushed me but I couldn't say anything about it because Jesus Christ I don't want to be the jealous girlfriend......).

I'm sorry that this is a lot. And I'm sorry that I feel this way. I've been feeling so guilty and shitty and small for feeling jealous. I feel mean and cruel and ugly for it. I feel so sad and so anxious to talk to you about it because one, I don't want to hurt or upset you and two, I don't want to be like your ex, and I worry that saying anything about Nichole will feel like I'm attacking your relationship with her.

The last thing I want to say is that I am trying to not give a fuck that she stayed overnight the night it stormed (like I get it and I understand why), but waking up to a message from you saying you were getting breakfast for the two of you made me wanna fall through the damn ground, and it caused all sorts of intrusive worry thoughts to spawn.

I trust you and I respect you and I don't think you would do anything to hurt me intentionally, but also I would have liked to know that she was staying overnight. Not like I need to give you fucking permission for that or anything but it would have been nice to know that it was happening? I don't know. Maybe I would've handled it worse if I'd known, I really don't know.

Again, I'm really sorry about this. I know it's a lot and it's probably frustrating and brings up some uncomfortable stuff for you. I don't want to feel shitty and insecure, and I think the longer I don't say this, the more insecure I'm gonna get. I love you so much and I'm really sorry. I've felt like a bad girlfriend and just a bad person lately because I've been harboring all this shit. I've been so scared to talk about it. I don't want to be dramatic I don't want to be overwhelming and I don't wanna be a bitch. I'm just struggling and I'm really sorry. I hope you understand.

#putting this here bc it has to go somewhere or ill die