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whlfchn · 1 year

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kitten ~ lee know

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

rating: 18+!!!

genre: smut, consensual hate sex, dom!lee know

synopsis: you two never got along and would always push each others buttons which normally would drive one another mad with rage... so why cant you simply walk away this time? why do you hate each other almost as much as you want each other?

warnings: degradation, words like whore and slut are used, some nipple play, oral (fem! and male! receiving), rough sex, slight spanking, choking, very little bondage, orgasm denial, mature language, hate sex

authors note: this is my first attempt at writing hate sex! I usually write fluffy smut, but I wanted to challenge myself and write some rough sex that still had some good backstory. I might make this into a friends with benefit series or enemies to lovers in the future, but im not sure yet haha

!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ only! by reading more you consent to being 18+ and to nsfw content and take all responsibility!

Your warm body is leaning on the cold backyard railing as your thoughts are drowned out by the loud music. Finding yourself fading into the background as you sit back and observe. Tonight you found yourself getting dragged into attending a stupid college party.

You were never one to attend such events, but your best friend was a socialite and finally managed to drag you away from your solitude and to a party.

You were polar opposites. She was funny, beautiful, positive, and got along with everyone. Not to be cocky, but you were very good looking as well. On the other hand you weren't as social and liked to keep to yourself. Your main focus was school and your career. Not finding the time and energy for things that didn't contribute to your needs.

You were a junior in college. A dance major to be exact. At a very young age you learned the hardships of life and didn't feel like you fit in anywhere. It wasn't until one day that you went with your family to this annual festival you heard so much about. There were many attractions, but the dance performances are what altered your life. You had never seen something as breathtaking as what you witnessed that day. The way that each movement melted into each other. Graceful yet powerful movements to each beat. The way that each dancer interpreted the song differently and how they told a story with their bodies. At that very young age, you saw those performances and knew who and what you wanted to be.

You met your best friend in middle school. You were both attending the same school and dance classes. Fate you would say. She came at a time of need. A lot of people had let you down, but no matter your differences she never gave up on you and has always been there for you. She was your one and only true friend even after all these years.

Unluckily for you, she was just as stubborn as you could be and managed to drag you to a party tonight. You liked to have fun from time to time, but midterms were coming up so you've been at your dorm studying and at the dance studio non stop. It took all day for your best friend to convince you to tag along.

So here you were, alone on the backyard porch watching your best friend take shot after shot having the time of her life. You had a few drinks earlier in the night and were tipsy but nowhere near drunk.

Leaning against the railing you dig into your purse and pull out your box of cigarettes. Taking one out and putting the tip in your mouth.

“Smoking is a terrible habit for a dancer kitten.”

“Fuck off and leave me alone,” you muttered while digging into your purse to find your lighter.

You knew that voice and nickname all too well. It was none other than the “legendary” Lee Know. The senior that everyone talked about. There was no denying he was an amazing dancer and sculpted by the gods, but it was his personality you found to be quite sour.

A hand and lighter came into your view. Too tired to find your own lighter you inhale and allow him to light it for you. Nicotine and smoke soon fill your lungs. As you take the cigarette out of your mouth smoke slowly slips from your lips.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him light his own cigarette.

“I thought smoking was a terrible habit for dancers?”

“It is.”

You scoff at his short and blunt response. You two never got along. Both fueled by rage from each other's presence.

He was in a dance crew that consisted of a couple of your classmates. Stray Kids is what they called themselves. Freshman and sophomore year you had heard a lot about him from the girls in school. Mostly about his visuals and bad boy reputation, but that never intrigued you. It was his dancing that drew you in. You first laid your eyes on him at your freshman school orientation. All the departments had performances lined up for the incoming freshmen. The dance department had lots of performances, but he stood out from the rest. Everyone was amazed by his looks, but for you it was the way he moved, the way he hit every beat, and the way he lost himself to the music.

Your best friend was friends with what felt like the whole world and often dragged you to hang out with them. On this particular day it was the beginning of your junior year and you were told by your bestie that you would be hanging out with the boys in your major. Those boys were a part of the group called Stray Kids. You also heard Lee Know would be tagging along. This excited you since you would finally be able to meet the man you heard so much about and admired the first two years of college. Although you didn't know him personally you looked up to him as he was hands down one of the best dancers you laid your eyes on. But as the saying goes, never meet your heroes!

All the boys seemed cool and chill, except for the man, the myth and the legend Lee Know. He was cold and cocky from day one and picked on you any chance he got. You had no clue what you did to get on this man's bad side, but the feeling of disappointment and anger fueled you anytime you laid your eyes on him. Reminding you that solitude was all you ever needed. With the exception of your best friend of course.

“You look… different,” he says, eyes trailing up and down your frame. Body covered in a short black dress that complimented your shape.

You choose to ignore him and take more drags from your cigarette.

“Looks like your friend is drunk as fuck,”

“So are yours,” you say, looking over to his friend group that are the loudest in the party.

He laughs and leans on his side to face you. You sigh and do the same to finally get a good look at the man disturbing your peace.

Your eyes scan him up and down. There was no denying this man was heaven sent. He was extremely good looking. It made you feel sick how someone could be so hot, but such a pain in the ass. He was wearing all black. Black cargos that adorned his thick thighs nicely with a black leather belt holding them up. A black shirt tucked in with a zipper in the middle going all the way down. Open halfway showing part of his chest and drawing attention to the black choker he had on.

“Like what you see kitten?”

“Fuck you”

“Right now?, In front of all these people?” he says, smirking and lifting a brow cockily.

“Look kitten, thanks for the offer, but I'm not that bored and you're not that lucky,” he chuckles, taking another drag from his cigarette.

All you could do was look at him dumbfounded and laugh at the words that just left his mouth.

“Tch… as if I would offer you such a great time. Trust me, you can't handle me,” you say, smirking back at the man that looks taken aback by what you said.

Not one word is said back. You take this as your cue to finally get away from him and be on your way now that you're done with your cigarette and would like some peace before this ends in another huge argument if continued. You start walking away, but you barely make it a few steps before he speaks up.

“I can handle you,” he says, voice low, barely audible.

You stop in your tracks, you slowly turn around and raise your eyebrow.

“You? Handling me? Well from what I hear, you wouldn't be any good at it and I have standards,” you chuckle in disbelief.

He quickly flicks his cigarette to the ground and stomps on it before making his way to you. Stopping only inches away from you. He grabs your face aggressively and looks into your eyes with such rage and a dark aura surrounding him. Tensions rising, air getting denser, and your body growing hotter by the second. He slowly brings his mouth next to your ear.

“You say a lot of mean things kitten. Why don't we put that pretty mouth of yours to better use?,” he whispers.

Fuck it. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, the warmth from the cigarette, or honestly how long it's been since you’ve had sex. But maybe fucking the guy that hates you as much as you hate him will satisfy you both. Using him for your sexual pleasure didn't sound so bad.

“If you insist”

“What?,” he says, eyes widening in disbelief.

You get out of his grasp and turn around and walk towards the door on the porch that leads into the house. Hand hovering over the doorknob as you turn around and find him in the same spot staring at you.

“Are you coming or not? I can always ask that hot friend of yours. Chan was his name right? He probably knows how to satisfy a girl better than you ever have” you say, acting all innocent. You could swear his eyes turned even darker as he finally started moving in your direction.

You giggle at how easy it was to get him riled up. Quickly turning the doorknob and entering the house, heading upstairs. Footsteps following closely behind you. As you reach the second floor you slow down and look around trying to find which room you should pick.

“This room,” he says, turning the handle and entering with such ease. Flipping on the switch as you follow behind.

The light illuminates the wide, almost empty space. A king sized bed centered with a couch on the opposite wall. One dresser and one desk adorning small details. Balcony doors on the opposite end of the room.

Lee Know walked straight to the desk grabbing a bottle of alcohol, two cups, and started pouring drinks. You close and lock the door behind you and walk in his direction.

“Stealing alcohol? Are you always such an inconsiderate asshole? I don’t even know whose house we are in,” you say, reaching the desk and leaning against it, crossing your arms watching his every movement. He slides a glass of alcohol over to you and brings his own up to his pink lips taking a long sip staring into your eyes from above the rim.

“No need to be such a brat. Just shut up and drink. I know the owners,” he scoffs, taking another big sip, mimicking your position, and leaning against the desk only inches away from you. You take the glass he slid over and take a sip. Feeling the much needed warmth and burning down your throat.

“And who would that be?,” you say, taking another sip.

“My parents,” he says casually, causing you mid-sip to choke and start coughing, taken aback by his blunt response and revelation.

“Already choking kitten? We haven't even started”

Fed up with his little comments, you quickly chug the rest of your drink forgetting about the revelation that this was his house and slam the cup on the table before looking at him with such irritation.

“Not even fucking close, but why don't you come over here and make me? Or I'll just call Chan over and let him handle what you never could”

His eyes widened and mouth twitched in rage. In a split second he slammed his own cup down on the table and next thing you know his lips are on yours. His hands roughly grab at your ass as yours quickly find their way to his hair. Nails digging into his hair and pulling on his locks.

Kissing hard, teeth clicking, tongues rolling over each other and fighting for dominance. You break the kiss and bite his bottom lip tugging on it harshly, almost breaking the flesh. He crushes his lips back on yours in an instant and harshly grabs both thighs and lifts you onto the desk in front of him.

One hand harshly landing on your neck choking you in just the right spot while the other lands on your inner thigh shoving it further open. The cold breeze felt on your now wet panties that were on full display. Dress riding up, legs wide open, all for the man you hate but want to fulfill all your fantasies.

“Tch, little fucking slut, letting me see you like this, so desperate for my touch.” he says, hand tightening on your neck as the other goes to grab your hair harshly making you look up at him in the eyes.

You laugh and bite your lip staring right back at him.

“You're all bark and no bite”

“Trust me kitten, I know how to bite, but the question is can you handle it?”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me already” you say, growing even more frustrated, just wanting release.

You thought his stare couldn't grow any darker but god were you wrong. He quickly takes his hands out of your hair and off your neck and grabs you roughly by the thighs as your hands go on his shoulder and he walks you over to the bed and then throws you on it.

Now on your back leaning up on your arms as your legs are spread open for the man in front of you. He slowly takes off his belt and sets it down next to your leg. He then proceeds to slowly zip down his shirt revealing abs and a hot scar you didn't know he had. Hands going to his zipper but stopping in its tracks when he looks at you and tilts his head.

“Be a good girl and take off your clothes right now kitten,” he says coldly.

“Why don't you come over here and make me?”

He quickly hovers over you grabbing you by the face, fingers tracing your swollen lips harshly.

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god,” he mutters.

“Or what? What are you going to do? Don't threaten me with a good time,”

“You're in trouble now,” he says before grabbing the bottom of your dress and raking it up your body with so much force you swore it ripped before he flung it across the room leaving you in your lace set.

“Look at you all dolled up. Such a fucking whore. Just waiting for someone to fuck you senseless so you can shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he says cupping your wet cunt. A moan leaving your mouth instantly.

He starts kissing and biting on your neck marking you up. Leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your breasts. Kissing and sucking your hardened nipples through the thin material of your lace bra. Hands slipping under your back as you lift yourself and it's off in no time. His tongue nipping and biting your nipple as the other hand twists and squeezes on the other causing intoxicating pain that you wanted more of. It hurt so bad, but felt so good. Moans leaving your lips as he starts to divert his attention further downwards to your throbbing cunt.

Teeth pulling down the lacy material leaving you completely bare. You barely have time to think as fingers are buried inside of you.

“Fuck.”

He starts pumping in and out curving his fingers filling you up. His tongue soon meets your clit, flicking the sensitive flesh rapidly. His other hand is making its way to your throat and squeezing tightly. He nibbles on your flesh between licks leaving you a cursing and moaning mess. Lee Know going at a brutal pace as his hand is tight on your throat making you feel light headed and dizzy. Drunk off this feeling alone. Chasing your release you grab his hair and tug it harshly bringing him even closer to your core as the other hand cups his own hand on your throat trying to tighten it even more if it was possible.

“ri-right there, fu-fuck,”

As you are about to become undone the pace slows down and he shifts off of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“Such a filthy slut thinking it would be that easy. You only cum when I tell you too,” he rasps while getting off the bed and quickly taking off his pants and boxers. His hard glistening length bouncing up. Leaving him completely bare as he grabs his black leather belt hovering over you shoving fingers in your mouth. You quickly suck on them and lick them teasing him as he bites his lips in satisfaction. You bite on his fingers harshly getting him out of his trance. Causing him to hiss in pain and grab you by the face again.

“Be a good little slut and get on your knees.”

He lets go of your face and you quickly get on all fours. Face down, back arched, ass up. In a quick second he twists both of your arms behind your back. Quickly tying them with his belt. Your legs falter a bit not having your arms to hold you up.

“Since you want to be in charge and get all grabby without permission, how about we do it like this instead?” he asks while his hands knead your ass, spreading them wider, and teasing you.

“I want you inside of me… now,” you whine.

“Since you asked so nicely,”

His tip pokes your entrance, slowly burying his hard length inside of you. So long and thick it's almost unbearable.

“Fuck,” he moans, digging his fingers into your waist.

“So fucking tight.” he says, hand smacking your ass with so much force. Hissing from the pain as he starts slamming his hips into you. His hard length massages your inner walls. Sounds of smacking flesh and moans bouncing off the wide almost empty room.

Pounding into you at a merciless rhythm. Face being pounded into the mattress as his hips strike your ass at a brutal pace. Skin heating up and breath hitching as he fucks you into oblivion. Only thinking of the way he fills you up so well.

A fire filling your abdomen and nerves on fire. You feel yourself losing composure.

“ju-just like th-that. Harder… I-Im close,” you practically scream out.

“fu-fuck. you wanna cum kitten? you wanna cum on my fat cock? such a fucking whore? cumming on the cock of a man she hates? cum on me kitten,”

Your muscles tense, walls fluttering around his cock, as you bite on the bed sheets to suppress your loud moans as you climax.

Over stimulating your swollen cunt as he still fucks into you frantically. One hand lifting off your waist and going to your wrists undoing the belt and setting your arms free. The same hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and lifting your back flush with his as his hips don't stop rocking into you.

“Turn around for me. I want you to see my face while I fuck you senseless so that next time you let some one fuck you, you’ll never forget that the man you hate so fucking much is the only one that can fuck you this good. And so I can see how good im making you feel so every time you open that loud fucking mouth of yours and talk back I’ll remember just how undone I can get you.”

He lets go of your hair and pulls out of your swollen cunt. Still in a daze you turn around and lay down on your back, legs wide open for him. Hovering over you he slams himself back into you. Moaning and grunting at the pleasurable pain. One hand grabs you by the throat as the other holds onto your waist.

Hips snapping and his hard length quickly hit all those sweet spots. Making you flutter against him causing breathy moans and grunts to leave his mouth.

“sl-slut. letting me fuck you like this. le-letting me ruin you. gonna cum? on my cock? li-like a good little slut?”

Just with those words alone it drives you over the edge. Mouthwatering, intoxicating, and numbing clouds of pleasure take over and you become undone once again on his cock.

“What a good little slut. Cumming just for me.”

“Fuck you”

He laughs still pounding into you.

“Sounds like you might actually hate me, kitten. How about you show me how much you really do hate me.”

“Slap me”

Taken aback by his request and the over stimulation on your swollen cunt all you do is bite your lip and look at the man with confusion evident on your face

“I said… hit me kitten.”

Silence.

“Tch. What are you scared of? I knew you were boring. I should of fucked your best friend inste..” sentence interrupted by the brute force of your hand on his cheek.

“fu-fuck you.” he moans loudly, clearly turned on. Breathing loudly as his thrusts get sloppy.

He quickly takes himself out of your cunt and stays on his knees moving to hover his length over your face and frame.

“Fuck kitten. Looks like there really is more to you then you let on huh? Now put those pretty lips of yours to better use like you promised, yeah?”

You lift yourself up as much as you can with his body still entrapping you in. Licking his tip and slowly starting to suck before quickly picking up the pace. Making eye contact as saliva starts running down your chin. His hand coming up and holding the back of your head guiding you as he bucks his hips. His breathing getting even heavier as he brings up his other hand holding your head still as he fucks your mouth. Thrusting his hips at a fast pace. His long length hitting the back of your throat. Choking and eyes watering as you give him what he wants. Getting turned on all over again at how much he's enjoying your warm wet mouth around his length.

His hips shake as he finishes in your mouth. Swallowing every single drop.

“Fuck kitten. Might have to do this again. Only way I can get you to be quiet.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you say as you clean yourself up. You get changed leaving without another word not wanting to look at him any longer.

You weren't sure what would happen next, but two things you’re sure of is that you still hate him and wouldn't mind him fucking the shit out of you again.

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

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ggukiepie · 11 months

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girl in luv (boy in luv pt. 6)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook finally tells you what you've been wanting to hear for so long...but you're still not happy

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst (what's new), fluff, happy ending !!!, kissing hihi

wc: 3.5k

a/n: lmaoooo hi im sorry this took so long. i didn't like what i originally wrote so i scrapped the whole thing and well here it is! i hope u guys like it. this is the last part for the series. tho i do plan to post some drabbles here and there (like their first time together maybe) but no promises anw thats its bye happy reading !!!! series masterlist / main masterlist

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Your phone suddenly buzzes—someone was calling you. Though, instead of answering it, you stuff your phone between your couch cushions to block out the noise. You don’t dare look at your screen, sure you’ll get tempted to answer the call—whoever that was. You haven’t got much social interaction these days, always choosing to go straight home after each class, eating by yourself, declining invites to parties and hangouts. It’s not like anyone’s forcing you to be this way. You did this to yourself, really. You’d rather be alone than hangout with people. You didn’t have the energy to do so. You just wanted to be in your bubble a little bit longer.

Deep down, you know you’re craving to talk to someone. Anyone. But somehow you always end up alone. With your thoughts.

Self-sabotage, if you will.

The thoughts don’t help either. Your mind always drifts to Jungkook. Sometimes you think about him and his girlfriend. Most of the time, you think of your friendship. You missed what you had, even though you had to guard your heart every time, even if you got your hopes up at the simplest of actions. You missed being with Jungkook because for the time you were with him, he felt like he was…yours? There was no doubt that you were his. Had been from the start but didn’t realize it till later on. Your heart always craved for him, yearned for him when he wasn’t with you. Your heart felt lighter when you were together, be it doing the most mundane of things or sharing a special moment.

If you could just toughen up and tell him how you feel. But it was easier said than done. He already indirectly rejected you when he got together with some girl. But why would he reject you if he never knew how you felt? Maybe you were too busy protecting your heart, protecting the friendship you might lose if you would’ve confessed. You never thought he’d feel the same, even though you had moments that felt like he did.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You try to focus on writing the essay in front of you. Your Friday nights felt different now—stuck doing homework while your friends were partying.

You’re finally two pages deep when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You check the time on your laptop and see it’s a little past one in the morning. You suddenly rush to open your door, scared that you’d get a noise complaint all of a sudden.

You stand frozen, mouth agape at the scene in front of you.

“Huh?” you dumbly say.

It’s your three closest friends in your doorway. Jimin and Taehyung are somewhat conscious—at least they’re standing upright. But you notice the sway in their stance and you can smell the alcohol off of them. But it’s Jungkook between them that makes you freeze. He’s passed out, you’re sure of it, and the only reason why he’s sort of standing up is because Jimin and Tae have his arms around their shoulders.

“Why are you guys here?” you finally say.

It’s Taehyung who speaks up, smiling that smile he has when he wants something to go his way. When he has a plan that you might say no to (which you usually do). “Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, as if you’d confuse him with anyone else, “is drunk.”

“I can see that,” you deadpan.

“And!” Tae rushes to say, like you’re about five seconds from shutting the door in their faces. “He kept asking for you. So we are simply complying with his request.”

“Because we are great friends,” Jimin pipes in. Taehyung nods in confirmation.

“Me?” you whisper, as if Taehyung were referring to anyone else. Your mind isn’t any better than his drunk one at this point.

“Yes!” Jimin whisper shouts. “Now let us in, he’s kinda getting heavy.”

Jungkook makes an incoherent sound from where his head is leaning on Tae’s shoulder, drool making a wet patch on the poor guy’s shirt. You take pity on your best friend and step aside to let in all of them, even though your heart’s racing because Jungkook is in your apartment.

Holy shit.

You watch them bring his unconscious body to your couch (they actually drop Jungkook and giggle all the way to your door, saying their goodbyes without looking back).

You huff at the sight in front of you. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed red and he’s a little bit sweaty. Though, he looks so peaceful sleeping on your couch. Was he really looking for you?

You get a glass of water and two aspirins, placing it on the coffee table near him. The moment you near him, you kneel by his head and wipe the stray hairs on his forehead. You look at Jungkook, like really look at him. His eyebrows are scrunched together like something’s troubling him in his dreams. His lips are in a slight pout, lip ring glistening under your light (when did he get that, anyway?), little puffs of air coming out his mouth.

“Am I…” he mumbles. Your heart races. His eyes are still closed, but his mouth continues to move. “Am I at ____’s?”

Your heart seizes at the sound of your name. You gulp and nod slowly, then realize that he can’t hear you. “Yeah…” you trail off. “You’re in my living room.”

“Oh,” your best friend says as his eyebrows scrunch up some more. “Missed you.”

You sit back on the floor and hug your knees to yourself, preparing for whatever it is that he might say next. A drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, right?

“Jimin and Tae said you were looking for me?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles. “Wanted to… tell you somethin’”

You shake your head. Though your heart yearned to know, you also do know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s drunk. He might just regret his words now the next morning, which might even hurt worse than what he’s about to say. “Save it for tomorrow, Kook.” You push yourself off the floor but he stops you by holding your wrist, albeit weakly.

“Nuh uh…” he whispers. “Need to know…now. Broke up with Jiwoo.” He opens his eyes slightly and looks at you right away.

“Jungkook—”

“Like,” he continues to say, “I did it for you.”

You feel your anger rising, your body heating everywhere. “I didn’t tell you to do anything,” you firmly say.

Jungkook moves to sit up and you take a step back. “No,” he shakes his head slowly. “Jus’ didn’t feel right.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you finally walk to your bedroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. You block out the sounds of Jungkook weakly calling out your name. Your fists clench in anger, the words Jungkook just uttered replaying in your head over and over. He couldn’t just dump his problems, turn around the narrative and make it seem like you made him break up with Jiwoo. That you asked him to end things with her because it didn’t feel right. And he forced himself into your home, your personal space—and drunk at that! He knew all your weak spots and used it to his advantage.

You hope he’d be gone in the morning. You don’t think your heart can hurt any more.

You hear pans clinking which promptly wakes you up. You weren’t able to sleep that much, actually, knowing Jungkook was right outside your room. You guess he stayed in the morning. He’s either cooking in your kitchen, or someone’s trying to steal your pans.

Rubbing your eyes as you open your bedroom door, you spot Jungkook by the stove with his back turned to you. He seems to be making scrambled eggs—which is the only thing he can make confidently.

“Morning,” you say. You might as well clear the air as early as now. You watch his back tense for a millisecond before he turns off the stove and sets the pan on your dining table. He turns to face you and brings a hand up to brush his hair back, a nervous tick of his that you noticed a few years back.

“Good morning,” he mumbles.

“So,” you start.

It’s so awkward you might cry again. When did things get this out of place? You start to rethink your feelings. You haven’t even confessed yet it feels like you’ve lost your best friend already. What if you confessed? What would happen then? You felt your heart closing just thinking about it now. Was your friendship really that fragile? You and Jungkook hardly fought but even if you did, you always made up right away.

“___,” he says. You look up, eyes meeting his instantly. “About last night… I’m sorry I suddenly barged into your place. I guess I really forced Tae and Jimin to bring me here.”

You nod and lean on the wall behind you, preparing for a long talk with him.

“I just really missed you, I guess—”

“Do you remember what you said last night?” you ask harshly, cutting him off so quick his shoulders tense.

Jungkook swallows nervously and nods his head. “Yeah and… I don’t know if there’s a better to say it, really. But we did break up, ____. She just wasn’t it for me.”

“And you said you did it for me,” you say, pushing him to just get to the point.

“Yes, because I realized that my heart never belonged to her. It belonged to you. Still does,” he says in a rush.

You eye him sharply, staring at his features and expression to make sure he’s completely telling the truth. You want to believe him, you really do, but why would he say that then be with someone else.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you finally say. “Why did you get together with her, then?”

“I don’t know—”

“You don’t know,” you repeat, and Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic. “You think you can come running to me right after a break up? Like I’m some second option? You don’t love her enough so you run to me instead?”

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, mind thinking quickly to say something. His hands start to tremble and he brings a hand up to push back his hair. “I didn’t mean that,” he says hoarsely. “I didn’t realize it soon… And—” he stutters to catch his breath. “I was just scared—”

You’re fuming at this point. How could he do this to you? To just play with your feelings like that? “Get out.”

“____—"

“I mean it, Jungkook,” you shakily say. “You’ve hurt me enough. Just leave, please.”

He looks at you longingly, doe eyes watering before he nods and turns to the door in silence. You watch him put his shoes on before he leaves, not sparing you a glance. You don’t realize you’ve been tearing up as well, wiping the tears on your cheeks. Walking to the kitchen counter, you realize that Jungkook made chocolate chip pancakes. Your favorite.

It’s been a week since the incident with Jungkook and you haven’t talked to him since then. You also missed your weekly brunch with your friends, too afraid to face Jungkook. Thinking about it now, were you a little bit too harsh? Maybe. You thought you’d finally be happy upon hearing his confession but instead you pushed him away, shut him out. Because you’re scared. Terrified. Things were already going so well with Jungkook when you both were just best friends and you don’t think you can lose him forever should you actually get together and then break up.

Funny since it feels like you’ve lost him already.

It’s 8 am and you’re all alone in the student council office, trying to get some studying done as you were restless staying in your apartment. Staying there just reminds you of Jungkook, so you’ve been spending your mornings here before the other people arrive.

Suddenly, the door opens which is unusual. You usually have the place to yourself for at least another three hours. Curiously, you look up and find your best friend standing by the doorway, laptop and coffee in hand.

It’s silent for a moment, the both of you drinking each other in. Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep, eye bags dark and skin lackluster. You suppose you don’t look any better, knowing you barely got any sleep the past few days.

“Hi,” he finally says. You’re glad you have the long table separating the two of you. You don’t think your heart can handle being physically closer.

“Are you here for something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Can I…” He trails off, looking at the printer by the corner. You’d be laughing by now under normal circumstances. You nod instead, because it’s bizarre seeing Jungkook here asking if he can print something, which is something he liked to do back when your friendship was intact. The room is silent as you see him connect his laptop to the printer, both of you avoiding each other’s eyes. It’s too silent, actually, that it’s driving you a bit insane.

“How many pages?” you ask.

“Uhm… Fifty?” he says like he’s unsure.

“Fifty?” you repeat in a gasp. The printer is free, sure, but it’s ancient. Fifty pages will take too long and you don’t know if you can stand being in the room with him for half an hour or so.

Jungkook hands you the coffee he brought with him. “I bought you coffee as thanks.” He smiles ever so slightly and watches as you take a sip. Of course, it’s your usual order at the café down the street.

He looks at you expectantly but you’re too busy looking down at the coffee in your hands, too nervous to lock eyes with him. A few seconds later you hear him exhale and it’s just the sound of the printer in the room.

Your chest feels so tight all of a sudden like it’s ready to burst out of your ribcage any minute. It feels so heavy, so constricting that it’s starting to hurt physically. Is it really worth it harboring all this anger and pain? For conjuring up these theories in your head that will make you push him further away?

You shake your head to yourself and look up expecting to lock eyes with his, but his back is turned to you.

“Did you really mean what you said last week?” you blurt out.

Jungkook jumps in surprise and whips his body to face you, doe eyes wide. He looks surprised but he also looks relieved, and your heart breaks a little more seeing the relief cross his face the moment you talk to him.

He starts playing with the hem of his shirt absentmindedly. “I did,” he mumbles. “I mean every word I said, and I’m really sorry that everything had to turn out this way when I could’ve just been brave and confessed all those years ago.”

You nod your head at his words and process what he just said. Deep down you know you believe him, but it’s hard to keep that in mind when the hurt outweighs the truth. You look up at him with a sad smile on your face. “Why now, Kook? After all these years.”

He sighs and leans on the chair in front of him. You notice his shoulders deflate and his back hunch a little. He looks tired and you feel your own tiredness in your bones as well. “I was just scared. Us being friends was so comfortable and so good… I was just scared of things changing and me losing you.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. Looking to the side of the room to avoid his stare, you whisper, “And I know—” you choke on your words and clench your hands in frustration. “And I know I’m at fault as well—for assuming and pulling away once you got together with her. I had no right because we’re just…friends.”

It’s quiet save for the printer and his feet shuffling on the floor. You turn towards him to see Jungkook slowly walking to where you’re sat. Once he’s standing in front of you, he raises his hands towards your face but stops midway. Like he’s about to hold you but he’s hesitant.

You’re tilting your head to look up at him, eyes shiny with tears but lip turned upwards in a small smile. It’s ok, you mouth, because you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. You watch Jungkook hold your face in his hands, thumbs going behind your ears to rub at your skin slowly, fingers splayed on your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers shakily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod your head absentmindedly, heart squeezing at the affectionate way he talks to you.

“I really am sorry,” he repeats. “I… Yeah, we’re just friends but I’d like to believe that we both just know. That you felt my love the same I’ve been feeling yours ever since. Even though we’re just friends. But…I know better now.”

You look at him confusingly and he looks away from you and smiles, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You watch in silence as he plays with his lip piercing distractedly. Finally, he turns to you still with that smile on his face. His thumb starts playing with your lower lip but he’s looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes.

You’ve seen this look on him before, every time you’re with him, and now do you only realize that it’s a look full of love, desire, yearning.

“It’s scary if we do become something more and I end up losing you,” he starts, “but I’d rather live a life of at least knowing what it feels like to love you and be loved by you, than doing nothing at all.”

Tears are streaming down your face but you’re smiling so wide and Jungkook’s doing the same as well, with his nose even scrunching up and his dimples showing.

“I think it’s normal to feel scared,” you finally reply. “But I’d also rather live a life of us loving together than loving from afar.”

It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other. He’s wiping off your tears which makes him cry a little more, so you wipe his tears next. You’re both crying now but with happy smiles on your faces and it prompts you both to laugh.

“We were kinda stupid, huh?” Jungkook says in between giggles.

You nod and giggle back. “A bit silly, yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asks. Your heart starts racing and your palms get clammy. You start feeling nervous but it’s the good kind, finally getting to do something you’ve been anticipating, been waiting for ever since you realized your heart belonged to your best friend.

“Please,” you whisper.

Jungkook wastes no times in leaning forward, his grip on your cheeks tightening just a bit, pulling you upwards to meet his lips. Your lips finally touch and it steals your breath away. Quite literally.

Jungkook’s lips are soft, slots perfectly right in between yours. He kisses how he holds you—gentle and careful. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his tongue, and you grant his wish by opening your lips just slightly.

There are no fireworks or sparks or anything grand like that. Your heart suddenly feels calm and at ease. Like this is what you’re meant to do. It feels like coming home for the first time where everything feels right. You feel a great weight lift off your shoulders and you know you’ve made the right decision by choosing love.

Jungkook pulls back but only slightly so he can catch his breath. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours and when he speaks, you feel his lips move.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the way he looks at you with his eyes, like it holds so much love and adoration and it’s all for you. “Wish I said it sooner but I don’t want to think about that. Don’t want to live and continue on with regrets. I’m so happy to have you like this,” he whispers shakily. “So lucky to be able to love you like this.”

You kiss him again which causes him to smile so wide that his dimples pop out. “I love you too.” You giggle again. Saying it is so freeing and it feels so normal too. Not some grand epiphany or realization. Like you’ve known ever since. Like your heart has felt this way throughout your years of friendship with Jungkook and only now are you able to verbalize it. You know you’re lucky, too, to be able to have him in this way. But you don’t want to give too much credit to luck. You believe yours and Jungkook’s love were destined ever since.

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princessb4mbi · 1 year

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MESSAGES I CAN’T SEND

꩜ tags black!reader, therapist!eren, college setting, age gap (reader in 20s, eren in 30s), power dynamic, not so protective sex? mentions of death [not proofread]

꩜ synopsis isn’t it obvious to hide your private life better? or was it not obvious when a video of you dry-humping a pillow was sent to your therapist.

@ word count 3.6k

story below the cut !!

ever since you’ve lost your mother to old age, your mental health has spiraled downwards a little bit. you’ve had the privilege of knowing when she WOULD die and at-least died in a proper place rather than somewhere shitty, so that’s cheered your spirits up a little bit. she was your best friend though, and losing your best friend is painful. you went to her whenever you could, talked on the phone for hours, and slept in her bed every night as if you were still five years old.

you weren’t the only one suffering though, your childhood friend sasha couldn’t stand watching you wither away. even though she did everything she could, she knew she was capable of oh so much.

“do you want me to hook you up with my therapist? he’ll seriously help you clear all cloudy thoughts away y/n,” sasha says caressing your cheeks

you move your face away from her hand, “they aren’t cloudy thoughts sas, im just grieving my mother..”

“i know baby, i know.. but i don’t want to grieve YOU if you die of a heartbreak. i want you to get better, physically and mentally.” sasha looks at me emphatically.

she pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts until stopping at a card called “dr.jaeger”. “listen, give him a call please. his prices are cheap and his place is nice. it’s not like those dull white offices with an ugly long chair and a monotone person.”

you sighed, reluctantly agreeing to her copying and pasting the number to your phone. “okey, i gotta go now babe, but PROMISE me you’ll give him a call, he’ll help you, and if he doesn’t i’ll play for any of your bills ok?” sasha says packing up her stuff. she kisses your cheek before leaving the quiet study area, leaving you alone to your own thoughts.

you stare at the contact card, pulling dr. jaeger’s name up on your laptop and scrolling through his website. sasha was right about one thing, his prices WERE cheap. about $65 an hour and he also had packages where two weeks of therapy would be about $350 in total.

the prices however, weren’t enough to convince you fully, as your scroll down to see the reviews.

“dr. jaeger saved me. after the loss of my wife, i never felt like so lonely, but my daughter told me about him and he’s helped me heal properly and not turn to anything crazy. he’s an amazing person with amazing talents as such a young age. 5 stars”

ok.. that was something. not that you were going to invalidate them, but that seemed just.. fake. you decided to read another one.

“oh my gosh. no one would believe how amazing someone is at listening and understanding a person’s thoughts. dr. jaeger was nothing like those terrible therapists who make you pay $100 for an shitty hour call. oh how i wished i can say more, but the character limit is fu”

you giggled at that one. maybe i should give him a call. with a deep breath, you called the number.

“hello? my name is y/n, i’d like to speak to dr. jaeger please.”

—

it’s been about a month since you’ve scheduled a session with dr. jaeger, only having to wait that long due to “heavy traffic”. sasha is currently driving you to the building.

“you know, i’m really proud of you for calling. i was scared you were going to stay depressed forever.” sasha says over her 80s radio playing.

“let’s not get too happy yet, he could still be shit at his job..” you say cutting down any happy thoughts.

“you’re STILL doubting him y/n? i get that some people are money hungry, but i promise you he’s not. if he was, do you think ME of all people would be recommending you to him? i mean c’mon, have some faith please.”

“i’m sorry, i just nervous ok. my stomach is doing backflips at the moment.”

“hey man, if you feel like farting, ill park somewhere and you can walk the rest of the way.”

you two pull up to the parking lot, fancy with a modern style front. the office itself if very modern and 2 floored.

“k, i’m gonna drop you off here, call me when you’re done ok?”

you walk out of sasha’s car, waving her goodbye while she drives away. you walk into the sleek office, with painting from what you the assume were from the last two centuries.

the receptionist greets you with a nice smile “welcome, how may i help you today?” you give her your name. “ah i see, you right on time then, ill have this guard guide you to dr. jaeger’s office.” just then, a semi tall man with a black uniform from comes in-front of me. “right this way.”

he leads me into the elevator, where he then leads me into a hallway with lots of rooms. there’s multiple therapists in this building, all with different ways. as i look through the glass windows, i see pet therapy, group therapy and even massage therapy. the guard finally stops at a door, with a name tag having “DR. JAEGER” on it. “here’s your room, have a nice day.” he says as he’s walking away. you give him a quick thank you and knock on the door.

a deep “come in.” follows shortly after, and you enter the room. first impression of when you enter the room was that sasha was right. the room was anything from boring, and didn’t have white walls but instead had a mix of brown and auburn. there was lots of old-style decor too. a record player, cd’s and even the tv was kinda old.

however you were greeted with the most shocking thing of all, dr. jaeger himself. he looked away from his papers, to look at you and gave you a warm smile. his visuals was… something you didn’t expect. most therapist are middle-aged men and women, that are sort-of not the most attractive. but that was ok, because they wanted to help you, not seduce you. dr. jaeger on the other hand was extremely beautiful. he has dark brown hair, put up in a semi-messy bun, the most luscious green eyes, and very kissable pink lips.

i guess you were admiring his facial features for too long to notice dr. jaeger looking at you weirdly. “maybe un-responsive.” he mutters to himself, typing down on his laptop. upon hearing his words, you apologize and scurried to the seat in-front of him.

“or not. . . my name is dr. jaeger, if you’ve haven’t gotten a chance to see on the door.”

“i did, sorry for not responding earlier.”

“it’s ok, its common for most genders to be shocked at how i look.” dr. jaeger said in a non-concerned voice. you were took aback a little by his comment, most genders to be shocked at how he looked? you were wondering if he was just annoyed at the common occurrence or just knew that he was an attractive man. “pushing that aside,” he sighed “sasha has told me a lot about you.” he says looking up at you.

“she did?” you question.

“mhm, she cares for you ms….” he looks at the paper look for your last name.

“y/l/n.”

“ah, thank you. sasha cares for you ms. y/l/n. she talks about your recovery, and wants you to best happy for her.” he says maintaining eye contact. you can’t respond to such kindness. all you can do is nod your head and smile.

“but as a therapist view-point, the death of a loved one is one of the hardest battle we have to overcome as a human being. no matter how emotionless a person may be, the death of anything else to them will always cause someone to break. that’s just how we are, we humans . . . after all.” he says empathically.

“my job isn’t to make you forget your mother, or forget the pain you feel about her. you always feel pain lingering about her, and that’s ok. i’m just here to help you reduce that pain.”

you were shocked. cheap prices, handsome therapist AND a good one at that? maybe it’s good to stay faithful after all.

—

it’s been about 3 weeks since you’ve had daily therapy sessions with mr. jaeger and he’s honestly been helping you a lot. you had different kinds of sessions, like walking around and even some pet therapy. today was for a usual one-on-one walk around the building beautiful outside landscape.

as you and dr. jaeger walk around, you wave to the other clients with their own therapists. “see how social you’ve gotten? when we first came here, you were begging to stay back inside due to all the people,” he jokes around. “now, you’re friendly with them. it’s good progress.” he smiles to himself.

“it was only because of you, dr. jaeger. i don’t think i’d be the way i am without your help.”

“ah. . . don’t flatter me too much. let’s sit right here yea?” he says pointing towards the swinging wood benches. “it’s beautiful outside, isn’t it ms. y/l/n?” he turns to look at you.

“yea, it really is.” you turn back to stare at him. god, you can stare into his eyes for hours. it’s something that about that were so addicting, that you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. to break the silence, you decided to follow up with a cheeky comment. “say dr. jaeger, you really know how to keep a client.” he moves his head to the side, confused. “i like to believe that my clients stay with my due to how i help them and not my looks.” ah fuck. it was not received well at all, and you just profusely apologized to him.

“but, if my looks did make people stay, that wouldn’t be all too bad huh,” he says giving a hearty laugh. “but tell me now, ms y/l/n. does my looks make you stay?” you were at a loss for words. one part of you wanted to say “fuck yes” while another part of you wanted to say “absolutely not”. and you of course went with the latter.

“whatever your answer is, it doesn’t bother me either way. . . but it looks like our time is up ms. y/l/n.” you look down at your phone for the time. it was up after he exclaimed. the two of you head back to his office to pick you up your stuff.

that night later, you were chilling in your bed, getting ready to dose off. you however, couldn’t sleep without thinking about a fantasy. it didn’t matter what type, other than it having to be something interesting. you close your eyes, your mind shifting to dr. jaeger, and the moments between you two that drove you insane. like that one time he wore a turtle neck, showing off his clothed six-pack abs. you imagined yourself touching them, feeling the rock-hardness of them. you open your eyes again, looking around the room. to be honest, you haven’t.. you know what, in a while and you thought it might be time to do it again.

you move your bedsheets closer to the edge to give you more space. and moved all your pillows away except for one. you pulled your phone out and started to record. it might seem weird to other people, but you like to record yourself, in the time that you couldn’t find anything good on twitter or reddit.

you start to rock your hips back n forth on the pillow, assuming it the body of a male. maybe it was dr. jaeger body you could’ve been assuming it off. either way, it turned you on, seeing how you started to move faster on your pillow. one of your hands grip the pillow, as the other hand massages your boob. you move faster, enjoying the friction your clit is getting between the pillow and your soaked panties. you close your eyes, imagining dr. jaeger guiding your body with his big, veiny hands. as you’re about to climax, you can’t help but subtly whimper his name.

once you’ve finished, you end the video. while you’re cleaning up, sasha enters the room. “hey girlie, i was thinking of getting some drinks tomorrow night? wanna come?” she says exciting. “i would but i have a session with dr. jaeger tomorrow.”

“boo, you’re boring.”

“whatever, i’m going to the shower, so let me know if anything happens ok?”

“yea yea boring y/n.”

you go to the bathroom and take off your clothes, hopping inside the shower. you turn on the water, letting the lukewarm water hit your skin. you are alone with your thoughts until sasha comes inside the bathroom.

“not to be nosey, but dr. jaeger texted you.” she says.

“mhm really? what did he say?”

“i didn’t look at it properly, but something about a daily wellness video?” you knew right away. dr. jaeger usual makes his clients make videos of themselves with positive affirmations, then with their consent, he’ll use it on his website for future clientele.

“ahh ok! just send him the most recent video.” you photo gallery takes forever to update, so there’s a chance it’ll take forever to show the video of your “naughty time”.

“ok, sending right now… and it’s sent. if he wants a further conversation, i’ll let you know.”

“thanks sash.”

as you walk out the steamy bathroom, and get ready for bed, you check your notifications for any new ones. you go into the chat between you and dr. jaeger, seeing if theres anything new. you took a look at the video of your affirmation, seeing the shirt you wore today as the thumbnail. you clicked on it, expecting your face to zoom out, as you were testing the camera quality always. to your shock, you camera didn’t zoom out. but instead was your body moving back and forth on something. your heart dropped. it couldn’t be. you’re praying it wasn’t. you skip some of the video to see if it was truly what you think it was, but the video suddenly changed to a more in-depth shot of you humping the pillow with your panties being in view.

your heart start to beat faster than usual. you click off the video to delete it right away. dr. jaeger didn’t respond to it, and it said it was ‘delivered.’ you wanted to tell yourself that he hasn’t seen it, and probably watches those videos early in the morning. you weren’t going to stress yourself out though, you were just gonna go to his office per usual, and get counseling per usual.

—

you take a deep breath and knock at his door, hoping it all ends well. you hear his “come in” but it sounds different from before. his voice went an octave lower. you walk into the room, seeing a more “messy” side of dr. jaeger. at-least he didn’t look at cleaned up as he usually does. his bun was a lot more frizzy from before and he had two buttons undone on his button up shirt.

maybe he had a rough morning. you think to yourself. “good morning ms. y/l/n. how was your night?” you stopped for a second. such a simple question was something so dangerous to you. “it was fine, dr. jaeger. how about yours?”

“oh. one of the best i’ve had in a while.”

“ah. mine was the worst i’ve had in a while.” you mumbled.

“really? i would’ve assumed you’ve had a very nice night ms. y/l/n.”

you stare at him confused. what could he mean by that? yea, you fixed your hair a little better than usual, and your eye bags have gone away overtime, but you truly did have a sleepless night yesterday. dr. jaeger gets up from his chair, to lean on his desk, standing in-front of you. he stared down at you with his usually lighter colored eyes now displayed a dark-green. and his pupils were more extended.

“i don’t know what gives you the impression that i’ve had a nice night dr. jaeger.”

he bends to to match the height of the chair, and put both of his hands on the rest, restricting me from mounting off of it easily. “let’s cut the crap, y/n. i saw what you sent me.” at this moment, it felt like 100 daggers were suddenly lodged into your chest.

“i wondered why you asked what you did yesterday. i thought to myself ‘maybe she thought i was attractive’, but i see it was more than that i see,” he says not breaking eye contact. “you see, as a human, we see something we like, and have many kinds of thoughts about it. and i see the thoughts you have towards me are stronger than what i expected.”

“i’m truly sorry dr. jaeg-“

“call me eren, seeing as that is what you called me in the video.”

“i’m sorry eren, truly. i don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or hurt this relationship between us.” i say holding back my tears.

“hurt? uncomfortable? those words are out of the park right now,” he says standing up. “to be honest, tell me why you came today y/n.”

“to have a therapy session with you.” you meekly say.

“is my looks standing in the way of you healing with the death of your mother?” he says standing behind me.

“not at all, dr. jae- eren.”

“so then what provoked you to send me a five minute long video of you fucking yourself to a pillow in the imagination that it’s me?” you were at a loss for words. he was right. your heart sank as his word dug deeper into you. and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. you started to quietly sob, feeling large hands down your shoulders. you feel a hot breath near your eyes chill down your spine. “don’t cry, not in this manner at least,” he says in your ear.

“cry because you can’t handle it, y/n.”

you stopped and turned to look at him. he had a devilish grin on his face. “handle what?” you say, not catching his gist.

“you’ll find out soon enough.”

eren lifts you up by the arm and spins you around to face him completely. you didn’t know what was going on, but you didn’t want to push away. your faces was a mere 4 inches away from each other. “can i? y/n. . . can i give you what you want?”

you look at his eyes then his lips then his eyes again. fuck it, you nod your head and eren kisses you passionately. he stops kissing you for a moment to push the chairs aside. you look at his desk to see his usually messy papers cleaned up to the side. he planned this probably . . . eren picks you up and places you on his desk.

he places a hand on your chin, rubbing it gently. “open it baby,” he says as his kisses you again, but placing his tongue all over the inside of your mouth. his hands tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling for it to be removed. in between each kiss, you both take off a piece of clothing until you up to your undergarments. eren slips his large hand under your breast, fondling with it while he leaves wet hickeys on your neck. with the other hand he unclasps the bra, throwing it the ground. he kisses you again, muttering “nice tits”.

you pull at the band of his underwear, “want you in me ren’.” you whine. “patience baby.” eren says sliding your panties off to the floor.

“are you on any pills by any chance?”, he says rubbing ur slick all over your cunt. “m-mhm ren.’”

“good. so i don’t have to hold back.”

eren slips his underwear off, revealing his long, veiny and girthy dick. you want to guess it’s around 6-7 inches, but it was gonna tear you up regardless. he strokes his dick, ‘lubing’ it up with his pre-cum. he inches closer to you, having his dick and your hole just one insert away from each other. you open your legs wider and lay down on his desk, giving him more access to yourself. “didn’t even have to ask.” eren said.

he teases the tip of his dick on your clit. your whole body tingles in response, arching your back off the cold desk. “please ren’…” you beg, desperately wanting his dick buried into you. “please fuck me eren.”

“as you wish.” with that, eren aligns himself with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. the both of you moan simultaneously from the pleasure you both felt. eren starts to push his hips back and forth into you, keeping a firm grip on your waist. eren keeps a nice pace, making sure to satisfy both sides. suddenly, eren lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist. you jolted from the tingle he gave you. you were trying to conceal your moans, but every time it was getting louder than usual, eren made sure put his hand over your mouth.

eren’s pace starts to unstable, moving fast at times and then slowing down to grind himself on you. you can tell he was close to his climax, seeing how desperate and shaky thrusts were.

“‘m so close baby. . .” he grunts.

“‘ren please! mhm.” you whine, begging him to release.

“at the same time? what a good girl..” he barely breathes out.

eren picks you up by the waist to pull you closer to him. there wasn’t enough space between you too, but he didn’t care. eren grinds his dick into you, feeling his dick throb in your walls. then, you feel a warm liquid pour inside of you, while at the same time cry out from your orgasm.

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xoxiu · 11 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 01 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

They had used a burner phone to talk to the girl, not wanting to risk her tracing the number back to one of them. It had been Jungkook's idea; he found the girl's Instagram page, where she frequently posted pictures of herself, her dogs, and her friends. A quick DM and an hour later, Jungkook got her phone number and the two were texting daily.

He found out so much about the girl: her name was Ophelia, she lived in a small town in America, her dogs were named Gengi and Jingob, she had a younger brother named Henry and a 6-month-old sister named Rose, her father was Korean and her mother was Israeli. She had naturally dark, curly hair, but she frequently bleached and straightened it (right now it was an adorable baby pink). When she was born, her mother wasn't together with her father, so she was named Ophelia Felicite Potter, but her father forced her mother to change her name to Ophelia Lynn Park once they had officially started dating three months later. Henry, her little brother, was in Junior High, and Ophelia always drove him to school, since their town was so small that their Middle School, High School, and Community College were all in one building.

Eventually, the rest of the boys began talking to her. All seven of them were pretending to be one person, a 19-year-old named Ian. Of course, Ophelia believed everything 'Ian' said. She had told them that she never had a boyfriend before, and absolutely loved the attention she was receiving for the first time. Even though she was still young, naive, and too trusting, she was still smart- both academically and morally. Whenever 'Ian' asked for nudes, she refused, which both pissed off and pleased the boys.

It was important that Ophelia never found out who they truly were. At least, not yet. The boys were heirs of one of the biggest mafia rings in South Korea, and they all knew that if the girl found out, the fake number would be blocked immediately. Even though the seven of them weren't important members in the business- their fathers and older brothers were more active than them, they were more of the poster kids- they were still expected to keep certain things private in order to keep them safe and their fathers in power.

They decided that Ophelia would be one of the things they kept private.

'i have a surprise for you in an hour!! :D'

God, the kid was so cute. Seokjin looked down at the phone as the text alert caused the coffee table to gently vibrate. He smiled as he sent his reply.

'Why can't I have the surprise now?'

A moment later Ophelia's reply pinged.

'i'm in class right now and im fairly certain you dont want calculus as your surprise'

'Alright, I'll wait. Do your schoolwork.'

'dont tell me what to do love u xxx'

Seokjin smiled again and put the phone in his pocket. It was currently three in the morning in Seoul, so two in the afternoon Ophelia's time. She gets out of school at 2:25, so it wouldn't be long before Jin received the 'surprise' Ophelia was talking about.

Jin idly played on his own phone, waiting for another text from the girl, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned his head towards the noise to find Namjoon approaching him.

"Hyung, what are you doing up?" Namjoon asked, voice deep and rough with sleep. In the back of his mind, he knew he was texting Ophelia, but if something important had happened he wanted to know.

"Ophelia's getting out of school soon and she has a surprise for us." Namjoon hummed in response. He never was as obsessed with Ophelia as the other boys, but he had talked to her quite a few times.

Jin grabbed Namjoon's hand and guided him to lay on the couch with him. Namjoon immediately curled into his boyfriend, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. One of Jin's hands began stroking the younger's hair while the other continued aimlessly scrolling through his emails.

Namjoon quickly fell asleep again, and the burner phone pinged soon after that. Jin carefully took the phone out of his back pocket, trying not to wake his sleeping beauty, and became excited as he saw Ophelia had sent a picture message. He quickly opened the messaging app and cooed at what the girl had sent.

She had sent a mirror picture of her in a dress. The dress was a flowing red ball gown with gold accents on the waist. Ophelia looked absolutely beautiful in it, and Jin quickly saved the picture to send to his real phone.

'prom is in a month and i really wish i could go with you. what do you think of this dress? someone told me this shade of red suits me but idk'

Prom. Ophelia would be going to prom with someone other than Jin or one of the other boys. While one of them taking her was unrealistic and impossible, it still pained him to think that it wouldn't be him.

'You look stunning. I wish I could see it in person.'

'<;3 :)'

Jin put the phone back on the table, smiled, and closed his eyes. He was absolutely whipped.

Once the rest of the boys woke up, the dress was the main discussion at breakfast.

"I think she looks adorable in it," Taehyung said, "Just look at her face in the picture- it's obvious she's in love with it, too."

"But its too mature for her! It shows off too much!" Jimin said, his voice distressed.

"Jimin, she's not our baby yet. Once we have her then you can decide what is and isn't too big for her," said Namjoon.

For the past month, they had been preparing a plan to bring Ophelia to Korea with them. They wanted her to be their Little, and them be her Daddies. Some of them were more excited than others (Jin and Jimin were both ecstatic about this), but all of them had warmed up to the idea. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung had gone crazy over putting together a nursery and clothes shopping. It had been easy to find childlike clothes in Ophelia's size, including a car seat, since Ophelia was rather small for her age.

They had decided what they would be called almost as soon as they got the idea of Ophelia being a Little. Namjoon and Jin would be the main caregivers, with Namjoon being Appa and Jin being Eomma. Yoongi and Jimin would also be her caretakers, Yoongi being Daddy and Jimin being Mommy. Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook would be less of caretakers and more of playmates, but they still wanted to spend time with Ophelia.

Luckily, they had a business meeting in America in two weeks, which would be relatively close to where Ophelia lives (thanks to careful mapping done by Jungkook), so they could take her and bring her home with them with ease. The boys knew Ophelia would have a much better life with them.

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godspellcraft · 9 months

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intro post 👋

hello! i’d prefer to stay anonymous but i wanna give a little info about what i do for anyone who may be in the same boat :)

i was raised catholic. i also have ocd which for a long time warped my catholic upbringing into scrupulosity/religious ocd (obsessively trying to always do the “right” thing lest i go to hell, compulsively keeping track of my “sins”, etc).

YEARS ago in middle/high school i had a friend who got into wicca and she invited me over for a full moon ceremony in her yard, and (despite that ocd-voice yelling at me and making me anxious the whole time about whether this was all okay) i was really struck by how beautiful and NATURAL it felt- being outside, including stones and herbal tea, making wishes on candles- and i secretly prayed throughout the whole thing, both as an ocd protective measure (still very much worried about hell), and, now i realize, as a perfectly natural addition to the ritual. i was raised to believe that God created the earth and everything on it…. why couldn’t i connect with Him THROUGH that creation? where church often made me feel anxious and LESS than, i’ve never had any problem feeling connected and distinctly “magical” when i’m outside interacting with the natural world. but at that point i was still too anxious and scrupulous about it all to really do any exploring.

flash forward to college and i started a small crystal collection, mainly for aesthetic, but also with a bit of curiosity. flash forward again and i’ve discovered Christian witchcraft is in fact A Thing, that the Bible’s been translated a million times and that whole “witch” line is pretty negligible, and Hildegarde Von Bingen was doing crystals before it was cool. in a weird way the pendulum has swung back to the other side, and i’m probably more catholic now than ever, but in the healthiest, most fun, magical way that makes so much sense to me. I talk to God & Jesus with tarot cards, i keep candles for some favorite saints (St. Beatrice Da Silva, my confirmation saint, St. Francis of Assisi, St. Mary Magdalene, St. Michael Archangel, and of course Mother Mary), and I can name the correspondences of a long list of herbs and crystals and use them to set goals for myself and to create what i think of as “physical petitions” (spells). where i used to pray obsessively, never feeling like i “did it *quite* right”, now i can put some herbs in a bottle and truly let it go.

i still feel i have a lot to learn. i know a lot of the theory, but i just need practice really connecting. i’ve definitely had some strange coincidences that are hard to brush off, but i’m still growing and learning every day.

so welcome to whatever this is! i hope you can find some of it useful or interesting.

and im a scorpio? if that’s important lol

edit: tags

#christian witch #catholic witch #folk witch #folk witchcraft #folk catholicism #saintwork #jesus witch #journal #digital grimoire #scorpio

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suchagallabitch · 5 months

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🫵weekly wednesday tag 🫵

omg I (simple old me?) have been bestowed upon the honour of coming up with these questions??? i would like to thank the academy for this most sacred honour 😋

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? I think I gotta say taylor swift OBVI. first off im gonna dropping ME! acoustic version. Then I’m gonna hope lover deluxe is already recorded, drop that. If not i will make sure to text Jack and tell him that we need to record it so that i get it either way 😼. Then I would find out the definite truth of what happened between her and Karlie Kloss. I’d wire myself (as in me- me) a few million dollars, pet the cats and then post something really random on her instagram story. Literally want to make the public go absolutely bananas trying to figure out why taylor posted a random twitter meme. I have a lot of faith to believe this could all happen in an hour but I would try. SO hard.

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take?I don’t think we should still be discovering animals. like what do you mean in the year of our lord 2023 we are STILL finding animals?? no they should all be discovered and if they havent been then i think they should stay undiscovered.

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in? I feel like we’re all expecting me to say something Taylor related but honestly I could teach a masterclass on the psychology of Ryan Murphy. I hate that man and i have so much to say about him and his productions

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen? I cant think of anything substantial to actually contribute but i want Carl Gallagher to have a fruity little vape. I also want to see him quit the force and flourish in a new job!

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology). I’m gonna go with greeks as a Percy Jackson stan. I asked my bsf who is an expert in greek mythology. She said: “you’re a Aphrodite child cuz you’re a hopeless romantic and you appreciate beauty. You’re very particular in how you’re viewed and how everything you produce is viewed (what you write, how your feed looks like, etc.)” - I’m gonna have to agree with her on Aphrodite

6. what’s something you love about yourself? I think i’m so very very funny

7. describe your day in 5 emojis: 😴👁️👩‍💻✈️☕️

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? Realistically i think the ONLY person i could beat in a fight is Liam and honest to god im not even sure i could.

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

- I’m double jointed

- I sleep on the left side of the bed

- I’ve never had pumpkin pie

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? I do! my son (cat) is named Chidi after the good place!

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

self explanatory.

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? see i gotta have a special lil drinky drink everyday and i mean my little drinky drinks are free so i am likw 80% gingerbread chai at any given time. Alternatively, an iced chestnut praline latte w/ praline cold foam.

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?

2019- its nice to have a friend- taylor swift

2020- ribs - lorde

2021- nothing new - taylor swift

2022- first love / late spring- mitski OR orlando- leith ross

2023- true blue - boygenuis OR now that we don’t talk - taylor swift.

Thank you friends thats all i got :)

I Tag: @deedala @darlingian @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @too-schoolforcool @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @thisdivorce @xninetiestrendx @scarcrosseduntouched @juliakayyy @y0itsbri @grumble-fish @grumpymickmilk @transmickey @surviving-maybe @metalheadmickey @heymrspatel @auds-and-evens @deathclassic @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @sleepyfacetoughguy @vintagelacerosette @depressedstressedlemonzest @thepupperino @squidyyy23 @energievie 🫶🫶

#im on a plane rn #zoom zoom in the sky #elle does tags

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sollucets · 20 days

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get to know me tag

as tagged by @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, and @troubled-mind! thank u everyone 💜🥰

do you make your bed? literally never!

what's your favourite number? 52. i picked it as a child and i don't remember why, but it pleases me still

what is your job? i'm a humble lil grocery store employee

if you could go back to school, would you? if i could quit my job and go to school and still have my same money, then yes, i should think so, but that's super not happening! it might be nice to have a second degree. i think history would be fun

can you parallel park? yes i can! i used to have to do it every day to park in front of my last house. >:c

a job you had that would surprise people? i think all of my jobs have been either rather generic or right on the nose for what people would expect of me so probably not. i was a nighttime gas station attendant for a fair bit of college, which could be a surprise i guess? everyone always goes ":0 but werent you scared????" and like, no, not most of the time, but sometimes you do it scared yknow

do you think aliens are real? yes, but real in a way that there are many real things i can't see and don't understand (protons, gender, etc)

can you drive a manual car? i could do that once and probably still can, but it's been a long long time since i practiced

what's your guilty pleasure? as far as media goes, i do my very best not to have things like this. if i feel bad about liking it i generally do not like it for very long. i would say the closest is being into kpop, but it's not like i keep that a secret, i just dont really want to engage with kpop fandom, so i dont often post or talk about it publicly. a real guilty pleasure is that i like cherry pepsi too much

tattoos? i have one; he's on my left forearm & he's an abstract little spaceman with a fern for a head. i call him my cosmonaut. i have plans for more but i never have the time or money lately

favorite color? we know this one already surely. 💜

favorite type of music? ohh, i don't like to discriminate hehe. my very favoritest songs usually have fun harmony or funky rhythms, though, and it's best if i can sing along

do you like puzzles? sure! i used to have a book of fairy puzzles when i was a kid that i love dearly even now

any phobias? i am afraid of all bugs, but i can be a grownup about most kinds of them. i Cannot be a grownup about moths or centipedes, which i am terrified of (using those words will cause this post to be filtered for me on tumblr). i try not to kill them if i can avoid it, since it isnt their fault i'm like this, but i,,, i really can't, i'm useless if i see one. when id find centipedes in my room at my last house i wouldnt be able to sleep.

favorite childhood sport? i did tennis all of middle and high school, explicitly because of ryoma echizen prince of tennis lol. i was on varsity! i also figure skated as a kid. both are still fun when i get the chance

do you talk to yourself? oh yes all the time. i keep odd hours so i used to accidentally wake my roommate cause i just kind of absentmindedly chatter abt everything

what movies do you adore? i am not really a movie person if i'm perfectly honest; i don't watch them often as an adult. from my childhood my favorite movies were kenneth branagh much ado about nothing, the princess bride, pokemon 2000, and return of the king

coffee or tea? neither, i dont like most hot drinks. apple cider is ok now and again but i usually drink it cold, and im horribly picky about hot chocolate

first thing you wanted to be growing up? i changed this answer all the time as a kid and i have records of me doing so in my old notebooks lol! answers i know about include "pilot", "author", "dragon", and "eowyn"

this one seems like it might be a little personal so im shy to tag people hehe. go ahead and put me down if you want to do it though; i will be happy to know :)

#rowan lore

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nonclassyparty · 2 years

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Wooyoung’s Playlist- J.WY. [TEASER]

Part 2 of When You End It (kind of)

Summary:

Jung Wooyoung, a newly declared cynic when it comes to love, meets a girl who simply has too much love to give.

moodboard

Status: In progress...

A/N: So remember that one-shot i was planning on making from svoh!woo’s pov? well i randomly started writing it again so here is a little teaser for it! also please excuse any mistakes, sometimes i write in third person when im talking about sunny/yn lol but just want to make it clear this is NOT svoh!yn or an alternative ending. it’s a little svoh spin-off that’s why i decided to give this y/n a nickname.

Taglist: @itbtoblikethatsometimes @jaehyunsonly @binniesbf @mechanica-lmomma @yeosangteef @diorwoo @yeolsnini @hhj-00 @purenjuniverse @joonsthethicc @becauseiloveyunho @chittaphonstar @uzumakioden @hwaist @kpopnightingale @baguette-atiny @gyuyoungie @knucklesdeepmingi @whatudowhennooneseesyou (i tagged everyone who was on my svog taglist but the tags dont work for some of you!)

A month after his girlfriend broke up with him, Jung Wooyoung settled into a new, comfortable routine.

It wasn't anything spectacular, per say, and mainly consisted of going to a party with Changbin and Yeonjun every Friday or Saturday (both if, by any off chance, he thought about his ex-girlfriend a little too much over the week), mingle downstairs nursing a drink that helps him relax and get in the mood, find a girl to take upstairs, fuck the girl, return back to his friends and then get so drunk he wakes up with a nasty hangover and a black hole in his memory of the night before.

That was the routine for the weekends, the weekdays were a bit of a different story. Since he was, now, in his last years of college at Sungkyunkwan University, he was swept up in duties since the start of the semester. All of his midterms became more like midprojects that required a lot of practices, forcing Changbin to record his routines and then dutifully monitoring those routines. It was difficult but Wooyoung liked it.

It kept his mind off of other things.

Until the weekend came once again...

Get ready, have one drink, find a cute girl, take her upstairs and then return downstairs to drink some more. Over and over again.

Changbin said that it wasn't the healthiest way to cope but hey, at least he was coping somehow.

This weekend wasn't any different. If there was anything remarkable about this party, it would be that it was the first party of his last year as a college student which meant that everyone and their mothers would be present. Other than that, it was still just another frat house or college apartment, same drinks, same music...nothing special.

Ah, last year of college...Wooyoung thought a lot about that but...that was a think piece for another day. A whole year has passed since the Summer-He-Does-Not-Speak-Of. That's also a topic for another day.

Back to the party.

Wooyoung subtly rolls his eyes as he watches Changbin place a quick kiss to Yuri's cheek as they giggle amongst themselves, all three of them leaned against the counter and Wooyoung being the designated third wheel until Yeonjun decides to show up.

He doesn't know why Changbin bothers going to these things if he's going to be with his girlfriend the entire time, you can't even hold a proper conversation here because the music is too loud. And she giggles at anything he says which means she either has terrible sense of humor because Changbin is not funny or she's really in love with Wooyoung's best friend. Just the thought of it makes his skin crawl.

All this talk would make anyone think that Wooyoung dislikes Yuri. He doesn't! She's a super sweet girl and is always nice to him. It's just that...well, Wooyoung is bitter.

"I'm going to dance." Wooyoung announces to seemingly no-one, dumping the plastic cup on the counter and weaving his way through the small crowd until he reaches the center of the living room and just let's himself feel the music.

It's really not that the music is anything special, it's pretty shit actually, but this is usually the easiest way to find someone he can take upstairs. So, Wooyoung allows it.

It takes not even 2 full minutes before he's already making eye contact with a girl. And if it weren't for the glances back at Wooyoung while she moves her hips to the beat, she would almost seem shy to it.

That's Wooyoung's favourite type. He likes shy girls.

It doesn't take long for you to get wrapped up in him, bodies inching closer and closer across the dance floor with the pretense of dancing until finally, Wooyoung is placing his hands delicately on your hips and when you push your back into him more- he knows it's a done deal.

"I'm Sunny." You say breathlessly as he grips your hips firmly, the back of your knees hitting the bed of the dimly lit bedroom you both had found yourselves in as Wooyoung presses longer kisses against your bare neck.

"Nice to meet you, Sunny." Wooyoung mumbles before pressing his lips back into yours, his hands roaming the expanse of the little, black dress you were wearing.

If Wooyoung was completely honest, he couldn't care less what your name was and the chances of him actually remembering it after he leaves this room are slim to none but he's not an asshole so he doesn't voice his thoughts out loud instead keeps feeling up your body.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Wooyoung almost groans in annoyance at the sound of your voice, pulling away from you to be met with a smile growing on your cherry painted lips.

Wooyoung takes the time to look at you. Actually look at you, even if it is in the dimly lit room and well, you're kind of beautiful. Devastatingly so, actually. Sparkling eyes, cute nose, rosy cheeks, and fucking pretty lips. Your hair messed up from the light curls it was set up in when Wooyoung first saw you, collarbones decorated with a thin necklace whose pendant ended up between the valley of your breasts and a tight black dress clinging to your body and stopping mid thigh.

"Wooyoung." He whispers, adding a small smile for good measure because while he didn't care for your name, he still wanted you to be comfortable. And a guy being broody and rude, refusing to tell you his name while you're in a room alone with him with the intentions of having sex together could be fucking terrifying. He didn't want that.

You smile at the sound of his voice, repeating his name in a whisper and a nod on response before leaning up to kiss him again and he gladly reciprocates, his tongue prodding between your cherry stained lips as he groans a little.

You're good. You're really good. You're so good that fucking you only once isn't enough for Wooyoung, he has to do it again. Your moans, the way you move your hips, your hands trailing across his back, lips that taste like artificial cherries...it's sort of addicting.

So it's no surprise that he indulges in useless small talk after you both come for the first time, only to situate himself between your legs again minutes later because you feel good under him, on top of him...next to him. Until your skin is glistening with sweat as hot bodies come together and you're panting underneath him for the second time, your pretty face twisted in an expression of pure bliss that makes him come undone seconds after you.

But then, it's over and Wooyoung has to go.

He's pulling his pants back up, buttoning his shirt and bidding you goodbye with a polite smile. You don't seem upset or anything, a lazy blissed out smile on your own face as you wave him goodbye while slowly sitting up to pull your underwear back on.

Wooyoung joins his friends again and when Yeonjun asks him with who he slept with, Wooyoung can't remember your name. Maybe it started with an S or something, he says, her lips tasted like artificial cherries.

He doesn't expect to see you again and even if he does somehow catch your eyes on campus, he'll just divert his attention somewhere else and walk past you like he doesn't know you. Just like he did countless times before with the rest of his one-night stands.

That night, Wooyoung drinks until he blacks out and spends his Sunday throwing up in the toilet while Changbin looks at him in disappointment.

Oh well.

Baristas was a coffee shop nestled between a bakery and a bookshop near campus and was, coincidentally, Wooyoung's favourite spot in the city.

It was a little bit longer than a 5 minute walk from his apartment, had overpriced coffee but at least, it was actually good coffee (he can't say the same for a lot of other coffee shops), and the tables are big and spacious enough for him to pull out his books so he can study there if Yeonjun isn't around to be annoyingly distracting. If Wooyoung wasn't at the apartment or the dance studio, fat chance is that he will be found at Baristas in his usual corner.

Which is how Changbin and Yuri knew it was the perfect place to find him and trap him into meeting new people. Because Wooyoung is some sort of social butterfly and Yuri wanted him to meet his friends or something. Apparently, they'd get along well.

Wooyoung doesn't need to meet new people, he knows just enough of them if he was honest.

"Don't go! Taehyun and Y/N will be here soon!" Yuri begs with a small smile and brows raised in a hopeful expression as Changbin takes a loud, obnoxious sip from his cup.

"Who?" Wooyoung pauses from packing up his stuff to look at the girl in confusion.

"My friends." She chirps, "I mean, two of my friends...Beomgyu isn't in town this week."

"I-" Wooyoung starts, eyes drawing to Changbin in a 'what the hell' expression. His friend looks awfully pleased by the entire situation, probably happy that he doesn't have to meet his girlfriend's friends on his own. Wooyoung huffs, leaning back in defeat.

"Fine." He agrees with a small, very fake smile but she doesn't seem to notice, too busy skimming through the outside windows.

"Tae had classes until noon, so they should be here soo- Oh, there they are!" Yuri says excitedly, waving her hand to someone behind Wooyoung. Was she so excited for Wooyoung and Changbin to meet her friends?

"Hey, guys." A male voice is the first one to greet them, approaching their table and Wooyoung turns his head to the newcomer, a polite smile gracing his face that blanches out completely once his eyes set on the person next to him and memories of last Saturday start swirling before his eyes.

It's her. It's...the girl. Whatever her names was...The one Wooyoung fucked twice before leaving her. The one whose lips tasted like artificial cherries. It's her.

She looks different than she did last Saturday, that little black dress replaced by a sundress that stopped midthigh and red Converse on her feet. Two colorful necklaces hanging from her neck, laying against her skin that looked smooth under the sunlight. Her hair picked up in a messy ponytail and face free of any makeup but cheeks still had a natural blush to them. And her lips were still glossed over by a deep pink.

The Girl ( Wooyoung could've swore her name started with an S and was not Y/N) sported a similar expression as him, seemingly caught off guard by seeing him there.

"H-hi." She says quietly to everyone, eyes still wide before looking to Wooyoung again, who was praying she doesn't address him directly but unfortunately it doesn't help. She gives him a small, weak smile, "Hi, Wooyoung."

Oh...so she remembers his name. Well, this is embarrassing now.

"Hi." He responds simply, eyes avoiding her gaze as he tries to come up with the quickest escape route. Their interaction doesn't go unmissed by their nosy friends.

"Oh, you two know each other?" Changbin asks in curiosity, lips quirking up in a half smile and Wooyoung is so close to kicking him under the table.

"We, uh..." You start, scratching your neck in what Wooyoung assumes was a nervous habit. So, in order to help you out Wooyoung tries to say something...anything. But he thinks that he only added to the awkwardness.

"We...well," Wooyoung tries to motion with his hands, not knowing what to say at all. What is he supposed to say?

All of the occupants of the table watch both of them trying to scramble for words, faces set in confused curiosity. Wooyoung sees the blush on your cheeks double from the corner of his eye.

"We, uh, we meet each other at the party last weekend." You end up saying, your voice is different now that Wooyoung is sober and not trying to fuck you. It's still nice.

"Oh?" Changbin lets out, knowing very well that Wooyoung was with him the entire party except for the time he went upstairs with a- Realization seems to dawn to his friend's face. "Oooooh."

Wooyoung was going to kill him.

"What? Wha-Oh." Yuri gasps, her hand stopping on Changbin's bicep where it was previously pulling on the sleeve of his T-shirt as she realized the same thing as her boyfriend. You go redder in the face.

"Anyways..." Wooyoung clears his throat awkwardly, turning to Taehyun who sat across from him, eyes pinned to The Girl and lips pursued. "I'm Wooyoung."

"Nice too meet you, I'm Taehyun." Taehyun smiles lightly, shaking Wooyoung's outstretched hand.

"Oh, right." The Girl whispers, holding her hand out to Changbin with a smile and still red cheeks, "I'm Y/N. But almost everyone calls me Sunny."

Ah, so that's what it is. Y/N with Sunny as a nickname. Weird. But then again, it weirdly suits her even though Wooyoung knows absolutely nothing about her.

He watches her hand that Changbin grasps, noticing the variety of colorful rings. A very thin, gold one with a little diamond flower on one finger, a golden band ring on her thumb and a bunch of plastic colorful ones across the other fingers. They were mismatched but still looked nice on her hand, she had piano hands. It still didn't stop Wooyoung from thinking that a rainbow puked on her.

Even her bag was in bright colors, a pattern not familiar to him filled out with a bunch of blues, greens, pinks, yellows...Did this girl not have anything in a neutral color?

At least, he didn't have to call her The Girl anymore. She was Y/N now, or Sunny.

Why did they call her Sunny? Why the fuck did Wooyoung care?

Wooyoung clears his throat again, taking a sip from the brew he ordered. He was a regular here, they even knew the amount of sugar he liked in his coffee.

When you and Taehyun go up to the counter to order your drinks, as you wait for them to be made, Wooyoung watches from the corner of his eyes as the two of you bicker in hushed whispers. Taehyun has a scowl on his face and seems to be scolding you about something while you bite back at him but with soft eyes.

Wooyoung turns to Changbin again and finds his friend's eyes already set on him. Wooyoung already knows what's going through his mind and he knows Changbin will rip him a new one when they get back to the apartment.

You don't sleep with your friend's friends, especially when you know you don't plan on doing it again. And especially when the friend is your best friend's girlfriend. But Yuri doesn't seem upset by it. Maybe Y/N is like Wooyoung, maybe she hooks up with other people all the time.

"Just be careful." Wooyoung hears Taehyun whisper to you, as you both slide into the booth again with drinks in hand. You only roll your eyes in response.

"So, you two are second years?" Changbin asks, obviously working very hard to make his girlfriend's friends like him.

"Yeah." You answer with a smile, "I'm a music major and Taehyun is a business major."

Taehyun doesn't seem to speak much from what Wooyoung notices, instead he lets you take the reins on keeping the conversation flowing. But it doesn't seem out of hostility or anything bad like that, he just seems to like staying quiet.

"That's cool! Do you sing Sunny?" Changbin asks and Wooyoung glances at you from the corner of his eyes. He expected you to study art or something but he guesses that music wasn't too far off.

"No." You respond quickly, "I play a couple of instruments but I'm more interested in sound engineering."

Sound engineering? Like mixing? Who the fuck were you?

"Dope." His friend nods with a smile. And that's how the rest of the conversation goes. Changbin asks question, you and Yuri talk mostly while Wooyoung and Taehyun just sit on the side and sometimes give an occasional laugh. Wooyoung can't wait for it to be over so he can go home and never see you again.

But, as always, when you say you hope you don't see someone again- the universe decides to giggle a little and arrange possibilities so there is a pretty big fucking chance that you'll see them again.

Fuck the universe, Wooyoung thinks.

#wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #ateez angst

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a-schrodingers-fox · 19 days

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get to know me meme

I was tagged by @br-disaster THANK YOU SO MUCH. I cant believe it took me so long to do this but I was hit with a bit of bronchitis.

Do you make your bed? Yes. Every morning of every single day, it's sort of my unwritten rule that my bed must be pristine and my room well organized. It gives me peace.

What's your favourite number? 27

What is your job? I'm the Finance and Project manager of some companies. Mostly I have to make sure that things get done which is exhausting sometimes.

If you could go back to school would you? I'm going to start my master's degree soon, so yup! Ngl I have so much work lately I'm a little scared of burn out, but I'm working on it. One step at a time and I have learnt to sort of relax a little and delegate things.

If you mean if I want to go back to when I was in college or high school? Not really. I mean I wish I had taken more advantage of everything my college had to offer...maybe I do. I would do SO MANY things differently.

Can you parallel park? My mom had me practice reverse driving and parking so much before getting my license that I am quite good at it.

A job you had that would surprise people? Assistant at parlament! I can't tell you for whom, though. Beyond the usual bureaucratic stuff, the cool thing was that you spent a lot of time analyzing people and what they were saying, you write notes and observations in code and give those to your boss.

Do you think aliens are real? Yes. Although just like Ana, I also think they are a bit too far away from us and the ones we have seen (if real) were lost and ended here. I also believe that most alien life is microscopical, which is awesome! That is how it started in our planet too! I have so many theories haha.

Can you drive a manual car? Yes! I learned to drive in a manual car and I still remember how to.

What's your guilty pleasure? Buying things for my pets.

Tattoos? I don't have any, I used to want one but now im not sure.

Favourite colour? Cerulean blue, Teal, Cherry red, Olive green, Emerald green... Too many. Colors are beautiful, mate.

Favourite type of music? Ohhh it really depends! I can go from current-pop to symphonic metal in the blink of an eye. I suppose it depends on my mood and if I feel like im pretending im at a club or brooding for a long gone love in a haunted castle.

Do you like puzzles? We are talking about the ones where you need to put a printed picture together with little pieces cut in specific shapes, right? No, I don't. I get dizzy looking for each tiny piece :(.

Any phobias? Roaches. I'm seriously fucking scared of those to the point where I just want to cry if I see one too close to me.

Favourite childhood sport? Ballet.

Do you talk to yourself? Yes, to a point where I don't know if it's healthy but I dont care. It works.

What movie(s) do you adore? The Fall (Tarsem), Star Trek: Beyond, Nimona (2023), Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Inception.

coffee or tea? I cant drink coffee because if I do my anxiety starts acting up :( the hardest caffeine I can drink is green matcha tea and I don't drink it often. I LOVE tea, though. I love full leave tea. My family has herbs in the gardens and thats where we get our tea from.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? A model. Dad said no.

tagging @dual-domination @c-schroed and @pangzi (only if you guys want to, don't feel obligated to, of course!)

#ask meme #ask game #thank you so much for tagging me #I love these

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reidslovely · 9 months

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in my hc Mile’s is still Frat!Peter’s freshie but Miles also being super nerdy/brainy skipped a grade and got into college early, so he’s like 16/17 and that’s why he latches onto Peter like a little puppy lol and Peter was also the only one who really vouched for him and was willing to take him under his wing because everybody else definitely thought Miles was too young for Greek life. He’s definitely the baby of the group. And now Pete and his girlfriend have a permanent third wheel when they go on dates and she teases the both of them about it but secretly doesn’t mind (most of the time)

Stop because you're making good points on all fronts of this. I totally agree with you on Miles third wheeling on the dates. You know that TikTok trend that's like 'I'm not the third wheel im their child' and has that like "mama y papa..mama y papa?" sound. That's Miles. In fact Miles has posted that very TikTok multiple times of you and Peter taking him places with you guys. Peter's girlfriend goes as far as calling Miles their 'first born' or their child they didn't have to raise. But Miles always tags along on the fun dates: movie theater?? Miles was there. a trip to the amusement park??? Peter was buying miles a ticket before he could even ask to go.

But this third wheeling isn't all bad no matter how much you tease, the kid is fucking funny. Peter even helps Miles get his own dates and then the third wheeling turns into double dating. He does get sad when his freshie decides that he doesn't need to go your guys' dates anymore. Which is when the double dating becomes more prevalent and you can't complain. Your boyfriend and Miles are basically brothers and a packaged deal at this point. And honestly it makes you a little emotional because you're watching him come into his own person.

Also Peter totally vouched to get Miles in. Peter is probably the reason Miles even rushed in the first place. He met him walking around the science building and they talked and Peter mentioned first rounds of rush were tonight and that night Miles comes bumbling in through the doors of Theta Tau asking for "the Parker guy."

Peter got all the other brothers to stop referring to Miles as 'little boy' in a matter of days and a few threats of physical violence.

I also head canon that Miles and Frat!Harry are both Frat!Peter's best men because how could he pick between the two??

#frat!peter #miles and Peter both always wanted brothers #and they got that in each other

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cultivatingyourfuture · 6 months

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k now i’ve gotta ask about neil and why you tagged my post about rabies with him. i’m so intrigued you don’t even know

ok. ok. I was working on the paige ask you sent but oooog my God neil. I've gotta talk about neil

so neil (best image I've got of the little guy is this one, which is from 2 years ago, is part of a palate challenge, and contains some injury/self harm content because that was plot relevant at the time so watch out for that) is one of my favorite characters in my entire project. he started out as an elaborate neil cicierega/lemon demon joke and then i thought about him Too Much and now I'm here. oopsie

the tldr of him is that he's got a cool dad and he likes power rangers and trains and aliens and video games but also he's an odd little guy who really likes horror and taxidermy and gore blood etc etc. he's got a sister who loves him to death and gives him the time of day when no one else does and then his entire family is slaughtered, he's kidnapped and organ harvested, and then he gets turned into a killing machine and murders multiple people by command of someone else. ^_^ And he's 12 when this happens to him (10 when his family dies) (14 when it all ends but uhhh they ocarina of time'd his ass because they went ok! we got all the data we need we don't need u anymore!! and shut him down and put him in storage for five more years. he's not physically changed or anything but that's just. six years where he was effectively dead that he's never going to get back. im so nice to my characters ^_^)

the long version:

so side note. the thing about ivywood is that the story is kind of split three ways-- you've got the marshall family and what happened to them in 1999, you've got paige and pierre jensen who are siblings who start a highly successful tech company and what happens within that, and you have cherry, an escaped, unfinished experiment who is found by a trying-her-best scientist lady named francesca (or frankie (or fizzle)) and fixed up, who then gets fixated on finding out who he was before she became a cyborg because they believe it's what will make them 'truly human.' there's a singular factor connecting these three stories together-- however, neil is present in all three narratives by nature of being connected to this factor. id go into it more but im talking about neil and if i talk about eveline more than i have to to understand neil we will be here all fucking day so jus. stick a pin in that

so!! neil marshall. he's born in 1988 on February 29th to a man named scott marshall (named after. scott the woz. i have no explanation) and a mother who died when he was two. a few years pass, scott reconnects with an old college friend named amy dolores, who's working as a nurse (she's a reference to the song amnesia was her name) and is raising 3 kids on her own-- mason, the oldest, who she had when she was still in high school, and her twins william and benjamin (songs referenced are modify, bill waterson, and ben bernake respectively. all by lemon demon. musics a big theme in this thing). Scott and Amy get married when neil is four, and while scott and amy are terribly overworked they're great parents all around. Scott never once makes a difference between Mason, Ben, Bill, and Neil-- to him, they're all his and that's all that matters. Scott didn't exactly have the best upbringing (relevant for later if i ever dive into who eveline was [is? was?] on this blog) and he swore to never do that to his kids, and he's just. God I love scott marshall. ok sorry

so neils weird and autistic and i adore him. he likes programming (like his dad does!) and video games and music and general popular media of the time like star wars and power rangers and what have you but he's also got a lot of stranger interests for a kid. he loves conspiracy theories, he's fascinated by death and disease and taxidermy, he thinks morbidity is cool but not in like. an edgy way? more like "hi did you know they used to put people in boats of honey out in swamps so the wildlife would consume them and its thought to be one of the most painful ways to die in the world !!!! isn't that so interesting !!!!!!!!!" and he's overall very very earnest. he means well. and his family loves him, but they dont quite understand him, but they still dont really put him down for it. hell, scott encourages a lot of his interests!!! but. other people are not as kind. and as much as his parents try, there's only so much they can do to make their kid feel welcome, accepted, normal. neil stops talking quite as much after a while, especially about the things that make him happy, innocuous or otherwise. it's... not something to talk about. he doesn't like being seen as weird. it doesn't feel good.

when he's eight, the marshalls get this new family friend named eveline woode. eveline talks funny and walks weird and wears clothes that look too out of date for a teenager to be wearing because masons the same age as her and she doesnt dress like evie does and eveline has no idea what basic things are, like computers or consoles or even how to use the telephone. eveline is quiet and soft spoken and apologetic and melancholic but by god is she kind and understanding. and she is so, so endlessly interested in the things neil has to say. it's like she's seeing the games he likes and the movies he watches for the first time in her entire life, and when he says something off kilter it doesn't put her off. she engages, she asks questions, she knits him dolls of his favorite video game characters and gives him books about ancient burial practices because she knows that's what he enjoys and he helps her bake and garden and eveline is one of the few people in his life that make him feel accepted, normal, loved. and eveline adores him. and they're just as much of siblings as they could be.

three years later, neil watches someone kill his family in cold blood. first ben, then bill, and then scott. they say they want eveline, that they just want eveline, that if his brothers or father hadnt tried to attack them they wouldve been fine. and then before he knows it evelines got him and they're running and running and running and he doesn't know if his mother and sister are going to be okay, he just knows they were told to go.

but eveline has a bad leg. eveline is slowing them down. eveline is the first to stop, to tell him its either both of them or one of them, and he's just a kid. he doesn't want to leave her, but she promises she'll find him again soon. he trusts her. he runs away, and he never sees eveline again. he never sees anyone in his family again.

he's placed with his aunt. a year or so later, someone who looks a hell of a lot like the person who ruined his life but not exactly comes and tells him he's been sent to finish the job, to kill neil too, but... he doesn't want to do that. it's not his fault he got wrapped up in this mess, anyway. and neils just a kid.

this man asks neil to come willingly. that, if he does so, he might be able to make sure he at least lives. neil is eleven years old and he is terrified and yet he can find no reason to keep going. he goes with the man. he is forever changed. his hair turns yellow and there is something wrong with his arms. he can't remember his name anymore.

he is put through testing. they make him into a weapon. they make him primed to kill. they take his memories of his family, of eveline, of himself, and these people tell him when he's done a good job, when he's done right. when they throw people into his enclosure with him and tell him to go for the throat, or the heart, or whatevers available and vital, he does so hoping only that they'll be proud of him for how strong he is. it feels nice to be accepted.

but they get everything they need out of him, and someone higher up makes an order, and suddenly he's not needed anymore. he's put into an eternal sleep, dangling between conscious and unconscious. he's forgotten, left to rust. other cyborgs take his place; other people come and go. no one remembers him.

the next time this boy will wake up, the facility will be ruined. he will have a singular, simple objective; find the intruder, and kill them. he will succeed in doing this.

he will not recognize the slope of their nose, the way they do not run from him. he will not notice the funny way they walk. he will not remember who he was or why it matters that they say the name neil like he's supposed to recognize it.

he just does what he was made to do.

#welcome to hell buddy hope u enjoy the ride!!!#cws for All of that bullshit under the cut here ->#blood cw #death cw #kidnapping cw #familial death cw #i think i made it sound like eveline was on the run from like. the law or something.#and oh buddy i wish that was the case. she woulda gotten out so much better if itd been something like that.#murder cw #also neils got a plant in him. for reasons. the plant is a lemon tree. i might call him lemon smtimes but its the same guy #fratricide #<- ? lol #neil #eveline #lore #asks #merriclo #also the finer details of this sre gettin hammered out but the tldr is completely accurate at least

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tired-needs-sleep · 1 year

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sleepy's silly masterpost

hi im sleepy! i post things here. be warned if you're following for actal content since i reblog a lot!

i may occasionally reblog #suggestive things, stuff of that nature, or answer an ask with something suggestive. i will tag it.

this is my main. go follow @sleep-needed-tired if you're looking for animal content since im not very consistent with that anymore

i tend to be anxious when it comes to starting direct interaction like asks and dms, but i promise i only nibble and don't bite

stuff i post about:

- pokemon, maingame and fangame

- the main fangames are the rebornverse fangames (reborn, rejuvenation, desolation

- ocs

hobbies!

- art

- writing

ocs!

kisaragi "sara" ferrovia (they/she, 19) tag: #oc: kisaragi 🌙

protagonist oc of pokemon desolation. memories fragmented, they awoke one day with mild injuries aside their beloved sister and absol. has strange abilities not too different from that very absol. goes by sara among friends.

aldith (she/they, 18) tag: oc: aldith ⚔️

rejuvenation oc; a timid, quiet person introduced to hauyne after accompanying melia to blackstepple castle. she eventually joins the former on her journey, and eventually finds that the two have more in common than she thought...

rhea (she/they, 20) tag: #oc: rhea🪐

protagonist oc of pokemon reborn. certified eevee girl, has an evolution of each type. owner of the obsidian starshard.

nia (she/her, 18) tag: #oc: nia <3

protagonist oc of pokemon rejuvenation. a paragon interceptor from a different universe. enthusiastic dog lover. she's very nice but watch out. might be a little too much for you!

lyria (she/her, 12) tag: #oc: lyria 🌨️

rejuvenation oc. a girl that climbed out of the voidal chasm... with no memory of who she was. she picked her own name and is utterly clueless but also curious about everything. odd temperature occurrences happen when she is upset.

rue hycanith (they/she/any) tag: #oc: rue hycanith 🌺

a kind soul that is obsessed with plants. she tries to help even those that have hurt them in the past. friends with sweety and ivy, and separated when their parents moved them away after a certain event, only to reunite in college.

(the next few aren't as developed as the above so they don't have intros yet, but i still talk about them)

celina (she/her, 16) tag: #oc: celina ☄️

esmerelda (she/her, 12) tag: #oc: esmerelda 🪄

seraphina (she/her, 22) tag: #oc: seraphina 🏵️

neri jones (she/her) tag: oc: neri 🌊

zyria (she/her) tag: #oc: zyria 🐉

tags!

#sleepy rambles

#sleepy art

#sleepy plays: (game)

#sleepy art...ish - art wips

#sleepy's dreams- queue tag

#sleepy shut up - mostly joke tag. used on long posts / posts with a bunch of tags

#rebornswap- au where kisaragi is the protagonist of reborn instead of desolation

#rejuvswap- same thing but with rejuvenation

#renesara- rejuvswap, but specifically talking about renegade!sara instead of defaulting to paragon!sara.

#beginning of 2024 update

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tiredlilguy · 3 months

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Omg yes Jouno>>> it's too sad that he got so little screen time before Asagiri turned him into a vampire :') but even then Jouno is h o t. Glad that I'm a Jouno simp now 🤭😍

And please tag me when you do eventually release the Lippmann fic 😩 I need to see what else this man hides underneath those comfortable looking clothes of his LMAO (imagine if he also hides a small photo of him and his lover right near his chest 🤧 he would be such a sweetheart in a relationship) but really Lippmann do you not have anywhere else to store those weapons and books 💀 xD

I also cannot wait for 'The Day I Picked Up Dazai' to be officially released in a novel with a cover and anything jajshdhah even though I'm gonna cry a storm in Part B, I'm still gonna read it (BSD fans are fed so well omg- we love you Asagiri)

Lastly, I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love love LOVE your works for Chuuya! You write him so in character and you're completely right- he's actually just a sweet boy that was in the wrong place at the wrong time :') (oh and making his pockets hurt is a MUST because mans has so much money that expensive clothing wouldn't make a dent in his bank account hehe- not to mention he has an impeccable fashion taste). He deserves so much better 😭

Good to see that you're taking breaks :D and I look forward to talking with you more!

OMG YES I will def tag you in the next lippman fic i make =3=

when "The Day I Picked Up Dazai" releases in English, YOU KNOW imma be the first to run to the store istg- ;;w;; i hope to get the version in Japanese as well

also tysm for supporting my writing AAAAAA im glad that i write him in character, cuz istg, i feel like that's a big worry i always have with writing characters (even though it is a little ooc because it's x reader content). also ur so right about the wrong place wrong time- i would like to see turned to the light chuuya im ngl- i do have a fic in store at one point with rimlaine taking care of Chuuya somewhere in France- it's currently archived, and i'll get around to writing it again at some point, but it's an idea i'm thinking about expanding soon! (i'll def tag you with that one too)

i apologize for the late response! i've been pretty busy and it's also kind of hectic right now with college and such, but im surviving! my birthday's this month so YIPEEEEE (not until the end of the month though)

i will definitely try relaxing more when i can, it's been pretty stressful recently, but i'm doing alright for now. I look forward to talking with you more too!!! You seem so cool AAAAA <3

#mono talks #<3

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claud1as · 1 year

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hey im claudia/q i made this blog specifically for this kinshift but honestly the privacy is kind of nice so ill definitely post about more than just kin stuff. original posts tagged #.txt until further notice, and more info under the cut

you can call me claud or q if you want, i use he/she pronouns (im bigender but on t and basically male presenting irl) and you can call me pretty much anything but a woman/lady/man, and im a 19 year old college student and would-be math major (its a community college so the best we can do for now is an associate of the arts w a stem focus but this way i get to just go to a community college)

im also fictionkin, since i made this blog specifically for only one kintype i will not be posting a full list but claudia is my only wh13 kin and one of my two really major kins. i dont have a TON of memories but i remember enough to say my tl was relatively close to canon? at least on the surface, there are several kind of considerable gaps though.

(note because i know itll come up: i refer to myself retroactively as bigender and queerhet because thats how i understand my identity now but i really never thought of it in those terms, i did have a lot of discomfort with my identity as a straight woman though and because my gender and sexuality were so tied up in each other i eventually started to think of myself as having kind of a gay male thing going on as well, i did exclusively use she/her pronouns and mostly feminine language throughout most of my canon as far as i know but i dont really care that much anymore)

im not writing a dni because the idea of writing a dni makes my paranoia spike like crazy and also because i have a block button and no issues using it against someone who i really truly do not want interacting with me, but in general if youre, like, blatantly racist/sexist/queerphobic/ableist/saneist/whatever else and you try to follow me you can expect to be blocked. also i do try to check dnis of anyone i want to follow but im not gonna do a full background check on everyone i reblog from so if you need to block me i really dont care. thats your business curate your online experience how you want

technically this is a sideblog, i follow/ask/etc from @claud11as but thats not my real main, like i said i just like the privacy of having a second account. i shouldve made this blog its own account in the first place tbh im just too stubborn to remake now

anyways. if youre out there sourcemates please interact. go ahead stick your hand in my enclosure i wont bite. (<- factually incorrect but you should still stick your hand in my enclosure anyways its totally worth it like 98% of the time.) i genuinely would love to talk to anyone as long as youre aware that i may take a little while to respond to any dms/asks cause im not always gonna be logged in on this account

#.txt #pinned post #warehouse 13 kin #<- in case somebodys looking. idk ive seen people tag their pinned posts with their source tags before i assume thats okay #might remove that tag later i guess #doesnt... seem like many people are looking.

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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ARI YES PLEASE

temptation | g. suguru.

✫ tags ;; dark content ahead, stepcest, fem!reader (she/her pronouns + being called a girl), stepbrother getou, a general amount of delusion cause it's getou, slightest yan energy, richboy getou, college!reader, slight age gap, fingering, praise 18+

✫ wc ;; 1.9k (why. like.)

✫ a/n ;; im so nervous i could throw up LMAO. no extra thirsts abt this in my inbox cause im not really ready for all that yet but... here's this

Getou isn't someone who's typically appeased by other people. He has a bit of an antisocial streak, a disdain for most of the people in the circle of rich socialites his father hangs around.

A new marriage and a divorced but rich old man marrying a woman curiously young for him. He was expecting to exchange pleasantries with the same kind of people he's used to meeting with. Vapid, annoying leeches and air-heads, other various people he finds insufferable. You'll be a woman like your mother, he bets it.

To his surprise, more than anyones, Getou really likes you.

Temptation is a funny thing. A dripping faucet, a slow build that at first feels like a drop in the ocean. It doesn't matter until it does, and when it does - anything can make the water tip over it. Just one drop, one push is all it takes.

There are a couple thing that Getou finds interesting about you. The first thing is that you didn't come from money. He learns this about you through a couple of family bonding activities his dad insisted everyone went on. In a cabin in the woods, you drink wine and you're careless when you drink. You talk too much and apologize right after, but Getou eggs you on.

Your father left and your mother married rich, but you remember struggling for years before than. Getou likes the way you talk - when you drink your drawl comes out. Not prim and not proper like how you greet his father. You're clumsy and younger than him and not careful. When you lean over the brick fireplace to turn something onto the TV - your panties flash at him and they're printed with cherries.

You're.. sweet. And not stupid or even naive, but there's something about you that's different. An awareness about who you were in opposition to the people around you. You identify intention almost too easy. Your quips go over most people's heads.

Not with him, though.

You're younger than him still, so sometimes you act a little bratty. You fuss - when you get comfortable with him. He picks on you for fun. You don't have enough caution around him, and maybe you shouldn't. After all, he's supposed to be your brother. Your big brother, four years your senior - he's supposed to take care of you.

So, it's entirely possibly you don't know. That you trust too much. That you're a little desperate for someone to care for you, in a way that doesn't feel shoddy. Maybe you have no idea about how you seem. How Getou looks at you when you descend down the stairs in shorts and no-bra. Maybe you don't think twice about how you get when you're drunk and your cleavage is pressed against his chest - parted lips and flushed face tiredly wanting to get taken home.

It's possible. Because you let your guard down around Getou, and you laugh at his jokes. The way you treat him, learn slowly to ask him for things. For advice. Something about the way you lean into Getou so easily. Your big brother - you sing praises for him to your school friends over the phone, and you smile big when his dad asks if he's being nice to you.

Tempting. Awfully, awfully tempting.

Getou doesn't think about it for a long time. He doesn't act on it even in the privacy of his own bedroom. It's just that his curiosity gets overwhelming. Sometimes he looks at you and thinks about how boys at college must be after you. He wonders how you flirt, how you bat your pretty lashes at the people you like, if you're too trusting when your heart gets caught in the palms of someone else. Some boy, who doesn't know you like he does.

When you come home that first year, after your winter break - you spend most of your time crying in your bedroom over some guy.

And Getou knows because he's the first person you tell. You knock feebly at his door with a pillow in your arms and Getou welcomes you with an amused smile. You tell him you're sorry, you want to drink, and that he was the only other person you could think of telling.

Getou listens and doesn't know how to feel. Most of it is conflicted. You ramble about some nameless boy and cry your silly little heart out, sob to your big brother. He cradles you, brings your head to his chest when you wail. You sound distressed, and part of him feels bad.

But the other part, more heinous - is staring at your bare thighs. How your shorts ride up and he can see your skin.

"C-can't believe I'm c-crying over a guy who didn't even make me cum." You manage through a sob.

And then you freeze, like how you always do when you've said too much. You pull back and your hands are on his chest and you come to this realization that that's inappropriate.

Getou sees it on your tear-stricken face, the final drop that breaks the dam are the tears that soak your lashes. The horror in your expression that you're too close. Too close.

He can't help his hand from patting your head. He brings you in again, lulls you into the secure arms of your nice big brother.

The word family has always been lost on Getou. He never knew of his mother and his father was cold at best. Your mom was sweet to him.

But with you, his sweet, young, and all too trusting little sister - he's starting to get the point. Because it's not right to make you cry. Because he should know your everything. He's sure not gonna break your heart.

"Do you want me to make you feel better?"

You look up. And he looks at you, dark hairs frame his face. He's always been attractive. Your friends tell you it's a shame he's your brother. You always agree. And your heart hammers when you hear him speak.

"H-how..?"

Sweet. So, so, sweet.

His hand reaches between your thighs, rubbing circles with his thumb. And your breath hitches sweetly, soft in the back of your throat. But you don't stop him, don't flinch way from his touches. You lean back.

"What're you..?"

"I don't like seeing you cry, you know that?"

He reaches forward. Leans into you, where you sit. His lips are too close, and he smells like cologne. The one you bough because of him to spray on your pillows when you're away from home.

"It makes me feel like I'm not a good big brother to you. I'm supposed to defend you. Make you feel better."

Close. Too close. You hear from people that Getou is good in bed. Despite having graduated your campus is full of rumors.

"W-we shouldnt.. you d-don't have too."

"I think I want to. And they don't have to do. Our house is big enough so mommy and daddy dearest won't hear. Are you frustrated?"

You nod. It's so small.

"I can fix that. Guys your age don't know how to make you cum, right?"

He gestures you into his lap and you go. Of course you go, you have no choice but to go. You seat yourself on his lap and face him. And he presses your weight down onto his cock, and he's so hard. It surprises you, and you gasp - make that look that you do when you're excited.

"Look how hard you get me. I always tell everyone how proud I am of you. Not to your face though."

The praise feels good. The adoration, love from a boy who is supposed to be no one to you. Just through circumstance, through that do you have him. It makes you nervous when he looks at you.

"T-thank you."

His eyes go wide. He kisses your temple and the act is reverent. He's not normally this tender, but you deserve the best. It's only normal to treat you like this. You're family.

Getou kisses you first. You're inexperienced and it makes him hard out of his mind. He only kisses you to ease your nerves but you seem to like it. Your fingers thread through his locks and you rut your soft hips over his cock. You get desperate fast and Getou paces you. Clumsy little thing you are, like little sisters always are. He reads about it, and knows you well. Bratty and impatient, you kiss like you have something to prove. Of course you do.

"Sit like this. I'll show you something nice."

You don't think to question him. Listening well, you sit in his lap - and you face the wall. And Getou lets his head rest on your shoulder and his hands slip into the waistband of your shorts. And his hands are so big, but warm. His other one rests on your throat.

"I know you do this a lot, yeah? I always hear you."

You whine and throb. Too trusting. He teases your clit with his middle finger, just lightly. Presses the damp fabric

"Does it bother you? I would listen to you when I worked from home. Wondered what you thought about."

His fingers move into your panties, no longer teasing you. He rubs soft little circles into your clit. His dick pressing into your spine as he does. You preen under his attention. You whimper a little, the way your hard clit is pressed underneath his fingers. Pleasure fills your stomach, molten. Mind filled with him. Big brother, always - before Getou. Always big brother, your favorite. You want to be his favorite too.

He rubs your clit soft and easy. You want more, and he laughs at you. Not callous but amused, endeared. He dips his fingers down lower and lower. The pad of his middle finger is eager against your hole. You flutter, soaking his fingers and choking on a breath when he moves forward. When he gives it to you, lets his middle finger push into your sweet little cunt until he's knuckle deep. He presses onto your gspot and your hands fly to his wrist.

"Desperate, much?"

"Don't be so mean."

"I can do whatever I want. I'm older than you."

You whine when he curls up. Gestures up before careful fucking you open with his ring finger. You whimper the sudden stretch, a light burn before you adjust. Getou lets his palm rest on your clit. He pumps his fingers out of your pussy and grits about how tight you are. How no boy on your campus deserves to fuck you, do you understand? That Getou gets to do this because you're his.

And you nod. You whimper in agreeance, stupidly getting fucked. You whine his first name. Your stomach gets so tight, the impending feeling of an orgasm rushing through you. Like a riptide, you cum - more than that. A rush of liquid sprays onto Getou's sheets and all over your shorts. You cum, harder than you ever have and Getou encourages you with a coo.

"See? See why I'm so proud of you?"

You whimper. Your stomach drops, because you feel something unexpected. The lust for more. For more Getou, more of this. It makes you dizzy.

"Do you want me to teach you more things?"

Your voice shakes.

"P-please teach me."

Getou grins. He really likes you.

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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