#but its where i get my up to date news 😭 and i have some ppl i talk to now 🥲
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i thought gif stealing in here was bad but fucking hell twitter is just chock full of people who will steal your content and post it as their own
#im so fucking annoyed#I HATE IT THERE#but its where i get my up to date news 😭 and i have some ppl i talk to now 🥲#im deff not making anything to post on there anymore tho fuck em
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Omg I hope it’s not too late! Happy 2K yayayayay it’s been really fun watching you grow 😭. I remember when your blog was pretty new and I asked you for advice on how to make my own and you said try not to make a 2nd blog. I was wondering if I could have option 1 with a S/O who dated the monster trio but they broke up so now they are trying to win their heart back.
A/N: still my greatest regret is making this a secondary blog but it all worked out! Hope you are doing well :) thanks for being along for the ride.
Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji
Total word count: 1k
Get You Back
Luffy
Luffy tries his best to move on because he thinks that's what you want. Even though he hates going to bed alone and not sitting next to you at dinner, he tries to get over it.
At first he acts like nothing happened. He still runs to tell you stuff as soon as he finds out something, and he always wants to take you on adventures. Sure, you broke up, but you’re still nakama, right?
Nami explains to him that you need some time before things will go back to a sense of normal, and Luffy agrees to give you space. But god, he hates it. He’s so lonely.
One night, he can’t take it anymore. He knows it’s your night to keep watch, and he joins you in the crow’s nest. He knows he should let you be, but he has to try one more thing.
“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, looking out over the stars.
“I’ve already forgiven you, Luffy.” Your voice is sad, and he knows that you’ve been lonely too.
He turns to look at you, eyes wide and heart beating hard in his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever be together again?”
“I-” you stop, captivated by his wide, hopeful eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully.
“I miss you,” he admitted. “I miss you so much. I hate going to bed and I hate not being around you during the day. I hate when I find a cool bug and I can’t show it to you, or when we visit an island and you don’t join me on an adventure. I just want things to be normal again. I’ll do anything, please.”
“I want to be with you, Luffy,” you said. “I just-”
He lunged for you, his lips attacking you with desperation and eagerness. You can feel his words turning into actions; you can feel how much he has longed to kiss you and touch your skin again. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out this time.
Zoro
Zoro didn’t think you were serious when you said it was over. So, when he went into his room and couldn’t find any of your things, he was confused.
He sought you out, curious. “Hey, where’s your stuff?”
But you just rolled your eyes. “Get it through your brain Zoro. Unlike you, I say what I mean. We’re over.”
Oh. That last fight had been a breakup fight. Now he understood.
But he saw the pain in your eyes. He knew you didn’t want this outcome. So he’d just have to prove that he was worthy of you
He doesn’t beg for you back, but he keeps his word with everything he does.
When you ask him to do something, he does it. Hell, even if the cook asks him to do something, he does it without complaint (especially if you’re in the room). He always keeps his word. Always.
Part of him acts like nothing happened. He still shares booze with you, naps near you, laughs with you. But he won’t ask for you back. Even if its the only thing he wants.
After about a month, he’s had enough. It’s just the two of you on the ship, watching the Sunny as the others run off to the island.
“When are we going to go back to normal?” he demands, storming up to you. “Don’t you think we’ve been apart for too long?”
“I told you, Zoro-”
“Don’t say it.” His voice was gruff as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you there with his own body. “Please, don’t say it.”
“We’re bad for each other,” you whispered, trying to ignore the mess of emotions you were feeling at the moment.
“We’re not,” he argued. “I swear we’re not. Let me prove it.” His lips hover over your mouth, waiting for permission. “Please, let me prove it.”
“One more cha-” His lips crash into yours, and you find yourself melting into the touch you had missed so much over the past few weeks.
Sanji
This man is the best at apologies. He knows no shame and smothers you in love.
Every morning, you get an immaculate breakfast. Your snacks and desserts are the ones he knows you adore. You are pampered beyond your wildest imagination (which is impressive after dating Sanji for so long. You thought you had seen it all.)
Fresh flowers at your bedside every morning (where is he getting all of these flowers??). Rose petals lead to your bedroom at night. You’d think you were on a honeymoon.
It’s almost annoying. It’s almost too much. But Sanji knows when he’s starting to become annoying, and he’ll let up slightly, just long enough for you to calm down. And then he’ll start back up again.
The biggest thing for you though, is the next time you go onto an island.
His eyes stay on you. They hardly even linger as he walks with you, Nami, and Usopp through the shopping district.
If any pretty ladies walk by, he doesn’t even bother to look. He’s so captivated by you that he doesn’t even notice anyone else.
While your back is turned or while you’re shopping, he doesn’t even gawk at any islanders (Nami and Usopp watch him for ANY hint of flirtation. There is NONE.)
He only vanishes for a brief moment in a jewelry store, coming back with a little bag of his own. “Cufflinks,” he explains. “My other ones broke.”
When you all get back to the ship, he pulls you aside and gives you a bracelet full of aquamarine stones that reminds you of his eyes.
“Please, be mine again,” he begs, holding the box out. “It hurt to breathe without you. I need you. Please.”
“Sanji,” you breathe out. “It’s beautiful.”
“Just like you,” he whispers. “Y/N, I’m so-”
You jump into his arms, pushing your lips against his. You missed that sweet taste of vanilla that was always on his tongue, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t ever have to go without it again.
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I keep thinking about you.
i keep thinking about you.
loser!ex!friend!taesan x popular!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 8.7k+ ☆ one-shot mdni!
synopsis; taesan never would've believed that there would be a time where popularity would get in the way of you and him. but it wasn't just popularity, it was also your boyfriend. so when you needed an escape from your boyfriend, you found yourself with taesan. the problem is taesan is attached, and you have attachment issues.
warnings; referring to taesan as dongmin, cheating, toxic relationship, mainly written in his pov, its literally just sex again and again, angst, oral sex (both m and f receiving), cum eating, both protected and unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby, pretty boy, angel, good boy), i know im a small dick taesan enthusiast BUT he has a big dick in this, taesans very vocal, cockwarming, taking virginity, dry humping, making out, male masturbation, jaehyun and leehan cameo, itty bit of crying.
a/n; almost fully based on taesans self composed song "i keep thinking about you." a lot of inspo for this fic came from that, so thank you taesan! if u read the lyrics of the song, a lot of things in this fic might make a lot more sense 😭 listen to his song here ♡
For as long as Dongmin has known you, he believed you were an angel in disguise.
And there was a moment where you two couldn't be separated. Every little thing about you was perfect, and he was so lucky to be by your side.
Until you drifted away from him. It was fully your decision,, Dongmin would never give up being close to you for anything. But there really wasn't anything he was able to do about it.
You had started dating this guy, and he became the number 1 man in your heart, Dongmin knew he couldn't be mad at you over it, you had found someone that you took interest in, and for the years Dongmin has known you, this has been a first.
But him no longer being in your heart wasn't the problem. The problem was that you had gained popularity and started to pretend you didn't know him. He knew he wasn't popular like you, and he had little to no friends, but he never would've thought there would end up being a time where you would just give up on your friendship without hesitation.
You met your boyfriend. And suddenly you were gone.
Your entire friend group shifted, you only became friends with people who were just as popular as you, and you had started to also tolerate when your new friends made jokes about him or other people.
He had no clue what happened to that angel he once knew.
Dongmin especially felt his whole world collapse when you had found out that he liked you. He had watched your contact disappear from his phone, as well as you blocking him on all the social media accounts that you had owned. He believed life was out to get him,
So instead of getting over you like every other human would do, he watches as you and your new friends have a very loud conversation in the library. He's sitting at a table alone, writing down whatever comes to his mind every time he steals a look at you.
"What a slut." He overhears one of your friends say, "I mean she's practically slept with everyone." He assumes they're talking about some girl who probably doesn't deserve it, because it's all he seems to notice you guys do.
"Well not everyone..." One of your other friends raises her eyebrows and tilts her head towards him, everyone catching him staring. He immediately looks down embarrassed, fixing his headphones to pretend like something was playing.
Your friend responds to her, "No one would sleep with Dongmin." She jokes, "He's really quiet, I bet he's a secret perv."
He sees you laugh from the corner of his eye,,, you would never laugh at people talking about him like that. Well at least the old you wouldn't, the new you absolutely would.
"Alright guys," You grab your bag from the library seat, eyes glued to your phone, "My boyfriend says I have to meet him at the lunch hall in less than 10 minutes or else he won't buy me food." You make quick eye contact with Dongmin and rush out of the library.
Your friend looks at him one last time before rolling her eyes, "Can't believe she was actually friends with that guy." They both laugh about another comment made, and follow you out of the library.
The library returns to being peaceful.
Dongmin was very good at pretending like he couldn't hear people talk about him, which happened more than he liked. Your 'friends' also constantly make fun of you for ever being friends with him.
He wasn't strange in the slightest, just kind of a loner. But you always used to tell how cool he was, and how you'll never be friends with someone the way you're friends with him.
He hated the term friends.
And if there was one thing Dongmin couldn't do, it was that he couldn't stop thinking about you.
You have a boyfriend, and you treat him like shit, but you still occupy so much space in his head.
How could he forget you so easily? How could you forget him so easily?
He starts playing music in his headphones, looking down at the open page of his book, only a few words written down.
He finds himself writing yet another song about you.
Making songs was Dongmins therapy.
Which is why he's hunched over his computer, trying to get rid of any thoughts of you from today. And it seemed helpless considering every lyric he wrote down today traced back to you.
Somehow he was able to hear the doorbell ring, despite his headphones being on full volume. He places them on his keyboard, leaving his room to open the door.
And the last person he expected to be there, was standing right in front of him. "What are you doing here?"
You smile at him, glad to finally see his face up close for the first time in a while. "What? I can't see you anymore?"
"Aren't you like banned from ever being in the same room as me?" He says sarcastically, not moving his body an inch.
You look up at him before looking at your shoes, "No.. Well yes. But I'm willing to make risks."
He takes a deep sigh, knowing he'd most likely regret his actions but he moves his body out the way and holds the door open for you, welcoming you inside. Once you enter, he locks the door and heads to his bedroom.
You follow him after taking your shoes off, "Are your parents home?"
"They're never home, you know that." He responded without looking at you, which you take as a sign to be quiet. You close his door behind you and look at his computer before he slams it shut. "Were you making a song?"
"No." He shakes his head, closing his lyric book before putting it away.
You tilt your head, "Cmon you can tell me, I know you have a passion for music. I support you.!"
He looks at you with a straight face, "I was just messing around with the app."
"I don't remember you being so secretive."
"That makes two of us."
The silence was getting unbearable, Dongmin watches as you fidget with your fingers, knowing this was just as awkward to you as it was to him. "Why are you here...?"
"He cheated on me." You blurt out. You weren't sure who else to go to about this, "He doesn't know that I know. But I found out." Dongmin's face softened as he approached you, wrapping his arms around your body.
"So why don't you break up with him?" He asks, "Why'd you come here instead?"
"I don't really know.." You look up at him and let out the cutest giggle he's ever heard, "I'm not upset, I mean I'm not even surprised. Guess I just needed to tell someone." You both stand there, his hand now caressing your back, "You still care about me right, Dongmin?"
Now it's his turn to laugh lightly, "I don't want to. But of course I do."
"I'm such a terrible person." You frown thinking about the way you've disregarded him. He wasn't sure if you were trying to gain pity from him, you didn't need his pity, you had him no matter what.
"No you're not." He lifts your face up so you can see him. "Your boyfriend is. He's a very unpleasant person. I don't know why you're drawn to him." He smiles at you, "And don't pretend he's not, we all know he is."
You stare into his eyes and hold back a smile, "He is, isn't he?" Dongmin just nods back, taking glances at every feature of your face. How are you so beautiful? You place your hands on both sides of his face, "Can I kiss you?"
He wants to, more than anything, but he hesitates, "What about your boyfriend?"
You lean closer to his face, staring at his lips, "Let go of him right now, it's just us." You place your lips onto his, immediately noticing how soft they are.
This is everything Dongmin has ever dreamed of. Maybe not in this particular situation, but the kiss was just as perfect as he imagined it. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him.
He pulls away and your eyes softly open before you're staring into his eyes, "I want more."
Anything you want.
He places his lips on yours again, this time a little more desperation shines through, you're backing him up to his bed, sitting him down so you can sit on his lap, all without breaking the kiss once. His hands are exploring every part of your body, still unsure if this is actually happening or not. What if it's just another one of his wet dreams?
When you bite down on his lip, he's more than positive that this is actually his reality. The bite making him let out a moan. "You sound so pretty," You chew on his lip, "My pretty boy."
The pet name sent shock waves all throughout his body, forcing him to freeze. He dreamt of the day you would say something like that to him. He had dreamt of a lot of things.
"Don't say things like that." He whimpers, "I can't handle it."
You run your fingers through his hair, feeling his bulge grow underneath you. "I can tell." You tease him, moving your hips against him to see his reaction.
"Oh fuck.." He holds your hips, covering his face on your shoulder. It's embarrassing for him when he gets needy like this, especially in front of you. "How far are we going?"
"As far as you want." You smile at him, looking down at his boner. Just the thought of fucking you already had him up, "Do you have condoms?"
He presses his lips together, holding onto the hem of your shirt. "No."
"Buy condoms next time." You brush the hair out of his face.
"Next ti-?" He's cut off with you grinding against him, shutting his eyes closed. His nightmare would be cumming in his pants before even getting to third base with you.
"Dongmin, have you ever had sex before?" You ask, not stopping your hip movements. He shakes his head and you start feeling bad. You'd feel horrible if you took his virginity when he was hoping to lose it to someone he had a relationship with. "Hey, than maybe we shouldn't do th-"
"No." He puts his hand over your mouth, "I want to." You take a deep breath and nod. Your lips are back on his as you proceed your grinding on him.
Dongmin is starting to get impatient, the grinding not enough for his painful boner. He starts unintentionally thrusting up against your clothed cunt, and a whimper escapes from his mouth with each thrust.
Your boyfriend is nowhere near as cute as he is.
You can tell he's starting to get more desperate with his humping, trying to actually gain satisfaction out of it, and that's when you suggest you both remove the clothes in the way.
Finally seeing his cock outside of his pants made reality really sink in. He's bigger than most cocks you've seen, and it surprises you. But you're determined to get genuine pleasure so you line him up with you.
Dongmin's very lucky that his first time is raw.
The second he enters, you immediately feel like his dick was made for you. It was the perfect size, bigger than average but not an uncomfortable size.
"Oh god you're so big Min," Your grip on his shoulders tightens and he moans from the compliment alone.
You adjust yourself to a comfortable position and look in his eyes, "I'll do the moving since this is your first time, okay?" He nods, resting his hands on your waist, he's so excited that you feel him twitch inside of you.
You lift yourself up and down, taking notice on his facial expressions and noises, unable to stop yourself from smiling, "You're so cute." His cheeks become a shade of red, his cock twitching again. "You respond to compliments huh.?"
"Not on purpose.." He says, trying to rid himself of embarrassment from being unable to control his cock.
"I know," You pat his head, slowly feeling your energy go down as you get closer to your climax. "But it's okay because you're being such a good boy."
And just like suspected, his cock twitches again.
"So cute." You whisper under your breath. "Are you getting close? Cause I am." He doesn't respond, but instead starts lifting his hips up into you at a faster rate, taking control over you both.
His hips twitch, and you feel it. His cum inside of you. And the thought of it brings you to your own orgasm. You moan his name out, and grip onto his hair. Hearing you say his name in such an explicit way makes him cum a second time.
For the first time in months, you actually had a really good orgasm.
"You're so much better than him." You touch his cheek softly. Dongmin almost cringes at you bringing up your boyfriend after just having sex with him.
"Break up with him, please." He whispers.
Dongmin won't lie and say he wasn't heartbroken when he saw you with your boyfriend again the next week. His arm wrapped around your waist, as you talk to your friends.
He couldn't understand how you could happily continue going out with him even after sleeping with Dongmin. You cheated on him. Granted he did cheat on you first but still. Despite all that, you stayed. Why?
He's only watching you from a distance. He wants to approach you, or at least just wave, but he can't move. So instead he's creepily watching you and he only then realizes it's a problem when your friend nudges your shoulder and points at him.
Now he's more than aware this could turn into a problem. So he waves, because he thinks it might be able to justify why he's looking.
Instead of waving you back, you take a deep breath, raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend and look back at him. Dongmin starts biting the inside of his cheek, opting on putting his headphones on and just walking away.
This isn't the first time something like this has happened, and yet it's still just as awkward as the first time. And he's about to leave before he sees you speed walk his way.
"Can I help you?" You look at the ground behind him, playing with the strings of your bag.
He shrugs, now feeling awkward, "Just saying hi."
"Yeah well don't" You respond quickly.
He's back to biting the inside of his cheek, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweater. "I'm confused on why we can't be friends.."
"Friends don't sleep together." You say, face deadpanned as you make eye contact with your boyfriend, far away enough where he can't hear you.
He sighs, you've put him in such an odd position. You're not his friend but you're also not his lover? "So that's it? You sleep with me once and I'm not allowed to talk to you?"
He looks back at your friends who are staring at him harshly, almost burning a hole in his skin. Your boyfriend however is on his phone, trying not to get too upset over the fact that you willingly wanted to talk to Dongmin.
He hears you sigh loudly and you stand in front of him so he's forced to look at you, "It's much more complicated than that, okay?" You copy him and glance at your friends too, "If it was up to me, things would be different."
And that's all you say before walking away from him.
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Dongmin's just had the most boring class of his entire life. Mainly because he was yawning the whole time, trying his hardest not to fall asleep in case the professor decided to say something worth hearing. There's no one to blame Dongmin's tiredness on except himself, he hasn't been able to sleep well these past few days because of you.
Every time he closed his eyes to fall asleep, the exact same moments with you would replay in his head. Thus, lack of sleep.
So he's pretty happy when the class is finally over, he can go home and maybe, hopefully, take a nap. So he grabs his stuff in a hurry and walks out the classroom, all to see you standing there with your arms crossed on the other side of the hall.
Maybe he's hallucinating, or maybe you're waiting for someone else, so he just walks away, not willing to embarrass himself anymore.
"Dongmin? Hello??" He hears you call out to him, until eventually your arm is on his shoulder. So maybe you were waiting for him. "I needed to talk to you."
He's not upset in the slightest, in fact he's actually really happy that you actually want to talk to him. "How'd you know I was in that class?"
"Oh uhm." You say, taken aback by the question, "I asked around to see if anyone had any classes with you and eventually someone did and so yeah uh.."
You had gone through all that trouble, for him?
"Look," You start, "I really needed to tell you that I did enjoy that night with you. And you know, if you're down, maybe we could do it again?"
Again? He swears his heart is going to explode. "When were you thinking?"
"Tonight,,, maybe.?" Your voice had a little shake in it, exposing you for being a little nervous about asking him if you guys could sleep together again.
Dongmin smiles softly with a nod, "Sure." He does his absolute best to play it cool in front of you but the thought of you and the past few restful nights finally coming to end makes his heart pound.
And so the moment he gets home he's kicking his feet over the thought of you coming over again.
Deciding on ways for the time to pass by quicker, he decides to clean his entire room. Like yes, you've seen his room at some of his messiest times, but that doesn't change the fact that he wants to be impressionable on you.
But even cleaning his room didn't take up that much time, and he finds himself looking at the clock every minute. He probably should've asked you for a more specific time.
He's just really excited to have you with him again. He's willing to get hurt if it means being able to be close to you somehow. He wants you any way that he can.
Why was it taking an hour for each minute to pass?
It must've taken another hour of staring at the ceiling before the ring to his door was pushed. And it took a lot of self control for him to not run to the door to see who it was, despite knowing it's most likely you.
And you it was.
"Hey." he says, trying his hardest not to smile super hard, opposite from you, who is smiling.
"Hey you." You poke his shoulder, walking into his house. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." He couldn't be happier.
Dongmin closes the front door, motioning for you to kick off your shoes so you can go to his room. "How about we continue that hm?" He says before leaning slightly down to kiss you.
Just like expected, you return the kiss, making sure you can taste every bit of him. "Your room, now." You say against his kiss and he nods slightly, grabbing your hand and walking urgently to his room.
You automatically sit down on his bed and wait for him to close the door so he can sit down next to you, which doesn't take him very long because he's just as needy as you are. His hands find their way into your hair, and you're as close as you can possibly be to him.
He breaks the kiss to be able to place them down your neck, "Careful about leaving hickies." You warn him, earning a groan from him against your neck. It doesn't stop him from pulling your shirt off so he can plant kisses across your chest, some getting close to your tits.
You're holding onto one of his arms so hard he feels like your fingerprints will be engraved on it. "Did you get condoms?"
"Not yet," He looks down at you, "I'm nervous to buy them." That part's entirely true, he's way too nervous to have someone actually watch him buy a pack of condoms. Like yes, it's normal but that doesn't change the fact that he's also way too scared.
"Okay so new plan." You sit up fully, confusing Dongmin, "I'll suck you off." His ears immediately go red, and his heart starts racing. His lack of words make you nervous, "Only if you want. I don't have to."
He shakes his head semi-violently, feeling his cock react to your words. "I-I want you to."
His response makes you smile, unzipping his jeans so he can get out of them. You're eventually face to face with his boner, which makes you happy, especially when it moves from just you looking at it. You barely even touched him at all and he's already super hard.
He moves his hips closer to you, hinting at how badly he wants to be touched, "Relax Dongmin, I'll get to it." You pat his thighs softly, making him thrust up into nothing. "Oh? Are you sensitive there?" He doesn't respond, slightly embarrassed by it, but you think it's cute.
You place a hand over his covered bulge, rubbing his cock through the fabric, as your hand travels up and down his thigh. "I need you to be a good boy okay, Min? That means no moving, let me handle everything." He nods, resting against the pillows on his bed.
The moment your hands touch his bare cock, Dongmin swears he won't listen. He wants to do what you ask, but it's hard when you're inches away from his cock. Your hands travel up and down it, pumping him in preparation for your mouth. He's biting his tongue so he doesn't make noise too soon.
But when you lick his tip, he groans. Probably the deepest you've ever heard him yet, so it's obvious that you're driving him insane. And you enjoy that, which is why you lick around his tip, just slowly.
His fists ball up, and they clench even harder when you take him entirely inside your mouth. "Oh my god," He moans,, what did he do to deserve this from you.? You don't respond but instead bob your head at a pretty reasonable starting pace.
He's struggling to keep his hands in one place, moving them anywhere he can but nowhere seemed comfortable for him. That is until he places his hands in your hair, trying his absolute hardest not to move your head any faster.
Dongmin can't believe how close he is already, but considering the circumstances he's currently in, he's surprised he's lasted this long. He's starting to feel more sensitive, which doesn't get better when he feels your tongue travel down the slit of his tip
You know you're driving him crazy, and you're enjoying every second of it. His hips start twitching from how hard he's trying to not let them move like you had asked, but ultimately finding himself unable to when he thrusts up into your mouth.
Nothing comes out of your mouth about it, knowing he can't control it which is why you let him push your head down with his hands. His head falls back and his eyes are shut.
You stare at him in awe as whimpers pour out his mouth, some mentioning how he's close and can't hold it even if he tried.
He looks back at you, and the sight of you looking up at him with his cock in your mouth sends him over the edge. His hips twitch as loads of cum gets shot into your mouth, and he watches as you swallow it all, making him moan.
You knead his thighs softly as he calms down from his orgasm, and when he finally regains consciousness, he lays you down in his place. Neither of you exchange words and yet you understand him entirely. It's your turn now. "No panties?" He comments when your pants are fully off.
"None for you." You smirk a tiny bit, sinking into the mattress of his bed as he spreads your legs open. Dongmin starts feeling nervous when he looks at you, he's never given a girl head before. What if he messes up, or what if he isn't good?
But he also wouldn't know unless he tries, so with a deep breath he finally places his tongue on your pussy. You wiggle into his mouth, liking the feeling of his hot spit on you. "Dongmin, please.."
Your small beg for him, gave him all the motivation that he needed. He licks your clit until he's more comfortable exploring the rest of your pussy. Attempting to cover any places that might bring pleasure to you.
He feels your fingers in his hair, similarly like how he was with you, except you don't move his head, you're just keeping them there for support. And so he goes back to sucking your clit, doing his absolute best to make sure he's able to give head right.
Dongmin loves the way you're a moaning mess because of him, praising him while also babbling about how good it feels, and he's taking pride in that. Everything sent blood right back to his already aching cock.
You feel the bed rock slightly, realizing it's because Dongmin is moving his hips against the surface to the pace his tongue is moving. And just on cue he moans into you, sending pleasure up, making you moan loudly as well.
You've officially lost it when Dongmin uses his thumb to draw circles on your clit while using his tongue inside of you. You've never felt so good in your entire life, not with anyone else at least.
He's doing his absolute best to focus on you only, so he doesn't even notice that he's unconsciously humping the bed until he feels another orgasm creep up. But he wants to get you there before him, so he speeds up his pace against you, watching as your back arches in a way he hasn't seen before.
Your grip against his hair tightens, which makes him moan again, and you swear you're seeing stars. And before you know it, you're cumming against his mouth, rubbing against his tongue as much as you can to let the feeling last.
Dongmin cums practically right after you, holding onto your thighs as hard as he can until he's cumming for the second time in an hour. He licks up all of your cum around his lips, smiling at you after.
"Oh my pretty boy, that was so good," You smile back at him, voice low from tiredness. His heart pounds extra loud upon hearing your praise for him. He lays down next to you, exhaustion catching up with him, and with the way your eyes flutter, he can tell exhaustion caught up with you too.
He takes an extra long look at you beside him, your eyes finally rest shut, and he moves a piece of hair out of your face and behind your ear.
He's so lucky.
He's kissing you again. He swears he's addicted.
Whenever you aren't with him, his lips feel bare. You're like a drug to him. He just can't get enough.
He can't get used to the feeling of your hands in his hair, tugging on a few strands as you dig your tongue into his mouth. A small whine leaving his mouth as he brushes his bulge against you desperately. "Eager pretty boy?"
He's unable to respond, so he just moans into your mouth, just the thought of entering you again makes his stomach churn. "I finally bought condoms," He says between breaths, "Took a lot of courage buying them."
You wrap your arms around his neck, unbalancing him so he's laying down with you above him, "I love you."
You love him..
"You know I love you too," His hands snake up under your shirt, lifting it off.
"You're so good to me.." You say, kissing his neck, feeling his hips lift up into yours. You hold onto his hips, rubbing down on them, the friction between clothing causing Dongmin to moan. He loves any contact with you, just the feeling of you pressing against his dick makes his tummy flip.
He's not sure what to do with his arms, eventually placing them on your thighs, feeling your body shift above him.
You start undoing his sweats, gently pushing them down as he watches. You keep eye contact with him as you remove your sweats too, having less clothes keeping you away from his bare skin.
You were feeling too lazy to actually remove the rest of the clothing so instead you just remove his dick from his boxers, and pushed your panties aside. Without breaking eye contact, you held his dick in your hands before sliding his tip against your folds.
His eyes flutter shut, hands returning to your thighs. You circle your clit with his tip, your chest rising and falling. Dongmin letting out whimpers from the torturous movements.
"Condom." You tell him in a quieter voice, you need him inside of you now. You watch as he messes with a box on his nightstand, pulling open the package.
"You wanna do it?" You nod and grab the condom from him, slipping it onto him quickly. You take a deep breath before sinking down on him, biting your lip. Feeling Dongmin's hands tighten on your thighs, holding you down on his dick as deep as it can go.
He pushes up into you, feeling your hands quickly hold him down.
"Wait," You stop him from thrusting up into you again. "Let's just stay like this for a little bit." He doesn't respond, but he holds you tightly, as if you were about to float away. "I want this to last forever." It can. He can make that happen.
"Angel.." Dongmin starts, kissing the top of your head, "I'm waiting for you.. I want this to last forever too, but I'm not sure if that's what you want.."
You close your eyes, feeling the wetness from your tears, "It is what I want. I want you. I only want you."
Dongmin's never been so conflicted. How can you want only him,, but not accept it when he's giving his all to you?
He doesn't respond, he just does his best to ignore the aching pain coming from his dick, trying to enjoy the only intimate moments you give him. He's not sure how much more of this he could take.
He unclips your bra and slips it out between the two of you, loving the feeling of your tits against his chest.
A tear unknowingly falls down your cheek and onto his chest, which he felt, "Are you okay?"
"Mhm." You nod, face not showing in his direction, "You can,,,, go now."
He thrusts up into you, placing kisses all over your skin. You whip away any leftover tears, and sit up. You put your hands on his chest for support, whispering his name under your breath.
He's also moaning your voice, his senses heightened whenever he's with you.
"I'm yours, right?" Dongmin continues to thrust into you, "Tell me I'm yours.."
"You're mine baby." A small smile appears on your face after looking down at Dongmin, his cheeks are red and his eyes are glossy, "All mine."
He's determined to make you cum first, holding in his orgasm for you. You're his priority, you're his #1.
"Min I'm close-" You say, now grinding on him as he thrusts up, looking at the way he's breathing heavily. "You're close too aren't you?" He nods, not opening his mouth or else he wouldn't be able to control his words.
He's now slamming his hips into yours, closing his eyes and opening them just in time to watch as your entire face mirrors the intense pleasure of your orgasm.
He came too. But he hardly noticed over how focused he was on your effortless beauty.
You got off of him, laying down right next to him as you kissed his lips softly. He's staring into your eyes when your phone starts ringing.
"Fuck," You get up and grab your phone as he watches, "Hey babe. No yeah I'm on my way." You hang up and go searching for the close sprawled on Dongmin's bedroom floor. He's just looking at you, watching you gather your clothes.
"He needs me to come over, and he sounds pretty angry too." You smile at Dongmin before placing a kiss on his cheek. "Do you know where my panties are?" You frantically look around his room for them.
"Leave them here." He holds himself up by his arms. "You don't need them."
You look at him and tilt your head, "What if he finds out I was here with you?"
"So what?"
"Dongmin.. He can't find out."
Dongmin's such a fool.
If he's left with his thoughts anymore, he might go insane.
It's been going on for 4 weeks, but it's been 6 days since he has last seen you. According to you, your boyfriend suspects something is up, but Dongmin's the last person on earth he'd think you were cheating on him with.
You weren't responding to his texts or calls either, he's starting to wonder if he's lost you again.
You kept posting about being at parties with your boyfriend for the past few days, you told Dongmin you couldn't see him cause you were busy with school workload.
Dongmin offered to help you with work, he even told you that you'd do it for you, and you still said no.
He needed to fill that empty space you had been occupying, which is why he's standing in front of the door to a classroom that was currently holding the school's 'aspiring artist' club.
He's been meaning to attend for quite a while now, but never had the actual courage to show up. He just needed something, anything, to get you out of his head.
When he opened the door, the classroom was empty. Did he have the wrong time?
"Hey man, can you hold the door open for us?" He turned around to see two guys rolling a cart of instruments towards the door, he immediately moved out the way for them to get into the classroom. "Thanks. Are you here for club?"
Dongmin just nods, the other boy putting the instruments in the back of the classroom.
The first boy holds his hand out with a smile, "I'm Jaehyun and the one back there is Leehan." Dongmin opens his mouth to respond but Jaehyun continues, "It's only us here today because the other members had other things to do. But you're welcome to stay!"
"I'm Don-"
"Are you here cause you want to make music?" Jaehyun looks at Leehan, "We also want to make music! We love composing and all that, do you like composing?"
"..."
"You seem like you'd be more into writing lyrics, maybe even both." Jaehyun tilts his head, "Not much of a talker are you?"
"He's not talking cause you're not letting him," Leehan playfully pushes Jaehyun out the way, "And I'm Donghyun not Leehan."
The two of them stare at Dongmin, waiting for him to say something. "I'm Dongmin.. And I do enjoy composing and writing."
Jaehyun looks like he could explode with happiness, "Would it be too invasive of me to ask if I could hear something?"
Dongmin doesn't like showing people his music, not that he has many people to show it to, but what if the people he's showing it to doesn't like it? What if they're too judgmental?
Thankfully Jaehyun and Leehan were very nice about it. They both had to cover their mouths from opening and made many comments about how talented he was, and that everyone should listen to it.
"The girl you wrote the songs about is very lucky hm.?" Jaehyun attempts to make small talk. It would've worked literally any other day but Dongmin was here specifically so he didn't have to think of you,, and now he's forced to think of you all over again.
He smiles at Jaehyun, helping set up the drum set they were unpacking, "I guess," He shrugs, "She has a boyfriend."
"She has a boyfriend and you're writing a song about her?" Leehan raises an eyebrow, "Does he know?"
Dongmin looks up at Leehan, "Her boyfriend? No he doesn't know.. But she does."
Jaehyun and Leehan exchange a look before Jaehyun puts the parts of the drum he was holding down and grabs his computer, "I think you should upload your songs." Jaehyun opens the soundcloud website, "Make an account."
"Why?" Dongmin asks, taking a seat next to Jaehyun.
"Look man, you clearly have unfinished business with this girl, and we can't help you with it." He sighs, "But the music you're making about her is actually really good, and you may be able to benefit from your feelings if you upload your music."
Dongmin takes a seat next to Jaehyun, staring at the website, "I won't be able to upload them right now."
"So do it later," Jaehyun pushes his computer towards Dongmin, "I just don't think these songs should be for our ears only."
Maybe Jaehyun's right, Dongmin has always wanted to make his music private, but he's always been too scared to. This was probably a sign that he should, and so he puts his artist name as 'Taesan,' creates the account and makes a mental note to actually do something with the account later.
"You're like a male heartbroken Avril Lavigne," Leehan mentions, cleaning up the mess of instrument cases, "Maybe except a little more heartbroken."
Dongmin actually smiles at that, sinking in the uncomfortable chair. Maybe he's a little glad he met Jaehyun and Leehan.
And who knows? Maybe he'll go famous and you'll fall in love with him then.
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The moment he finished uploading all his songs onto his newly created soundcloud, there was a knock at the door.
And when he opened the door, he couldn't be happier.
It didn't even take you two seconds before you were shoving your tongue into his mouth, slamming the door behind you. "I have 15 minutes."
"Only 15 minutes?" Dongmin repeats between kisses, guiding the two of you to his room.
You remove your hoodie, holding his face in your hands, "I have a date."
He holds your hands in his and presses kisses down your neck, "Yet you're here.?"
"I've felt very Dongmin deprived." You let out a low groan when Dongmin kisses the sensitive spot on your neck.
"Yeah cause you haven't seen me in a-" He's interrupted with you moving your hips against him.
He mimics your actions, hands moving to hold onto your ass, "Just shut up okay?" You say quietly.
And he listens, because he will always listen to you.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck, leaning on his shoulders for stability, still grinding your hips on him at a comfortable pace. He closes his eyes, just focusing on the slight release he's feeling from his cock because of you.
You kiss all over his neck, sucking on a spot under his ear, feeling his hips hit up into yours. Feeling more desperate, you speed up, earning soft moans from Dongmin.
You keep looking at the time and right as he's reaching his orgasm, you stop. "Fuck, I have to go."
"Are you kidding??" Dongmin groans as you get off his lap, picking up your hoodie from off the floor.
"I'm sorry," You pout, palming his bulge once before kissing him, "I can't stay longer." You check the time one more time before quickly making your way out of his room.
"Why can't you.?" He follows your hurried body into the living room, watching you put on your shoes, almost losing balance and falling.
You search for your purse, "Because we are dating."
"You're cheating on him." He brings up.
"Don't start with that." You flare your nostrils, "That's not fair."
Dongmin's voice gets smaller, "Yeah well it's not very fair on me either."
"I thought of you while having sex with him." Is the last thing you say before opening the door and walking out.
He could just die.
For multiple reasons. 1, you left. 2, you just told him a piece of information that he will think about every second of every day. and 3, his cock is still hard.
And he never got to cum.
He's patting himself on the back for keeping your panties that one time. He also has zero intentions on returning them. So maybe he is a perv.
He takes them out of one of his drawers and drags his thumb across the crotch of it. So thankful he never gave them back to you. Just looking at them made him remember that night, the way you looked, the way you felt.
All the thoughts flooded back to his cock, pressed against the cotton fabric of the same sweats he wore that night with you. You. That was all he could think about.
It seemed like all he was doing was thinking, even as he was ridding himself of all clothes in the way of his cock. Laying down on his bed, wanting you on top of him like you always are.
He wraps the fabric of your panties around the tip of his cock before moving it in circles, his hips immediately jolting at the feeling. "Fuck.."
Your panties feel really nice against his skin, especially when he starts thrusting into his hand, releasing moans from his throat. He's desperate for whatever release he can get, especially since he's only been relying on you for the past few weeks.
You. It's all he can think about. It's all he's imagining,,, He's imagining that you're the one surrounding his cock, and not your panties. He's imagining that you're with him.
Knowing it's your panties touching him only makes his dream feel real, and he speeds up his, knowing he's been wanting to cum since he was with you.
The way his hand moves around his cock causes him to breathe heavily, noticing his long awaited orgasm approach, making him go faster.
He's repeating your name in-between 'sorries' as cum shoots out of his cock. His chest falling as he opens his eyes, reality setting in.
He stares at your panties in his hand, now covered in his cum.
He really hates your boyfriend.
Dongmin knows he can't keep fueling this. He knows cheating is wrong and yet he's helping you cheat.
His heart doesn't know any better.
At the end of the day, he's the one making you cum, he's the one taking care of you, so he really can't understand why you just wont end your relationship. I mean you let him cum inside of you the very first time you guys had sex. So obviously it meant something for you..
His brain just can't seem to overpower his heart no matter what he does.
He could honestly just cry.
He's starting to feel bad for himself. Your words don't match your actions, and he still doesn't exist to you outside of the privacy of either one of your bedrooms. But he keeps doing this to himself, he keeps entangling himself with you.
And he's about to do it again.
Your boyfriend just left, and you had asked him to come over. Normally people who know they're in a bad relationship, or whatever you can call this, would say no and turn around, and maybe even go home.
But he's Dongmin. Someone who is so in love with you that he would do anything. Even if it meant just being a fuck buddy. Even if that meant helping you cheat.
It takes you a moment to open the door, smiling at the sight of him. "Sorry, I was just tidying up a bit."
"For me?" He can't help but smile, especially when you plant a kiss on him right after too.
You make a small pout with your lips and softly caress his cheek, "Of course for you, silly. Who else?"
Dongmin loved everything about you. But if he had to dislike one thing, it would be the way you lead him on. How you pretend like you like him, but only when it's just the two of you. How you acknowledge your boyfriend is nothing compared to him, and yet you stay with him. Why?
"I've wanted you so bad." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You look up at him, smile slowly fading as you stand on your tippy toes to kiss him again. Not speaking back, just responding with your actions. And he knows you've wanted him just as bad when you bite in his bottom lip so you can sneak your tongue into his mouth, earning a groan from him.
"How badly?" You finally respond, batting your eyelashes, not taking your eyes off his.
He leans in to kiss you, "So badly." He whispers before placing his lips on yours, holding your head up with his hand gently.
You manage to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hands come to hold you up without breaking the kiss. He could kiss you forever.
He carries you to your bedroom like this, placing you on your bed as he stands between your legs. He wishes he could kiss you forever.
You grind your hips against his, feeling his cock grow against you when you grab his hair. He's kissing you as if he's never kissed you before. Like he wants what he can't have.
He can't have you.
So he takes whatever time he can get with you, through all the obstacles in his way, even if it's a secret. As long as he gets some of you,, a little piece of you,, at least.
He removes your clothes slowly, admiring you again, dragging his fingertips across any part of your body he can touch. Your hand grabbing his, "Dongmin." You snap him out of the trance you put him in, and he realizes he's the only one fully dressed.
But he's frozen. He can't move. He doesn't want to move. Normally you would tell him to snap out of it, but today you don't feel like doing that either. Instead you help him out of his clothes, placing a soft kiss on the middle of his stomach.
"Come on Min," You shake his arm, speaking in a very soft tone, "I'm sure whatever you're thinking about can wait."
You. It's all he can think about. It's all he's ever thinking about.
"Sorry," He let's go of your hand, heading to your dresser for a condom. He knows all too well about where you keep them. He pumps his cock a few times before sliding it on, going back to you.
"My pretty boy..." Is all that you say before he's entering you, making your back arch.
Your pretty boy. He will always belong to you.
He holds onto your legs as he thrusts into you, watching as you hold onto your bedsheets, your fists balling up. Despite his head making him unable to think straight, he's still keeping up good momentum.
He notices a tear fall from your eyes, voice breaking every time he thrusts into you. He doesn't know why you're crying,,, how could he know if you don't even know.?
Yet it makes him cry a little too. And he still doesn't know why,, but the air in the room today is heavy, almost suffocating. Why does he feel like he's losing you?
He thrusts into you with more force, but not at a faster pace. He's taking his time. Moving his hands from your legs to your waist, so that way he could look at you from above.
The way every part of your face reacts, the way your eyelashes look with your eyes closed, and even the dried up tears on your cheeks. Those dried up tears. He's sure his tears dried up too.
You start grabbing at his arms holding your waist, fingers digging into them. "Oh shit, Dongmin." You open your eyes, wanting to look at his face while you approach your orgasm.
And he's approaching his too, with the way he's speeding up his hip movements. Watching as he bites his lip really hard,,, he doesn't feel like making much noise right now. He only wants to hear you.
You both reach your climax at the same time, feeling his cock twitch inside you. Remembering the way you moan his name every time he makes you cum. He swears the sounds only get sweeter and sweeter.
He rubs soft circles on the skin of your thighs, comforting you through the intense feeling after your orgasm. Waiting until you're breathing returns to normal before pulling out.
Dongmin removes the condom and makes an attempt to throw it right at the trashcan in your room. And he puts his boxers back on before collapsing on the bed next to you.
For the next few minutes you just lay in comfortable silence, your arm wrapped around his stomach. Your grip on him tighter than he's ever felt, and you look like you're contemplating saying something.
"Are you Taesan?" You finally ask, watching as his face drops.
He doesn't even look back at you, "What?"
"Are those songs about me?"
"No." He lies. That's the first time Dongmin has ever lied to you like that.
You sit up, placing a hand on his, "You can't lie to me, Taesan."
Now it's his turn to sit up, "Who told you about it."
"A friend of mine. She found it and sent it to me," You play with your fingers, "The lyrics were oddly familiar."
"I can't deny it.." When you don't say anything, he continues, "You know I'm in love with you."
You quickly respond, "You can't be."
"Why not?" Dongmin says grabbing his clothes, handing you yours, "I know you're in love with me too."
You take the clothes out of his hand, putting them on, "I'm not."
"Yes you are,, You can't lie to me either... I know you are." Dongmin's voice gets slightly louder, a small quiver appearing. "I can't keep waiting for you."
You place your hands on your face, "This was such a mistake."
"What?"
You try to talk but all that comes out is a deep breath, "I'm sorry Dongmin. This never should've happened."
He can't believe this is happening.
You stand up, opening the door to your room and leading him to wear his shoes are. "But it did. It did happen. Multiple times." Dongmin says following you, "And you liked it. That's why you still slept with me just now, knowing I wrote songs about you, knowing that I really like you."
He sensed this the moment he walked through your door. He knew something was wrong, that's why you cried. That's why he cried. He somehow knew it would be your last time together, but he didn't even realize it.
You open your door, watching as he puts his shoes on and steps outside, looking back at you. "You're right, I did know.. and I did like it. I loved you." You look down at your feet, sniffling, "I just wanted to be with you one last time."
He's unable to say anything, his throat is clogged. He has so much more he wants to say, yet he's scared.
"I'm sorry. Goodbye, Dongmin." You make an attempt to smile, not being able to hide the tear falling down your cheek.
He went from looking at your face to now suddenly staring at the front of your door.
Out of the 8 billion people on earth, why him?
© kissohee
this fic is deep in my heart, hope u enjoyed it as much as i did. (not sponsored by soundcloud), i also cant write endings so im sorry 😭
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Okay so like I have this something in my mind and I badly want to break it free. It goes like this— Howl has a little sister who obviously is straight as a fkcing ruler, and HowL and Bada are dating, but the thing here is— bada is never like howl but to his little sister. And Bada tried to make the little sister to like her and well Idk what to do with howl anymore. Omg, ik, ik its sounds so bad 😭 but I really wanted to read this kind of plot. Hehe well, I do hope u consider this <3 btw I love MTF, I love simp bada heuehehehehheeh 💖💖 im so excited for the next part. (Sorry my english is bad 🥲)
this is fucking genius... i'm so seated. (also, no need to apologize! you did extremely well!! <3) also- this is my first request so i'm actually so excited, thank you love🥺🫶
"The King"
bada lee x fem!reader
summary: you've spent your entire life getting fucked over by stupid boys who don't know how to treat you. it's not that you're pretentious or think you're too good for them (even though you definitely are), they just never seem to be able to meet your standards. when your older brother's new girlfriend starts coming around more, you can't help but wish you had what they had- until she starts paying more attention to you and now you're just confused
word count: 10.5k
warnings: heavily suggestive, mentions of nsfw, making out, cheating, mentions of alcohol, not proofread
notes: listen to "the king" by conan gray😩🤞 reader is described as petite and girly, reader is also a total brat (with some slightly internalized issues lol), also- this is like- lowkey one-sided enemies to lovers for a hot sec lol
Getting fucked over by stupid boys who don’t deserve you is practically a right of passage for young girls. But it’s especially easy to develop such high standards when you have someone in your life who treats you so well. As for y/n, this person is her loving older brother, Howl. He's always spoiled her and been a great big brother making sure she never settles for shitty guys, which has caused her to be super picky and have insanely high standards
So when he starts dating Bada, y/n is a little jealous at first at the lack of attention. Then he starts bringing her around more and y/n can't help but wish she had their relationship. And whenever Howl always invites her to hang out with them, she's kind of conflicted because yeah she wants to be around her brother and have his attention again, but she also just feels strange around Bada. Not even in a jealous way though- it's like- Bada is so nice to her and she kinda hates it lol. Not actually though, she just hates how it makes her feel.
Bada on the other hand LOVES the idea of hanging out with y/n. Any time Howl asks if she's okay with his sister coming along, she agrees without hesitation. See- Bada has taken a liking to y/n from the moment she met her. Or saw her rather, because it wasn't really an official meeting
The first time Bada had seen y/n, she was teaching a class in which Howl had been in attendance. Her now boyfriend had taken a phone call during one of their breaks, giving directions to his current location, and a few seconds later a younger girl showed up looking slightly annoyed. Howl smiled brightly and wrapped her in a hug, squeezing her until she was whining and complaining to be let go of. Bada was curious, as Howl had taken a few of her classes before, and she had taken a few of his, but she'd never seen this girl before. Was she his girlfriend? Bada scanned her over, noticing her chunky patent leather heels, denim mini skirt, white thigh-high stocking, and glittering lip gloss. There's so way she was a dancer, at least not a dancer that went here, Bada thought. She would've for sure remembered the curve of her waist or at least her plum lips. Who was this girl?
Meanwhile- Howl was bust harassing his sister who was kind enough to drop off his street clothes that he forgot at home on her way to meet with someone
"so now where are you off to? Another date?" he teased and poked her to which she grimaced and moved out of the way
"if you must know, yes I am on my way to another date" She crossed her arms and turned her chin up, closing her eyes and huffing. Her brother rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Just be careful please, I really don't like how easily you just go about meeting a new guy every few weeks," he said in a very much concerned brotherly tone
"oh so you think I'm a slut now" y/n accuses staring into Howl's soul, eyes like lasers as she waits for his response
"no- y/n what? No! no, I never said that- it's just- ugh, guys are assholes, you know this! Maybe it's just time to take a break for the partner searching and just focus on yourself?" he tries to calm her down and she surprisingly understands, still rolling her eyes and sighing, but understanding
"I know… I'm still going on this date though. I got all dressed up and plus that's just rude to cancel last minute." she huffs and pouts, causing her brother to laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair, which she immediately squawks in protest, grabbing his wrist and holding it away from her neatly done hairstyle.
"oh my sweet little devil of a sister, go give of 'em hell" he pats her on the shoulder then brings her in for a tight squeeze, before telling her to be safe and text him when she's there, when she's leaving, and when she gets home. All to which y/n smiles and agrees while exiting the studio
Now- Bada has just watched this whole interaction go down. She heard almost every word, but her attention was piqued from the moment Howl had mentioned the girl going on a date, or rather another date
'So they aren't dating'… she thought to herself, trying to be discreet as she stood in the doorway to the studio. She felt even more interested when he referred to the same girl as his little sister. She was pretty and petite, definitely girly, but something about her style and the way she accessorized seemed too self-indulgent to be aimed towards appealing to any male.
That was over a year and a half ago- Bada and Howl have been dating for a few months now. Bada had made the first move to get to know each other after that class when y/n had showed up. She hadn't explained her motives or that she was interested in his sister, but Bada let Howl know she was interested in becoming good friends with him. This eventually turned into him flirting with her and her laughing it off, but apparently, he took that as her being interested. The first time Howl had asked her out, she politely declined, but the second time- she realized that if she started dating Howl, maybe she'd get closer to y/n, so she agreed. Bada had fun but wasn't necessarily looking to date Howl. She did find him attractive and thought he could be a really good boyfriend, but she just wasn't interested.
Yet here they are four months later, still happily together. Well- sort of
Bada still couldn't get herself to fall in love with him- and even though it was still pretty early, she had felt awful, wanting to break things off, but she didn't want to lose his friendship. or even more so- lose her little interactions with y/n, who seemed to have something against her even though the older girl had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her. It didn't make Bada upset or hurt her feelings, it actually made her more attracted to the younger girl, curious as to what the reason was for her distaste towards her.
They go out, the three of them and they've gone out together before but y/n has always been quiet and reserved, and tbh kinda cold towards both Howl and Bada. Howl doesn't get it- like- he's totally clueless. And y/n just convinces herself that she doesn't like Bada. And Bada isn't determined to get y/n to like her like she's not desperate for it, but she does want to understand why she acts like that.
So on this one day, they go out, y/n is actually in a pretty good mood, she's dressed super cute, and she's actually being really nice to Bada. Which shocks everyone, even y/n, but she's kinda like "hmm maybe I was just being an asshole, she's not so bad" and then bam- gay awakening.
Bada's messing around with y/n and y/n starts being all touchy and stuff and Bada's like- omfg she's so cute I wanna squeeze her. The two girls are totally ignoring howl, and he’s just happy they’re getting along. Then Bada goes-
"I should just break up with your brother and date you" in a teasing voice while squishing y/n's cheeks in one of her large hands, then throwing her arms around the younger girl's shoulder. y/n just laughs awkwardly but Bada isn't paying attention. The younger girl quickly reverted back to quiet and reserved but not necessarily cold and mean
The next incident that really solidified Bada not being interested in Howl was when they were coming home from a night out, both a little drunk, kissing in the back of the cab they were taking back to Bada's place. Howl had gotten a text from y/n asking him to pick her up from some party she was at, so they asked the driver to take them to the address she had sent instead
When they arrived in front of the house where y/n was currently partying, Howl sent her a text and she came stumbling out a few minutes later. He got out of the car to help the younger girl into the back seat, having her scoot in to sit in the middle beside Bada.
While Howl was still outside of the car, giving the driver new directions through the window, y/n had leaned herself against the leather of the car seat, with her head back. She was breathing heavily and Bada couldn't help but blush at the girl. Y/n's face was flushed and she was slightly sweaty- probably from dancing and drinking- and since her head was thrown back, her hair was exposing her bare neck- which in Bada's slightly intoxicated mind, would look so good covered in hickeys and bite marks. y/n turns her head a little and slightly opens her eyes, meeting Bada's. She starts giggling and reaches out for the older girl's hand.
"Unnie…" she starts, looking up at Bad with bedroom eyes, still giggling slightly. Bada just about stops breathing- y/n's never called her that, always keeping things super formal or the exact opposite and just forgoing honorifics altogether. The older girl smiles slightly and hums
" I just had the best sex ever- well probably not ever, cuz it was with a guy… but for a guy he wasn't too bad!" the younger girl whispers with expressive eyes and starts giggling again, leaving Bada pouting and furrowing her brows
"did you know this guy?" she asked in return, not happy with the new information. y/n hums, looking to the side, searching for an answer
"hmm I don't think so" she finally expresses, as if it were nothing. Bada sighs and turns her head to look out the window.
"you shouldn't be going around fucking random guys y/n" the older girl huffs and leans her head on her hand. She feels y/n's chin on her shoulder, looking over to see the girl right in her face.
"well then you should've been there to keep me company" the younger teases with a small smirk and mischievous eyes, before turning her head to rest fully on Bada's shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly.
When they get back to Howl and Y/n's house, they wake Y/n up and make sure she gets to her room fine. Howl insists on leaving her how she is, but Bada wants to make sure she falls asleep comfortably. So she helps the younger girl change but it's proven to be more difficult than expected.
"can I help you get changed?" Bada asks in a soft voice, just loud enough for y/n to hear but maybe not process entirely. She hums and nods her head slightly, eyes focused on the older woman in front of her. Bada comes to sit behind y/n on her bed, moves the girl's hair over her shoulder then goes to unzip the back of her dress. y/n sighs and tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes.
"This is so bad" the younger girl whispers in a daze seemingly to herself. Bada still a little tipsy but not nearly as bad as the girl in front of her, pulls one strap down her arm then the other, then slides the dress down y/n's front half. She stands up and comes back around to stand in front of y/n who opens her eyes and stares up at Bada like she's ready to be taken in any way shape or form. Bada tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, then caresses the younger girl's face, until she decides to keep her hand placed by her jaw, holding the girl's face gently. y/n's face is burning red, probably a mix of the alcohol and lust she's feeling at the present moment. She closes her eyes and begins to nuzzle her head against Bada's hand, leaning into the older girl's palm.
"you're so warm…" she mumbles, eyes still closed, breathing getting slightly heavier again. Bada's breath catches in her throat as she removes her hand.
"let's finish getting you changed" She pulls her to stand up and as the older girl continues to remove the other dress, the younger continues to sigh and sway. Bada kneels down for a second to pull the dress out from underneath y/n, tapping her ankle gently to get her to step out of the dress. Instead, the younger of the two takes the opportunity to place her hand atop Bada's head, caressing her hair. Bada looks up at the contact and is met with the stare of an intoxicated and horny young woman, who's definitely not thinking about how nice it would be to have the older girl's head between her thighs.
Y/n sits back on the bed and lifts her feet out of the dress, placing them both back on the ground, spread a bit apart leaving plenty of room in between her legs. Bada may as well have had just as much to drink as y/n did because she is nowhere near thinking clearly at this moment. She tosses the dress somewhere away to the side, before crawling to sit in between the smaller girl's legs. Bada places her hands on both of y/n's thighs and begins to rub circles on them. She moves her hands up to caress the girl's bare waist, grazing over her stomach and back as she does so.
"you really need to go to bed y/n-ie" Bada softly states, looking up at her. 'Wow' Bada thinks. This is something she could definitely get used to. Having y/n's pretty eyes looking down at her from in between her thighs, no clothes… sounds like a dream to Bada. A dream that she was quickly woken up from as a knock is made on the door.
"hang on- we're still changing." the oldest girl speaks just loud enough to be heard through the door. She stands up, now looking down at y/n before caressing her cheek again. The girl doesn't move this time, looking like she's ready to fall asleep. Bada turns to grab a t-shirt for y/n and tells her to put it on, which she does. Afterward, she lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers over her. y/n's practically asleep the second her head hits the pulling, and Bada can't help but smile. She kisses her forehead and blushes, not realizing what she did until afterward.
As she exits y/n's room Bada is only thinking of one thing- She is one hundred percent sure she isn't attracted to her boyfriend but to his younger sister instead
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One night while Bada and Howl were in the living room of his and y/n's house, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, the young girl had come strutting down the steps in a pair of red velvet heels sporting a dainty black dress. Both of their heads turned in her direction, the two reacting in very different ways.
Bada's mouth slightly falls open, her eyes glazing over as she can't help but stare at the younger girl and think of how perfectly the dress hugs her upper half and becomes flowy towards the bottoms, accentuating her curves in such an unexplainable way. She's silent as y/n runs a hand through her hair and continues to stride past the two into the kitchen.
Howl on the other hand- bursts out laughing after a few moments in silent shock. Both Bada and y/n whip their heads in his direction with wide eyes
"what the hell are you wearing??" he asks her, still dying laughing. y/n's already baffled face turns into one of annoyance and almost disgust. She scoffs and turns back around, completely ignoring him and continuing to pour herself a glass of water. Bada smacks him lightly on the chest and he looks back at her with wide eyes, still trying to calm down
"What?" he asks still laughing slightly
"Leave her alone… she looks nice" the older girl defends, still staring in y/n's direction. The girl in the kitchen hears this and feels her face get hot. She hates when Bada compliments her, it makes her feel guilty and hot and she just hates it. y/n clenches her jaw and grabs her water, walking past them again to head back up to her room to finish getting ready.
"she's been a lot more irritable lately… I don't know what's up with her" Howl states confused, looking a little distraught.
"Maybe you should go talk to her… she probably just misses you." Bada tries to comfort him. Even though she struggles to harness any real romantic feelings for him, the older girl still truly cares about Howl as a close friend. He nods stands up and heads up the stairs toward the young girl's room. He knocks on her door frame, as her door is only slightly closed, yet he still wants to make sure he's welcome before barging in on his easy-to-rage sister. She sighs and softly lets out a "come in" not bothering to look away from her vanity mirror, still applying her makeup. Howl opens the door the rest of the way and steps in, standing a little bit past her doorway
"so…" he starts looking around her room before meeting her eyes in the mirror. "where are you off tonight? I thought you weren't going on any more dates for a while-" y/n cuts him off with a sigh.
"It's not a date, just a party." she calmly explains with just a tinge of irritation, like she's exhausted by the conversation. Howl just nods, feeling awkward not knowing what to say to her. He's always been able to have comfortable conversations with his sister, especially about her love and social life, so why does it suddenly feel impossible? He took a deep breath,
"I just wanted to check on you… I feel like we haven't had a real conversation lately and I'm just worried about you" Howl expresses, watching her through the mirror. She pauses in the middle of lining her lips and meets his eyes with a somewhat guilty expression, before sighing and looking down at her desk
"I'm fine. I promise. Just irritated with everything lately." y/n busies herself with the jewelry she has lying around, trying to make it seem like she's picking out what she's going to wear. Howl nods and purses his lips, he walks behind her chair and places his hands on the back of it, still looking at her through the mirror.
"well please talk to me about it, I want to help if I can. And plus I miss our conversations- you used to come to me about everything, but lately, it just feels like I'm the one bothering you- and not even in a fun way. You don't laugh when I joke around with you anymore and that really scares me y/n… so just talk to me, kid." Howl tells his true feelings and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. y/n feels like crying now, as it was never her intention to distance herself from her brother, who happened to be her best friend too. y/n can't bring herself to look him in the eye as she feels tears pool in her own eyes, so she hangs her head letting her hair fall in her face, and she just nods.
"I will… I promise I'll talk to you about it just- not right now please" she requests as a single tear drops onto her desk, and she has to hold herself back from letting out a sob. Even though her head is hung, Howl still clearly sees the distressed look and teary eyes of his sister, making him even more concerned. He didn't want to leave her alone, or even let her go out, but he didn't want to smother her and make things worse. So he just nodded and patted her head, then left. Once Howl was out of her room, y/n's tears were freely falling for about seven seconds before she forced herself to pull it together. It wasn't fair for her to be crying over something she had no business crying over. Even though she promised to talk to him about it, y/n had no idea how she was supposed to explain to her brother how she hated being around his girlfriend because the older girl had more of an effect on her than any boy she's ever been with has had on her. The thought made her sick for so many reasons.
Bada looks up from her phone to see Howl coming back downstairs with a somber look. She waited for him to look at her and say something, and he just sighed walking towards her seated figure with open arms, engulfing her in a hug as he landed on the couch next to her.
"Is she okay?" she asks, rubbing circles on her boyfriend's back
"I don't think so… something's wrong but she won't tell me what- at least not right now. She didn't wanna talk about it… she always wants to share things with me, I don’t understand" Howl expresses sadly looking at Bada. She understands why he's so distressed though, as y/n was more of a daughter to him sometimes than a sister. Even though the two weren't too far apart in age, Howl has practically raised y/n, making him even more protective of her than a usual brother. He felt responsible for the girl even as she got further into her adult years.
They went back to watching their movie and when it ended, howl had gotten up to use the bathroom asking Bada to get more snacks and pick out their next movie. She had gotten up and went to the kitchen right as y/n was making her way downstairs and into the kitchen as well, unknowing of the older girl's presence. Once y/n stepped into the kitchen, she looked up from her phone after sensing another presence. Her eyes widened slightly, making eye contact with Bada who was leaning against the counter, already staring at her. Y/n tried to give her a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes and the poor girl just looked awkward and uncomfortable as she turned away and began looking through the fridge.
Bada couldn't help but stare again, noticing y/n' plush thighs being slightly squeezed by the sheer black thigh highs she's got on, especially as she bent over slightly while looking through the fridge. She couldn't even bring herself to feel guilty, too focused on how good y/n looked, and even more focused on trying to stare directly at her ass where her dark red panties were poking out.
"hey y/n…" Bada started, causing the younger girl to whip around with wide puppy eyes, letting out a 'hm?'
"do you guys have any popcorn left?" the older girl asks and y/n visibly relaxes, letting out a sigh
"uhm… yeah…I think, I mean- we should" she explains and leaves her search in the fridge to head over to one of the cabinets over the countertop. Bada follows her with her eyes, watching her scan the cabinet until she spots the popcorn on one of the upper shelves. Y/n begins reaching for it, yet even in her platform heels, she still struggles, barely even grazing the box. Bada hopes her amusement isn't too obvious as she didn't realize she was staring so hard at the smaller girl's short dress rising up to lay just below her ass, once again exposing how the tops of her thigh highs squeeze her skin so well.
The taller girl pushes off the counter and comes up directly behind y/n and placing one hand on her hip, reaching over her to grab the box. She could feel Bada pressing against her completely and felt like she was frozen in place.
"you could've just told me where it was, you didn't have to struggle to help me out" Bada speaks lowly in her ear, smirking slightly. She backs up just enough to lean on the counter beside y/n who is just staring at her hands as she plays with the ring on her finger.
"I wanted to be polite, you're a guest so…" the younger girl tried to speak confidently but her voice died out at the end. Bada smiles, eyes still drilling into the side of her head.
"hmm…" she nods in understanding before continuing
"you look so pretty tonight, y/n-ie" Bada speaks lowly again, now leaning her head on her hand and staring up slightly at the younger girl, who slightly turns her head to meet eyes with the girl in front of her. y/n's eyes are wide and her lips are slightly parted before she gulps intensely and looks back down at her hands.
"thank you" she whispers, once again trying to give a sincere smile but she feels like she's going to cry again. Bada notices this and her teasing smile turns into a frown, worried she has said something wrong. She straightens up and leans back on her palms against the counter, once again towering over y/n, even though she herself was slouching and the younger girl had on heels.
"what's wrong? You look upset…" Bada asks softly this time with genuine concern. Y/n just closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath before opening her eyes again and smiling gently. Bada can tell it's fake, as her eyes are still glossy and her lips tremble a little.
"Nothing, I just-" she sighs and looks down briefly before straightening herself up and looking back up at Bada, now not as worked up, but still holding onto false enthusiasm
"I just don't like how I did my makeup. And I'm not too sure of my outfit either" y/n finishes explaining by crossing her arms over her chest, still trying to come off as if she's truly bothered by her look. Bada furrows her brows, knowing that's not what she's really upset about but still wanting to reassure her by playing into her façade. And why not? At least she could have a little bit of fun while doing it
"I think your makeup looks amazing… I love the dark vampire-y look" the older girl reassures with a light smile at the end, causing y/n to giggle unwillingly, looking down as a smile takes over her face.
"You do?" she asks quietly, kicking the back of her own heel trying to keep herself busy, not entirely believing Bada. Bada moves closer to her and reaches up to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, keeping her large hand placed on the side of y/n's neck afterward. Y/n looks up with puppy dog eyes and stares at Bada, who instead of making eye contact with her, glances directly at her blood-red lips.
"yeah… I actually really like it, but-" she reaches her other hand up to clean up a smudge in the younger girl's lipstick that wasn't even there, causing y/n's lips to part slightly and her eyes to glaze over. Bada's hand rests on her jaw as the other that had been resting on y/n's neck moves to graze down her bare arm.
"I think this outfit is a little too much… or not enough rather" the older girl whispers seductively, finally meeting y/n's eyes with a dangerous glance. The young girl felt like her heart had stopped beating and she couldn't breathe. All she could focus on was Bada's touch and her voice, her eyes trained on the older girl's plump lips so badly just wanting her to lean down and mess up her lipstick.
They hear footsteps coming down the stairs and Bada immediately reaches behind y/n for the box of popcorn and turns calmly to pop a bag in the microwave, acting as if nothing had happened.
y/n stands there against the counter with her jaw dropped, eyes still glazed over only snapping out of it when Howl steps into the kitchen. She turns around and grabs her purse that had been sitting on the counter, and walks past her brother and out of the kitchen, shouting a quick "I'm leaving now" as she walks through the living room and out the door.
As the couple finishes preparing their snacks and they head back to the living room Bada turns to Howl with a curious look on her face
"Has y/n only ever been with guys?" she asks shoving a piece of popcorn in her mouth, Howl turns to her with his eyebrows furrowed.
"what do you mean?" he counters, also munching on his snacks
"Like- has she ever been with a girl?" she asks coolly and her boyfriend snorts, shaking his head
"Y/n? No way. I actually thought she only liked girls for a while because of how irritated she had been getting with boys- I actually still kinda think that-" he whispers the last part matter-of-factly, shocking Bada a little
"But when I asked her, she freaked about and said "absolutely not!"" mocking your high-pitched voice, causing Bada to nod, slightly disappointed.
"I was just curious… the way she dresses definitely reminds me of a girl who's trying to attract women" Bada laughs a little, causing Howl to laugh along with her
"now that I think about it- she's always trying to convince herself that these guys she's always going out with her attractive- I don't think she's ever been excited to go on a date with any of these guys either… just like- "yeah he's kinda cute, maybe he'll be exciting" and then doesn't have any fun at all. I always just thought it was because her standards were so high!" he shrugs and explains in detail to Bada, who is now determined to change y/n's love life around. Bada hums and turns back to the television in front of them, continuing to scroll through the possible movies
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It's about 1:45 am when Bada gets a text from y/n… except she doesn't see it until around 2:20 since she and Howl were having sex. And here's the thing, Bada's a smart woman, she knows how to get what she wants. She's also very intuitive and can tell when a situation is playing out in her favor. She may not have romantic feelings for her current boyfriend, but that doesn't change the fact that he's attractive and good at using his dick.
When they finish and he gets up to grab a damp towel, Bada picks up her phone to check the time and sees a missed message, and then a missed call from y/n. She panics a little, never having gotten a text from the girl other than in a group chat with her and Howl. When she clicks on the notification the message she reads throws her off a little
'are u busy rn?' was sent at 1:47 am and the missed call came through three minutes later at 1:50. Bada felt horrible, thinking this was probably the only time y/n would reach out to her and she missed it cuz she was fucking some guy she didn't even like like that. Bada responded with 'No, what's up?' hoping she wasn't too late, staring at her phone, waiting for the screen to at least show that y/n had read the message. A couple minutes passed and Howl was still in the bathroom, so she decided to call the younger girl. When she didn't answer, Bada began to worry. She knew y/n went out with her friends to some party, so why would she be texting her and calling unless she was busy? Maybe she was just drunk and thought she was messaging someone else. Either way, Bada couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that was settling in the pit of her stomach. Howl had come back and laid himself over top of her, kissing the back of her shoulders before asking her if she was okay.
"yeah, I'm good…" she quickly looked over her shoulder throwing him a half-hearted smile that quickly faded when she looked back at her phone, still not getting anything from y/n.
"I think something's wrong with y/n." she had whispered in a daze, wondering if she should try calling the younger girl again. This causes howl to sit up completely straight, totally out of whatever state of lust he had still been in.
"what? What makes you say that? Did you see something?" he starts rifling off questions and Bada almost wishes she didn't say anything, because now she has to deal with Howl outwardly freaking out, instead of just dealing with the internal panic herself. Bada sighed and closed her eyes, massaging her forehead.
"She actually texted me a little bit ago… and then called me" she informed him with her eyes still closed. She looked tense, the whole situation starting to give her a headache
"…wait- she texted you? Has she ever texted you before?" Howl questioned with utter confusion lacing his voice. His brows were furrowed and he looked totally lost.
"yeah… I don't know why either, but she's not answering now so I'm kind of worried…" Bada bit her lip and zoned out, thinking too hard about what the other girl could be doing that would cause her not to answer her phone. Howl sighs and stands to grab his own phone.
"her location is still in the same place it was two hours ago, so I'm guessing she's just busy at the party. You shouldn't stress about it-" Howl shares but Bada cuts him off
"right but why would she text me? It's gotta be something- or else she would've texted you or one of her other friends so- I don't know I just feel bad" She crosses her arms over her naked chest, suddenly feeling too uncomfortable in her skin. She stands up running a hand through her hair and begins looking around the room for her shirt. Once she finds it, Bada puts on her shirt and quickly finds her panties after that, feeling a little less self-conscious afterward. She paces around a little more before standing in the middle of the room, running her hands down her face and sighing heavily. Howl just sits on the bed staring at her, confused as to why his girlfriend is so torn up about this
"so what do you wanna do about it? Do you want me to call her to see if she answers? Do you wanna go get her?" he starts giving her options and it just frustrates the girl more
"no- I just- I don't know… I feel horrible" Bada sighs crossing her arms again and leaning her head back, frustrated by the whole ordeal. Her boyfriend just becomes even more confused by this
"Woah, wait- why are you so torn up over this?? Seriously-" Howl laughs slightly, really not understanding her stress
"Babe, there have been plenty of times where she hasn't answered my calls or texts at a party, and it's usually cuz- well- she's partying!" he laughs softly before continuing
"I promise, she's okay- don't beat yourself up over it" he places both hands on her shoulders and Bada feels sick to her stomach. She takes a deep breath before letting it out just as big and hangs her head in frustration
"I know… I just feel like this is the only time she's ever wanted to talk to me and I blew it" the girl admits and her boyfriend once again just laughs softly, and hugs her, not understanding what she truly meant by her statement.
"Trust me, she'll understand" Howl reassures her, rubbing circles on her back- though it does nothing to ease her mind.
When y/n comes home the next day around 10:30 am to see Bada and Howl in the kitchen messing around while trying to make breakfast, the younger girl slams the front door getting their attention, as they didn't notice her come in
"oops… sorry" she mumbles loud enough for them both to hear and walks past them up the stairs. Bada watches her walk all the way upstairs with a guilty look and sad puppy eyes. Howl notices and sighs
"do you wanna go talk to her?" he asks rubbing Bada's bare thigh. She looks at him for a second before looking back towards the stairs and pursing her lips. She pushes Howl back a little bit so she can hop off the counter, and begins heading toward the stairs. Once she reaches y/n's door she knocks and after a few seconds, the shorter girl opens the door, wearing a t-shirt that's way too big for her and a pair of men's boxers tied up with a hair tie. She looks exhausted, her makeup still surprisingly intact. y/n doesn't say anything to Bada, who just stands there waiting for a second. The younger girl eyes her up and Bada realizes she's never felt this nervous around her. Y/n raises an eyebrow at her and the older girl finally speaks up.
"oh- uhm, can I come in?" she asks quietly, in the gentlest tone that Bada has ever used with y/n. the girl sighs and just opens her door all the way before turning around and walking back to grab some makeup wipes off her desk. Bada looks around her room and takes notice of how different it is from what she expected. There were posters of girl groups and female solo artists, but definitely not a single man or male presenting object being spotted in the young girl's room. She noticed the red rose petals scattered across one of the shelves, the lines of perfumes, and the many lip glosses and lipsticks overtaking her desk. It was totally different, yet exactly what she had expected.
"can I help you?" y/n had asked from where she was leaning over her vanity, wiping off the remains of her makeup. She looked in the mirror to make eye contact with a wide-eyed Bada.
"I just- wanted to check on you… you called last night and I wasn't able to answer-" y/n scoffed and had a bitter smirk as she went back to taking off her makeup
"yeah, I wonder why…" she mumbled just loud enough for Bada to hear. The older girl's eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting such a comment from the other. Bada couldn't help but laugh a little in shock, amused at y/n's reaction, but still confused as to why she was upset with her.
"Okay- so how was your party last night… you seemed to have fun" the older girl counters with her arms crossed, smirking at the girl who had walked in with her hair a mess, lipstick smudged, and mascara slightly staining her under eyes. y/n put down her makeup wipe, sighed, and closed her eyes, before turning around to face Bada.
"my party was great. I had a great time. Such a great time that THAT is the reason I called you- to tell you how great of a time I was having." she sarcastically spewed, getting more fiery by the second. Bada was even more confused now, somehow feeling even more guilty than before.
"so why did you call me then, y/n… why?" the older girl calmly asked, trying to contain the guilty look overtaking her eyes. Seeing her face, y/n's own guilty expression showed up as she began to question why she was even talking in the first place.
"I don't know…" y/n felt like she could cry. Because truth be told, she had called Bada in hopes that the older girl would come get her, and the two of them could go do something instead… but just the two of them. Without Howl- without anyone. Y/n hated going to parties now, ever since she met Bada, she started hating it. She hated dating around and meeting guys that wanted to fuck her, or even guys that actually wanted to date her- it didn't matter because y/n hated it all now. Yet whenever she found out Bada would be at her house, she couldn't bring herself to stay there, so she got dressed up and went out, hoping some guy would be able to fuck her good enough or talk to her sweet enough that she'd be able to confidently tell herself that she wasn't obsessed with her brother's girlfriend.
The silence that filled the room felt suffocating. The two girls just standing there, the younger hanging her head feeling so many emotions that she doesn't know how to process. y/n felt her throat tighten the longer Bada stood there, silent. Bada knew there was an answer, but she could tell right now she wasn't going to get it. So she sighed and shook her head, and then left closing the door behind her.
A few weeks go by and things are back to normal with y/n and Bada, except now it's Howl's turn to start acting strange. He hasn't been kissing Bada or hugging her or even having any remote physical contact with her. She doesn't feel hurt by it, but Bada is slightly confused. He's been extra busy and has been unavailable any time she's tried to ask him to hang out until one time he finally agrees. He drives to her apartment and they end up ordering takeout and watching a movie
"I have a question…" Howl brings up out of nowhere, still not being touchy with her. Bada looks away from the TV and hums, signaling him to continue
"do you like girls?" Bada is a little shocked by the question but not completely thrown off. She tilts her head and smiles a little awkwardly
"well… yeah? But I also like guys… sometimes" she jokes, hoping he hasn't caught onto her, and if he has that he isn't going to tear her to shreds for it. Howl hums and nods.
"well do you like me?" he follows up, to which Bada huffs out a laugh that sounds a little more forced than she wanted it to
"well I'm dating you aren't I?" she tries to joke, but howl only smiles a little, definitely having gained an understanding of the situation over the last few days.
"that doesn't answer my question, Bada…" he argues gently, still with a slightly knowing smile. Bada realizes the situation and her face drops slightly.
"I'm so sorry." she starts, the guilt from the early stages seeping back into her heart again.
"I didn't mean for it to be like this I really thought-" she tries to explain, but is cut off by Howl
"It's okay- I promise. I could tell you really did try… but I also wasn't entirely feeling a spark either, so I promise Bada, it's okay. Please don't beat yourself up over this…" she's hunched over, elbows resting on her knees as she hides her face in her hands. he places a comforting hand on her shoulder and she just feels so guilty
"c'mon you can't be sad and awkward around me now, especially if you're gonna try and date my sister." he confidently joked, causing Bada's eyes to widen and for her to sit straight up. Her jaw dropped to the floor and her now ex(??) just laughed.
"WHAT???" she squeaked, absolutely baffled at what Howl had just said.
"I was talking to y/n…" he started calm and then started laughing again
"she kinda snitched on you, fucking cheater" and Bada thought she was gonna cry, she was feeling so many emotions. But clearly seeing that his joke didn't land as well as he thought it would, he began scrambling to comfort her.
"But I'm not upset! I promise! I thought it was funny- I swear Bada it's okay" he rambled as he hugged the now crying Bada. She felt too confused and didn't know what was going on but she also felt a little hopeful.
"She really likes you…" Howl whispered into her hair while hugging her, causing her to hiccup slightly before sitting back to wipe her tears.
"what the fuck do you mean 'she likes you'" the girl sighs and shakes her head, still feeling tears prepare to fall.
"well…" he starts
"We actually got into a huge fight after you left that day a few weeks ago… I was so fed up with her attitude that I accidentally blew up on her, and then she blew up on me, and we didn't end up talking for three days I think… but then I went to apologize and she just cried and cried, talking about how she was a horrible sister and she felt like a horrible person and that she didn't know what to do… I was so confused." howl began explaining
" but then when I asked her what she was talking about she really just flipped her shit and started crying so hard that o thought she was gonna make herself sick- I felt awful… so I just hugged her and let her cry until she calmed down at least a little bit. Then all of a sudden she looked up at me and said- "I'm so sorry… but- I think I like Bada". I was honestly just so shocked and at first I was so in denial that I thought she was joking, meaning she liked you as a friend- I was like "That's great!" then she started crying harder and I realized what she meant…" Bada sat there with her hand over her mouth, absolutely shocked beyond words.
A couple of days later, Bada gets a text from Howl ‘hey- I'm not home…’ to which she raises an eyebrow and replies ‘ok?’ a few moments later her phone pings again
‘but y/n is ;)’ Bada rolls her eyes and scoffs out a laugh, but then she starts thinking about it seriously and decides to head to her room to pick out an outfit. She turns on the shower and texts howl while the water warms up ‘how long will you be out for?’ and not even a minute later, he's responding
‘oh I'm out for the night, go keep her company😋😚’ and Bada just shakes her head smiling, puts her phone down then hops in the shower. She shaves everything, deep washes her hair and makes sure to use the lotion she knows y/n likes. Once she finishes up, she checks her phone again to see the time and realizes it’s 7:26. Bada gets dressed and tries not to bother putting on any makeup, but ultimately decides to do a little eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. The girl grabbed her purse and hopped in her car, heading off to her ex-boyfriend’s house, aka her new girlfriend’s house.
When Bada pulled into the driveway, she started to panic a little. ‘What if y/n was just having a moment and doesn’t actually like me? What if she doesn’t actually like girls at all and was just thinking she did?’ she started psyching herself out but then remembered how torn Howl had described the younger girl to be. So she got out of the car and walked up to the door, before kicking on it confidently. Or at least with fake confidence.
When y/n opens the door, she’s already confused and looks a little distressed. She had known that Howl and Bada had broken up, so why was she here? Howl of course hadn’t told his sister the plan, wanting to catch her off guard in order for her to feel her realest emotions. And although he had explained to her that they had broken up, he only told her it was because there were no romantic feelings between them anymore- her brother never mentioned the part where he practically outed her to Bada.
“Hey y/n!” Bada chirps with a nervous smile, as she stands stiffly with her hands in her pockets. Y/n’s still partially hiding behind the door and her confusion is still very apparent, especially after hearing the older girl’s chipper tone.
“Uh… hey.” she tries to respond enthusiastically, but it barely comes out in her tone of voice as well as her lack of expression change. They both stand there for a few seconds before Bada clears her throat.
“Uh… can I come in?” the older of the two asks with the same bright tone as before, but the other starts to panic slightly.
“Oh- well Howl isn’t home… so…” the smaller girl struggled to find any other words
“I know.” Bada responded with a shy but knowing smile, causing the younger girl’s eyes to widen and her mouth to part slightly, starting to understand the situation but not wanting to jump to any conclusions. She starts to nod slowly and steps back to open the door fully, moving aside to let the other in.
“Uhm… yeah, come in.” She finally speaks up, still a little dazed and confused, and the older smiles gently at her as she enters. Bada walks around comfortably, having been in the house plenty of time. She takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, looking over at y/n who is still standing stiffly by the front door. The older chuckles and tilts her head before patting the cushion, indicating she wants the younger girl to come sit next to her. The one still standing begins to cautiously make her way over, causing Bada to roll her eyes.
“Oh my god, Y/n I'm not gonna bite you-” she grabs the smaller girl’s wrist once she gets close enough, and pulls her down to sit right next to her on the couch. y/n let out a gasp, shocked by the contact but also the older girl’s assertiveness.
“Well- not yet at least” Bada finishes with a cheesy smirk, trying to joke around but also being completely serious. The girl across from her let out an awkward laugh, trying her best to calm down, but still totally lost as to why her brother’s ex-girlfriend was there.
“So… why exactly are you here? If you knew Howl wasn’t gonna be here, and I’m assuming you know he’s not gonna be here for a while…” y/n questioned quietly, unsure of what to expect in response. The older of the two put her arm on the back of the couch and leaned in closer.
“You really don’t know?” Bada questioned softly, seductively, eyeing up the girl across from her- who stayed silent, only shaking her head in denial.
“I’m here to see you…” the older explained, still carrying a dark, tension-filled aura, trying to get the ball rolling and finally get her point across. Yet, the younger girl across from her wasn’t budging.
“You’re here to see me… why?” y/n asked, genuinely confused.
“C’mon y/n, you don’t need to play dumb” Bada chuckled and shook her head with a smirk.
“I’m not playing dumb, there’s just no way you’re actually here to see me.” she was starting to get frustrated and Bada could tell by the way she was scooting back to put some distance between them- the younger girl’s response confused her.
“Why wouldn’t I want to come see you-” the older is cut off by her counterpart standing up abruptly to stand in front of her still-seated figure.
“Because Bada, you’ve never actually wanted to come see me. you’re only trying to mess with me- you’re always fucking messing with me…” there was a long pause and the older girl watched y/n’s face go from frustrated to distraught, noticing her eyes start to water.
“I didn’t like you at all and then you forced your way in here and I had no choice- but when I actually start FUCKING liking you for real, you decide to stop trying. You stop wanting me to come out with you and Howl, you stop complimenting me, you don’t even look in my direction-” By now y/n’s crying out in anger and frustration, and Bada is standing there watching it all happen, totally blind-sided.
“And I know it’s selfish, and so fucking crazy of me to have been wanting my brother’s FUCKING GIRLFRIEND to pay more attention to me than she did him- I know it’s fucked… but it is absolutely not fair that you played into it the way you did…” she begins to sob fully, hanging her head as her shoulder shake.
“It’s not fucking fair…” y/n whispers covering her face with her hands. Bada didn’t know what to do as she stood with her mouth slightly agape, speechless, and unprepared for the outburst of emotions from the young girl. She cautiously began stepping toward her sobbing figure, and once she was close enough, Bada gently grabbed y/n’s wrist pulling her hand away from her face. She looked up at the taller girl, still crying and Bada slowly moved her other hand up to cup y/n’s face. Her lip was quivering as she held back another wave of tears, waiting for the older girl’s next move.
“I’m so sorry…” Bada whispered staring deeply into y/n’s eyes, the sincerity and warmth of her glance causing the younger of the two to burst into tears again, dropping her head as much as she could while still being held.
“Everything I’ve ever said to you was real… I’ve meant every single word of it all.” the older girl continued to reassure gently wiping the tears from y/n’s eyes as they continued to fall. She bit her lip debating whether or not it was a good time to prove herself, ultimately deciding that it was.
“Y/n…” Bada called softly and lifted the smaller girl’s head gently to look up at her. She had stopped crying for the most part and was calmer now, so Bada took a deep breath before leaning in and pressing her lips passionately to y/n’s. The younger girl’s breath hitched into the kiss in short-lived shock, before her eyes fluttered shut and quickly fell into rhythm. Bada’s lips were soft and tasted of sweet chapstick- something y/n noticed right away… something she never paid attention to with any of the boys she’d been with in the past, only ever noticing how cold they all felt. But not Bada. Bada’s kisses were warm, and passionate, filled with emotion and feeling. Y/n felt something, and it didn’t scare her anymore, at least not at that moment.
The older girl was still holding onto the other’s wrist with one hand while cupping her face with the other. Y/n moved her free hand to cautiously land on Bada’s cheek, just barely grazing the skin before the taller of the two shifted her hand placement as well, freeing y/n’s wrist to wrap her arm around the girl’s waist and pull her in tighter, deepening the kiss- causing her to have to adjust her hand from the slight touch of Bada’s cheek to firmly holding onto the back of her neck. They stumbled back slightly and continued to lead each other backward until y/n was bumping into the end table. They separated for about half a second to gauge their spacing before y/n was leaning against the table and Bada was bending down to meet her height. After a few more moments of soft yet passionate kissing, Bada backed away for a brief second, smiling when the younger girl leaned forward to follow her lips. y/n opened her eyes, a tad confused in her dazed state.
“Why don’t we go upstairs?” the older softly mumbled against the other’s lips, pressing short kisses in the moments of silence, making it hard for the girl in question to focus and respond. y/n nodded and closed her eyes again to enjoy a longer kiss before her counterpart parted again to drag her up the stairs toward her bedroom. Bada had no trouble finding the girl’s room seeing as she’s familiar with the house as a whole, but has also been in it before.
Once they make it inside, neither bothers to close the door as they both head straight for the bed. Bada pushes y/n gently as they both near the edge and the younger of the two sits bringing her partner down with her, their lips still connected. Y/n scoots her way back so she’s laying against her pillows as Bada crawls her way up with her. Their energy becomes more united as their lips continue to mold together and pick up speed.
Bada has one hand resting near the top of the bed and her other hand rubs up and down y/n’s side at first, but eventually coming to a stop on her lower inner thigh before pulling slightly to part the smaller girl’s legs, making more room for herself to fully lay in between them. Y/n felt a short whine slip out at the feeling of the older girl’s hands on her, bringing one leg up to wrap around her hips. As soon as Bada registered y/n pulling her closer, she began to slowly grind her hips into the girl beneath her, both letting out soft whines and moans as they continued to move together. y/n’s hands were moving up Bada’s shirt, rubbing her sides and grazing her back, only spurring the older girl to become even more passionate with her actions.
Their kisses were starting to become messy, with their tongues intertwining and them nipping at each other’s lips every now and then. Bada began to work her way down, kissing from the corner of y/n’s lips and across her cheek as she began biting and sucking from her jaw down to below the girl’s collarbone. The older of the two was sure she spent enough time and effort marking up her partner’s neck- at least she thought so with how much louder y/n’s moans and whines had gotten, and by the way she was tugging at her hair.
Bada worked her way back up and as soon as she got even remotely close, the young girl was pulling her back in to attack her lips again. The room was quiet aside from the rustling of clothing and bedsheets, along with the small noises of pleasure coming from the two girls, slightly muffled by their kisses. Bada began to work her hands down the other girl’s body stopping at the waistband of her sweatpants, running her fingers across the edge before ever so slightly dipping underneath them. Y/n tensed for a second and Bada could tell something was off
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked softly, quickly checking over the small girl to make sure there wasn’t any obvious issue.
“Yeah! Yeah, actually can we just- uhm… can we just kiss right now… and maybe do some other stuff at a later time?” y/n’s voice had gotten almost impossibly quiet at the end as she avoided eye contact and Bada felt her heartbreak at how nervous the girl had seemed to ask her. She reached her hands back up to cup the smaller girl’s face again and began to stroke y/n’s cheeks lovingly.
“Angel, of course we can just kiss right now, we don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to-” the older girl expressed her sincere understanding, but was cut off
“No! I do wanna kiss you- I actually think I might die if I don’t kiss you right now… I just… I’m just still trying to process that you actually want to be with me…” y/n explained and finished with an embarrassed smile, causing Bada to sigh but not out of annoyance or frustration, not even impatience. She just felt so guilty for making this poor girl think there wasn’t a reason for her to be loved. She surveyed the girl’s face, once again noticing the sparkle in her eyes and blush painting her face- how her lips were slightly red and swollen from their activities, and how her eyes were still a little puffy from crying.
Bada leaned forward and pressed her lips back to y/n’s, softly this time as if she were afraid the small girl in front of her would break if she took on any more pressure. They continued their activities from a moment ago, this time more gently, the two feeling themselves become whole as their energies intertwine. After a while, they pull away and just gaze into each other’s eyes in a lovestruck daze.
“I wanna do this. I know this is all totally new to you, so let’s take our time okay? Let’s make sure we talk things out and we’re honest about our feelings from now on… I really want things to work between us y/n.” Bada expressed her true feelings all while stroking the other girl’s cheek gently and then petting her hair. Y/n’s eyes began to water again, this time out of overwhelming happiness, as she nodded her head enthusiastically, unable to bring herself to speak knowing she’d start crying again.
“You really are a crybaby, you know that?” Bada teased softly, tucking a piece of hair behind y/n’s ear. The younger just shyly giggled and tucked her head onto the other’s chest after hitting her playfully. They stayed that way for a while, with Bada’s arm wrapped securely around y/n’s waist.
“So, what movie do you wanna watch?” the older had spoken up after a few moments of them enjoying the silence, waiting as the younger peaked up with puppy eyes before looking off to the side to ponder for a second.
“Hmm… let’s watch Tangled!” she expressed excitedly, blushing again when her partner rolled her eyes, having already expected that to be the answer. It didn’t really matter in the end what movie they chose though, seeing as they both ended up falling asleep wrapped securely in each other’s arms about thirty minutes into the film.
And the next morning when Howl came home, he made his way upstairs to see if his sister was home, and sure enough, when he saw her door was open and was about to walk in he realized she was cuddled up with exactly who he had expected to be there. He smiled to himself, shutting her door quietly, and just kept walking down the hall to his own room. Mission accomplished.
notes: i genuinely think i'm incapable of writing short fics...
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✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF
duo ﹒ jake x fmr
genre fluff
wc 05k
warnings not proofread
jake will not let go of you
i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you
my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second
hugging you anytime and anywhere
he wraps his big biceps around your small figure
clinging is arms on your waist is a must
sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler
head pats !!
he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair
your hair is so soft for him
his hands never leave your hair
while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair
ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)
especially when you come back home and run to him
hugs you and ruffles your hair
jake has pictures of you everywhere
polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone
he likes staring at you
he could stare at you forever and never get bored
jake observes little habits that you have
tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods
he watches everything
calls you baby and babe
they are classics and jake likes them
"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."
"babe, what's for dinner today?"
"baby, please put this away for me."
"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."
jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't
you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'
probably isn't a spam texter
spams memes though
he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back
he knows you are laughing so hard irl
lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts
just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you
good morning and good night messages are a must
its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep
jake is a half and half with calling and texting
but he loves to go on call before he sleeps
sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep
however he texts you really silly and goofy things
memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures
did you see this video 😭😨
times like that make him cuter for you
jake is a kisser, a very good one
he loves physical touch so much
he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you
kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake
it happens almost every where
his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout
he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?
he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever
addicted to them at this point
sulks when you don't give him kisses :(
loves taking you on dates
it's his favourite thing to do with you
picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves
layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things
what could be better lets be honest
and picnics are the best in general
you cook lots of food for him
you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food
and he loves eating it
makes you kiss his lips, again
yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that
© flwrshee
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Astrology Observations💕
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🌸You know what day it is 😍 is Sundayyyy andddd that means a new sweet post from me to you all beautiful people💕🌸. ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR AJAJAJAJAJAJAJA hope you all will have a full year full happiness and blessings!🫂💞
Intro Song so you can enjoy my post while listening some good music:
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🌸How Libra's Risings manage to look so pretty??? HOWWWW? I wanna know their secret how these people manage to look so pretty 24/7?? IS THIS in their DNA??🌸
🌸HOW Scorpio's Risings have such hot and mesmerizing looks? Y'all don't know this but i always wanted to be a Scorpio Rising because they look so good in everything and they are also so beautiful and very powerful too. Is a flex to be a Scorpio Rising 💅
🌸 People with Venus in the 1st house, we know you look so damn good in everything you wear omg your style and your elegance is everything, refinement at its finest, and the way you glow up is AMAZING. 😍
🌸Moon in Aries have a very confident and protective mom, their mom could be very confident about her life and her ideas, these natives could learn to be very courageous in their life and to take the risk when it's needed.💕🥹
🌸 How are Scorpios Suns so horny and hot? Like not joke right now these people can be horny 24/7, and they like pleasure a lot they can fantasize all day about it. And let's talk about hot hot their personalities issss they can be so gentle and so romantic also very loyal and honest about everything they do🌸😍
🌸 LIBRA placements/Libra in big 6 (Sun,Moon, Rising,Venus,Mercury) give Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty in their auras a lot, they radiate that Disney Princess vibe 👸🌸
🌸 Sagittarius placements/Sagittarius in Big 6 (Sun, Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury), have a very pretty BIG dark humour 😭 they joke always even in the times where no one jokes, and is totally funny because they were always like this and that makes them unique 🌸😍
🌸Cancer Risings look very angelic beside their devilish behavior omg i see those natives like that type of "Half Goddess/Half Devil and yes they can be cold and harsh sometimes if you do them dirty they gonna seek for revenge 🌸👀
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🌸 Aquarius Placements/Aquarius in big 6 ( Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury), can heal themselves when they are hurt while listening to music, they are innovators and music can help those natives a lot 🎵🎹 .
🌸 Gemini Placements/Gemini in big 6 (Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury) like to do a lot of things at once "multitasking" and they can be very good at this, but also their skills 😍🔥🔥 they can be good at so many things and having multiple talents
🌸Aries Placements/Aries in big 6 (Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury) are very dominant and powerful people, they can get jealous so fast 😭 and they can also get very angry (Aries Mars i look at you👀) these people don't like to wait they are very impatient and like to do things fast like "Move faster i have other 39399449 things to do in the next 10 minutes"🤣😭. They are very powerful people when it comes to their daily life they know everything they need to do.
HOW ARE CAPRICORN RISINGS so pretty? JUST HOW i wanna know how they are so blessed with such beauty and grace. 😍😍
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Venus in Water Signs might say "I love you" a lot and very often to their partners, it is in their DNA to do such things, they have such beautiful love languages (coming from a Scorpio Venus who is dating a Scorpio Venus)💞💞💞
Moon at Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can make you very authentic in all the things you are doing, you are doing them with passion and pleasure, you can be a very analytical person or have analytical skills. I see these natives having a very beautiful soul nature, their soul is very authentic and full of energy.
Sun at Scorpio Degrees (8°,20°) can make you a very powerful person with a very strong ego and ideals, you can be very misterious and attractive to people around you and also you can be very good at hiding things or to be secretive.
Moon conjunct Mercury can have a very angelic and pleasant voice, they can also express their feelings very much and lot and they can have a mix of going trough moods like - sad - happy - sad again - happy again. Its because they can deal with many emotions and communication can help them a lot
Uranus in the 2nd house can give you a very unique and different pretty physical appearance. (2nd can also represent your physical appearance) 😍. But also a very unique voice and this can apply to Uranus in the 3rd house too about communicating and voice 😍🌹
Pluto at Scorpio and Capricorn Degrees (8°,10°,20°,22°) can be a very dangerous yet powerful placement because here Pluto has a lot of power and a lot of magnetism, mystery aura especially if you have Pluto aspecting the ascendant in these signs (Scorpio/Capricorn). I see this as a motto "You don't realize how powerful you are"👀
Pluto conjunct Venus can attract very passionate romantic yet possessive and jealous partners (Venus can represent the spouse for both genders). Be careful what type partners you can attract this one is also a very powerful combination of Venus/Pluto. 💓💓
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Asteroid Eros 433 aspecting the ascendant can make you very attractive, very good pleasing, a good personality and very much liked by people especially conjunction because (conjunction is the strongest).
!IF you don't have any Eros - Ascendants i suggest you to search for your Ascendant and Eros persona charts for deep understanding.!
Asteroid Eros (443) in Libra/Taurus/7th house/2nd house 😍 can make you a very very very romantic person and you can seek for romantism a lot in your life, you can enjoy having relationships so much, this placements relies on relationships and love all their life. This can also mean you want to search for you true love 💕
Asteroid Eros 433 making an aspect with Mars 😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 your relationships can be very intense and sensual. (Asteroid Eros in Aries/Scorpio/1st/8th can apply to this)
Asteroid Eros 433 making an aspect with Venus is also a very romantic placement, you can be very lovely and sweet in your love relationships and i can see these people like to make a lot of gifts for their partners how cuteeee these people are so adorable 🥺🥺
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Hope you all enjoyed this post 💕 please don't get sad if you don't have any placements from this post i will make a lot more because I have a lottt of them to post so don't worry but until i post them i will let you other posts to find your aspects 💕💓💓 HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE 💕
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you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33
no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!
(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)
Not A Responsibility
Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)
Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy
Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.
UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭
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You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.
You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.
Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.
You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?
You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.
However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.
You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.
Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.
When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.
...
Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.
Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.
You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.
Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?
This was a recipe for disaster.
...
You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.
You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.
Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.
He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?
...
You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”
If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”
You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”
Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”
Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”
That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.
You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.
“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”
He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”
In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.
Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”
That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”
He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.
Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”
You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.
...
It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.
You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”
That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.
Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”
Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?
Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.
Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.
Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?
Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.
You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.
Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.
“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”
You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.
“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”
Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.
“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”
Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”
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hellooo can u do actor!chishiya x actress!reader where it's their first time acting w eo in a movie and they already have an nsfw scene or sumn and fans just went crazy bcs its rumored they kinda hate each other 😳 (they actually don't tho they just have this RAGING SEXUAL TENSION)
CINEMA
“I bring the pop to the cinema.
You pop when we get intimate”
CHISHIYA X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW. (NO SMUT)
PT2
(I’m thinking of doing a part 2 thats like when the movie comes out and they have an interview and they just ykyk, but idk, maybe if this gets support, I really like this idea 😭, Hope you like it! 💘)
(Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. Yeah, you had some crushes here and there when you were a teenager, but you stayed loyal to your vow. They remain as good friends, nothing more.
You were amazing, you had a glorious career. Not getting into any scandal, problems, etc. You decided to take the easy route and avoid getting in to a relationship.
Now, It was the first day of shooting from the new movie you’re staring. You were really relaxed actually. Most of the times you don’t know with who you’re acting with since you met them the same first day of shooting.
They just had finished doing your hair and makeup when the movie director comes in.
“Miss y/n, my dear y/n! Good morning everybody!” He said to everybody in the room. “I have some great news for you!” Am I getting another role for your next movie? omgomg
“It’s time for you to meet your romantic interest in this movie” Oh. That…
He gave you playful smile like if it’s like he’s playing something, then he clapped his hands creating some tension. “Everyone, meet Mr.Shuntaro!”
No way.
Chishiya Shuntaro?!?!?!
You didn’t even realized you said that aloud until you saw a very schoked Chishiya too.
Shit.
I mean, like there’s nothing wrong working with The Chishiya Shuntaro y’know?… only that there’s a lot of “beef” between the both of you. Or that’s what fans like to call it. And don’t get me wrong! There’s nothing going on with both of you….
Well… maybe fans believed both of you hate eachother since in an awards event, the two of you were sat together and you couldn’t stop looking at him. It got you so nervous being next to another co-star and having some dating rumors with them. So most of the time you gave him that ‘ew’ look. But in your defense, it’s better having beef with some co-star rather than a dating rumor!
But let’s be real… you were just masking your eyes full of lust for him just to prevent any scandal.
And now?! Having him in this movie that’s not really family friendly has you questioning your decisions.
Should you cancel this? Tell them to find another actress? Your manager told you to be the most far away from him. Did he agree to this?!!! Oh this mother-
“Ms. Y/N, it’s time to start recording.”
“Oh yeah.. thank you.”
And it even seems funny to him too! “We need to break the ice between the both of you! What about we start with the spicy scenes?” He said.
‘Wi niid ti briek thi ice bitien thi ti if you’ kill yourself.
It was CLEAR, you didn’t wanted to do this first, and mostly because it’s your first time acting together but not your first time being together at the same place. And that one time clearly didn’t go well.
So…
Why the hell is my manager okay with this?!
You weren’t nervous because you clearly had a crush on him, oh nonono, you couldn’t let yourself to that risk, but it was because….
because…?
Doesn’t matters. You have to do this. It’s your job y/n, take a big breath and….
Oh shit, he doesn’t has a shirt on?!
You couldn’t believe this is really happening.
This scene consists of both of you making out. This isn’t too hard right? It’s not the first time I do it. It’s okay, relax.
You placed your legs on each side of him, you had to straddle him.. ride him. shut the fuck up. Nothing wrong with it.
This part of the movie both of you were in the same bedroom. “Alone” Yeah… bullshit. There’s like 4 camaras around us.
“And… ACTION!” Fuck. The director exclaimed. Now all eyes were on both of you. You were tense. You slowly cupped his cheek with your hand and started kissing him, he followed your way. You’re doing good right? Yes! Maybe we could just finish it in one take and-
Shit.
“CUT! This looks like some elementary kids kissing for the first time, put some passion! more sexiness y’know, let it go” Yeah, yeah he’s right! It’s not like you’re on top of him IN UNDERWEAR, and he’s almost naked with just some briefs that are barely hanging on his waist! Let’s put some passion in it!
“Okay… SCENE 13, TAKE TWO, ACTION!” You were about to cup his cheek again when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and started kissing you. You let him take control and play with your lips all like he wanted, you couldn’t move yourself, you were FREEZED. He slightly started moving you with his hands for you to straddle him, he left a small groan, hopefully it’s part of his act, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaving a small moan that sounded more like a sigh. Shit. This is not part of the act.
“CUT!” WHAT?! WHATS WRONG NOW?!
“Y/N, please relax a little, he looked like he’s making out with a mannequin. C’mon, let’s do it again. SCENE 13, TAKE THREE, AND ACTION!”
Okay… Relax.
This time, you were the one who started kissing Chishiya roughly, he left a small whimper at that sudden action, but continued with it. Both of you were kissing eachother like beasts. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving up and down in top of him. This feels so good. You left a moan that was quickly shut down by his kisses.
“AND…. CUT! That was amazing see! I knew both of you would be perfect for this role, it’s like you guys were made for it! I’m really hop-“
You stopped listening to the director, when you locked eyes with Chishiya. They were so beautiful. He’s really beautiful.
He breaks the eye contact when he looks down at both of you, he suddenly chuckled and that made you look.
Oh shit. You were so fucked.
He was hard and his briefs now had a dark stain of your juices, this is so embarrassing! You looked at him with red ears and pink cheeks mumbling a sorry..
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I mean, that stain it’s not only yours y’know?” He said getting your chin up with one of his hands while the other covers you up with the blanket from the bed.
Okay, that made you laugh and relax a little..
Both of you locked eyes again.
It feels so right to me.
“If you’re getting yourself wet for me… I guess you’re all mine now.”
Oh you were so fucked.
And i’m so sorry if this is short her than the others 😭, rn there’s a lot going on and my schedule is really messy rn. I was literally writing this at the hospital and later at the gym LMFAOSOSO
#chishiya smut#chishiya x reader#aib chishiya#chishiya shuntaro#chishiya angst#alice in boderland x reader#aib season 2#alice in borderland#aib#kuina alice in borderland#chishiya alice in borderland#alice in borderland x reader#aib arisu#arisu smut#requests open#request
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Hi! So I love your blog and I have a request if you're up for it!
So imagine Vendetta!Leon or ID!Leon with a younger, Rookie D.S.O agent. So the reader is learning about what it takes to be an agent and they are skilled but a little reckless. The reader and Leon end up going on a mission together and something happens to where the reader does something risky/reckless to save Leon and afterwards while Leon is patching them up he's also scolding them for putting themselves into a dangerous situation...
I just thought it was a cute idea and I adore your blog so obviously no pressure and thank you regardless! :)
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summary: training to be a d.s.o agent has its perks and its fair share of dangers, and who would know that best other than the acclaimed leon s. kennedy? former rookie cop turned myth, you’re troubled as you try to not question your worth to your duty — to him.
warnings: intense violent imagery, d.s.o. agent reader, talk of death / loss, talk of wounds / stabbing, weapons mentioned, angst (comfort i swear!!!!!!!), written with infinite darkness ! leon in mind
a/n: bam stop using deftones songs as titles FAILED. and hello??? ur mind??? revolutionary. but thank u so much for the request!! i did make it more angsty than intended 😭 but happy ending i swear !! this is just a general disclaimer, but i’m trying my best to get as many requests done as possible, but finding myself easily burnt out, so please bare with me if i take some time to get these pieces out!! enjoy :-)
word count: 3.5k+ (help)
You’re well put together — inundated at the seams and bursting in the areas that made you an excelling recruit, something of a common place practice when one gets appointed to a station as alpine as the D.S.O.
It’s gruelling at first. The training, not the people — the people here offer you awkward but veritable grins, cloying pats on the head when you’d surpassed a notable fix in your inculcation, maybe even conversation in places you’d expect hard worn expressions, bumps of the shoulders, a lack of acquiescence for a new comer such as you.
“Turns out, there’s a new donut place opening in the city” someone speaks through a mouthful of food, grinning when admonished by their peer. They look at you with tired yet cordial won eyes, something like a respite in comparison to the gruelling training and pains you endure in staple hours.
You laugh, craning backwards, replying “Really? Wanna go sometime?”
And they teem, sheen with surety as you set a date. The date passes and you’ve got your fridge brimmed with donuts — pastel, sugar coated and chockfull of profuse fillings.
You’re home. You’re staring at your laptop. The device whirrs with effort, the screen fulgent with simulated light as block words stare back at you — MULTIPLE KILLED IN GOVERNMENT ORDAINED PROJECT. SEVERAL INJURED.
The next day, you press your lips together and wait for the space ahead to be filled with a familiar face, some day old blistering talk about donut shops and parties and mandated leaves.
No one comes. You chew your bread in wanton silence.
And your days blur as usual — your attitude is unparalleled. You give yourself the credit for coarsening against such losses, of confidants who offered you their time and remaining nuance of sentience. You don’t, however, congeal like they do. You do not die or recoup.
You move senselessly and so do the days.
It’s several months later, when you’ve gathered yourself in the training room, greased with sweat and vigour, when you meet him.
Leon S. Kennedy, in the flesh.
There’s talk of him in the corridors, rumours of his barely capricious resolve and even more so of his loyalty to the D.S.O. Of his habitual reclusiveness, ordained leaves and near blank appearances.
He’s almost a myth.
Still, you’re real and working and need to cavort around your training till your muscles bleed and chalk up with pain that marks enough effort for the night — you do not want to stay a rookie forever. There’s a insecurity underscored in your brain somewhere, in bright red lines and despite the sweat of your skill in your hands, but you decide to delineate it for tonight. Try to focus on the knotty feel of the compress against your knuckles as you strengthen your feet, begin to get into a stance most up to par, a gracing thought of ‘please don’t break my bones’ pressed into the bean bag before—
“Hello?”
The addition of another voice, besides the earsplitting one in your mind, makes you falter. Makes you lose your footing and touch the target in front of you, rather than skirting it with a hard worn touch — the sight would’ve made you chuckle on a normal day. But today was not normal, it was marked with a accent of irresolutions. So you swivel on your feet, baring your teeth like the caitiff the D.S.O had disillusioned everyone into being. The pretence doesn’t fool anyone, not even yourself, but you give it a try.
And maybe you give yourself some credit, for stoking it up to the myth, the caricature of duty himself, Leon Kennedy. In the flesh, complexion enervated in his well earned stack of muscle, that seemed to be garbed with a leather jacket. Jeans.
How… normal.
You lose tension in your muscles. Ditch the shout in your brows. Abandon the faux, heavy lined bellicosity in your belly for curiosity. Some guilt and embarrassment, too.
“Leon S. Kennedy?” you gasp, feel the air hit your tongue. The room grows a faltering few degrees hotter, and some part of you is convinced you’ll sink into the floor in a matter of minutes.
But Leon offers you one of his complimentary smiles that scream business. His hands are discarded in the wide sinews of his jeans, where they are distracted and nonplussed with the goal of hurting the material with diverted fingers. Yet you linger ahead of him, visibly sweaty and awkward, and it blunders his heart with some peace that you’re biding that same level of awkwardness.
“In the flesh,” he jokes, but the room is too small, too dark to determine tone. To determine the weight of his words or his presence. You still find sentience in you to laugh, snort even, and it makes the air between a lot more genuine, “I’ve come to discuss something here with you.”
“With me?” you croak, not wanting to sound delirious but inevitably falling for the trap — what did the Leon Kennedy want to do with a single recruit that is you? Skilled, yes, but sharing the innumerable roster of missions as him? Not a chance. Still, you grab a towel and a bottle of water, finding rhythm in your step as you talk alongside him to the exit.
Slogging be damned.
He offers a small nod, resigned in a way that made sense to the both of you, “We’re to be assigned in a collaborative project. A mission, if you will,” he opens the door, allows you to step past the threshold first and doesn’t miss the way you flesh out with a terrible blush as you skitter ahead, “Nothing too out of the ordinary for agents like you and me. Just a simple clear up.”
But we are nothing alike, you want to ink the air with the words. And some part of you stiffens as you hear the intractable comparison. Still, you’re curious above all things else and hear him out — not that I can refuse, you add mentally. Scribble out with imaginable red ink.
“When will it be?” you ask, feet jittery and muscles still sheening.
“A month from now” he confirmes. You work to notice the exigent lines of wear and tear on his face, the follow of a stubble beginning to thread against his chin and jaw. The sharpness giving way to kindness in his eyes as he looks at you.
Oh god, he’s looking at you.
“I see,” you say, gaze falling to the gravel and spit of stone as you corner the exit. As the wind hits your skin, you’re pathetically assuming a shiver. You hope Leon isn’t as perceptive as the rumours pin him to be, but you never truly get anywhere with that wish — he places a warm, kind hand on your shoulder, “You’re freezing.”
“Yeah I should probably—“
“Get back?”
“Home, yeah.”
And an awkward, painfully annoying silence courses the space between you two — between you and this acclaimed proxy you barely knew prior to these graceless seconds. The better part of you ushers the thought away and the worse part of you is antsy to prove something — anything.
“Get home safe…” he offers some semblance of a tight lipped smile, again as reclusive as he can get. His back is turned to you, departing, and you’re pulled in the other direction by your feet, when you suddenly turn around.
He’s gone already.
The month beneath his guidance is as you expect it — resilient and tough on the flesh. He manoeuvres you in ways you’d never have begun to correct yourself (“Lift the end of your arms here, instead of down here.”)
He presses feeling and rigour to his praise (“That’s it — you got it. Good job — now give me 20 more.”)
He holds you back from splintering push forwards, from the bridge between you and your apex. Holds a hand against your wet shoulder to shoulder your eagerness (“Woah, woah — don’t get too ahead of yourself.”)
You make it known of your gratefulness. You buy takeout and share it on the stairs. You communicate your worries and walk out free of them.
You also hate him for rubbing raw of your potential. You hate him for the wounded look in his eyes when you falter. You hate him for the itch in his fingers when you push yourself some more.
But you keep that one for the shadows. Don’t make it known. Hide it behind falsity.
You share takeout on the stairs again.
The night before the assignment couldn’t be more gruelling.
You’re welcome by the sheets, yet find no recluse in them, as you twist and turn as the hours come. Your feet are stretched and throbbing with hurt from the range of pushing exercises from the day before, your fingers curling with effort only.
And your head is plagued. Swimming, bathed, with those reticent thoughts. Those same block letters that spoke back to you, flagged the death of thousands you knew from passing glances to remembered conversations.
You turn on your side, try to flush the thought away. But they come back with vigour, with spit.
You knew them.
You’d eaten with them.
You’ll die just the same.
Fuck this.
Your feet find the cold, hard-wood floors immediately. They’re a ridged comparison to the heat of the sheets, but a blistering reminder of what’s to come tomorrow. You pace your apartment, crowd your brain with tasks, busy your hands, till the sun flits past the clouds like routine.
And with your heart in your throat, you ready yourself to the chin, gripping yourself with the promise of doing what you must to euchre death on its own doorstep — both for you and Leon.
The day arrives with a quick start. You’re deployed in a vehicular that is smaller than anticipated, holding your fears in your hands with cupped palms. Leon sits beside you, eyes vacant of anything palpable. You’d talked once, but that’s all of what either of you offered each other up till now — now, it’s you and your fears, cut-throat and fusty, ahead of you.
A thought of your friend passes your mind.
A thought of the donut shop.
A thought of the bottom of your coffee cup.
A thought of the post-mortem images. Of the flesh. The blood. The time. The place.
“Remember,” Leon cards you out of your worst, thoughts crumbling against themselves as you swivel to glance at him, “on me at all times. No sudden moves. Got it?”
He is far more profound here, the spitting image of the rumours materialised into the skin of a battle worn agent — his tone is pebbly, no semblance of that night’s patience in it anymore.
He’s in it for good. And you should be too.
“Got it,” you reply when the seconds flow too far. He nods back, curt and sharp and you want to talk him up. Want to offer your share of strategies. Want to card through the wounds on your arm and how to avoid the bloody things. Want to loop your fingers through half of his experience and not want to set him back.
But it was never that simple. And the ride is just as silent.
Two hours in and you’re stationed against crumbling brick, jagged stone, MK-45 gripped tightly in your hands. The smell of rot, mycelium, abused your lungs. Makes you stagger forward and hold yourself by the seams like flesh on plying bone.
But when you look at Leon, he’s everything but as discomposed as you — his eyebrows are tightly drawn, a shadow to his eyes that wasn’t there prior. There’s a bite in his step, in the way he holds his weapon, in the way he surveys the area.
Get yourself together, you think.
Within minutes, you force yourself to straighten your back, swallow back the burdensome bile stretching against your mouth and prime yourself to the futile smell of the dead at every carrefour you cross.
“Ahead,” Leon speaks and clings to your attention.
You look ahead, noticing an array of groaning zombies clawing at a car that seemed to have initiated its alarm. The smell is amplified by the rub of petrol curdling out of the car (from the repeated clash of the zombies, you’re sure) and you frustrate yourself into not gagging — think ‘fucking hell, I really hate these things.’
“You go to the left, I’ll take the right,” Leon whispers and you realise his motive.
Mutual accomplishment built on the precipice of trust.
Still, he looks at you like he’ll splinter without a response.
Like he relies on this circulation, no matter how damning, how short. His eyes scream ‘don’t you dare do anything stupid’ and you choose to blur it into something nonsensical, a thought of ‘it’s common procedure, a set of instructions he needs to hand feed me’, choosing to ignore the obvious side of things, the bleeding flush of his words, the trepidation nailing every withering seam of his body.
He’d grown to interpret you as more than just a rookie, someone capable of vigour and strength of the winning.
He needed you alive.
You needed him to look at you other than a wounded animal.
You offer him some little nod, feet hurrying up to the fluster of zombies against the few cars gathered there — as you get close, you can see the vegetation cram against the side walk, the stink of flesh against the windshield.
But you’re skilled, not stupid.
Your weapon purrs with warmth in your hand as you pin down the first vier, working your second round of bullets with the other five you’ve attracted— their fractured groans are animalistic, orotund where human capability shouldn’t be.
But you’re twice the work than they ever are.
“Fuck,” you whisper, realising close proximity doesn’t hold up with your choice of weapon — so, working against better judgement, you retrieve your knife by the hilt, scoring it against the reeking flesh of the first two. You quickly gain footing and stab the other two point black in the skull, feeling the vibrating collusion fill the blade.
And you’re close — you feel it. With another plow, the last of them falters to the floor with a wet thump. Blood pools at your feet, curdles against the material of your boot as you curl a hand against your hip in weariness.
And yet, you have half the nerve to concern yourself with Leon.
As you turn, you quickly see that he is struggling. He’s cornered, stuck between a stretch of the building that allows a swift gateway of those creatures to buckle within arm’s reach. And there’s little solace as you learn the fact, as you ready your weapon — you’re aiming before you can think, firing before you can feel.
Leon spots you, as his jaw goes slack.
His voice is swollen with disbelief and you’re sure you catch the words “get out of here!” but you’re moving on the pure pump of your blood, of the stretch of muscle and skill in your body. Two, three, four enemies crumble at the bite of your bullet and your fingers sink against the sting of gunmetal.
Memorise the step of their movements.
Formulate an opening.
Ignore Leon’s snare and his warnings and the way his arms curl around his weapon and the look in his eye and the fickle hope in them and the way they look at you like you’re something wounded.
Ignore the way a grunt sounds in your ear, a pale and cleft palm clinching your shoulder like an orifice — and finally, you realise, Leon had been right.
The zombie is quick to remind you of your mortality — it swings you to the side with it’s astounding asperity, frightens you with the dexterity of its bones as it makes quick work of the distance between you. It’s teeth stitch against cold bone, blood and meat between the gaps.
You gasp out a hoarse cry — your weapon is out of reach and your arm stings with a burn, a swelter. Your leg feels numb and you’re sure you’ve caught it on something, and you’re convinced you’ll be half mauled to death, when suddenly,
“Shit!”
Leon rattles through the zombie towering you, sears it with a knife — it falls atop you like meat and you shove it off with awfully numb hands. You’re barely catching respite as Leon hauls you above his shoulder as he runs to some place else, and the world quickly melts beneath your eyelids.
The next time you’re conscious, it’s much quieter.
There’s a dripping noise from your right — you try to play with that recurring sound till you’ve figured your bearings, but the throb in your head is searing. Your leg jumps with a pain so awful you choke a cry when you’re all opened eyed and slack jaw, and you catch sight of Leon in front of you, balancing your leg atop his lap for inspection.
“L-Leon?” you gasp, feel the burn of your throat. You’ve said nothing but he quickly hands you a water bottle, and you allow yourself the contents almost immediately — “Where are we…?”
“A few ways off the target location. Recuperating,” he answers, too quick, too harsh. You wince, both from his demeanour and the growing image of your maimed leg — the skin is dented with much blood, the flesh peeling apart with ease and the pain hits you like a train. His fingers are trembling and spat with your blood, moseying around the quiver of the wound.
And you can’t figure out where your pain ends and where his anger begins.
For one, there’s some grip to his movement, in the way he bandages the broken flesh of your leg. The way he swats your hand away when you go to dictate the amount of hurt it would bring.
Only then does he look up and your breath hitches — his eyes are red rimmed, mouth set like hard stone in a frown and his jaw sharp, blistering to a furious degree.
“I’m sorry—“
“Are you? Because you would’ve been dead without me having been there” he spits out, lashing against your apologetic words. You press your lips together, a bitter feeling fermenting in every space your framework can produce.
“I said I’m sorry Leon.”
“Will that fix your wound?” He grates and his voice sounds like a threat. It worries you. It angers you. Its rends you like glass, cuts you like a skiver.
“Maybe if you didn’t look at me like a fucking wounded animal, I would quit taking my chances at dying” you force out, tone through clattering teeth when his fingers pause over that delicate and awfully repulsive spot on your leg.
“What?”
“Oh, please don’t play pretend with me Leon,” it’s your turn to hit the brakes, “It’s that look you give me — like I’m some backwater D.S.O rookie here to drag you through glass. Like—Like I’m here to get myself killed.”
You pause, breath cut short with an unsatisfactory cry as you throw your head back from the gushing pain from the wound. You crack open a weary eye to spot his movements have resumed, but his jaw is quivering, jagged, his eyes unfocused and his hair in his face.
Shit, shit, shit — I’ve really done it now.
“Wait, Leon—“
“Is that what you think this is?”
You blink — his fingers are on the ground beside your hips, his eyes flooded with disbelief. Much like earlier, only this time, it’s counterpart being woe instead of anger of disappointment. He lifts his head, cradles the anguish in his eyes with a tattered sigh and you realise, oh. You had it all wrong.
“That you’re just some agent I don’t care about?” he’s close, somehow, “that—that I care for you out of duty?” closer, now, with his breath on your neck, on your face, in your ear, “That I don’t want you gone so soon because I only tolerate you? Not because—I like you?”
Your anger drops its futile act.
“What?” you whisper, because you’re so beguiled that it’s a trick. A trick from the pump of adrenaline in you, from the fear. The sweat. But he’s looking into you, at you, and his stare is not sympathetic. It stinks of love and admiration and truth and some close call of fear.
“I’m saying that I like you.”
There’s a few moments of clouded breath. You’ve never done this before — never held this song and dance of emotion between another and certainly not at a time like this, but god, Leon looks at you like you’re something to be worshipped, not admonished like the wounded thing that you are.
He looks at you like hope.
Like love and love and love.
And you’ve never appreciated the stench of rot on you or another, and you’ve never appreciated distractions. But the burn of his lips against yours is delicious and swirling with something addictive when you meet him with nothing but rigour — he kisses you back like he’s meant to, like he’s going to run out of you if he doesn’t.
And when you pull away, groaning as your leg spasms with hurt, you smile at him gently, curve a laugh from your overworked lungs.
“Buy me dinner first, Kennedy.”
“Kennedy?”
“Would you prefer Scott?”
“God, you’re awful.”
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“i wanna be the one you think about at night”
college au!abby anderson x hyper fem!reader
abby keeps seeing this cute girl all over campus, and when she goes to the first lecture in her new class she finally gets to talk to you!! ♡
warnings: none except for abby being whipped for 30 minutes straight
wc: 735
part one of two
an: my first fic on a new blog!! how exciting ♡ so sorry this is so bad, i’m a little nervous to write 😭 also this is alittle loser!abby oops! song is flaming hot cheetos by clairo!!
not proofread!
(basketball!abby created by the lovely @elsweetheart)
grunting, as she sets down her heavy backpack, she sees you standing in the doorway
you’re the mystery girl. her mystery girl.
you’re just walking into the class, anxiously searching for a familiar face when you lock eyes with her. you’d seen abby anderson before, i mean, she’s the captain of your university’s basketball team.
you quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone else you knew, but ultimately decided on taking a seat next to her.
“hi!” you quickly smile and wave, setting down your pink tote bag at the seat right next to hers.
“oh, um hey” she says, freaking out internally “you’re y/n right? i’m abby” she asks, smiling. “yeah, i am” you laugh “you play basketball here, right?” you question
“yeah- um i do. i’m the captain actually” she clears her throat. what. the hell. she knows me?!?? stay calm abby.
“cool! i’ve always wanted to see you guys play but just haven’t really gotten a chance” you admit, sheepishly, toying with the trim of your baby pink sweater
“i mean, we have a game tomorrow night… that’s if you want to come, of course” “really? i’d love to come!” you chirp
“if you’d want to go earlier i could- i could pick you up, like when i’m on my way… like you could watch us warm up and everything. it sounds boring so if you wouldn’t wanna-“ “yes! omg of course that sounds fun!” she freezes for a second, almost shocked at the fact that you’d even want to see her play
“really?” “yeah” you grin. she’s kind of cute you think to yourself
she stands there for a second, and then fumbles for her phone “can i have your number? so i could text you all the times and… stuff” “sure!” you pull out your phone, which has a baby blue case with little bunnies on it, “here” you take her phone, typing in your number and adding your name, with a little ‘♡’ after it
she hands you your phone back, with her contact now saved “so i’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?” “yeah!” you blush, and turn to take out your laptop
that whole afternoon, she stares at your contact in her phone, drafting about 101 texts she doesn’t dare send.
unbeknownst to her, you’re doing the exact same thing.
the next day your phone ‘dings’
abby: hey, is 4:30 alright? i have to get there earlier and stuff
you: yeah that’s perfect! :) this is my dorm btw
*1 attachment*
abby: i’ll see u then
you: see u!! ♡
a heart???? does that mean anything?? she thinks, mind racing.
you panic, checking the time. “ITS ALREADY NOON?? I NEED MORE TIME TO GET READY” you squeal, alerting your roommate, dina, who was in the middle of doing some homework
“oooo getting ready for who??” “you’ll never guess. not in a million years?” “who?!” ellie, dina’s girlfriend, asks sitting up from dina’s bed “um how long have you been here?” you ask the auburn haired girl, startled. “ummm too long. anyways who is it??” “abby anderson.” you say, quietly, almost in a whisper.
“abby… anderson?” she asks, brows furrowed. “yes… sorry els i know you hate her or whatever” you wince “hate is an understatement. did you know what she said to me in freshman gym??” “ellie, please” dina warns, clearly having heard this story plenty of times
“yeah fine” she shrugs, pulling the duvet back over her head.
“okay so where is she taking you??” dina asks, turning to face you. “well… to her game tonight. it’s not a date or anything!” you say, ignoring the brunettes eye roll “that’s very boring. anyways you should wear that new jean skirt you got last week” “i was thinking of wearing that! with what top though? the pink one? “that’s really flowy?” “yeah!” “and then the white sweater over it!”
“dina. you are literally my fairy godmother” she shrugs off your compliment, “i’m just that good” she brags.
you nervously sit on the edge of your bed in the shared dorm, as ellie and dina already made their way to some party
two sharp knocks on your door echo through the room and you quickly sit up and make your way over to the door, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and you turn the knob.
the door swings open, revealing the muscular blonde in front of you.
“wow.” she breaths out
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Hey!!!
Could you please do Luke x Goth!fem!reader where they are dating secretly, and Luke finds out she’s getting bullied for how she dresses he decides to confront the bullies and put them in their place 
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Luke Castellan x goth!Hades!reader
apologies for the awkward spacing, my laptop is going through some glitch 😭
angsty fluff
warnings: bullying, verbal abuse ig, a few swear words, Stacey is a cliche warning, mentions sexual themes
"You don’t like it, do you?”
He shook his head insistently. You laughed.
“No, I think it’s cool, I just don’t listen to this kind of stuff. It’s new to me.”
You and Luke were sat on your bed in Hades cabin, listening to a cassette you had snuck in this summer.
It was actually how your mum had bonded with Hades. She always told the story of how she had been walking home from a shift, listening to her favourite album on her Walkman, completely lost in the bass and cacophony of drums, unaware of her surroundings.
Too late she had noticed a drunk driver swerving towards her. And then a man had come out of the gloom, drawing her safely away by clutching her cassette tape and headphone wires. She’d been at a loss for words, and he’d simply walked away.
He’d met her the next night, returning her Walkman with praise for her music choice. And every night later he’d appear somewhere along their journey, and they’d converse about music and fall in love.
That very album was what you were listening to at the moment. And from the look in his face, it certainly wouldn’t be making its way onto Luke's playlist very soon.
“I know it’s loud, I get it,” you reassured, “I guess I just love the…. Passion.” You didn’t see while you were rambling, but the look Luke gave you then could only be described as adoring. He loved when you ranted like this. “These artists, they’re pouring their heart and soul into everything. Every word they scream, and string they play, they’re giving their best performance to do so. I find it so amazing.”
The sad thing was, not many people shared your view on that, which led to the predicament you were in.
Well, it wasn’t just the music. It was probably the way you dressed too.
Regardless of your explanations, people were always going to stare at your black shorts, choker and smoky eyes. They would always whisper ‘goth girl’ as if it was a swear word.
But you never thought they would be quite so mean. Come on, you were one of them, right?
Wrong, apparently.
"Hey, emo, anyone die lately, or just your style sense?"
This particular jab came from Stacey, an Aphrodite girl who just seemed to loathe you, and was your polar opposite with her glowy make up, tight camp tee and cropped shorts.
Usually you ignored them. Sure, some of their comments were mean, and sometimes you could hear them when you looked in the mirror, when you applied your mascara, when you lay in bed in the darkness. But today, you were done. You were so sick of Stacey sniping and sneering at you. You were going to bite back.
"I didn't realise dressing for men was considered style, but if so, then sure."
There was silence as she gasped at your comment, looking at her friends in shock and for support. She scowled then, and chewed her gum obnoxiously in what you guessed to be an excuse to think of a comeback.
"I'm sorry I get a reaction from men. Kinda sad that black and death doesn't turn anyone on, huh y/n? But I'm sure you don't care. Probably have some relationship with a dead body, right?"
There were muffled giggles as all the Aphrodite girls covered their mouths at her retort. She began to smirk at you as you blinked at her in shock, genuinely hurt.
"I don't get you, Stacey. Why would my style have anything to do with that? How do smoky eyes have anything to do with-with necrophilia or whatever you're suggesting? What the fuck?" You spat, and you walked away from her, hating that you had been defeated, that that stupid girl's words made your eyes feel heavy with tears.
Because to her, you'd always be weird. That one goth girl who always wore black no matter the occasion. Who barely got a first glance from boys.
It was then you wanted to scream to them how much you knew Luke cared about you. You wondered how much their opinions would change, if they knew camp's golden boy was sweet about you. But you never did, because you knew they wouldn't believe you, and so it led to tears and frustration, locking yourself inside your cabin and crying until your face was a runny, smudged mess.
You'd settled yourself against the wall for around half an hour, your hands in your hair as you bathed in misery and insecurity when you heard the first round of insistent knocks and urgent calling of your name. It was him.
Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you got to your feet and let him in, praying you looked better than you felt. His face fell as the door opened and he spotted your saddened features, so you guessed you didn't. Luke stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and immediately brushing the tears from your face with his thumbs, his eyes sad.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he drew you into a hug.
"It was just some-some girls, don't worry, they always do it, I'm just-y'know, being dramatic," you let out a broken laugh into his shoulder and more tears fell, "I guess I should expect it."
"No you shouldn't. They shouldn't torment you regularly just because you dress different to them." He pulled away, his eyes furious now, the cocoa centres dangerously dark, "What the hell is wrong with them?! Tell me their names, y/n, their names."
"No, it's fine, you-you don't need to talk to them, it's-"
"Well, I'm going to either way, so you can tell me, or I'll just find it out."
"I-I-" you stuttered, your body shuddering as a wave of tears swept through you once again, "it was that group of Aphrodite girls, with like Stacey and-"
You buried yourself in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, fingers brushing gently through your hair. "You know you're so much better than them, right?" he murmured warmly, "you're smarter, you're prettier-"
"No, I'm not-"
"Yes, you are, and you should know it, because you are, y/n. You're worth a million of them." Luke's words were firm, and the way he looked at you then, resolute and as if he believed his phrase with every particle of his being made you soften. Made you almost believe him.
"I'm gonna come back with some soda, and we can chill out and listen to your tape, yeah? How's that sound?"
"Amazing," you said, with a watery smile.
"Great, well I'll go now, so I can be back soon," and he sent you a faint-inducing grin as he inched out of your arms that made you lose track of a few sentences.
"Luke," you protested, when you finally got your tongue under control, "no, you-you don't have to this, right? You realise you don't have to do this? It's ok, it's-"
"Yeah, of course," he responded calmly, that same grin on his face as he reached for the door, "I don't know where you think I'm going. I'm just off to get some soda."
And do some other things along the way.
He stormed over to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking rapidly before throwing the door open. Stacey was there, sat on the bed humming a pop song and fixing her hair in her hand mirror, frozen in place as she watched him barge in and shut the door. Her surprise smoothly transitioned into seduction, as was typical with a lot of Aphrodite girls.
"Someone wanted to see me," she cooed, sending him a flirty smile.
Oh yes he did indeed.
"So, I heard about some things with you and y/n,"
"Oh, yeah, that," Stacey waved the words away as if they were a pesky fly, resting on her elbows as she looked up at him with doe eyes, "she looked like a horror movie, Luke. Like, you know how much I care about the kids! They might get scared."
"Yeah, yeah sure, Stacey, I'm sure those were your intentions."
She frowned at that, her glossy lips and thin brows crinkled.
"Why are you even standing up for her anyway? It's not like she's nice, and she's so weird, like she's probably not even straight, like I've heard she has relationships with bats and graves and shit."
"And where did you hear that, Stacey?" He asked coldly, anger rising through him.
She quickly noted the negative emotions surfacing in his tone, and cocked her head. "I don't know, like just around the place. Look, I don't know why you care about this so much? I doubt she has a soul."
"Oh, she does, Stacey. And her soul is much more beautiful and amazing than yours will ever be," he sucked a breath in, trying to restrain his utter rage, "and I want you to never talk to my girlfriend like that again."
"Y-your-your girlfriend?" She spluttered, absolutely shell-shocked.
"Yeah, my girlfriend."
"But-what-?"
"She's the best girl at camp, so I don't know why you say all that stupid stuff about her. Anyway, I need to go now, Stacey, but I think you got the message, yeah?"
She nodded dumbly, her eyes still wide, and Luke smirked as he left the suffocatingly rose-smelling cabin and went into the open air.
With that done, he needed two ice-cold cans of soda.
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syn ' a-z safe for work for enhypen's jake
pairing ' bf!jake x gn!reader
very much clearly he's my bias >.>
a ⋆ affection - how affectionate are they?
guys
guys guys guys
he is so affectionate
words cannot even explain it
he is so physical
and he is so verbal
always tells you how much he loves you
and he will always tell you how much he loves you
it's nothing new
he loves showing you and telling you how much he cares and loves you
b ⋆ bonding - how often do they bond with you?
always
even when he's away
he's always bonding with you
it's just who he is
building connections with you 24/7
c ⋆ communication - do they keep in touch with you when they're away?
yes of course
he always texts you
always calls you
texts you good morning
and goodnight
and promises he'll be back soon
and he definitely is back soon
d ⋆ dates - how often do they set up a date for you two?
honestly not all the time
when he has time for you
he would much rather prefer it at home
and in an intimate setting
he loves being cuddled up with you
i can't even tbh
e ⋆ essential - what is the thing that is important to them?
obviously layla
and you
and his family
god he values those around him so much
he will do anything for them
even though he gets annoyed or mad sometimes
nothing will change how much he cares about the people in his life
his heart is big okay he has a BIG HEART 😭
f ⋆ friends - how did the friendship start?
honestly i can see you guys as school friends
like you guys some of the same classes
but in one specific class you guys are seated next to each other
and you guys get super close because you're forced to do projects together and stuff
and from there you guys just started talking about other people in school and eventually talking about your own drama
and the friendship blossomed from so much innocence
so sweet ugh
he's that best friend every high schooler wants bro
g ⋆ gross - what is the thing he hates in your relationship?
he hates when you guys are ignoring each other
he's one to talk things out but when he's super upset he likes to distance himself
but he hates that
he hates not being able to talk to you about something when you guys are arguing
and especially when you guys were just friends
whenever you would beef he would be so sad
because he always had so much to tell you :c
h ⋆ hugs - do they like hugs? how do they feel?
he loves them omg?
his hugs are so big and comforting
the way his arms wrap around your torso
the way he nuzzles his head into the crook of your shoulder?
it's just so comforting and sweet
you can never get enough
always kisses you when you guys hug too
even if it's just a kiss on the top of the head
or a real kiss
okay anyways
i ⋆ intercourse - how are they during intercourse?
i think jake knows what he's doing
like when it comes to the actual
thing
but when it comes to foreplay
he's a little confused ???
he's good with his mouth too
but that's for another time >>>
j ⋆ jealousy - how jealous do they get?
he's so jealous
he holds you closer
kisses you longer
literally side-eyes anyone who glances at you
but he's not too crazy
he sulks about it sometimes
it's so cute LMFAO
k ⋆ kiss - how good are they at kissing?
like i said
he's good with his mouth
so obviously
he's good at kissing
l ⋆ love - how do they show their love to you?
physical touch
and quality time
you have no idea how much this boy
loves spending time with you
it's definitely one of his love languages
he will give anything up just to have time with you
m ⋆ mad - how often do you argue?
not often to be honest
he doesn't like arguing with you
but when you guys do argue
its usually quickly resolved
but there are those few times where it goes on
and turns into silent treatment
n ⋆ naughty - how do they deal with you annoying them?
he just does
he thinks you're cute
too cute to get annoyed with
plus he's annoying too
he's very clingy
o ⋆ open - how often do they open up to you?
he's so open with you
you are literally his best friend
so obviously he is always spilling tea with you
and telling you all his problems
you're his rock
p ⋆ pet names - how are they with pet names?
prince(ss), babe, baby, sweetie, love
big on baby, prince(ss), and love though
he loves using those on you
and when you call him pretty & baby
it makes his knees buckle
q ⋆ quiet - silent treatment?
sometimes he does give it to you
and sometimes you give it to him
but it makes him so sad
like he will really cry about this
he hates it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
r ⋆ ramble - how often do they talk about you to others?
not often to be honest
he just talks about your dates and stuff
but he doesn't brag
he's not a bragger
except for that one time you-
s ⋆ soft - how soft are they to you?
oh he's so soft
he's the softest bro
literally golden retriever energy
t ⋆ think - what reminds them of you?
music
music will always trigger
memories for him
memories he has with you
makes him miss you so so so much
u ⋆ unhappy - what makes them break if you break up with them?
i think like i said the memories he has with you
every good and happy moment is shared with you
and the fact you were able to bond with layla too?
the way that would break him
cus layla would whine whenever she had a whiff of your perfume /cologne
the way it lingers in his house :c
v ⋆ vacation - how are they with long distance relationships?
he’s not the best
but he’s not the worst
i think he is really good at maintaining that connection with you
he’s a great texter when it comes to you
w ⋆ wholesome - the sweetest thing they ever did to you?
when he didn’t tell you he was coming home from tour a whole day early
and surprised you at home after your shift
with your favorite food
your favorite snacks/candy
just the sweetest boy
and he brought layla over 😟
x ⋆ extra headcanon
jake was very scared you wouldn’t like layla
or layla wouldn’t like you
but when he saw layla immediately get attached to you
he basically was ready to commit to you
literally get down on one knee and marry you bro
y ⋆ young and beautiful - (how long does it last?)
i feel like a lot of his relationships tend to be short lived
but some are also really long
i think once he matures and grows up he starts to be more into the long term relationships
z ⋆ zzz - how do they sleep with you?
he loves having you on his chest
or he loves being the little spoon
he feels so safe in your arms
he falls asleep almost immediately with you
kisses you goodnight always
and while he’s nuzzled up in your neck leaves the softest kisses all over
and whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you are he falls asleep :(
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Youre one of my fav f1 writers on here and I would really love it if you could do a instagram au with a Brazilian model reader x Max!!! Its like their relationship is known and stuff and it’s just a bunch of fluff
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Lissie note… Hi, thank you so much for the kind words. You’re too sweet! I actually really like this prompt, as I have a specific model in mind. Thank you for this!
Things to note:
Fc: Adriana Lima
Reader and Max have been dating for a few years
Reader is a world-renowned supermodel
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Brazilian model!Reader
Warnings: Nothing but some cursing
Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysalleyway
Playlist recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏
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yourusername Fun fun fun! Loved this walk💙🦋
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charlottesiine Gorgeous❤️
francisca.cgomes Lindaaaa💙💙💙
user1 Okay but how is anyone THIS pretty
user2 EXACTLY😩😩
user3 STOPPP THIS IS THE BEST WALK YETTT😩
user4 Literally
user5 Okay but any F1 fans here to say that Max is extremely lucky👀
user6 Fr. I would do anything to be him ughhh
user7 He stole her from me
user8 @ user7 us*
user9 Why Max and not me😔
user10 MOTHER😫
user11 She’s so amazing like istg
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maxverstappen1 Lovely win here in Miami!
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yourusername Amazing❤️
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user1 He wins in Miami, he wins the girlfriend lottery
user2 She’s so supportive too like where’s my gf?
user1 @ user2 Fr
user3 Hopefully he wins the championship🙏
user4 Okay but he will def win the next few races
user5 Yes. I just KNOW it will be like last year
user4 @ user5 I hope
user6 I’m so jealous of him. He keeps winning and he has the best gf ever like wtaf
user7 Exactly😭😭😭
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maxverstappen1 ❤️
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
charlottesiine Never fail to impress❤️
yourusername Ah stoppp❤️
francisca.cgomes Linda girlll🔥
yourusername No you🔥
user1 Once again, mother worked the scene😩
user2 Nobody will ever be able to replace her
user3 Max is literally the luckiest man alive rn
user4 The way I NEED her so much
user5 She wants me so bad.
user6 @ user5 Say that to Max🤡
user7 She served breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND MIDNIGHT SNACKKK
user8 Mother will always be mothering like this
user9 Anyways, I’m manifesting my wedding day with her.
user10 Relatable
user11 I love that she’s happy with Max, but I can make her happier fr
user12 Delulu is the solulu
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maxverstappen1 Gorgeous❤️
yourusername Handsome❤️
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landonorris Life lately but there’s no pic of your raging sim racing moments… okay👀
maxverstappen1 Shut up
user1 They are literally MADE for each other.
user2 If they don’t last, how could anyone ever???
user3 Okay but how did they even meet
user4 You must be a new fan if you don’t know
user3 @ user4 and so what if I am? I just want to know
user5 They met at a gala in Brazil where she presented him an award. It’s like a few years ago or something.
user3 @ user5 Ohhh ty. That’s really cute though🥰
user6 They are the definition of a perfect couple
user7 I need them to get married ugh
user8 Manifesting they stay together forever😩❤️
user9 I love them together sm
user10 She is literally my fav wag EVER
user11 Her>>>>
user12 Her and Kika fr
user13 I love her paddock fits too. I hope they post some soon
user14 They prob will
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yourusername Fun little outtakes from today’s shoot!
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francisca.cgomes Should’ve kept these in because you are GORGEOUS🔥
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charlottesiine Such a beauty
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user1 Mother will never stop being an icon
user2 She is literally TIMELESS
user3 I’m literally so in love with her wtaf
user4 She’s mine, so Max can back off now🥰
user5 Ummm I think you mean mine.
user6 You guys are completely wrong, she’s literally mine
user7 She belongs to NO ONE😩 She’s a national treasure
user8 How can someone literally be this gorgeous and say that these are outtakes???
user9 I literally do not get it
user10 She’s so ughhh❤️😩
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maxverstappen1 Surprisingly good at tennis🎾
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yourusername I don’t know how this works, but I should totally go to Wimbledon
maxverstappen1 If that ever happens, I will be there.
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
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user1 Can we just appreciate the amount of support that they show each other
user2 Power couple🔥🔥🔥
user3 Model and soon-to-be world champion in tennis🫶
user4 Mimicking Max
user5 It would actually be so cute if she became a world champion and they’d both be world champions😭❤️
user6 @ user5 I mean, she is technically world champion in the model world. Literally one of the most popular models in the world sooo
user5 @ user6 which is why they’re already so cute together
user7 Ugh I’m so jealous😭 I want what they have SO BAD
user8 No bc same
user9 I don’t know if I’d rather be max or her
user10 ikr? They’re both just 😫😫😫
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wagsf1 Max hugging @ yourusername after winning this weekend🤍
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user1 Literally so fucking cute AHHHH
user2 He’s so lucky
user3 They look so cute together😭😭😭
user4 all-time fav wag tbh
user5 Him at her shows too>>>
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yourusername Little break from reality❤️
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charlottesiine 🤍
yourusername 💕
user1 AHHHH OMG😭 They’re so cute
user2 I bet she drives better than Max on the road lol
user3 lmaoo yes
user4 So pretty in the 3rd pic😩
user5 Why is Max this lucky like wtaf
user6 Wtaf I’m sitting in my bedroom with a shitty romcom and they’re out here actually enjoying life😭
user7 Lmfao relatable
user8 I second that
user9 I’m so in love with them
user10 They’re textbook perfect. I swear.
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maxverstappen1 Appreciation post for my love, @ yourusername
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user1 He really won the lottery like actually
user2 They are THE couple of the century.
user3 She’s literally gorgeous ugh😩
user4 Does anyone know how many years they’ve been dating?
user5 I think it’s like 4 years? Give or take a year??
user6 Yeah it is
user7 Fav couple on the grid
user8 Agreed. I LOVE THEM.
user9 Anyways so when’s the wedding?
user10 Literally
user11 Weddings aren’t EVERYTHING
user9 I’m just rooting for them that’s all smh
user12 They will grow old together. I’m manifesting it.
𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!
𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 ��𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)
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Hii!! This is my first time ever requesting 😭 but i was wondering if you could do something with earth42 miles and the reader both being the prowler?!! Love the work btw😻
MILES 42 X PARTNER!READER
A/N: Heyyyy I love this idea and thank your for requesting of course I can <3
WARNING: I don't speak Spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!
GUYS I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM AN ANON TO TRY THIS NEW WEBSITE SPANISHDICT SO I WILL BE TESTING THIS OUT BUT IM STILL OPEN TO TRANSLATORS!!
BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, JUST ROMANTICS, AND ANGST, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY
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BACKSTORY:
You and Miles have been best friends since babies, given both of your parents were good friends.
As yall grew older yall started dating
When his dad died it crushed you almost just as much as it crushed him.
Miles didn't even show up to the funeral. He was in denial that his father was actually gone.
As time passed he would start canceling hangouts and dates because he had to take care of some "business" with his uncle.
He kept doing it so much to the point where you were fed up and took it into your own hands to find out what was going on.
So when school was out you followed him to his destination. Which looked like his garage?...
You ended up finding out this whole time that Miles and his uncle were in this whole "Prowler" scheme together and Miles was instructed to do all these dangerous murders missions by himself.
So you went up to his room and waited for him to come, so you could obviously confront him about it.
And there he is. Jumping through the window. So casually that you know he does it all the time.
" Hi., Miles"
He jumps startled at your unexpected appearance.
"¡Maldita mamá no me asustes así! ¡Y qué estás haciendo aquí!"
"Care to explain why you're jumping through your own window at 3am?" You question already knowing the answer just trying to see what he's gonna come up with.
He gives you that look knowing that you know what he's been up to.
"Bebé, escúchame yo-."
"YOU'RE THE PROWLER? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHIT? THE FUCK KINDA BOYFRIEND ARE YOU MILES?" You are now angry, rage immediately taking over you.
"I did it to protect you, this is a dangerous job and I can't have you involved in this. No puedo perderte como lo perdí ma." He states in an almost whispering tone looking down at you.
"But that's the issue. I CAN help you, Miles, you can't keep doing this alone, just let me help you, por favor eres mi corazón y quiero ayudar! You plead to him. Your throat choking back sobs. Tears falling down your face.
He quickly opens his arms wide to trap you in a bear hug.
"Ok ok mami. Deja de llorar está bien. Puedes ayudarme shh está bien
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NOW TIME FOR THE ACTUAL HEADCANNONS:
• Even though you guys technically are partners now, he'll make you stay behind on certain missions depending on how dangerous they are. He'll be damned if he lets you get seriously injured.
• He's always patching you up and taking care of you every time you get hurt
"Oww Miles! That one hurt worse than the others"
He chuckles at your pouting
"Lo siento mami tienes una más solo sé una buena chica y respira estarás bien"
• He definitely designs your costume for you, out of your favorite colors and a heart symbol, which represents his love for you (awhhhhh ^-^)
• Kisses before you leave for missions because its a way of saying "I love you"
• If Aaron tries to make you go on a mission and makes Miles stay back he gets angry and flips out, and definitely doesn't do it
"¿Qué quieres decir? ¡Joder, no! ¡Ella no puede estar jodidamente sola, no! ¡No me importa!"
• In conclusion, yall are a great duo!
#earth 42 miles#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales#miles x reader#miles g#prowler miles#across the spiderverse#m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★
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King of my heart | ms47 | part 02
Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher
Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!
summary: Y/n and Mick interactions are now being noticed by everyone and some people are ready to share all the details with the internet.
a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛
part. 01 | series masterlist | part 03
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theofficialyn We worked day and night to create the confiest and safest boots without losing its fashion sense. I am really proud to announce that we are launching one more colletion 🤎 I am still testing all the possibilities and designs to deliver only the best, but soon enought these babies and the rest of our collection will be at the stores ready to create good memories along with you guys 🤍 ynthebrand is really grateful for all the love! Check our website and account for more infos.
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sunshineyn OMG THESE ARE FANTASTIC, YN, YOU KEEP OUTDOING YOURSELF!!!!
lewishamilton I keep waiting for you to design man shoes, would most def wear them all the time
disneyf1mick I see a certain golden retriever pilot lurking around the likes 👄
user00 I just find really funny how she’s outed as Lewis sister and suddently theres a new collection being launched…
⤷ carloscars omg yall like to theorize everything, get a grip!
⤷ ynpoptart she’s been talking about this launch for months now, the date was already set, the Lewis incident have nothing to do with it. That’s why she did not want people to know he is her brother, because there are some shitty people like you that will try to dimish her hard work. Honestly, I feel sorry for your fan base, must be a toxic environment.
ynfantastic what about the heels she was wearing last pic? 😫
⤷ sunshine198 I think she’s launching it next, or maybe it was just a test?
⤷ theofficialyn they are on this collection, love! will launch it soon 🤍
⤷ ynfantastic OMG SHE ACTUALLY ANSWERED, HEY QUEEN ILYSM
user10 would never use them, they look kinda ugly and unsafe as well.
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mickschumacher Good that everyone got the “crossed arms” memo @mercedesamgf1
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schumachereign He looks waaaay too handsome ugh
⤷ f1racing2 toto, mick or the other guy?
⤷ schumachereign honestly, all of them lol
theofficialyn the energy is immaculate
⤷ ynnyc mother???? what are you doing here?
⤷ charlessainz2 god forbid but I already pictured her and mick dating, where are my fic writes at ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾
georgerussell63 you guys rock! 🖤
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theofficialyn Going through a list of vegan places 💚😋
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mickschumacher 🐟🐟🐟
⤷ theofficialyn HAHAHAHA I HATE YOU!
⤷ f1fantastic your honor, they're in love.
⤷ potteryn they have their inside jokes already. It's their world, we’re just living in it
fan2 You look stunning 😭😭😭
lewishamilton The only reason I forgive you for not going with me is because you’re bringing it home as well 🤨
⤷ theofficialyn You’re the one who told me you did not wanna come!!!
⤷ abcdyn I wonder who she could be going with 😗
charles_leclerc I am counting on a bag of vegan donuts at my desk again this weekend to give me luck…just saying 🚶🏻
⤷ pierregasly he’s actually begging, yn
ynautumn how does it feel to be this pretty?
estebanocon 😍😍
⤷ charleslechair OMG WHAT IS THAT?? *nicki minaj voices*
⤷ norrisfav I thought Pierre was into this steal-your-girl thing not you, Esteban
ynandf1 the whole grid loves her and it shows
swiftieyln Im so happy seeing yn after she was outed as lewis sister, she looks less afraid to be herself, and she’s been feeding us sm I can only say thank you to the holy trinity
sainzsaint charles, pierre and esteban are here too, now y'all gonna say they're dating her as well?
⤷ estiebestie98 yes.
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🧷 so for my first genuine post on this acc I decided I’d do my skz ‘biases’ (why r they called that?) for a lil thing :)
read pt. 2 here!
📁 you’re doing your guy’s favorite thing together and it starts to get a lil frisky <3 (it’s dif for each member, like Felix would be baking, hyunjin would be drawing/painting, etc etc)
🎐 suggestive talk/descriptions ;; mostly cute fluff (except for Changbins + Jisungs I got carried away 😭) ;; fem reader! (fem terms, she/her pronouns are used) ;; reader draws and does art in Hyunjin’s 👍 (totally not self indulgent on my part definitely not what are you talking about) ;;
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bang chan ;;
chan’s giggles make you smile while he does Chan’s Room. must be some funny comments, Stay being silly or asking embarrassing questions.
Chan had invited you to join his VLive, and you happily agreed, putting on a comfortable hoodie you had, that just so happened to be a hoodie that he got you. Stay was surprised when they’d realized Chan was dating you- you weren’t an idol (at least not professionally, Chan saw you as his own personal idol <3) and you’d never really been in anything big. But Chan loved you nonetheless.
Stay began flooding the comments when he’d introduced you
CHAN OMG WHEN DID YOU GET A GF
I thought I was ur gf 🥺
wow she’s pretty
That particular last comment had you blush a bit, surprising you that someone would say that. Chan just giggled again. “Yep, that’s my y/n. She may not be famous but you guys will totally see more of her, I swear.” He looks at you for confirmation after saying that, to which you nod your head, and he smiles in return.
After a while of him playing songs at Stays request (and some random time when Han comes in to bug him about stuff, being silly) you get bored. And so, you get an idea.
You move to sit on Chan’s lap, making it seem innocent enough, just trying to be close to your boyfriend, but you have other plans. Situating yourself nearly right on his crotch, you squirm, making it seem like you’re getting comfortable.
Chan takes notice fast, his cheeks and ears heating up. He doesn’t say anything, just looking for whatever song Stay recommends, but you know it’s all an act. Chan can never resist you, but he has to stay strong for a little longer.
After a particularly aggressive wiggle of your hips 10 minutes later, Chan picks you up and sits you on his couch, smirking, then looks to the camera. “Well, that’s it for today guys, I’m gonna go. I hope you had fun!” He gets up. “Alright, big hug.”
He does his usual hug, and says goodbye to Stays with a little peace sign, then turns off the livestream. He turns to you in his swivel chair, grinning. “Baby, you’re in for it.”
You can’t help but simultaneously giggle and whimper as he climbs on top of you.
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seo changbin ;;
Workouts between you and Changbin were fun, though exhausting. You weren’t as used to it as Bin was, and though you enjoyed it, you always ended up sore.
He knew this, and always made sure he could help you, whether that be by helping you lift your weights, build up your stamina by jogging alongside you and letting you know when it’s ok to take breaks.
Though, you decided to take your break while he was doing reps, pushing the weighted bar up and down where he laid. Getting bored, you decide to go sit on his lap. Nothing new for you, he’s used to you sitting on his lap while he does his reps, so all he does is give you a small smile, before continuing.
With a small shift of your hips, you catch him off guard by swiveling them to get comfortable, right on his crotch. His thick arms stutter for a second, almost going unnoticed by you, but he continues his reps, seeming distracted. You smirk, and shift around more, now knowing what you’re doing but playing it off as trying to get comfortable.
He sighs, before putting the bar on its holders and sitting up. “Baby, what do you think you’re doing?”
You shrug. “I dunno, just getting comfortable.” You grin, trying to make it seem like you have no clue what you’re doing.
He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, really?” He brings his hands down to your ass, squeezing it. “C’mon, since you’re just so desperate, let’s go home.”
You get off of him, giggling, and you walk out of the gym to your car. You don’t make it all the way home due to one of his hands gripping the inside of your thighs.
..
hwang hyunjin ;;
“Honey, wanna draw with me?” You look at your boyfriend, waiting for his response.
His response was nothing less than enthusiastic. He thoroughly enjoyed doing art with you, drawing, painting, pottery, anything. He smiles, and walks over to you.
“Of course I do, baby.” He sits down on the bed from where he was working on his own painting. He’s almost always willing to drop a small project to help you or do things with you. “So, what are you drawing?”
You smile, and turn back to your sketchbook. “I’m trying to get better at anatomy, so I’m working on drawing women in different poses.”
He nods in acknowledgement, and looks at the detailed drawings. “You’re really good, honey.”
You giggle. “Not as good as you, Jinnie.” He grins, kissing your temple. “You flatter me, princess.”
“Can I sit on your lap while I draw, Jinnie?” He nods, smiling happily, and gets comfy so he pulls you into his lap. You grab your pencil and start sketching more, making sure to draw the lines and anatomy right.
You hear Hyunjin sigh behind you, and one of his hands moves to your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. After a bit more time passes, you feel his plush lips press to the nape of your neck, and his thumbs rubbing little circles into your hips. You sigh out contentedly, leaning back into him, and this gives him the incentive to press deeper kisses into your neck, gently nibbling, making you whimper.
He brings his lips to your ear, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “I think you should put those pretty hands somewhere else, princess.”
..
han jisung ;;
Jisung decided to take the day to work on a project, since he had a song idea berating the forefront of his brain and he just had to get it out.
You decided to join him, keep him company while he works, putting beautiful vocals and his own raps into the song, composing pretty tracks and music. You’re always in awe at how he works, and it makes you giggle when he finishes singing a particularly high note or a hefty rap verse and looks over to see you with a loving gaze in your eyes, causing a pretty shade of pink to dust his cute cheeks.
Jisung loved you for being next to him, with him, on top of him, underneath him, any position really. And with the way you were sat comfortably on his lap while he put the vocals and music together on the computer, he felt so comfortable in your presence.
You lean your head back against his shoulder, and you turn your head to kiss the base of his throat. “How’s the song coming along, Sungie?” You hadn’t been paying attention, half asleep with your eyes closed, comfortable and sleepy in his warm embrace with the light tapping and clicking of his keyboard and mouse.
Jisung smiles. “It’s going well, baby.” Looking down at your sleepy figure, he placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, the loose jacket you had on slipping down your arm, the thin strap of your tank top slipping with it. “What about you? You seem tired.” He chuckles.
You shift yourself around, spreading your thighs across his lap as you face him, smiling sleepily. “I am just fine, Sungie. But I could be better..” You slip your hand slowly down his abdomen, to his crotch, pressing down. “I could be fuller.”
Jisung blushes, but then grins, holding your hips. “Oh?”
You nod, biting your lip, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Need your cock, Sungie..”
With that, he’s picking you up and placing you on the couch, looming over you. “Your wish is my command, baby.”
..
lee felix ;;
Felix was in the kitchen working on making a batch of brownies, when you walk in, still a little drowsy from your nap.
He smiled at you when you walked into the kitchen, and put the bowl of batter he was stirring down. “Hey, sweetheart. You sleep good?” He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your own around his waist.
“I’m alright, Lixie..” You snuggled your face into his chest, him rocking back and forth gently. Felix presses a light kiss to your head, smiling.
“Well, I’m making some brownies, wanna help me?”
You looked up at him, and the sleepiness in your eyes made him smile. You nodded, and he lets go, holding your hand and walking with you to the bowl of batter. You rolled up your hoodie sleeves, and rubbed your eyes.
“You okay, sweetie?” He looked over at you, an expression that was a mix of concern and amusement on his freckled face.
You nodded, smiling and kissing Felix’s cheek. “Yeah, I’m okay, Lixie. But let’s get back to your brownies!”
He smiled, and started stirring the batter with you.
It’s all happy and dandy til you said you were tired, using that as an excuse to come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his back. He didn’t have a clue as to your true intentions, only nodding and continuing to stir, so naturally, he was caught of guard when you run your hands down his abdomen to his crotch.
Felix let out a small gasp, and whined as you rubbed your hand up and down, which made you grin.
“Baby-“ he whimpered out, “we- mh- we should go into the bedroom if you want to do this.”
You smirked, his normally deeper voice a bit in the higher range as he whimpered.
“Well, let’s go then.” You grinned as he blushed, your hands leaving the now more prominent bulge in his sweats. You grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the batter to your shared bedroom. When he walked in, you lightly pushed him onto the bed, and you lock the door behind you, a small smirk on your face as you see him get more squirmy.
“C’mon honey, no more teasing.”
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ty to whoever read this, and I hope you enjoyed my little drabble lol
feel free to reblog, just make sure to credit me!
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