I Feel Like Literally No One Watched The Show????

Bang Chan // Better or Worse

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

WARNINGS: Swearing, explicit smut (very vanilla), unprotected sex, heaps of angst, fluff, pregnancy, marriage

DESCRIPTION: Requested by a lovely anon

PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Bang Chan

[18:06] I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me.

He’d done it again.

This was the fourth time this week, and the fifteenth time this month.

Your arm dropped to your side as you looked over the lavish dinner you’d prepared for him, the candles and flowers in the center of the table that you’d gone out of your way to buy for tonight. Steak had always been his favourite, but now it was just another dinner you’d have to throw away. A hopeless gesture of love that he’d never see… just like all the others.

Holding your head in your hands, you sat down at the table, wondering once again how things had gotten this bad. Chan had always thrown himself into his work, and you’d known that when you married him. It was part of what made you fall in love with him. His passion for his music, his dedication to his craft. It was all part of what made him, him. Despite his busy schedule, he’d always been attentive, making sure you knew that you were his first and only priority. He was loving, and so passionate it made your head spin. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

So you found yourself wondering where the man you’d married had gone.

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Gentle Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Intro | Part 6 (End)

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Pairing: Werewolf!Johnny X female reader

Warnings: horror, violence, blood and gore, mentions of scars and bruises, angst, supernatural powers, death, profanity, smut (fingering, penetration, breast fondling, dry humping), manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes.

Word count: 12.1K

(A/n: wow wow wowwww this is it you guys! I hope you enjoy the last installment of this fic 🥺 it’s my personal favorite fic that I’ve written so I’m kinda sad to finish it, but thank you all for your continuous support that keeps me going, it’s almost been a year!! Wow! Pls read until the very enddd❤️)

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Yuta was ruthless. He never gave you time to breathe once he attacked you. He’d grab your wrist and kick your chest, sending you into the rough cement in his backyard.

“Do you like being best friends with the floor. Get up and fight. If you can’t take a hit from me, a human, how on Earth do you think you’ll survive a werewolf’s attack?” Yuta looked up at the bright sun while you panted on all fours.

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Three Little Words - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: hi hello i'm back with whatever the hell this is. if i've said this once i've said it a thousand times but i don't really like this i just feel like i should probably post it bc i haven't posted anything in a couple days and if i don't post i'll lose motivation so :') here you go. enjoy.

Summary: There's three things in life that Adrian Chase is really, really fucking good at: crime fighting, D&D and running away from his feelings.

Warnings: afab!reader (i tried to keep it as GN as possible though), SMUT, language, unprotected piv sex, cockwarming

Word Count: 5.6k

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Adrian wasn't sure when it happened, or how he had allowed it to happen. At first he thought he was seriously ill. He assumed the butterflies in his stomach when you were around (not to mention the ache in his heart when you weren't) was a sign of a serious, underlying health condition.

It scared him, and he spent weeks trying to figure out what was going on with his body and his mind and his heart, ignoring any and all internet articles that told him what he most definitely didn't want to hear.

He wasn't in love, that he was sure of.

....Or was he? No! He was ill. He had to be. There was no other explanation for the strange things he had been feeling.

Chris, however, thought otherwise.

"I think I might have a heart condition or something." Adrian told Chris, both of them sat on the couch in Chris' trailer. He had seen you earlier in the day (though he was certain that you hadn't seen him), and everything he had been feeling came crashing down on him all at once from just the short glimpse he had managed to catch of you. The butterflies, the tingles, the aches, the urge to just run over to you and pull you into his arms to let everyone know that you were his and he was yours. Of course that didn't happen, and instead he ended up on his best friend's doorstep, seeking whatever comfort Chris would offer.

"Dude, why would you have a heart condition?" Chris asked, bringing the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig.

Adrian shrugged, "I don't know man, but there's something seriously wrong with me."

Chris scoffed at this. He couldn't help himself. After everything Adrian had just told him, it was obvious what was troubling him, and Chris had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on, he was just refusing to admit it. Ever the expert at ignoring and running away from his feelings. "Yeah, there's something seriously wrong with you, alright..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Adrian sighed, "See? I knew it. I knew you'd notice too! I'm paler than usual and my heart keeps doing this weird thing where it feels like it's gonna jump right out of my chest. I think I have a serious condition. I should probably see a doctor. I'm seriously ill."

"Dude. You're not seriously ill."

"....I'm not?"

"No. But what you are is seriously fucking stupid." Chris got up, throwing his empty bottle into the bin as he made his way over to the fridge. "You're in love, asshole."

He almost crashed the Vigilante-mobile three times that night.

Honestly, it was a miracle that he had made it home without being pulled over (or dying, actually). His mind was racing with thoughts of you and love and how he could have possibly allowed it to happen. He had no interest in paying attention to the road.

Instead, he thought about the night he met you.

It was late, and you were alone in the bar, knocking back beer after beer like your life depended on it. Adrian had no idea why you were there, and he didn't care to ask. He just bought himself a beer, sat down next to you and the two of you fell into easy conversation.

You kept smiling at him and laughing at his shitty jokes and laughing at the serious things he said that he would never admit were serious because he never wanted to see your smile leave your lips. It made him forget about the shitty day he'd had. Made him forget about Chris' dad and the butterfly mission and everything else that had been troubling him.

An hour later, you were resting your head on his shoulder, slurring out, "Hey.... Do you-... Do you wanna come home with me? You're really pretty and i think you'd look really nice in my apartment."

He agreed. Of course he agreed, and by the time both of you left the bar he was just as drunk as you (it didn't take long for him to catch up to you after the day he'd had).

When you were around halfway back to your apartment, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you stumbled through the streets, you learned each other's names. In the elevator of your apartment building, after you hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body close to yours, he found out what your lips tasted like.

You didn't have sex that night.

Instead, you stumbled into your apartment, attached at the lips with your hands in his hair and his on your hips, and as soon as your back hit the bed you were out for the count. Adrian couldn't even find it in himself to be disappointed because you looked so fucking cute when you slept.

The two of you laughed about it the next morning as he fucked you before breakfast, lazy and slow, like you were lovers experiencing your only moment of peace together on a blissful Sunday morning. It hurt his heart when he left your apartment, but he left with your number and a request that he called you as soon as he had the chance because you liked him and you wanted to see him again.

So, he did just that.

In fact, he called you the next afternoon and within hours you were in his apartment. He left you alone in his room for a moment while he made you a cup of coffee, and when he came back he found you sat on the floor, a box in your hand.

"You play D&D?" You asked, glancing between Adrian and the boxed set in front of you.

Adrian wanted to crumple to the floor and die on the spot. "Yeah..." He grimaced before continuing, "It was a long time ago, though. I... I kinda don't play anymore."

"Oh. That's a shame. I've never played. I was hoping you could teach me." You shrugged, a pout on your lips.

It took every inch of willpower in his body for him to not get hard right there and then.

"O-oh? I mean... I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all, actually. In fact, I would love to teach you. I got bullied a lot in high school because I didn't hit puberty until my mid twenties and I spent almost all of my time in my parents' basement playing D&D with my brother and his weird friends.... But you didn't need to know that. And I should probably stop talking now and... just teach you how to play D&D." He smiled sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck, but you didn't laugh or bat an eyelid at his rambling. You just nodded and grinned at him.

He spent the next hour helping you create a character, and then the two of you spent the hours after that playing. He tried to be as animated as possible, using any and all voices and facial expressions to keep you entertained. You smiled and laughed along with him, but eventually the laughter died down and when he looked over to make sure everything was okay on your part he realised that you were staring at his lips. But it was okay, because he was staring at your lips, too.

He had the best sex of his life that night.

A few weeks passed before he found himself at your door again, dressed in his Vigilante suit, the mask pulled over his face and a wound to his side. He wasn't sure why he came to you first. You had no idea about his secret life as the crime fighting hero. Maybe it was because your place was closer, or maybe he just wanted to see you again, to fall asleep in your arms after the stressful night he'd had.

He banged his fist against your door a few times before leaning himself against the wall, his hand clutching his side, feeling the hot, sticky liquid coat his glove.

You looked so cute when you opened the door in your pyjamas, a look of fear and confusion on your features as you stared as the masked figure standing across from you with his back against the wall, a steak knife in your hand.

He couldn't help but be concerned, though. Your self defence skills clearly weren't up to scratch.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" You asked, holding the small knife up in front of you.

"Oh, now you're asking who I am? You're supposed to ask that before you answer the door. Seriously, (Y/N), I can't believe you even opened your door at 2 in the morning without asking who's there or even looking through the peephole. Sure, you had enough sense to bring a knife, but I have a bigger knife. And I have guns. Imagine if I was here to hurt you or kidnap you. You'd be done for. Your mind is the greatest weapon you have when it comes to self defence. You have to think tactically and on your feet, and this," He pointed at you, "is a piss poor effort. You really need to be more street smart. In fact, I'll teach you. We can start tomorrow. I'll get you-..."

You scoffed, lowering your knife, "Well I'm sorry for not being fully prepared for a bastard in a mask to turn up at my door this late at night."

"Apology accepted, I guess. But I still expect you to be more prepared in future. You never know who's creeping around these days."

"Dude, you're the one creeping around. Now I won't ask again. Who the fuck are you, and why are you here?" You knew that voice, the way he stood, the way he rambled on, the way he used his hands when he spoke.

"Well..." He started, "I'm here because I'm bleeding out, obviously. And I really don't wanna go to the hospital because... y'know, super heroic secret identity reasons. So I thought I'd just.. come to the nearest apartment and ask for help."

"But my apartment isn't the nearest. I live on the second floor."

Adrian breathed out a laugh, "Yeah, you're telling me. Did you know the elevator's broken? I had to walk up two flights of stairs to get to here."

"Dude, I live here, obviously I know the elevator's broken. I just-..." You sighed. Deep down, you knew the masked figure at your door was Adrian all along, you were just hoping you were wrong. "Adrian, I know it's you under there."

Adrian wasn't sure whether to be relieved that you had figured him out so quickly. I mean, what else did he expect? He knew you were anything but stupid, and that he would've had to come clean to you at some point during the night when explaining how he knew which door was yours and how he knew your name. But what it really that obvious? When he gave it a moment of thought he decided that yes, it probably was that obvious.

You reached up and tugged at the mask, silently asking for permission to remove it, which he granted with a nod. When you pulled the mask over his head, he greeted you with a grin that honestly looked more like a grimace. "Surprise...?"

You let him into your apartment and patched him up as well as you could while you listened to him explain everything, something he was incredibly grateful for. It wasn't often that sweet-busboys-turned-masked-vigilantes could show up outside of someone's door and be treated with such care and kindness.

He had the second best sex of his life that night, made bittersweet by his injury and the fact that you broke down in tears shortly after, telling him that you needed time to think about him and everything you had learned about him and what he did over the last couple of hours.

So really, he had the best sad sex of his life that night.

As he drove his car home from Chris', occasionally swerving into the wrong lane or missing his turns or narrowly avoiding other cars on the road, he realised that it all made sense, and he couldn't deny it any longer.

He was completely, hopelessly and utterly in love with you.

The pieces all fit together perfectly. It was the reason he felt like he was going to burst with excitement every time you looked at him. It was the reason why he had been so reckless in the weeks you weren't speaking, so willing to risk his life (because what did he have to lose?). The reason why your smiling face flashed across his mind right before he fell to the ground on that field surrounded by dead bodies and dead butterflies.

The reason why he felt like crying when he woke up in a hospital room and saw you sleeping in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed.

You were there because Chris had answered one of your many calls. He didn't want to lie to you, and he figured you already knew about Adrian's identity anyway, so he told you everything. Naturally, you rushed to the hospital, and you never left his side.

When you woke up, you cried and peppered his face with kisses and told him that you cared about him and that you were so worried about him when he wasn't answering your calls.

"I'm not asking you to stop being Vigilante. I would never ask you to do that. I'm just... All I'm asking is that you be more careful. I don't wanna end up having to sit next to your hospital bed for three days straight again. And I don't wanna have to patch you up every couple of days. So please, just be more careful, okay?" You asked, his hand in yours.

He nodded in understanding, but after a moment he glanced up at you with those doe eyes, "....But if I do get injured you'll patch me up, right? Honestly, I don't think I can afford anymore hospital bills and you said yourself that-..."

"Yes, dumbass." You ran your fingers through his hair gently, "I'll patch you up."

"Thank god for that, because sometimes I pick fights with guys a lot bigger than me, or they're smaller than me but they have a weapon so..." He went on explaining, and you just listened to him, glad that he was safe and alive and back by your side.

So yeah. Adrian Chase was in love, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

The weeks following his realisation consisted of him swallowing down 'I love you' left, right and centre. He couldn't begin to count the amount of times he had gotten so close to saying it, to just biting the bullet and laying all of his cards on the table for you to either indulge him or shut him out. The suspense was killing him. He wanted you to know. Needed you to know, even. Yet that small voice at the back of his mind told him to keep it to himself, that you didn't love him back.

But everything you did made him want to get down on his knees and confess his undying love.

Your shoes at his door, walking into your apartment to see you wearing his hoodie that you had proclaimed your favourite, dancing around your kitchen to Britney Spears at 3am. Even the mundane things, like how you would both stand at the sink taking it in turns to wash and dry the dishes, had him literally swallowing down an 'I love you'.

If he was going to tell you, he wanted it to be romantic. In his head he planned to tell you at some fancy restaurant, or on a drive home with the windows open and his hand on your thigh. Any quiet, serene moment between the two of you would have been perfect.

He was balls deep inside of you when it happened, though. Far from ideal, in his opinion.

Adrian was on top of you, grunting and growling with his face nuzzled into your neck as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders while you moaned out his name along with praises, telling him how good he felt and how well he takes care of you.

When he came, he came hard. Panting, moaning and grunting against your neck. And then-

"Oh fffuck... I fucking love you."

You stilled underneath him, eyes wide, breathing shakily, trying to figure out whether you had heard him right or whether your imagination was playing tricks on you.

It was only when he came down from the high that he realised what he'd said, and that you hadn't said anything to him in at least a minute.

He pushed himself up slowly, "Shit. Shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck. I'm so... I'm so sorry. Fuck. I didn't..." He trailed off. He couldn't tell you that he didn't mean it because holy fuck, he meant it. But then would telling you that he meant it make things worse for him since he had literally told you he loved you while blowing his load inside of you?

So, he did what he did best when he found himself in a situation he saw no way out of.

He slipped his cock out of you and climbed off the bed, quickly putting his clothes back on as he gathered them from your bedroom floor. He had barely even pulled his jeans up before he was pulling your bedroom door open, leaving you laid on your bed, stunned with his spend leaking down your thighs.

You got up after a moment, pulling a shirt on and following him, "Adrian, please don't go! Can we just talk? Please?" But by the time you had made it to the front door, he had already closed it behind him. You brought your hands up to your hair, gripping it tightly, resisting the urge to rip it out then and there.

He had just told you he loved you and then... left? You wanted to scream, to break down, to bash your head on the wall and knock yourself out. Instead, you leant against your door and took a deep breath.

Adrian, on the other hand, was running away from his feelings. No, he literally ran home. As soon as he got out of your apartment building, passing your neighbours and pulling his jacket on as he walked quickly, he ran. Away from your apartment, away from you, away from his feelings. Away from everything.

He didn't see you for weeks after that.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see you. He missed you, and everytime you called he had to fight the urge to pick up the phone just to hear your voice greet him, even just for a few seconds. It was more like he was too embarrassed to see you. He feared what you would say to him. Would you be angry at him for walking out? Would you grill him about why he told you he loved you in that particular moment? He had no idea how you would respond if he was to sit down and talk to you, so he simply avoided you.

Two weeks later, he came home and found the door of his apartment unlocked. He was on guard immediately, reaching into the pocket of his Fennel Fields uniform and grabbing the small knife he carried with him at all times (he bought one for you too... fuck, even knives were reminding him of you).

Adrian pushed the door open slowly, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of an intruder or an attacker. He didn't find one. Instead, to his shock, he found you laid on his couch, bare-legged and wearing only his hoodie.

You sat up straight away, "H-hey. I'm sorry for coming here uninvited. I just... You weren't answered my texts or calls and I got worried, so I asked Chris for your spare key." You shrugged. You figured that there was no way Adrian would let you in willingly. He had done nothing but ignore you for two weeks, so you had no choice but to turn to Chris. He gave up the spare key to Adrian's apartment almost immediately (he honestly seemed a little confused as to why he had it in the first place).

Adrian shook his head, "N-no... No, it's okay. This is fine. You just... I didn't expect to..." He looked down, realising he still had the knife in his hand. "Oh, shit." He dropped the knife, jumping back when it almost fell right on his foot. "I forgot I had that in my hand. I wasn't planning on stabbing you, by the way. I just got it out just in case it wasn't you. Not that I knew it was you. So maybe I was planning on using it. But I wouldn't have been planning to use it if I knew you were here beforehand." He breathed out an awkward laugh, following it up with a quiet, "Sorry."

He didn't know whether to curse Chris or thank him. He was being forced to face his feelings, but he wasn't sure that he would have ever gathered the courage to do it if you weren't right there on his couch.

You smiled at him, "Don't be sorry. I'm the one being kinda creepy. Sneaking in here uninvited. If you stabbed me, I wouldn't be angry. Well, I probably would be angry. But I'd understand."

Adrian nodded, a small smile on his lips, "Yeah."

The two of you just stared at each other in silence for a moment, until you sat up on your knees and patted the spot next to you. "Why don't you come sit?"

"This... This isn't one of those interventions, is it? Because I swear I've only killed half as many people as I used to since the whole butterfly thing. In fact, I would go as far to say that i've been slacking recently, and-..."

"No. This isn't about... whatever the hell you're talking about. Just come sit. Please." You were practically batting your eyelashes at him.

Who was he to resist when you were sitting there looking all pretty in his clothes?

Adrian almost tripped over his feet as he made his way over, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wasn't sure what to say or do, mostly because he wasn't sure what you wanted to say or do.

You didn't let his awkward demeanour deter you.

Slowly, you reached over, your fingertips brushing against the back of his neck. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, basically moaning when your hand found it's way into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently. "I've missed you, Adrian."

At first, you were angry at him for just walking out like he did. He had told you that he loved you. Sure, he chose a... weird moment to tell you, to say the least, but you were confident that he meant it. But soon your anger turned to sadness, and your sadness turned to longing. You just wanted to see him again, to ask him about that night. To tell him that you loved him too. He didn't make that so easy, though. Now that you were in his apartment, sat next to him, touching him, things felt right again.

You still had a lot to talk about, and you knew how you were going to make him talk, but you were just happy to bask in his company for now.

Adrian glanced over at you, "I-I missed you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He breathed out.

He was purring under your touch, and you were inching towards him slowly, until you were close enough to use the hand in his hair to turn his head towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

What started out slow and gentle soon turned hungry and desperate. He had forgotten just how much he had missed you in the time he'd been away from you. Your lips on his were enough to send him dizzy, and you soon found yourself being pulled on to his lap, straddling him.

Your fingers worked at the buttons of his red shirt, while his hands slipped under the hoodie, caressing your thighs and working their way up to his hips. He let out a gutteral groan when he realised that you weren't wearing underwear.

Your wetness pressed against the rough denim of his black jeans was enough to get him rock hard (then again, it didn't exactly take much to get Adrian excited).

You pulled the shirt down his shoulders, running your hands down his bare, toned chest until your fingers came across the button of his jeans. "I want you, Adrian. Can I...?"

"God, yes. Fuck. Holy shit. Yes." He wasted no time in helping you. You sat up on your knees while he pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, already rosy red and swollen and glistening with pre-cum, ready to take you.

Adrian hadn't touched himself once since the night he left you. Everytime he tried, all he thought about was you, and then he found himself too sad to even think about making himself cum. So now, he was desperately horny, ready to fuck you into next week before you eventually made him talk about feelings and love and all that other shit he would rather avoid.

You slid down on to his cock, and he threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a low moan from the back of his throat. "Ffffuck..." The grip he had on on your hips tightened, bruising and harsh as Adrian resisted the urge to thrust into you at a punishing pace.

You let out a breathless moan at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, delicious and slightly painful but it sends you dizzy and you started to consider maybe just fucking him right there and saving everything else for later. But then you remembered who you were dealing with. So, you rolled your hips once, smirking as he all but lost his mind underneath you, and then you settled down into his lap, his cock twitching inside of you as you cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you.

He looked up at you with wide, doe eyes. His lips parted in confusion and his eyebrows furrowed. "I-... Fuck... What...? What are you doing? I thought we were-... Fuck. Fuck, please."

"Adrian..."

"Fuck. Oh, fuck..." He tried to thrust up into you, his feet planted firmly on the ground and his thighs straining, but you tightened your knees against him. "God... Fuck, I need you. Please-..."

"Adrian, we should talk."

"Talk? Fuck, you wanna talk now?" His voice cracked. "Fuck, fuck. Okay. I can talk. M-my name is Adrian Chase, also known as the crime fighting hero Vigilante. I'm 30 years old. I work at Fennel Fields. My Facebook password is Eaglylovesvig420. Remember to capitalise the E, that's very important. I'm-..."

You giggled, cutting him off. "Not quite what I was looking for, but good effort. I already know your Facebook password, though."

"....You do?"

"Yeah. You mumble in your sleep. It's adorable, actually." You leant down and pressed a kiss to his nose. He looked so fucking cute, and it was taking all of your strength and willpower to hold your hips in place, to not just give him exactly what he wanted.

"W-what did you wanna talk about then?" You were clenched around his cock so good, squeezing him just right. It was driving him insane how good you felt, and how little you were doing about it.

You weren't sure if he was playing dumb or if he was genuinely clueless. "Us, Adrian. We need to talk about us."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Us? What's there to talk about? We're fine. Never been better, actually. We're perfect. Wait-... Fuck, you're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked, panic in his eyes.

"You've been avoiding me for two weeks. Dude, I thought you broke up with me."

"Oh... Sorry? That's my bad. I was just... I got busy." He wasn't exactly sure what to say about that. How to explain to you that he panicked and figured the best way to deal with his feelings was to run away.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, running your thumb across his cheek.

"M-mean what?"

"When you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

Silence. Then, a quiet, "Yeah." Followed by more silence, until he broke. "I know I said it at a really bad time since we were having sex and it probably just came across as me telling you that I loved you because you let me come inside of you, which felt fucking amazing, by the way, thank you for that. But I promise it wasn't just the sex and that I did really mean it and you can ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm in love with you. I'm being serious, even ask Eagly."

You smiled down at him. It was so funny to you how quickly he lost his mind, how easy it was to get him to talk about anything when you were sat in his lap, his cock buried deep inside of you. He hadn't realised that you were weaponising sex against him as a means to get a confession, and if he did realise, then he didn't care.

"Adrian?"

"Huh?" He was looking up at you with wide eyes, so sincere as he waited with baited breath for your response to his confession.

"I love you too."

"....Oh."

"Did you seriously think I didn't love you?"

"I-I don't know... I'm not good with feelings. You probably know that. I kinda ran away from my own feelings. Like... literally ran away. I ran home." He admitted sheepishly, but that made you laugh so his embarrassment soon subsided.

"Well, I love you. And I'm here now, and I'm not planning on going anywhere, even if you try to run away from me again. So..." You spread your knees apart, smiling at the hopeful look in his eyes, "I think you should fuck me good now."

He wasted no time.

One hand on your hip in a tight grip, the other on the back of your neck, holding you up as he snapped his hips up, fucking you at a brutal pace. You balanced yourself, hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a broken moan.

You couldn't even think straight as he drilled into you, your mind completely flooded with Adrian and his cock and how good he was making you feel.

When you glanced down at him, he looked how you felt. His hair disheveled, glasses on the end of his nose, his face sweaty and flushed a dark red. His teeth grazed over his bottom lip as he focused on the way his cock disappeared inside of you over and over again.

The gasps and moans in the quiet room were soon interrupted by his voice. He couldn't help it, he had a dirty mouth when he was inside of you.

"Fuckkk... Always feels so fucking good. Love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful... Looking down at me while you take my cock like a good slut. Fuck... My little slut. The slut that I'm in love with. Ffffuck. I'm so in love with you. Tell me you love me." He growled.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. I love you." You whined out, breathless.

Adrian couldn't help but grin. He was fucking you like a wild animal, in love and unashamed of his feelings. The need to hold himself back, to hide how he really felt about you, was gone. He was yours, he belonged to you completely. He was yours to kiss and hug and hold and fall asleep next to every night. And the best part? You loved him, too. You were his, too.

"Say it again."

"I love you. I love you. Fuck. Oh, Fuck. I'm so in love with you."

That was enough to send him over the edge.

His hips stilled, stuttering up occasionally, and his body writhed under you as came inside of you. His lips parted, eyes squeezed closed and panting while rope after rope of his hot cum coated your walls.

Adrian's grip on the back of your neck loosened, and you collapsed against his chest, his cock softening inside of you. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, whimpering as you tried to catch your breath, peppering gentle kisses over his soft, sweaty skin.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He never wanted to let go of you or be apart from you again. "I love you..." He breathed out.

It was crazy to him how easy it was to say those three little words now that he had finally faced his own feelings.

You lifted your head up and gave him the biggest grin, leaning down to press your lips against his, mumbling a barely audible, "I love you too." Against the corner of his mouth before resting your head on his shoulder again.

A few moments of silence, and then...

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please don't tell anyone my Facebook password. I have some serious progress on Farmville, and I know that if Chris ever found out he'd-..."

Your giggle cut him off and you shook your head, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

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Throw Me Instead - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader SMUT

Oops here comes another one, I have a thing for the Earth-2 DILF who would’ve guessed?  Happy 2022 all, and sorry if you’re waiting on an Arcane fic, this one was sitting half-finished in my drafts since early November.

Word Count: 3000+

Synopsis: It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to rage. One day, however, the combination of your two personalities clashed.

Warnings: NSFW, Lab Sex, Wall Sex, Desk Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir/Princess

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Just This Once (M)

Group/Member: GOT7/Yugyeom

Genre: Cat!Yugyeom Smut

Summary: You were lonely, needy and definitely weren’t in your right mind when you end up online buying a hybrid sex friend for a night.

Words: 3,331

A/N: Yugyeom as a naught kitty cause why not!?Also why am I such a sucker for this freaking Maknae? Someone come and collect my needy ass, pls.

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you hit the submit button, but somehow your brain lost against your womanly need. You eyes wonder over the ‘Thank You for your submission’ note written largely on the white screen. Your logical part of your brain was slowly making its self know as you think over what you had just done. You quickly try cancelling your submission as a light sweat gathers against your forehead in pure shock.

“No, come on!” Your hands dance along the keys but there was no way to cancel what you had just done.

You sit staring blankly at your laptop screen until a light buzz sounded next to you. Your eyes slowly follow the sound to your phone which softly vibrates against your hardwood counter. ‘My Husband’ is shining brightly on the phone screen as you hit the green answer button lifting the small device to your ear.

“Y/N~ Guess what I did!” A cheery voice rings as you stifle a laugh. “There’s no telling with you Kookie.” You state back making a fake gasp fall through the phones speaker. “You’re right.” He mumbles backs. “But come on aren’t you even going to guess?” You let your mind wonder as you think of anything that your best friend could of done, but your mind goes blank as your eyes wonder back to your laptop screen. “It probably isn’t as extreme as what I just did.”

A long “ohhh?” sounded in your ear as Jeongguk lets out a skeptical chuckle. “Tell me, what did my cute innocent Y/N do? Did you purposely forget to brush your teeth after you ate lunch!? So scandalous.”

You let out a scoff at his guess making his harmonious laugh run through the phone. “I’ll have you know that I don’t brush my teeth after every meal.” You say trying to sound more fierce? But instead you sound like a small obedient bunny. “My Y/N is so cute~” Jeongguk coos through the phone making you close to hanging up on him. “I’m not cute! And if you must know I bought a dominate hybrid online for uhhh.. personal reasons…” As soon as the words fall from your lips your cheeks heat up at the actual thing you had just did minutes prior.

The line is dead silent for what seems like minutes until Jeongguk softly speaks “You did what?” You let out a loud groan as you softly bang your head against the hardwood countertop. “Don’t make me repeat it.” You mumble out as Jeongguk’s laugh again fills your ear. “Waa~ my Y/N bought a sex friend” He screams as his sentence is followed by more laughs. “You totally beat me Y/N-ah! I just got us some tickets for ‘Wicked’ live but wow!” Your head picks up at the statement a large smile falling across your face. You had wanted to see Wicked live for so long. “You got tickets!? Kookie how?”

“I’m just awesome like that. Anyway, enough about that. What about you and your umm friend?” And there goes your smile as you lay your head back to the countertop. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble just as a small knock on your door makes you sit upright in fear. There was no way. You had submitted your submission only minutes prior… that was impossible. “Y/N?” Jeongguk’s voice asked in your ear as your eyes are glued to your front door another round of knocks being heard.

“Kook, I think… I think he’s here.” You softly mumble as you stand from your seat. “What? Go get it babe!” You mentally groan as you shake your head. “N-No I don’t think I-I want to.” You say softly back. “Come on~ You paid for it! Call me later with the deats!” You again shake your head as the stranger now presses the doorbell. “No Kook, pleas-”

“Bye~” A small click is heard before the phone falls silent. You silently curse as you look down at what you’re wearing. A pair of pajama shorts and a big t shirt with your hair thrown up in a messy bun, you couldn’t of been more unflattering even if you tried. You let out a strangled breath before slowly pattering to your door and stopping to look through the peep hole. You could see wide broad shoulders covered with a dark black sweater. You gulp once before calming your breathing and pulling the door open.

Your eyes are faced with the same broad shoulders as before. Slowly you look up and soon are met with golden brown crescent eyes that reminded you of a cats. He softly smiles at you as your eyes fall over his features making you blink at how beautiful this man actually was. He had light brown hair hidden under a black beanie, his lips were a bright pink and lightly plump bringing out his golden brown eyes. You noticed a small freckle under is right eye and even a small cross earring hanging from his ears.

“You’re Y/N? Right?” He asked as his eyes ghosted quickly over your face. He was so beautiful that he had you speechless so you slowly nod. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth making you rub your eyes and make sure this was an actual thing that was happening. “I’m Yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you.” He takes one hand out of his tight black jeans and outstretches it to you. You quickly rub your sweaty hands against your shirt and shyly grasp his hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.. um come in please.” You stutter out as you pull away and open the door wider so Yugyeom could step inside.

He smiles softly before stepping through the threshold and into your small apartment. You let out a small breath as you shut the door and follow him into your living room. “Nice, place. Do you go to college?” Was he trying small talk? You lightly laugh at the thought and nod your head. “Yeah I go to Seoul University. I’m studying abroad for a few years.” Your voice is surprisingly strong and you applaud yourself. Yugyeom smiles nodding his head as his eyes wonder around your room.

“Umm.. so anyway. I really never done anything like this before, so..” You stutter out making your inner self hit you again. “What? Sex?” He asked and your face flustered a bright red color. You quickly shake your head a small awkward laugh falling from your lips. “N-No I’ve had sex it’s just I never-” “Hired someone?” He finished for you making you both relieved and embarrassed. Your face still a bright red you slowly nodded. “it’s okay, I’ve never hired anyone either.” You look up at him smiling at you. Was he trying to make a joke? You lightly smile as your eyes wonder down to your hands.

Your brain then slowly recovers something from your submission as you look up at Yugyeom again, his eyes trained on you. You blink at his intense state before awkwardly mumbling “So you’re a-a hybrid?” God you had to be the most awkward person in the whole world. You hear a small chuckle as he nods his head. He then lifts his hands to slowly pull his black beanie away from his head to show two brown cat ears. Your eyes widen as a smile falls over your face. “You can touch them if you want.” He says and your face instantly flashes red again. “Go on, I don’t bite… yet.” He says and you gulp feeling his words hit you down lower. He smirks as he walks to you slowly sliding down to his knees in front of you so his head was in reaching distance to you. You softly bite your lips as you hesitantly reach out and run your hands over his soft ears. You see his eyes slowly close as you lightly pet his head and ears.

You feel his hands slowly trace over your back thighs making small shivers fall down your spine. You look down to see Yugyeoms eyes fixed on yours as he slowly moves forward to leave a soft kitten kiss on your clothed stomach. He smiles softly as his hands run farther up your legs until they rested on your hips. Slowly he pulls the large t shirt you’re wearing up to reveal a small sliver of flesh just above the waist band of your pajama shorts. His eyes are fixed with yours as he leans in again kissing the exposed skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your hands fall as he stands a good few feet above you. He slowly walks forward pushing you back until you feel the cool wall behind you. “No running away from me now Miss. Y/N.” He said deeply trapping you in with his arms. A shiver runs up your spine at his words before his quickly leans in pressing his lips hard and fast against yours.

A small whimper falls from you as he pushes his body flushed against yours as he grabs your hands pinning them above your head. His mouth quickly leaves yours and starts leaving small sloppy wet kisses over your neck and shoulder. You feel his teeth bite over your neck making you jump at the contact. “I warned you I bite, Miss Y/N.” He chuckled against your skin as his teeth bit at the flesh again. His bites and kisses slowly fall south as he releases your hands to fall back to his knees, taking your shirt off as he went. His eyes scan over all the new exposed flesh with excitement as he smiles his tongue poking out as he licks a long strip up your stomach. Your hands run through his brown hair again making his eyes close as he reaches the band of your pajama shorts.

He lightly laughs.“I like your shorts, Very cute~” He coos to you as your face flushes red at your penguin pj shorts. “I-I didn’t have enough time to change.” You stutter out making him smile. “Good, I like you like this. So cute and innocent.” He says as he leans forward biting your inner thigh making you let out a small squeal. He laughs at your reaction before standing back up grabbing your thighs fiercely and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him as he carries you down the hallway to your bedroom after you had instructed where it was.

His eyes wonder around the room laughing at all your nick nacks making you blush again. “So cute, Y/N-ah.” He says before forcefully pushing you on your bed and hovering over you kissing you hungrily. You let a small moan fall from your lips as your hands once again go to his hair softly pulling on the strands. His hands roam softly over your body until they find your bra clasp. He pulls away as he unclasp you bra and throws it off somewhere in your room before diving in to your chest while keeping eye contact. You blink flustered as his lips leave your chest to slowly fall to your stomach and finally stopping again at your god awful penguin shorts. “I think it’s time to part from your penguins” He says making you laugh lightly as he grabs the waistband before shimmying them down your thighs and legs throwing them off with your bra. You had then noticed how exposed you were while Yugyeom was still fully dressed.

Before he could lean back to your center you lean up grabbing his head in your hands and kiss him, hard. He lets out a small moan as your teeth graze his bottom lip biting softly. Your hands softly traveled down his chest until you grasp the end of his black sweater pulling it quickly and forcefully over his head. You break the kiss to eye his toned porcelain chest, your hand slowly run along his stomach. “Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are Yugyeom.” He lets out a long growl as you slowly ghost over his growing bulge in his tight jeans. Quickly you’re pushed back down to the bed as he grabs your panties not wasting anytime and tearing them right off you. Your eyes wide gasping as he throws the remainders of your favorite lace panties to the floor.

You have no time to voice your opinion as Yugyeom quickly dives into your center. You let out a long moan as his tongue slowly licks up your folds. His eyes find yours as he teases you with small kitten licks. “Y-Yugyeom please.” You whine out as he chuckles not giving you what you want. His tongue continues its torture as you feel his long finger slowly glide up your entrance. “What is it that you want Miss. Y/N?” He asks his voice deep as he pulls away to look at you, his finger still slowly gliding your folds. “You’re fingers, please, Yugyeom.” You whine back making him smile. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He says as his finger finally pushes in you making your hips fly towards him. His free hand quickly pushes your hips down as he slowly pumps his finger in and out at a slow pace.

“More, Yugyeom.” You moan out making him tisk. “You’re very needy aren’t you Miss Y/N.” He replied as he makes his pace even slower, if that was possible. You let out a long whimper making him smile. “Please.” He slowly quickens his pace making you moan out. “I can’t say no to you, Miss Y/N.” He growls as he quickly pumps his finger adding another one making your head fall back and your hips buck even more to match his quick pace. You feel a small knot in your lower stomach as your orgasm slowly approaches but before you even had a chance to register it Yugyeom pulls back. You let out a whine making him chuckle as he leans forward hovering back over you. You let your eyes wonder over his face as he lifts his hand slowly sucking on it making a tint fall across your cheek.

He smiles as he pops his finger out and then leans forward kissing you deeply. You hear his throaty moan as he slowly grinds against you. His bulge is hard as it presses against your lower abdomen with slow ragged thrusts. Your hands run down his chest and stomach until they reach the button of his jeans. You quickly unbutton them and unzip the zipper pulling them and his boxers down enough to let his member free. He lets out a growl as his now free member rubs against you, but it isn’t enough. He quickly stands removing both his boxers and jeans as you finally catch glimpse of his long brown tail. You don’t have a chance to ask much on it as he, again, quickly hovers over you and slowly rubs the head of his dick against your entrance.

You hear his breathy moans as he pushed slowly into you fully. You yourself let out a loud moan at the contact before it is concealed with Yugyeoms lips. Your hands fly to his back as he pulls out and then slams back in making you cry out in pleasure. “You like that Miss Y/N? Tell me, how much you like it?” He growls in your ear as you moan again loudly as he thrusts again. “That’s it, scream for me.” He whispers and you can’t help the loud moans and screams from your lips as Yugyeom continues to slowly pull out and quickly and roughly push in. Your nails scratch his back as his head digs in the small of your shoulder.

Soon you feel the familiar knot rising up. You quickly wrap your legs around Yugyeom making him groan and quickly pull out and in now. You shut your eyes as your orgasm takes ahold of you throwing you over the edge. Yugyeoms thrusts start to slowly get unbalanced, ragged breaths falling from his lips as you feel him twitch and cum inside you. His body slowly starts to still as both of you come down from your highs. His head comes to rest on yours as he pulls away from your shoulder. You slowly look over his features again, his golden crescent eyes with a small freckle under his right eye. His pink plump lips, now lightly swollen from kissing, and his brown kitten ears laying atop his head. He sees you staring and chuckles lightly before saying “Staring is rude.” Your eyes fall back to his as your cheeks darken. “I-I wasn’t staring.. I was admiring.” He laughs at you before softly shaking his head. “So cute Y/N-ah~” You scoff as you push him off making him laugh more.

You quickly gather up your comforter hiding your naked body as Yugyeom stands pulling on his discarded clothes. Was that it? Sex and then he leaves right away? You would of liked to cuddled or something.. Damn you should of read the fine print. “You’re leaving?” You asked and completely regretted it the moment it left you mouth. You could practically hear how needy your voice sounded. Yugyeom throws on his black sweater as he looks at you with a small smirk. “Do you want me to stay Miss Y/N?” He asked making you shrug. He smiles as he slowly crawls up your body until his face was inches from yours. “I’m usually not suppose to, but I’ll make an exception with you Miss Y/N.” You blink a few times taking in his response as your phone vibrates somewhere on the floor.

His eyes scan the floor for the source’s sound until he picks up your phone a frown on his face. “You should get it.” He said handing it to you. You’re confused until you see ‘My Husband’ written on the screen. Your face burns as you answer the phone bringing it to your ear.

“Y/N-ah! So? How was he?” You hear Jeongguks voice ask as you mentally curse him. “I can’t talk right now.” You mumble out. “Oh? Did I interrupt? Are you still going at it? Damn!” You let out a groan as you mumble a 'I’ll call you later’ and hang up. You let out a sigh as you look up to see Yugyeom no longer standing in your room. Oh god, did he leave? You quickly find your shirt and shorts not worrying about undergarments, seeing as he had torn them up, as you quickly walk to your living room. Yugyeom’s leaning against the door, hands in his pocket and eyes casted to his feet. “H-He isn’t my husband.” You say making him look up at you.

“He’s my best friend, we just have our name like that in each others phone.” You clarify making him shrug. “Why would you explain that to me?” Your face runs red again and you slowly look down to your feet. “I-I just didn’t want you to misunderstand.” He lets out a small chuckle before saying “It’s none of my business.” You softly nod your head. “Anyway, I should go.” Your head flys back to his as you see him now fully dressed; beanie, shoes, everything. “You’re leaving? I-I though that- Uh.. never mind.” You say not wanting to be needy again. His eyes run over your body stopping at your God awful penguin shorts making him let out a deep breath before he kicks off his shoes and walks slowly over to you. You look up at him as he stands near you his hand running softly over your cheek.

“Fine, you and your cute penguin shorts are an exception.” You smile at him before he leans forward trapping you lips with his. “Just this once.” He whispered against your lips, but somehow both of you knew it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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GOT7 Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

||| @tory-ah asked: Can you please do a GOT7 version of you their fiancé running away? |||

Jackson Wang

He set off to look for you himself. He had a lot of connections around the city and it didn’t take him long until somebody told him your location. He practically burst into the cafe you were staying at and came up to you in quick steps.

“Y/N!” he said, trying to catch his breath. You could tell he was in a hurry to get here. 

“Jackson,” you started. “I’m tired of running,” you sighed. “Let’s just… Let’s just end this. There is plenty of fish in the sea. You will find someone else and-”

He slammed his fist on the table, startling you.

“No! I don’t care what you say but I don’t need anything but you, understand? (bonus points for you if you get the reference 😂) So you either come back on your own or I will just bring you back by force.”

Choi Youngjae

“Again?” he asked, staring at you. It’s been two months since he told you the truth about his job and ever since then you tried to escape exactly 8 times, all of which ended in failure. It’s not like you didn’t try something else but he didn’t want to break up with you and so you were left with no other option but to try and leave.

“I really don’t know why you keep doing this to me? Nothing has changed, has it? You just know more about what I do…”

That’s true but the fact that he has another side to him frightened you and you wished you never had to see it.

“Now,” he spoke again, his voice strict. “Stop causing me trouble or we will need to take some drastic measures again.”

Mark Tuan

You were about to step onto the train when strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you away. You didn’t even need to look back to see who it was, the grip which quickly turned into a warm embrace was all to familiar. 

“Mark, I…” you began.

He hushed you and started planting kisses on your bare shoulder, going up to your ear.

“Baby,” he whispered. “I got the whole city under control. What were you thinking?” he asked, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the anger in his voice. “I’m sorry but now that we’re engaged there is no place for you to hide.”

Park Jinyoung

One week. That’s all it took for him to find you. You watched him enter the room, he said something to the guards and you two were quickly left alone. He came up to the table and took a seat in front off you.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said but you didn’t listen. “Why?” he asked again after a short silence.

“Why?” you chuckled, finally looking at him. “Are you seriously asking me that?! You never told me about your so called real job! I can’t-” you stopped when your eyes met his.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t be with a dangerous man as you,” you said, turning your gaze away. 

He tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought. 

“Babe, there is no way I will let you go this easily,” he finally said, standing up. “We’re getting married and that’s final.”

JB/Im Jaebum

You unlocked the door to your new apartment and threw the bags down on the floor. You went to the bedroom and turned the lights on.

“Hello Y/N,” somebody spoke from the couch. “I have been waiting for you.”

“Jaebum?!” you stuttered. “H-how did you find me?”

He looked at you with that ‘really?’ expression on his face. He leaned his head on his arm, checking you out.

“You cut your hair? Were you that desperate to avoid me? You know, you could have just told me if you didn’t want to get married anymore.”

“Alright,” you said, standing in front of him. “Jaebum, I don’t-”

“Aaand no,” he said, scooping you up from the ground.

“Jae! Put me down!” you struggled in his grip.

“That’s also a no,” he continued, throwing you over his shoulder. “We’re going home. Then we will talk.”

BamBam

“What is it?” he asked his men, annoyed that they called him out from an important meeting.

“It’s Y/N,” one of the men said. “We lost her, sir.”

“You lost her?!” he shouted. “How can you lose a grown up woman? She’s not a child!”

“We’re sorry but she outsmarted us and-”

“Shut up,” he interrupted them. “How long has she been missing?”

“Two hours.”

“Two hours?! Then what the hell are you doing here? Go find her!” he ordered. “I don’t care what it takes. Bring her home tonight!”

Kim Yugyeom

You had everything planned. You knew he will come back home later today, so you decided to use this opportunity to run away. But it seems even walls have ears in this city.

You took your suitcase and were about to head out when he walked in through the front door.

“Going somewhere?” he asked tauntingly, throwing his keys on the nearby dresser. “Did you really think it will be that easy?”

“Yugy… I can explain…” you said, setting the suitcase aside.

“Sorry baby but you’re not leaving me,” he said, taking a step towards you with every word. “Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever,” he finished, cornering you between the wall and his body. He leaned in so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You’re mine, don’t you ever forget that,” he whispered.

A/N: Haven’t written for Got7 in a very long time. Makes me kind of sad tbh. I should be more active 😕

Christ keep me away from Kim Yugyeom

Warning: very informal fluffy smut stuff

Christ help me I have fallen in love with a man that doesnt know i exist ugh when he posted this pic my heart exploded he looks so soft and sweet and cuddly and i just wanna kiss him and hug him and tell him how much he means to me

I just

- wanna take care of him

- like can you just imagine coming home to this sweet bug

- and he’s just all soft and cuddly and loving

- asking you how your day went

- and you just walk over to where he’s sitting on the couch and he cuddles up next to you

- youre running your fingers through his hair and he’s humming because he missed you and it feels so good

- your touch makes him so content like there is literally a look of pure pleasure on his face

- his lil eyes are closed and his lips are in a small smile and his cheekbones are all raised n shit

- now he’s got his big ass head all in your lap n and you just watch him find comfort in your presence

- god why is he so cute

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brad pitt x reader: naughty girl

summary: you flirt with leo and brad gets jealous LMAO

warnings: nsfw, huuuuge daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1416

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Pregnancy Headcannons - Simon Basset

• Far from happy when you told him

• He had tried really hard so you wouldn't get pregnant

• "No, no, no, we were careful. I-I-I..."

• It was a complete accident

• He was furious

• His temper got the better of him and he blamed you

• Stormed off

• He went to the bar and drank the day away

• But he refused to abandon his child like his father did

• Simon was distant and unhappy but promised to raise this child

• He knew he was harsh but he made it clear this was a mistake...your "first and only child"

• Simon told Lady Danbury through gritted teeth

• "We're in a bit of a predicament...she's with child."

• He told you he didn't care about the gender at all

• "I don't care what the bloody child is, as long as they aren't a brat."

• Deep down though he wanted a girl, in hopes of destroying the Hastings name

• Simon's icy facade started to melt when your bump starting showing

• He was only human after all

• The sight of the woman he loves glowing with love and happiness was almost too much for him

• It made him want to go back on everything he ever said and have as many children as possible with you

• It was no longer possible for him to distance himself from you

• He would run to your aid when you tried to lift something heavy

• Or make sure the maids were getting you enough water, vitamins, and drinks

• Started listening in on your doctor check ups, which he'd previously ignored

• Simon rarely touched your bump

• Even with Simon warming up to the idea of your pregnancy he still made it clear he would support this child, but you'd never carry another

• That was until you were about 5 months pregnant

• One night you and Simon were out at some dinner you forced him to go to. He had been grumpy the whole night, so you went outside at one moment to avoid his attitude. Your outfit was a fairly nice one with some nice jewelry, which some drunk man across the road had realized, so he lunged at you, hoping to grab your necklace. You screamed and before you knew it the man was knocked to the ground Simon gripping your shaking frame. You sobbed and sobbed, so Simon called the carriage and you made your way home. It occurred to Simon how out of hand the situation could've gotten. And for the first time Simon's shaky hands rested protectively over your bump the rest of the ride home.

• "It's okay, y-you're okay. I'm here, I'll keep your safe...b-both of you."

• That night after you'd finally calmed down he broke down

• "I could've lost you both. I'm the luckiest man on earth. A child with the woman I love and I've been a complete dick."

• He knew he couldn't make up for the way he acted the last few months, so he told you he wanted to be as involved as you'd let him be

• Simon opened up to you and explained why he'd been so upset about the pregnancy

• Of course you forgave him, after that the two of you really began life as a growing family

• Simon constantly had a protective arm wrapped around your bump

• "Your mother says you can hear me. Personally, I don't believe her but I'd like to live long enough to meet you, so I won't argue. Well, um, hello I suppose. I-I, um, love you."

• The first time your baby kicked was when he was "pointlessly" taking to them

• He had been rambling in a bored voice, but he perked up immediately after the kick

• "Can you hear me! (Y/n), I'm not necessarily saying you're right but maybe they can hear me."

• He talked to the baby a lot more after that

• Simon didn't make you go to any balls

• He didn't like them and you got tired after staying on your feet too long

• You still threw a party at the end of the season because Simon is a duke after all

• Simon hates parties but he loves you so much he did most of the set-up so you could rest

• When you went into labor Simon was calm and collected

• Simon almost choked the doctor when they told him he should wait outside

• He let you squeeze the life out of his hand

• When cries filled the room his face was a mixture of complete joy and fear

• It was a boy

• You could tell that rattle him a little but he was happy nonetheless

• "Hello." Simon looked at the child awkwardly. "I'm your father." The baby cuddled closer to Simon and he seemed to relax. "You have nothing to worry about. I'll always keep you safe, and I'll never leave you. I would never leave my son."