You Can't Go Around Calling People Who Ask For Better Treatment Raging Bitches Without Everyone Finding

You can't go around calling people who ask for better treatment raging bitches without everyone finding out you're a mean person. This behaviour from another writer is frankly appalling

what makes you think im nice??? and now that you say it, she is a attention seeking bitch who prolly never got any from her parents in the first place and is now looking for it here 😔😔🫤 and that is just sad 🥺

Paring: Daichi Sawamura x fem!reader

Requested: No

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Somnophillia, cunnilingus.

Summary: Daichi is annoyed after practice, thankfully you look a bit too delectable today.

Word count: 650

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Beta reader: None

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Daichi loves hearing you blabber as he rams into you with all his might. It's not always that he gets this horny and needy, but on the days he does, you are in for a ride—literally!

It started right after he got back from practice, extremely angry at himself for not being up to the mark and messing up the practice for the whole team.

The moment he came in, he immediately searched for you, only to find you asleep on the couch. It's not a rare sight to see you waiting for him, but those shorts paired with his tee were the breaking point for him.

You looked so beautiful lying there all pretty for him.

No matter how freaky you both were in bed, the topic of consent always took first place. So when he first heard you suggest trying somnophilia, he was a bit concerned, to say the least.

But the first time you both tried it, it was like heaven for him. So, the sight of you sleeping in shorts was too inviting for him to resist.

Immediately going towards you, he quickly removed your shorts and latched his mouth onto your cunt, hungrily lapping at it to create some wetness.

Your reaction was a bit slow, but he could slowly but surely hear the small moans emitting from you. Soon enough, you were awake, the feeling of his mouth on your now throbbing cunt too much for your sleep-induced brain to handle, so it woke you up.

Your moans immediately increased in volume, prompting Daichi to add a finger along with his his already attached mouth. Your hands soon found their place in his hair, pulling on it.

"Tastes so good I could die here," he says before continuing to abuse your pussy.

Within seconds, you are bursting onto him, squirting all over the man's face with a loud moan of his name. And being the man he subhe wastes not a drop of your precious cum lapping it all up like a starving man.

As Daichi emerges from your pussy, he gives you a look of extreme need. Within seconds, you are underneath him.

"Gonna fuck you so well," he says as he takes off his pants, letting his throbbing cock breathe. It's been almost five years since you and Daichi have been together, but the size of his cock still shocks you.

You used to wonder how it would fit, but from previous experience, you know it will. He immediately sinks into your puffy warm hole with a moan.

"How are you still so fucking tight? Did I not prep you enough?" he groans. Before you can respond, he starts moving, inducing moans after moans from you.

"So good Mura," you can barely form a sentence with how good he makes you feel. A ring of thick cream forming at the base of his cock due to the endless thrusting.

"Will fucking fill you up with my seed until your tits are all swollen with milk," he says while thrusting into you with all his might.

"Do you want that? My babies?" He rams into you like his life depends on it.

"Need, need your cum," you are just a blabbering mess at this point, barely able to form a sentence. The pleasure is so intense that it makes you almost cry. Soon, you reach your climax, cumming all over his dick, making him reach his peak too.

After a few loud moans, and a few "you milk my dick so well," you both calm down. He immediately moves over to hold you, making you rest your head on his chest.

"You want me to make us a warm bath?" he asks gently while rubbing your shoulder.

You nod, numb from all the lovemaking. Kissing your forehead, he immediately takes you to the bathroom to clean you up and get you ready for bed.

The End

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Paring: LSM x fem!reader 

Requested: No

Genre:  soulmates!au, angst

Warning(s):  sad

Summary: Seokmin loves love. But love doesn't love him back.

Word count:  788

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration. 

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. So please don’t be a silent reader.

a/n2: I don't know if I will make this into a series, but do tell me if you want me to do so!

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Seokmin loves love. He looks at young lovers in the park sitting on a bench, leaning on each other or holding hands, and he hopes they stay like that forever. Hell, if he could, his official profession would be matchmaking. But after a bit of a trial run during his uni days, the man understood that he is horrendous at it. He has more chances of pairing Mingyu’s socks than pairing two humans. What can he say—he just likes to bring people together. The only problem is that he’s far more impatient than an alpha particle roaming around in a chamber.

Now, it must not come as a shock to you that this man has indeed fallen in love and, like most of us in this universe, has had his heart broken too. I mean, it was his fault for falling in love with a woman who had another man’s name written in the script of her fate. But hey, love is love. You never understand when it will attack, and, being the defenseless fool you are, you just fall for it.

Seokmin understands it was never meant to be, but that doesn’t mean he loved her any less. Unlike most, he was devoted to Somin. He loved her like a poet loves his poem, like the paper loves its pen, like the sunflower loves the sun. He remembers how his world would light up the minute she came into his peripheral vision. He loved her with every breath he took and every drop of water he drank.

But like every other forbidden relationship, this one didn’t last. Somin found her fated mate, her soulmate. And just like water melting from a glacier, she seeped away from his life with a sad look of apology toward Seokmin and an enchanting smile for her one and only.

Was Seokmin sad? Obviously, he was! Who wouldn’t be? That night, he drank like there was no tomorrow, and Chan still brings it up sometimes: “Hyung looked like he wanted to crush that new dude of his ex, but also looked scared when he remembered his face.” I mean, obviously, that man was built like a truck. As much as Seokmin claims he likes to do push-ups and lift, he could never be the hunk of a man Seungcheol is. Never!

But even after all that, he could never get angry at anyone. It was his and solely his fault for falling in love with a woman who was not fated to be his. The blame falls on him, no one else. They had promised to be each other’s forever, but somewhere deep down, he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew that all those talks were just talks. So when the inevitable happened, he wasn’t angry at her—just happy. No matter how brutally she broke his heart, she deserved to be loved the right way, and so did her soulmate. He would have broken off the relationship anyway the minute he knew about Seungcheol—no questions asked.

Now, this brings us to this very gloomy, rainy day at the bus stop. Seokmin hates the rain; it reminds him of tears, and he hates to see the sky cry. But everyone’s gotta cry once in a while, so he’ll let it go this time.

This is when he feels it—the sting on his back where his mark is. The beautiful fish painted on his skin feels alive. Not even a minute after the sting, he feels it—the pull, the pull to look at the passengers getting off the bus.

That’s when he sees her: the literal definition of beauty and grace, the beautiful butterfly in this gloomy world. His one and only soulmate. You.

That’s when you look at him, feeling the pull too. It seems as though the world has stopped for Seokmin. Time has allowed him this moment to stare at you and take in your grace and beauty. And suddenly, he realizes you’re heading straight for him. Straightening his back, he looks at you expectantly, hoping to hear your name pour out of those beautiful, glossy, plump lips of yours. And then he sees them move. But he doesn’t understand what you’re saying, because your beauty has rendered him speechless.

Then he hears the words—those ominous words that will haunt him for the rest of his life, maybe even eternity: “I don’t believe in soulmates, so let’s never fucking meet each other again, ever!”

And before the boy can even process the words you’ve just thrown at him, you’re walking away. And just like that, the Seoul rush engulfs you like a sea monster, not letting Seokmin reach you to at least ask why.

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WHOOOO 👀 (you can censor ofc) /757964483806265344/you-cant-go-around-calling-people-who-ask-for?source=share

shit i cant see but ok 👍👍👍

— invitation, yoon jeonghan.

angst | 1k

[warnings] one mention of reader in a wedding dress.

[a/n] can be read as the second part to this. read the continuation here.

jeonghan couldn’t believe his eyes.

“what’s this?” he looked down at the envelope you were holding out to him.

you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and curled up the corner of your lips briefly in what you had hoped was a convincing smile.

“it’s an invitation to my wedding with seungcheol,” your voice grew an octave higher and you prayed that jeonghan would believe you were actually happy.

jeonghan snatched the envelope out of your hand and tossed it onto the table next to him.

“i know what that is!” he exclaimed, exasperation building up within him and tears of frustration staining his cheeks.

you stood still before him, gaze falling to the ground, not daring to look at him for even a second because you knew that once you did you wouldn’t be able to keep up the act for any longer. jeonghan placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you slightly, silently begging for you to look at him but you refused to.

“y/n,” jeonghan’s voice was softer now but you heard the pain in it. “please, explain to me what is going on.”

you couldn’t look at him. not when the guilt from so brutally hurting him was eating you up alive.

“please,” he pleaded again. “i just don’t understand.”

you let out the breath that you’d been holding in and tried your hardest to will away the tears that were threatening to fall.

“i’m so sorry, jeonghan.”

“i don’t want to hear that,” his voice grew louder as his hands reached down to grab onto yours, the grip on you stronger than what you were used to and he squeezed once. “i want to know why!”

deep down inside, jeonghan knew why. he’d known for a while now about you and seungcheol’s arranged marriage for both of your families’ business deal, the rumours had long been circulating within the industry. but he chose to ignore it, being naive enough to trust that things would turn out differently.

the apartment fell silent, the only sounds that could be heard were your breathing and his soft sniffles. it stayed that way for what felt like an eternity before jeonghan finally spoke again.

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

“you don’t think i’ve tried?” a defeated sigh left your lips and you wanted to scream from the suffocating weight of hopelessness.

jeonghan believed you and he knew this was it. this was the end of what the both of you had.

“do you love him?” the hesitation was evident in his quavering voice.

he was afraid to hear your answer because regardless of what it was, he would still end up losing you and he couldn’t decide which was worse — you being in love with someone that wasn’t him or knowing you were about to marry someone you didn’t love and him not being able to do anything about it.

“jeonghan…” you attempted to avoid answering him by trying to pull your hands out of his grasp.

“look me in the eyes and tell me you love him and i’ll let you go.” jeonghan tightened his fingers around yours. he was desperate and was holding onto the last bit of hope, he knew you were never good at lying. “do you?”

you blinked back your tears once, then again before finally lifting your head to look at him properly for the first time that night and you noticed how broken he looked. jeonghan was an absolute mess. his eyes were bloodshot and his face was wet with tears and it took everything in you to not pull him into a hug and tell him that everything will be okay.

you braced yourself and looked him in his eyes and you wish you could forget the sorrow you saw in them that night. you had hoped that all the memories you will ever have of jeonghan would be only happy ones. but this was reality and it was cruel — agonizingly cruel.

“i do, jeonghan.” your lie came out as barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear.

jeonghan couldn’t help but let out a brittle laugh at the fact that those were the very same words he had dreamt of hearing from you, but in vastly different situations than the one you were currently in. he had imagined hearing it while he was down on one knee, holding out a ring to you. he had imagined hearing it as you stood before him in your wedding dress exchanging vows. but he had never imagined hearing it this way.

jeonghan finally lets go of your hands and his arms fell limply to his sides and you watched as he was about to walk away and a strange feeling of both heaviness and emptiness washed over you simultaneously. he suddenly stopped and turned to face you and your breath caught in your throat.

“can i give you one last hug before i go?” he forced a smile but the sadness never left his eyes.

you nodded.

he moved towards you to engulf you in his arms and you stiffened for a brief moment as you tried your hardest to fight the urge to lean into his warmth but you ultimately failed and gave into it.

“this would be the last time,” your heart ached at that thought.

jeonghan felt the way you were melting into him and he knew. he knew you didn’t love seungcheol. he started stroking your hair gently, something he used to do whenever you needed comforting and you let your forehead fall to his shoulder.

you felt so incredibly selfish. you had hurt him to his core and here he was, comforting you when he was the one who needed it more. at the realisation, you began to pull away, not wanting to cause him any more pain than you already had.

jeonghan’s fingertips came up to brush away the tears at the corner of your eyes and he leaned in to let his lips ghost yours so lightly that you could have sworn it had been your own hallucination if it weren’t for the fact that you could feel the pressure in your chest.

“be happy,” jeonghan murmured before walking out of the apartment.

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