Jan 8
90’s Byler… 🚬🚬
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90’s Byler… 🚬🚬
price who married for the sake of duty because he’s getting old and he’s always wanted to settle and start a family, and while there’s really no love between him and his wife he really does his best to be the greatest husband out there.
but you just have to come along, huh? stumbling into his life—the new barista in that local cafe that his wife swears is the best in the block—all pretty in your heartbreak—“i was so sure that i was going to marry him,” you told him one quiet night, your gaze faraway as you spun to john the love that you shared with your ex-boyfriend until he broke your heart with a confession that he’s yet to move on from his previous relationship—and your dependence, and john isn’t the cheating type. he swears he isn’t.
but you.
oh how you push so much of his buttons, tearing down his carefully fabricated reality to fill his life with unimaginable joy.
“leaving again, hun?” his wife asks, her meticulously plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“yeah,” john says, distracted as he fishes his keys from his coat. “just meeting the boys, y’know?”
she hums, hesitant, but john knows that he has nothing to be worried about—he’s been so careful, after all. still, he leans close and kisses her to wash away the remnants of her suspicions. and as he watches her eyes flutter close, john can’t help but think how your kisses taste a lot better with the way that they leave his stomach churning with undeniable giddy.
later, when you jump in his truck, john kisses you like a man starved to make up for his folly.
one day, he promises, i’ll marry you.
Nova’s into the energetic and reckless type?
…. *casually pushes Roddy towards her* … Have fun! *skips away*
Who do you think her endgame is?
CHAPTER 5
(CHRISTMAS SPECIAL)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71602701/chapters/197844866
oh my god, reader who tames killua behind closed doors???
slight nsfw (older ver.)
he's so full of himself, rude and impatient yet when he's alone with you, he's like an obedient dog, begging for your love, affection and forgiveness.
during a heated makeout session, your back pinned against the wall, his hands feverishly trying to rip off the fabric that hides your features, preventing him from outlining every curve from your perfect body with his observant dark blue eyes.
but you stop him by grabbing his chin and looking intently into his eyes with a no good grin. "you want me to take my shirt off?" You whisper. He nods. Your eyes narrow, "beg."
his blue eyes widen, pale cheeks turning a shade darker. The firmness and authority you held just from a single word, was mind-boggling, and absolutely fucking irritating. He grips your waist, his eyes darkening with impatience.
you shake your head, "tsk tsk." You firmly grip his chin again, forcing him to look you in the eye. His pupils dilate.
"I said beg, pretty boy."
killua can't help but stare at you in disbelief, the way you hypnotized him, tamed him undoubtedly to the point of submission completely sent him into a daze. The throbbing, aching boner growing through his sweats getting hard to ignore.
he can't help but feel a sense of... excitement being so thoroughly controlled by you.
his grip subsides, simply just resting on your waist. His dark eyes flicker into a soft, more vulnerable gaze. He whispers, "please princess, take it off."
you smile at him and nod, "of course I will, my pretty." He watches you begin to tug at the ends of your shirt with a sense of relief washing over him.
god if anyone saw him like this, he would surely die.
passes the fuck out
Omg why does it look so bad.. I wanted it to be touching and beautifuk and instead it’s. This. Sigh. Maybe I'll make a prettier one later in the future 😭 BUT OMG. THE SENTIMENT IS GENUINE PLZ YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME 💔💔💔 (its because my energy is actually channeling towards the MASTERPIECE in the drafts 😈😈😈) ... also its because I wanted this to be out the day of the update soooo
Nonsharing f/o!
Wrote the thing below the "see more" two months ago PFFFT but Im leaving it here still!! uh its a vent tho so if u don't want to read it no problem 👍👍 I had absolutely no idea where the update was heading and that had me feeling some type of way... as u might remember... mayhaps.... anyways. I have to say,, there were a couple of twists I didn't expect and as ANXIOUS as I was I still enjoyed it!! I liked the ending; it seemed fair and honestly it was quite the closing chapters (i.e the 13 14 15 beast yeast episodes) like PHEW. Feel free to ask my thoughts too in my askbox!! I would love to yap about it ^^
... now we just need to kill smc.
Jon took in another measured breath and Satin watched him inch in just slightly. He tilted his head up for Jon to give him a better angle. Their noses brushed. There was less than half an inch between them now. Satin could feel the warm puff of each breath he released against his face. Jon lingered there and Satin gave him all the time he needed. Jon’s eyes were searching his face, moving from his lips to his eyes to each feature before returning again to Satin’s lips.
Jon and Satin in A Slow Burning Fire part 14
guys guys, *reads the ink i scribbled on my palm at 3am* truck-kun went after sieun while receiving news via phone call about a potentially fatal fate about his ambiguously intimate, comatose significant other in the middle of a busy road. so according to 20 years of romance kdrama convention, whatever the fuck was going on between them in S1, and whatever confused, pining and guilt-ridden confession sieun was ready to risk it all for in his text messages in S2, *reads my other palm*, they're definitely lovers. thank you.