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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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“ Baby, it's 3:00 am ”

PAIRING—natasha romanoff x fem!reader

SUMMARY—A night out with Natasha will never not be a thing you need

WARNINGS—established relationship, pure fluff, non-sexual nudity (skinny-dipping), avenger!reader w/ powers connected to light, Natasha being absolutely in love

A/N—I'm just so gay for Natalia Alianovna Romanova

" really? what are you Rogers 2.0? " Natasha teased seeing you assault the punching bag, throwing continued punches with no plan on stopping.

" it's efficient in getting my feelings out, Natty " You answered back, not stopping your punches even as you feel the numbness of your knuckles and the ache on your legs as you've been at the gym for approximately two hours now.

" I wake up expecting to find you beside me, detka " responded Natasha, tilting her at your obviously stressed form.

" I'm fine "

" you're not fine "

" ... I—I'm not fine " you replied defeatedly, not continuing to your punch as you lean against the punching bag, knowing your girlfriend knew you all too well. Feeling tired and sweaty, you drop down on the gym floor, calming down your breathing as you feel the need for a cold beverage.

Natasha, in the perfect moment really did know you all too well, that you'd need a cold drink to soothe your thirst. She knew your habit, similar to the blonde supersoldier who used working out as an outlet for stress. She smiles as she sees your wide grin, feeling the cold can of cola she placed on your neck.

You smile at each other as her long wavy red hair slightly tickles your face, she looks down from her position, your face covered in sweat yet still finding you absolutely ethereal. You gaze into her beautiful green eyes from above, finding the view of her outlined by the single lamp lit on truly breathtaking. She could take your breath away more than a hundred push ups could ever.

Natasha and you drank the cold cans of cola while walking along the dark paths of the compound, after you took a quick shower. Accompanied by the little fireworks from your bare hands that serve as light. Even after three years of working with you and two years of being your lover, everything you did will always be fascinating to her.

You were everything to Natasha, her pillar, her compass that she'd get lost without, and even the freaking sun. The brightest ball of gas could never compare to the brightness you've given in her life, literally and figuratively.

You will always be extraordinarily beautiful in her eyes. You will always be her Солнце (sun).

Natasha stops abruptly making you halt as well, with a wide smile she uses her hands to mimic starting the engines of a motorcycle and lightly saying " chu chu ". You chuckle with how much your girlfriend knows you and laughing lightly at the mischievous grin she had. You knew her just as well as she knew you.

The low whispers of voices can be heard inside the garage as the red head borrows the super soldier's bike.

" Roger's is gonna be so mad at us, this is practically his baby "

" He'll sulk, but he'll be fine "

" yeahhh, you're the one dealing with his grumpy ass—not me "

" we're just borrowing it, detka "

" tell that to the old man, Natty "

The cold windy air engulfed your body as the two of you rode off to nowhere in particular at 12 AM. You put your hands above as you feel the cold air, a stream of light is produced as you use your powers. A long line of light with little sparkles like glitter but better. Natasha's view from the rear mirror was something straight up from a fairytale, like a dream she'd have when she was a kid.

She could see the light even in your eyes through your open helmet. She hopes she'll never see the sparks in your eyes go out.

She enjoys the calmness of the moment. It felt like it was only you and her right at the very second and she loved that. She wouldn't complain about everyone disappearing if you were with her. Maybe she'd miss Clint but she'd still love being with you without anybody else.

She only ever feels selfish with you, she can't help but not want to share you with the world because your the only person she truly has other than the family you two gained with the Avengers.

Natasha loved everything about you, your looks, your personality, your soft pink lips that felt like the apocalypse when it met hers. She loves every part of you, even the ones you said you hated but nothing about you would she ever hate.

How could she ever hate such a beautiful woman such as yourself? and when you don't feel like loving yourself, she'll love you enough for the both of you.

" what do you think? strawberry or oreo flavored ice cream? baby? " you asked, glancing away from the cold treats to not see your girlfriend on the same aisle as you were.

" get them both, oh! get the strawberry with vanilla one instead of pure strawberry " Nat replies while approaching you with a basket filled with candies and chocolates.

" babyyy, you're gonna make me fatter " you sulk playfully as you get both the oreo and strawberry mixed with vanilla tubs of ice cream

" you'd make a good pillow, my love " she says softly as she kisses your cheek, pulling back with a smile as she slaps your ass

" Natasha! " " I love you "

" you can't just say that every time you slap my poor butt ... i love you too " you say grumpily with a playful tone as you peck her lips while still glaring at her green eyes that contained nothing other than pure adoration for you.

" come on detka, let's pay for these "

" you go first, I'll grab some drinks for us " you say with a quick peck on her cheek as you push her forward

" Detka, you know coke is not good for you especially since you're acidic which is stupid, seriously? you're an avenger and your weakness is soda and coffee?? " she sternly says ignoring the cute puppy dog eyes you were pulling as you held a set of six cola cans

" that's not gonna work "

" please, Natty? just this once? "

" I already gave you one a while ago "

" that was one and a half hours ago! " you reply with a grumpy face that Natasha finds cute, she sighs knowing she can't ever say no to you.

" fine " she responds defeated by not being able to refuse you as she pulls more money from her wallet and hands it to the elderly woman who's behind the cashier who hides her laugh seeing the cute couple banter.

" I love you, my baby " you say with extra sweetness as you kiss her lips quickly while putting the drinks on the counter

" isn't my girlfriend just the best? " you said gleefully to the elder woman who smiled as she took the beverages you craved, you're never afraid to ever show off your girlfriend to anyone.

" you're lucky you're cute " Natasha says with a mischievous smile as she takes both your cheeks and lightly pulls them as you groan in annoyance but secretly loving it whenever she squeezes your chubby cheeks.

The elderly woman just smiles widely at the two as she scans the items Natasha paid for.

The couple exit the convenience store but not before saying their farewell to the nice elderly woman who gave them matching ring pops for free. Natasha remembered the beach that was only a couple miles away as the both of you secured your helmets.

" why not have a picnic at the beach, love? " you ask as you encircle your arms around her torso as she suggested the beach that's only a couple miles from where the two of you were, you relax with the feeling of the air hitting your face as Natasha drives.

Gummy worms and candies were everywhere, from the large jacket you owned that served as an improvised picnic mat to the sand. You laughed as Natasha hit you with another m&m while teasingly saying you were supposed to catch it, fighting back as you hit her right in the face with a long gummy worm.

You smile through the kiss she was giving as you taste the sugar and sourness of the candies you two consumed. Natasha quickly opened the tubs of ice cream for the two of you to eat before it melted. She bought plastic spoons before she went to the cashier

The peaceful scenery of the ocean waves reflecting the moon and the redhead that rested against your stomach as you supported your upper half using your felt so peaceful, so utterly peaceful and nothing could ever compare to the calmness you were feeling at the very moment. You grinned as you took another spoon of the cold dessert, almost empty as you ate it quickly.

Natasha silently sucks on one of the ring pops, cherry flavored lollipop that makes her red lips redder and sweeter than it already is. Every lick, you kiss her lips as she smiles with content as the blues of the ring pop you had mixed with flavors of her making a flavorful lilac kiss.

" why — don't — we — take — a small — swim " she says in-between the pecks you gave on her sweet soft lips that tasted like paradise.

" Baby, it's 3:00 AM " you reply laughing not believing Natasha's plan to go skinny dipping, you already knew she was planning on getting you naked soon enough. You knew her well enough to know she wouldn't just peacefully " swim " with you.

She just smiled as she stood up while unbuttoning the denim shorts she had on and pulling it down. The two discarded their clothes until they were only down to their underwear. You hugged her quickly as you felt the cold air hit your back. The warmth made you smile as the position was very intimate, her soft breasts against yours.

You looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. The slow glowing of your hands, a proof of what you felt on the inside, mirrored by your abilities that made Natasha smile.

She sometimes had doubts but as she saw your genuine feelings through your transparent self, she could see clearly that you loved her just as much as she loved you. She does insist she loves you more every now and then in which you answer back with “ impossible “.

The two soon enough went to the ocean, staying just a few feet away from dry land, just enough that it felt like the two of you floated away with the waves.

The ocean served as an escape, a few minutes away from everything, saving lives, doing missions. This was just you and her, two lovers taking a swim with the warm ocean waves as the full moon shined brightly framing the two women who are absolutely enamoured with each other.

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deepdowninmybones · 7 months

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I'm new in Turnadette world, but these two have work some magic on me.

Here is my first CtM fan-fiction...it's a Multi-chapter AU story starting during 12x05 (since the link is not working...we're going old-school: copy and paste...here below!)

For all those who wanted that test to be positive 💖

A SPECIAL THANKS TO @miss-ute THAT ENCOURAGED ME TO DIVE IN THIS ADVENTURE.

Everything is just as ought to be

Chapter 1 - Shall we open it?

Mid September

He came home late that night, still upset about Spencer Wray's story.

The lights were off, the house was quiet. He was tired, but he needed to let go of the flow of thoughts that had invested him in the last few days.

He sat at the table, in the dark, the smell of the stew that Shelagh made for dinner still in the air. He really needed moments like that, soothing his senses and stop being Dr Turner to get into the shoes of the man Patrick Turner, the husband, the father. He sighed with a half smile, realizing that truth to be told, that side of him had no less thoughts than his professional alter ego.

The husband... of his Shelagh. God, how he loved that woman! So petite but so extraordinarily strong, delicate and bold at the same time (oh so much bold sometime…). They'd been married for ten years now, but he hadn't still finished wondering how much he loved her.

That woman who only a few days before had stormed into the Maternity Home, demanding to speak to him in private. He knew right away that it was serious... and it really was. He barely had time to close the door of his office and sit down when Shelagh blurted:

"I'm pregnant, again."

And then…there was Patrick, the father.

Timothy's father, his 20-year-old son who had been involved and quite shocked by the consequences of schizophrenia of the young Wray. His first born, everyday more and more like him, physically and temperamentally, who was growing into a young man and at the same time was also beginning to face the dark side of the medical profession.

Angela's father, his angel girl, to whom they would sooner rather than later have to disclose her whole story... reveal her about the special way she became part of their unique family.

May's father, who he loved so much that he was breathless at the thought that at any moment someone could come and tear her from their lives.

Teddy's father, their miracle, so like Shelagh in features and so like to him in character. A little rascal that with his funny faces could always make them smile, but at the same time a very sensitive and attentive kid, especially to his sisters and his mommy.

And...

He couldn't help it, the thought of a new baby possibly joining their family filled him with joy. He hadn't hesitated for a moment to be happy about it, not even when Shelagh had taken it out on him, her voice broken by tears, saying she was afraid she wouldn't make it because she was too old and too tired, that the house wasn't big enough, that they might not be enough. Of course they'll be enough! They will always be enough!

The sound of footsteps descending the stairs roused him from his thoughts. He knew those footsteps very well. He looked up and saw her coming down, wrapped in her blue robe.

"I couldn't sleep. The results of the test has arrived today…but I didn't open the envelope yet."

"I couldn't sleep either. You weren't in bed and I missed you" said her, going down the last few steps.

"Come here," he invited her with a smile, extending his hand towards hers than he kissed softly the back of her hand.

That gentle hand of his was her refuge and protection. Of course she was still scared (terrified to be honest) of what could happen from now on, but she knew deep down her heart that with him by her side she could face any storm, they had already done it in the past. They did it every day. They would do it again, no matter what.

She sat on the other side of the table, grabbed his other hand. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling tenderly.

"So…Shall we open it?" asked him.

"Oh Patrick, what if…"

"Shelagh, whatever the result, we will face it and we'll be fine."

He put his right hand in his jacket, taking off the envelope. She got up from the chair, approaching him. Patrick made her sit on his lap. They opened it together, their hands trembling, then Shelagh pulled out the sheet of paper with the result stamped from the lab.

In the center, typed, in capital letters well marked, there was written POSITIVE.

"Oh Patrick!…a baby.." stated Shelagh in a whisper

"A baby…" echoed Patrick, smiling.

"Am I allowed to be scared?"

"Shelagh, darling…you can, of course. But do know that everything is just as ought to be, because we have everything a family could want." reassured her by holding her in a warm embrace.

After a moment of silence, he softly added "And am I allowed to be happy?"

His question drew a smile on her face.

"Of course you can. I know you are happy. And I want you to know that, despite all my fears, I am too."

Overwhelmed by the emotions, they head to their bedroom still holding hands.

Once slipped into bed, they spent a few more minutes in each other arms, enjoying the moment. Before falling asleep Patrick whispered in her ear "Once more, we did it against all the odds my love".

#turnadette #call the midwife #ctm fanfic #shelagh turner #patrick turner #turner kiddies

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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Hi! Can you please do 51 from the prompt list with jay halstead?

51. “You’re cold, take my jacket.” (I changed this slightly, but it's the same premise.)

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

If there were one thing you retained from your childhood, then it's the fact that if someone tells you that you'd be cold and should bring a jacket and you ignore them, then you won't admit you're cold. Was it petty? Sure, but that was the way you were raised, and you refused to change that because at the end of the day, not proving someone right is far more gratifying than acquiescing. You refused to conform.

Which was the exact reason why Jay was annoyed at you right now.

Currently, you and Jay were standing at a park, trying to observe an exchange going down. It was frantic and rushed as you got the Intel, so you forgot to grab your coat on the way out. When Jay noticed you weren't wearing a jacket, he mentioned it, but you replied that you'd be fine. He gave you a look of question, but now that you voiced that you'd be fine, you weren't turning back

Which brings you to this moment where you're absolutely, extraordinarily freezing, but you won't do anything about it.

"I'm sure you could run to the truck and grab a hoodie that I keep in case of emergencies," Jay proposes, noticing how far deep into your pant pockets your hands are shoved.

It was cold, unusually cold, even for Jay in his winter jacket and sweater and scarf and gloves. He can only imagine how cold you are in your sweater and jeans with a thin cardigan.

"Jay, we're here to work, so let's just work and not worry about anything else," you tell your partner.

"I can see your breath, thats how cold you are," Jay points out.

"I can see your breath, so that's how cold it is in general."

He sighs. "Why won't you just let me get the hoodie for you?"

"Because I'm not cold," you say, bitter, through your teeth clattering. You were cold, and you wished you didn't have your stubborn tendencies.

"Fine," Jay says, eyes scanning the park. "I'm going to make a small loop around the park to see if I see anything. Keep your radio on."

You nod and keep your position in tact. Stealthily, your eyes follow Jay as he walks away before you lose sight of him as he walks amongst some trees. You turn your head away and let a shiver run through your body.

It's a few minutes later, and you still haven't seen your suspect, but you jump when you feel a jacket drape over your shoulders with two large hands grip your shoulders.

"Put it on," Jay commands.

"Jay, I'm fine."

"I don't care. Put it on. I'm tired of watching you shiver. Stop being stubborn and put on the hoodie."

You don't say anything as you slip it on and let the warmth encapsulate you. "Thank you."

"Your stubbornness is going to be the death of me," Jay mutters but doesn't notice your confused look.

You'd figure out what that means another time.

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

#claudia's debut season of heartfirst writing #claudia writes #jay halstead #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagines #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd #op: 2022

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frozenbound · 9 months

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requesting one where sojiro is tired of hanzo and genji stealing each others boytoys and decides to do the adult thing and "confiscate" their toys until they make up

Oooo, what a great prompt! I haven't had the chance to write Sojiro for a while, so I'm glad he's back!

And when you say that Hanzo and Genji should make up... ;)

Thanks for the request, Anon!

Sojiro confiscating the boytoys, coming right up under the Read More!

“Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!”

“Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!”

Sojiro sighed, finished typing his sentence, then waved the holoscreen away and stood up. He walked to the window and looked down into the gardens, and sure enough, there were Hanzo and Genji, both striking at each other with enough fury that shadows danced and waved under the flames of their fury all around them despite the afternoon sun above.

On the fringes of their fight, looking aghast and fretful, were what’s-his-name and what’s-his-name…C…C…Cowboy and L…L…Lucy. Lucy? That didn’t sound right, but it was close. Cowboy and Lucy were running back and forth, waving their arms and shouting, giving no heed whatsoever to either their nudity or Hanzo and Genji’s.

Sojiro grimaced with some real frustration.

It was obvious what had happened: Genji and Hanzo had snuck away with the other’s boytoy of the day and had, in true brotherly fashion, picked a spot for their illicit liaison that just happened to be within earshot of each other.

Sojiro could almost hear the argument that must have happened just before it had devolved into a dragon battle.

“I’m the elder brother! He’s mine by right of birth!”

“You have so many boyfriends, Hanzo! You can’t let me have two or three?!”

It was always the same theme, with depressingly little variation.

Sojiro had had enough, especially when the underlying problem was plain to see and extraordinarily easy to solve.

So he marched from his office to the “guest” quarters, with its increasingly crowded and permanent population, threw open the door to the main recreation room, and barked, “Clothes off and follow me! Now!”

Some, like the giant R…R…like the giant scrambled to their feet, dropped their trousers (because what was the use of ever wearing a shirt or underwear in Shimada Castle, honestly?), and lined up. Others, like the two supersoldiers who Sojiro really should remember because they had done something notable fairly recently, glanced at each other and came more slowly, like cats trying to convince their owner that they came because they chose, not because they were called.

But they came, because even they could see that Sojiro had something akin to fury in his face, and frankly he would be furious if anyone other than his beloved sons was engaging in such reckless and juvenile behavior.

They were 28 and 25, for heaven’s sake, yet there they were, fighting in the garden like a couple of toddlers.

When they were all nude and in a line, Sojiro whipped around and stalked down the hallway towards the garden door, the padding and thudding of many bare feet supporting hundreds of pounds of muscle following behind.

If there was any confusion amongst the collection of men his sons had amassed, it disappeared the instant Sojiro swung the door open and blue and green flashes of light greeted them all, along with the shouts and yells of his two overly dramatic sons.

There was a murmur behind him, and Sojiro clenched his jaw at the thought of how much his sons were embarrassing themselves, but that’s why they were the children and he was the father, he supposed.

He led the troupe almost into the fight itself. Lucy and the cowboy were still flitting about its edges, cupping their hands around their mouths and shouting, “C’mon, darling, I’m sorry! It’s my fault! Please, baby, come back, calm down, I’m sorry, alright, I’m sorry!”

But neither of his sons paid heed.

They would pay heed to nothing, lost as they were in a hurricane of rushing wind and clanging swords and blue and green light.

Nothing except…

“Ryūjin ga waga teki o hofuru!”

Red.

Red, red, red.

Blue and green faded away and everything, everything was red.

Sojiro didn’t need his dragons to stay long; his sons were on their knees, heads bowed, in an instant.

His dragons rolled their eyes, snuffled at Sojiro’s hair and beard for a moment, checking up on him while they had a chance, and then faded away, and the world was muted and silent as the red seeped out and left everything pale and washed out in comparison to its brilliance.

Sojiro folded his arms and looked sternly down at his sons.

They were nude, of course, having been interrupted mid-coitus, but despite the ferocity of their battle and the fear gripping their hearts, both of which made them breathe heavily, their muscled shoulders rising and falling, their penises stood proud and tall and weeping and leaking.

Sojiro shook his head, just a little.

It was high time to stop this maddening, endless dance.

“Hanzo,” he said severely.

“Father, I…”

“Genji.”

Both of his sons flinched.

If Sojiro was angry with Genji, then his patience was truly at an end.

“You two have used your balls as your brains for far too long,” Sojiro thundered. “I have had enough. Since you can’t stop squabbling over your entourages, I have no choice but to make them my entourage until I am convinced you have returned to your senses.”

“What?!” Genji screeched, daring to look up, his face contorted with anger and dismay. “Dad! You can’t do…”

Then he looked stricken and dropped his wide eyes back to the ground.

Sojiro was indulgent towards his younger son, but there were lines even he couldn’t cross.

“Look at me,” Sojiro said quietly.

Hanzo immediately raised his eyes, resolute if still somewhat fearful and even ashamed, but Genji struggled to do the same.

“Genji!” Sojiro snapped.

Genji slowly looked up, face pale.

“Do not,” Sojiro growled, making his wrath plain, “look away.”

And he turned on his heel, marched to his sons’ largest concubine, looked him up and down, and pointed at the ground. “Will you be comfortable lying here?” he asked, switching to a friendly and earnest tone, “Or should I go get a blanket?”

The giant man, who had been standing almost at attention with his hands behind his back, immediately produced a large and thick picnic blanket that he’d been hiding.

Sojiro smiled.

Handsome, gigantic, and intelligent.

He gestured at the ground and the giant man laid the blanket out and laid down on his back.

Sojiro stepped over his hips, bent over and felt between his asscheeks and sighed as he pulled out his buttplug.

He had been saving himself for Kimura tonight, but what had to be done had to be done.

So he slowly crouched and breathed out as the giant man’s cockhead, which felt as big as his fist and probably actually was, pressed insistently at the rim of muscle guarding his entrance. He could feel himself straining even after being stretched by the plug, but he let out a hiss of success as it passed into him, stretching him wide, oh-so-wide, and penetrated deep into his guts as he slid down until he was seated on the giant man’s neatly-trimmed pubes.

He leaned back and laid flat on the giant man’s impressive chest, feeling himself rise and fall with each of his breaths.

“Now…” he mused, scanning his sons’ boyfriends, “Ah, yes, you, Akande. Come here and ride me.”

Akande snorted, but he walked forward. He eyed the base of the gigantic cock below Sojiro, and pausing just long enough to pretend that he wished he was topping rather than bottoming, despite how hard and leaking he was, he mirrored Sojiro’s actions and sank down onto Sojiro, breathing out a breath of sheer pleasure as Sojiro’s large cock disappeared inside him.

Sojiro took a moment to revel in the heat, the smell of sweat, and the tight confines that his body both enjoyed and provided.

Then his eyes snapped to the two men who had instigated this most recent crisis.

They stood quietly by, hands clasped in front of them as though it was somehow their fault that his sons were acting so childishly, but he held no ill will toward them.

That wouldn't stop him from making an example of them.

"Come here," he commanded, and the tall cowboy and the short…was he a DJ? Soijiro was fairly sure he was a DJ…looked at each other but came forward.

Sojiro looked from one to the other, thinking, then said to Lucy, "Sit on his face," gesturing at the giant man, whose giant tongue would do well to fuck that beautiful ass. Then, addressing the cowboy, he gestured at Akande and said, "Try to deep throat him. If you can."

Lucy had flushed, relieved and excited, at Sojiro’s command. The cowboy’s eyes flashed at the challenge and strutted forward confidently.

It was no surprise that they were currently Genji and Hanzo's respective favorites…nor was it a surprise, when Lucy impishly ground down hard onto the giant man's face and the wide, red tongue waiting for him, and when the cowboy made a little choked sound when he got only two-thirds down Akande’s incredible length before determinedly getting the rest in his mouth, that Hanzo and Genji would covet the other’s toy.

Even though they each had plenty more to choose from.

"You, the supersoldiers," Sojiro called out over the slurping noises coming from the cowboy and from under Lucy, "Worship me, starting with these pecs that rival yours. You, the medic: I need something in my mouth. And you, the plant guy: fill every hole that isn't currently occupied. Including yours. But not theirs," he spat, glancing at his sons just before he clamped his lips around the tasty, dripping treat that the medic…Bap? Was his name just Bap?...offered him.

The men all around him took that as their cue to speak freely.

"Well, well, Cassidy," Alande groaned, sounding inordinately pleased as he took hold of the cowboy’s…Cassidy’s head. "At long last, here you are, where you belong."

Cassidy had just enough time for an annoyed huff before Akande began pistoning into his mouth, making his throat bulge with each stroke even as he ground down on Sojiro’s cock spearing him open…but the cowboy remained where he was, eyes watering, jaw slack.

"Mm, Rein," Lucy moaned, gyrating his hips slowly, "that's it, loosen me up, get me ready. Your tongue's as big as most cocks, so it'll feel just fine going up inside me."

The two supersoldiers gave each other a sardonic look, but then they got down to business, lapping at Sojiro’s nipples with gusto before, with genuine appreciation, following the red lines of his tattoos over the acres and acres of muscle he had cultivated over the years.

The plant guy…Near…Near? That might be from a classic show of some sort, actually…Near was talented enough that both supersoldiers, Cassidy, and Reinhardt all gasped as one as his holographic creations, somehow wet and slick and slippery, dove into their assholes simultaneously, thin at first but rapidly thickening until they were all panting and gasping with pleasure at the thick girths stretching them as open as Reinhardt stretched Sojiro.

It amused Sojiro that Near knew Reinhardt’s dimensions exactly.

Sojiro could see that because the clever man had used his plant-like creations to sling himself in the air directly over Sojiro so that he had a clear view of the vine pumping in and out of his pretty ass.

He could give his sons this: they knew how to pick them.

But now they had nothing at all…or so they thought.

As he slurped and tongued at Bap’s cock, paying special attention to a spot on the underside that made him gasp deliciously, Sojiro looked over at Hanzo and Genji.

Their shoulders were still rising and falling, no doubt breathing heavily out of frustration and arousal as they obeyed their father and watched their toys pleasure him with rapt attention…

…except…

…when one brother glanced at the other’s raging, weeping erection.

Sojiro rolled his eyes.

The problem was so plain, so obvious.

Still. Out of fear of his wrath, Hanzo and Genji would remain there forever if they had to, so it was up to him to give them one last push.

But they could stand to wait a little bit longer.

Reinhardt’s cock was punching so deep into him, and Akande’s guts were so hot and tight around him, and the supersoldiers were moaning and groaning so sweetly, their hot breaths flowing across his skin, and Cassidy’s mouth and throat and Lucy’s ass sounded so slopping wet, and Near was such a beautiful sight above him.

His sons should learn to appreciate what they had before he pointed out what had been right in front of them the entire time.

Reinhardt groaned beneath him, the sound reverberating through Sojiro like a vibrating mattress, and warmth bloomed and flooded into Sojiro, setting his nerves on fire, especially when the giant man lanced one last time directly at his prostate.

He had little choice to do anything but grab into Akande’s hips and slam him down, straining to plunge as far inside as possible as he released his own completion into him, which, of course, pushed Akande over the edge with a yell as he did exactly the same with Cassidy’s skull, burying himself to the hilt and bending over, eyes wide and mouth agape, as the cowboy desperately swallowed around the thick girth spurting into his throat.

Then, suddenly, it was raining men…’s semen, as Cassidy, Lucy, the supersoldiers, and Near all cried out (except for the cowboy, whose mouth was full), and hot drops were falling all around, covering Sojiro’s red ink and graying beard with translucent pearly white.

By the time it stopped, he could have hardly gotten a different result if he had poured bucketfuls over himself; he was absolutely drenched.

Wonderful.

He might have to invent some excuse to confiscate his sons’ toys more often…if they hadn’t learned to share, at any rate.

But they might.

Akande let out a pleased grumble as he let the cowboy slide off his cock and carefully stood, extending a big hand to Sojiro to help him dismount Reinhardt.

Once Sojiro was on his feet, he nodded to all the men in turn in both thanks and approval as they watched semen stream down the lines and curves of his muscular body with awe.

Then he turned toward his sons.

They were still kneeling, still watching, and still rockhard.

Sojiro shook his head.

Then he said, gently, “You know....”

Both of them stiffened, expecting more harsh words.

“I have only confiscated your toys. I haven’t confiscated your brother.”

Their jaws dropped.

Sojiro smiled encouragingly.

They turned towards each other, eyes wide and searching…and still glancing down at the other’s straining, twitching erections.

Then, in a split second, they were rolling around on the ground, arms wrapped tight around each other, tasting the other’s mouth with the feverish pace of starving men.

Sojiro shook his head.

Problem solved.

He turned away and started walking toward the house, walking through the crowd of men staring at the brothers, some looking shocked and others, particularly the supersoldiers, looking like they had expected this.

Just as he passed Lucy, however, he heard the young man say to himself, sounding dejected, “I guess…they won’t be needing us anymore.”

Sojiro clapped a hand on his defined, thick shoulder. “Of course they will,” he said warmly, smiling down at him. “Perhaps not for a few days, or a week or two; they’ve been dancing around each other their entire lives, after all. But once they’ve settled, they’ll need someone to highfive over. They’ve always wanted to do the Eiffel Tower.”

Lucy brightened, looking immensely comforted.

“In the meantime,” Sojiro continued, “I have still technically confiscated you. All of you,” he added, raising his voice. “Come. I need you all to lick me clean, then scrub me clean in the baths.”

Tearing their eyes away from the spectacle, all his sons’ boytoys obediently followed, perhaps feeling grateful towards Sojiro for relieving a great pressure in their lives.

They should be grateful, Sojiro thought with a little self-aggrandizement.

And he knew exactly how they could show it.

#anon #asks #requests #my stories #sojiro shimada #shimadacest #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #reinhardt wilhelm #gabriel reyes #soldier 76 #jack morrison #lúcio correia dos santos #niran pruksamanee #akande ogundimu #doomfist #cole cassidy #baptiste

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The Roots - Things Fall Apart

The early 00s would see lightning quick evolution in hip hop and this album represents both the foundation on which those changes would take place and the last hurrah of 90s alt hip hop scene. And what a cast of features! Common, Most Def, Erykah Badu, J Dilla, and what I believe is Beanie Sigel's first appearance ever. Almost all up and comers who were hitting the turning point in their career and are now legends. All of this glosses over how well constructed Questlove's beats are and how well Black Thought and Malik B interact with them.

The Meters - Look-Ka Py Py

A great collection of funk grooves from the inventors of the groove. The influence on 70s funk is obvious but I tend to think of The Meters as the sample pack from which the golden age of hip hop is crafted. Taking these songs on their own merit isn't difficult though. Smooth organs, extremely tight punchy drums, and crisp choppy guitar. This album is the essence of funk. The platonic ideal of funkiness.

CHIC - Risqué

Disco is an unfairly maligned genre. The hate was manufactured by racist homophobes who had too much stock tied up in both rock radio as an industry and as an outlet for toxic masculinity. But the meme lives on. Twisted and malformed as only a meme can be. Leave your preconceptions behind and listen with an open mind. You may find that the link between this album and hip hop run deeper than just the bassline from Good Times. You might find that even disregarding the influence on future 'cooler' genres this is just extraordinarily good music. Risqué in particular finds just the right balance of bass and string swells to make the songs engaging to at home listeners and club goers alike.

Credence Clearwater Revival - Cosmo's Factory

A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, a dash of psychedelia, and various other herbs and spices and you've got CCR brewing. Fogerty's raspy voice is the perfect compliment to the down home bayou vibe. Although this album is the most polished of their output the production values don't get in the way of the raw soul and heart. In fact it might be one of the best production jobs in rock music. And of course, it must be said, if you have not heard their epic 11 minute cover of I Heard It Through The Grapevine then you haven't heard one of the best songs ever recorded.

Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - Going To A Go-Go

Have I mentioned that I really love Motown yet? This is a really solid collection of Smokey Robinson's soulful songwriting. Really anything I've said about the Motown sound goes here as well so I won't be repetitive. This album is made up of song after song that could have been another artist's biggest hit.

Bob Dylan - Love and Theft

Y'know 500 isn't actually that many albums. And Bob Dylan has, like other albums. Better and more important ones. I'm not saying Love and Theft is bad, but is it really one of the 500 greatest albums of all time? How uh many Dylan albums did you put on here guys? Didya get Nashville Skyline, Desire, Before the Flood, John Wesley Harding, Planet Waves, Another Side? All better albums from the deeper recesses of his discography.

The Beach Boys - Wild Honey

W-what? really? I don't... Uh... I mean it's not a bad album at all. It's just. It's like. If there's a Beach Boys album that I forget exists it's this one. Um okay I'll review it for real though. So after the collapse of the Smile project the Beach Boys were left in a weird place. Brian Wilson had become even more reclusive and tension was high. The end result was Wild Honey, an album that clocks in at only 24 minutes and sounds more like bedroom pop than any Beach Boys record before it. It kinda works though, it feels hazy and tired and constricted. It feels warm but unlike previous records this isn't the warmth of the sun on a beach, it's the stuffy heat of a too small apartment with only one window in the summer.

The Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead

In under a year The Grateful Dead went from twenty minutes psychedelic jam sessions to three minutes country rock songs. This was their first album in that country style and it's unbelievable how natural they sound. You would never guess that 69s Live/Dead and 70s Workingman's Dead could ever be the same band. Although I think it's overshadowed by American Beauty which they released only five months later this still marks the biggest turning point in their career.

#500 album gauntlet #the roots #the meters #chic #creedence clearwater revival #smokey robinson & the miracles #bob dylan #the beach boys #the grateful dead

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Uh I don't know if you're still taking prompts but I'm dying to read something where Ethan finds out Benji has tattoos (just likes Simon's) and Ethan is all ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡(ӦｖӦ｡) I even have some fanart in my blog or at Instagram @ biablioteca xoxo

hi!! thank you for the prompt :D this took me a while to answer, my apologies for that hhhhhhhh. the fanart is here if anyone wants to check it out, it's really good!!

without further ado, the fic, 1448 words long. enjoy!!

read on ao3!!

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tattoos [that i didn't know you had]

“Hey,” Benji whispers. Ethan tilts his head towards Benji, acknowledging him. They’re curled up in the back of a van with Jane; Will’s driving and Ilsa’s sitting next to him. Jane is asleep on Ethan’s shoulder, the white bandages around her leg bright in the dim light of the van. They’re returning from a mission, a long, exhausting one and it required all of Ethan’s team, excluding Luther, who was on his honeymoon.

“I think I’ve been shot,” Benji tells Ethan quietly, and Ethan jerks up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten. Jane groans as he dislodges her.

“What?” Ethan hisses. “Benji-”

Benji understands. “Bullet went through me. I’m bleeding quite a lot. Um, it was numb, but not anymore. I’ve got a cloth bunched up against it.”

Ethan knocks on the sliding door between the storage and driver’s seat. “Will,” he says loudly. Ilsa slides the door open and pokes her head through.

“What?”

“Benji’s been shot. Drive faster.”

Ilsa’s eyes widen; she’s clearly too tired to police her emotions. She nods and a moment later, the van moves faster with a screech.

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Benji’s almost passed out by the time they reach the safe house. Ilsa helps her girlfriend limp inside the house, while Will rushes inside to get the first aid kit ready. Ethan half carries Benji, stumbling through the cold night air into the house as lights flicker on inside.

Jane’s collapsed on a chair, her face pale and sweaty. Her bandages need changing, and Ilsa notes Ethan’s glance at them before grabbing a pile of bandages and handing Jane a flask of whiskey she downs in a gulp.

Ethan winces as Benji moves away the bloody cloth he’d been clutching to his side, revealing his bloody flannel. It’s soaked through.

“How did it take you so long to tell me about this,” Ethan asks, concealing his anger.

Benji shrugs. “Jane was shot. Her wound was more lethal. Forgot about mine.”

“You forgot- how did you-” Ethan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond measure. How did Benji just, forget about his fucking gunshot wound. Ethan wants to punch something.

Will enters the living room, carrying a tray with needles, thread, scissors and alcohol. “Remove your flannel,” he says testily. He looks harried, in a way Will rarely does.

Benji looks up at Ethan, and Ethan, helpless in the face of his eyes, removes the flannel gently. He blinks in surprise at what it reveals, Benji has tattoos.

Ethan stares at them as Will stitches Benji up, Benji’s hand crushing his. They twine around Benji’s left shoulder and the top of his arm, not going beyond where a shirt would. They’re designs Ethan can’t quite make out, but they’re gorgeous. There’s another on Benji’s collarbone, surrounding the delicate bone. It’s partially covered by Benji’s tank top, and Ethan shocks himself with how much he wants to see the rest of it, and any other tattoos Benji might be hiding.

“Done,” Will interrupts Ethan’s train of thought, and Benji lets go of Ethan’s hand, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and Ethan lets out a chuckle. “I’m never getting shot again.”

“I think that would be a bit difficult, with our line of work,” Will says, amused. He lets out a yawn, and so does Benji.

“Bed?” Ethan asks softly. Benji nods. Will takes his leave, heading up to the room he’s claimed as his own. Ilsa waves at them before picking up Jane, who’s too tired to protest, and climbing up the stairs.

Ethan presumes they’re heading to the second bedroom. He smiles at Ilsa and moves to the sofa, pulling it out and working on turning it to a bed. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he starts, keeping his voice as casual as he can.

Benji starts. “These little things?”

Ethan wouldn’t call them little, exactly, they cover Benji’s shoulder and collarbone, and there’s another one on Benji’s right arm. “Yeah.”

“I got them at Oxford,” Benji says, a light smile dancing on his face. “Stupid dare. Asked the artist to do them so they’d be covered by my t-shirts. Looks like he did his job pretty well, huh? The best spy in the IMF didn’t know I had tattoos.”

Ethan grins at Benji, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes. “Not my fault I’ve never seen you in anything but geeky shirts and flannels.”

“You just had to ask,” Benji says, careless as anything, before turning bright red. “I- not that I would just undress for anyone, I mean, like, it’s-”

Ethan pats Benji’s shoulder. “Benj,” he says warmly, and Benji stutters to a stop.

“Thanks,” Benji says, relaxing.

Ethan helps Benji up and into the bed, before sliding in next to him. “I think they’re cool,” he whispers.

A flush overtakes Benji’s face. “Thanks,” he replies, sounding pleased.

Ethan offers him a small smile, before leaning over to flick off the lights.

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The second time Ethan sees Benji’s tattoos, they’re on a mission slash vacation in Costa Rica. Ethan’s team had been sent to track the movements of an American on the CIA’s Most Wanted list, but he’d left before they could catch him. The hotel they’d booked was for a week, and Ethan managed to coerce the IMF into allowing them to stay and make use of the money that went into the mission.

Jane and Ilsa had their own room, of course, and Will claimed a single for himself. Ethan and Benji had a double to themselves, with two queen sized beds.

“Heaven,” Benji groans, from his bed. He’s sprawled out on it, his shirt riding up a little, revealing a sliver of skin. Ethan swallows and looks away.

“I’m going to hit the beach,” he tells Benji, who makes some grunting noises, not moving from where he looks like he’s trying to bury himself in his bed.

Ethan chuckles and shakes his head, fond, before heading to the bathroom to change and gather his things. He leaves Benji, who’s curled up in a little ball on the bed, to his own devices, and thinks he deserves some sun and a good hour or two with his paperback.

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Ethan’s about 40 pages into his book when he sees Benji. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops a little, because, well, wow.

Benji’s shirtless, and he’s built [which isn’t a shock, really; Ethan’s always been able to see the lines of his lean body under his tighter t-shirts], but it’s the tattoos that take his breath away.

They cover his entire torso and chest, curving around the muscles carefully. Ethan is pretty sure the tattoos are vines, and they look stunning in the sunlight, enhancing Benji’s build. Ethan is up and moving towards Benji without a second thought, and Benji grins at him.

“Hey,” he says, once Ethan is in earshot. Ethan doesn’t say anything, and Benji’s smile turns a little bemused. Ethan stops once he’s close enough to Benji that if he took one more step and leant forward a little-

Anyways.

His hands flutter around Benji’s skin, not touching, just, hovering. “Little?” Ethan breathes in disbelief.

Benji realizes Ethan’s looking at his tattoos. “Oh. Yeah. Those ones happened later. Took me about five sessions to get it done. Extraordinarily painful.”

Ethan exhales slowly. “Can I-” he moves his hands jerkily. He’s just understood how close to Benji he’s standing.

“Yeah,” Benji nods, studying Ethan with a small frown on his face.

Ethan touches the beginning of the first vine with a finger, and when Benji doesn’t say anything, he continues, tracing the path of the twining plant around Benji’s body. He’s careful, avoiding the scars and bruises. Ethan ends up on the design on his collarbone, and he looks up, into Benji’s eyes.

He can’t read them; he doesn’t know what Benji is going to do or say. Ethan moves to step back, but Benji whispers “Ethan,” and he stops.

Benji slides a hand under his chin [their height difference makes it easier for him to do that,] and tilts Ethan’s head up a little.

Ethan gives in to his impulses. He leans in, and presses his lips to Benji’s.

Benji kisses back immediately, sliding his hands around Ethan’s waist and closing the tiny distance between their bodies. Ethan gets a hand on Benji’s cheek and another pressed on his chest

Later, Ethan will trace the tattoos again, Benji will tell him the stories of how he got them, and Ethan will place a light kiss to all of them. They’ll share a queen-sized bed.

But for now, they stay there, kissing deeply, the sun burning the back of Ethan’s neck.

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yes i KNOW the ending isnt very great hjfhkjshdsjk but here u go anyways :)

thanks for reading!!

#benthan #mission: impossible #mission impossible #mi #benji x ethan #ethan x benji #my writing #prompt answers

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Gift exchange

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve forgotten about your Christmas company party. Even worse you forgot to get a gift for the “not so secret Santa” - your company’s tradition. Wanna top it? Make it even worse? No problem. The person you were supposed to get a gift for? Your crush. Defsoul - the most talented, kindest and hottest person alive. What are you going to do now?

pairing: Lim Jaebeom (Defsoul) x reader

genre: smut, fluff, Jaebeom is a producer, Y/N is a manager

warnings: smut: daddy kink, light choking, ass play; foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 4989

A/N: TFW you try to write a GOT7 reaction, and you end up with one-shot. I know I’m kinda late with whole christmas theme but i wrote it last night and figured out I could post it anyway.

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You barely got to shut your eyes before your alarm tore you up from your dreams. It was nine in the morning, and you went to sleep at six AM because of your work. You groaned as you shuffled in bed cursing your job, three hours of sleep was not enough for anyone. Being manager of K-pop girl group was hard enough but being the manager in December when there was award show after award show and festivals - that was a nightmare. To other people December was equal to Christmas, gifts, parties, New Year's Eve but to you, it was synonymous with constant state of tiredness, your biggest wish right now was to spent Christmas break alone, just you and your bed. You sighed as you dragged yourself to shower. Girls had only slept for 5 hours, and you felt bad for them — not only were they invited to each award show that existed they also just have had a comeback. You could see how exhausted they were and yet your superiors still pushed for them to go to some stupid TV show on Christmas Eve. You got yourself ready and went to pick them up and get them to set.

The recording went smoothly, and you were already daydreaming about coming home early and passing out on your bed. It was six PM already, but you still had to drive girls home and step into the office for a bit. You sighed you'd be home eight PM at best - well it was still better than coming home at two or three AM. You were about to go and thank everyone for their hard work when your phone vibrated. It was your best friend and coworker.

"Hey Inha. What's up?"

"I wanted to check if you remember about the company party tonight."

You hit your forehead and groaned.

"OMG! You forgot! Have you bought a gift at least?"

"No..." you whined. You wanted to die. You had so much work lately that you've absolutely forgotten about that party — it was for staff only and each year you'd drew lots to pick the person you were supposed to give a gift to. It wasn't even secret Santa your boss simply came to conclusion that gift exchange would help out with forming friendships...

"Girl... Do you at least remember who you drew?"

Of course you remembered. How could you not. This was your lucky year, you got Defsoul the hottest, kindest and most talented person working for your label. You had a small crush on him since that day he gave up his coffee for you. You were falling asleep standing while girls were recording their vocals, and he chuckled at you before telling you to sit by him and drink some coffee. It probably meant nothing to him but that was one of the most stressful weeks in your life, and you weren't sleeping at all during that time — ITZY were about to make a debut, and you couldn't stop worrying over it. You remember how touched you were by this simple gesture, after all no one ever gave you coffee, usually you were the one getting it for other people. His looks certainly didn't help with your hopeless crush. He was H O T and not even simply hot, more like "I-look-like-an-idol" hot. He had a black mullet, piercing under his eye, he also had his nose and ears pierced to make matters worse for you he also had most hypnotizing almost feline-like eyes. Honestly you wondered why didn't he become an idol with a face and talent like that. After that one time, he would buy you a coffee whenever he had seen you and you two became somewhat close - you'd swing over his studio when girls had to train and talk about everything and nothing. He told you about his cats, his favorite restaurants, his passion for taking pictures and well you mostly told him about your job since you basically didn't have any private life - it really felt pathetic. He even took your photo once - telling you that the picture would help him later when he would be looking for inspiration (it is a mystery till this day how you haven't fainted that evening). One day you were waiting for girls to finish up their dance practice and fell asleep on one of the benches — it was difficult day for you since you haven't slept for twenty hours already (you had to fight off some crazy sasaengs and didn’t sleep whole night keeping an eye on their dorm — some would say you were overdoing it, but to you members of ITZY were like your little sisters). You woke up in his studio on his couch. He carried you there while you were asleep and tucked you in, covering you with his jacket. You were extremely embarrassed, apologetic and thankful at the same time. He chuckled at you before saying that it was okay and forced you to promise that you'd oversleep to work the very next day. Inha claimed he had a crush on you since he never treated her with the same kindness or anyone really. But you knew better, he was a good colleague. A good, extraordinarily attractive colleague you wanted to kiss and lick and...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N??" your friend snapped you from your thoughts.

"I have to go Inha! Thank you for reminding me! Love you!" You checked the time, there was no way you'd manage to drive girls back, buy a gift, get ready for a party and do all that without being late. You sighed you will have to improvise. You drove off girls and came back rushing straight to your apartment. The party started at 10 PM and you had to shower, somehow fix your sleep-deprived face and figure out how you're going to apologize to Def... You were home a few minutes before 8 rushing into your bedroom - at least you knew what you were going to wear. That would be the most expensive, or more like the only expensive piece of clothing you had — a birthday gift from girls. It was an oversized tuxedo jacket from Alexander Wang and you haven't worn it yet. You tried it on, it had quite deep cleavage, and exposed a lot of your legs, but you figured it would be ok for tonight. You smoothed out black velvety material before stepping out of it. You still had to shower and do your makeup. An hour later you were looking at yourself in the mirror — the mask Inha got you really helped out with bags under your eyes. You did good with makeup as well: it was soft brownish smoky eye, orange toned lipstick and some shimmers here and there — you actually looked healthy and well rested (a true Christmas miracle really). You looked even better after getting in your outfit — Ryunjin was right, the tuxedo like dress fitted your vibe. You even wore some black heels which didn't often happen since you always chose comfort over looks when at work.

Fortunately you got to the party on time even though you couldn't catch a taxi for twenty minutes or so. People inside were already mingling and drinking, and you decided to grab something to drink before looking for Def. You located a small table with champagne in the corner of the room. You downed two glasses as quick as you got there, and were already grabbing a third one when a voice spoke up startling you so much you jumped a little.

"Rough day?" Defsoul was standing next to you, whiskey in his hand, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and gawked at him. He was so handsome it was simply unfair. This man clearly woke up today and chose violence. He was wearing a silky black shirt — and it was quite unbuttoned, so you had a chance of seeing his broad chest (you were currently having a heart attack), and slacks he also styled his hair so that his forehead was exposed with one defiant streak of hair falling onto his brow bone. You wanted to groan. You fucked up — this could've been your chance to get him to like you more...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he was genuinely concerned, and here you were, basically salivating and staring at him like a starved, nasty man. That was so embarrassing. You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired today..." He smiled at you warmly, and you wanted to punch yourself for not getting him something, anything.

"That's great!" You gave him a confused look, and he bit his lip nervously while scratching the back of his head. He was so cute you could kiss him. Well to be fair you felt like you could kiss him any time. Why...why did you have to forget that bloody gift...

"I mean it's not great that you're tired... It's just… ah, shit I suck at this. Here." He handed you a plastic card, and you read it absolutely puzzled. Lifetime pass for coffee with Jaebeom — it also had a cute chibi character that looked just like Def, except it had some cat ears.

"Now you can get coffee whenever you want. I mean I know you can have it whenever you want anyway, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone to get it with... I mean get it for you… It's ok if you don't like it really, oh by the way I'm Jaebeom, I don't know if I already told you my real name or not…" he was rambling, and you were screaming inside your head. That was so cute. So kind. You wanted to hug him and kiss him so badly. "Ah, shit. I really do suck at this." he said more to himself than to you. You finally looked at him and grinned.

"I love it." you said and his eyes turned into big orbs before light pink colored his cheeks.

"You do?"

"I do. It's a perfect gift." you smiled, your heart swelled with happiness. You could technically go on a date with him whenever you felt like with this handy piece of plastic. That is if he wouldn't start to hate you in the next few minutes for forgetting his present.

"I'm glad." he grinned and it took your breath away. How come he was so perfect? You got even more nervous looking at the gift from him.

"Ah... I was your not so secret Santa as well…" you started.

"Really? So what did you get me?" he was genuinely interested, and you wanted to go back in time and kill yourself for forgetting about this party. You looked up. His eyes were gleaming with curiosity — you were fucked.

"It's me! I'm your gift!" you joked and looked down to cover your nervousness. You were about to say that it was just a stupid joke and apologize before he spoke up.

"I love it." his voice was deeper than normally, and you looked up shocked by it. He was checking you out, his hungry eyes traveling up and down. You've never seen him like that. You could feel warmth spreading on your cheeks under his intense stare, a tight knot forming somewhere near your core in excitement.

"Y-you do?" your voice faltered, and he chuckled while moving closer to you. He smelled musky with a hint of citrus. Your legs were about to collapse under you.

"I do." he hummed he was so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand brushed against yours as he bent down to reach your ear. You were sure your skin was burning where he touched you. "So, tell me Y/N, when can I unwrap you?" his tone was dark and dangerous and when he straightened up you've seen this gleam in his eyes as he smirked. Your legs felt like made from putty and you'd collapse if his hand weren't already wrapped around your waist. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your heart was beating so hard it was about to spring off your chest — you were wondering if he could hear it. You certainly could even though blood ringed in your ears. You felt your throat going dry and your panties getting moist.

"Def…" you started weakly. Shocked by your own voice — it sounded so needy.

"Call me Jaebeom.." he purred. "Would you like to go to my place? I don't think I can wait any longer to enjoy my gift…" You quavered from excitement, his voice was laced with a promise of sleepless night.

"Yes, let's go." you said and he smiled at you. You were sure you lost any oxygen you still had in your lungs at that moment. His hand left your waist, and you wanted to catch it and wrap yourself with it again. Instead, he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his, smiling at you sweetly before he led you outside. You couldn't focus on anything else, but his fingers wrapped around yours. His hand was warm, and he held you firmly, his skin soft and delicate. You managed to quickly catch a taxi and through whole drive Jaebeom's hand lazily travelled up and down your thigh. His gentle fingers sending sparks to your core every time he brushed the inside of your leg. You glanced at him, eyes filled with desire — he shivered, and it made you feel a different kind of excitement — you didn't know that you had this kind of effect on him. You got out of the taxi and his hand was instantly on yours, he was almost dragging you skipping every other step as he rushed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and let you in. Immediately three cats came in and brushed against your legs. You smiled softly.

"They like you.." Jaebeom murmured against your neck while taking off your coat for you, you gasped at the feeling, and he released low chuckle before he started planting soft kisses against your neck — each time his lips touched your skin your muscles clenched with anticipation. You couldn't wait any longer. You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were glued to your lips and excitement bubbled somewhere below your stomach.

"I waited so long for this..." he started but never got to finish as your lips were on his in a second. Even his lips felt like cotton, and you sighed against him when he kissed you back. He was clearly enjoying slow kisses. You grew impatient once again and licked his lower lip, he gave you access you asked for, and your tongue brushed against his hungrily. You could already feel how wet you were, arousal making your panties stick to you painfully. Jaebeom's hand travelled around your back dropping dangerously low now and then but never grabbing you — you really wanted him to hold you and take you roughly. Once again you grew impatient this night. You took his lower lip in between your teeth, you bit it hard and moaned. That seemed to make him lose his cool, he let out a growl that travelled straight to your core.

"Bad girl..." he said before he turned you around and pushed you against the wall so that your back was facing him. His tongue already on your earlobe, you sighed and shivered when he licked it and let out breaths against wet, sensitive skin. "I wanted to take it slowly, but you're so eager, so impatient…" he was purring into your ear, and you were aching down there more and more with each syllable.

"Jaebeom..." you moaned as you pressed your ass against him. He sucked some breath in when you pushed down against his hard length, his body working on its own accord, one hand already on your hips pressing you harder when the other one cupped your breast. This is not how he envisioned tonight, he thought that he'd at best confess his feelings not have you here crumbling in his hands while moaning his name. Your hips bucked against his by itself as soon as you felt how hard he was. His hand grabbed your clothed breast, and you regretted wearing anything. You wanted to feel him against you naked skin not through layers of clothing.

"Jaebeom-ah..." you moaned his name again, and he rewarded you with sucking on your neck — it was painful yet pleasant, and you almost forgot what you wanted to say before he licked the fresh mark and kissed it. "Didn't you say you wanted to unwrap me?" You said in weak voice still affected by his mouth on your neck. He laughed against your skin, and you thought that's how paradise would sound like.

"You really are impatient... do you want me to fuck you so bad?" he asked rubbing into you, his dick almost in pain from the friction.

"Yes...please..." you panted out, and he let out some animalistic sound upon hearing how needy you were. He made you face him and unbuttoned your tuxedo-like-dress before he tossed it somewhere behind him. You shivered under his stare. He pulled you into him and his hands immediately travelled to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up without effort. He began kissing your jaw, neck, collarbones, and you tilted your head, so he could have better access. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down carefully on the mattress before he took a step back. His sheets smelled just like him, and you sighed in pleasure, sinking deeply into his fragrance. He bit his lip seeing you in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. However, you didn't want just lay and wait, you got up and reached out to his own shirt undoing the buttons hastily, but he didn't let you, he was in control. He held your hands and pushed you back on bed. You bounced and your hair created a sort of crown, spreading around your face — it emphasized your features even more, and Jaebeom felt as if he was making love to some kind of goddess. Your lips, eyes, hair, body everything was perfect. He wanted to taste you already.

"You need to ask me nicely." He smirked at you and you pouted a bit before a mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You let one of the straps fall from your shoulder and gave him an innocent look before taking off the other one as well. Just one move and Jaebeom would see your torso naked. He bit his lip unintentionally, when you pushed your breast closer while also moaning.

"Pleeeaaase... undress already and fuck me... daddy." He groaned - you'd be the end of him. He quickly tore any clothes that were on him leaving only his boxers on, and you stared him down hungrily. Saying he was beautiful was and understatement. He was perfect. His skin was light and smooth, it gleamed in the moonlight that illuminated the room through a small window located right above the headboard. It was still dim, but you could clearly see the outline of muscles on his stomach, and a tempting v line, waiting for you to be licked on his abdomen.

"Take off your bra." he ordered and you obediently followed. His eyes devoured your glistening breasts, two darker beads already hard and inviting him in. He licked his thumb and brushed it against your nipple watching intently for your reaction. You didn't disappoint him as you arched your back hungry for his touch. He took another one into his mouth, his tongue making circles around it for what felt like forever. The sound of his wet licks and your quickened breath feeling the silence of the room. You squeezed your legs looking for any kind of release, it didn't help much. Your core was aching and since you could only wait for him to bring you pleasure you closed your eyes and focused only on the sole path of his tongue. It was almost like a torture and Jaebeom seemed to enjoy it greatly, lazy licks, circles around your nipples, blowing cold air on them to hear your whines. And so when he finally sucked on your swollen nipple you moaned his name so loudly his neighbors could hear you. His dick twitched in his boxers. He couldn't wait for much long either, you were the most beautiful person he ever saw, and you were squirming under him, waiting for him to fuck you. He was honestly shocked he didn't take you against that wall in his hall when you pushed your ass against him. He smirked at you, he haven’t even fucked you yet and you were already having this kind of expression. His lips travelled from your breast lower and lower before his face hovered above your panties, hot breath on your wet, clothed pussy sending you almost over the edge. You looked down at him, his eyes were full of lust. He was so beautiful you felt like it was just a dream, not reality. When he pressed his nose against your wet folds you moaned again. He inhaled it a few times as if it was the most ravishing smell in the world.

"You smell so good I might go crazy." He actually was going crazy as his cock let out a bit of pre-cum only upon him smelling your pussy.

"Daddy... please..." you pleaded looking him in the eyes, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift move he tore the panties off you, they were soaked, and he sniffed them one last time before throwing them out. He took off his own underwear, and knelt between your legs his cock in his hand already.

"You're so wet for me. Such a good girl, I'm going to fuck you so good." he purred out, and you could go off his words only. He put on condom quickly and teased your entrance before sliding into you slowly. He was watching your face intently as he didn't want to cause you pain.

"Just don't move for a second, you're so big I need to get used to the stretch." It was painful a and pleasant at the same time - the way he filled you up. He didn't buck his hips as you asked, instead he kissed your lips, your jaw, neck, and you kissed him back with passion. Soon he started rocking into you and you moaned into his mouth.

"Harder." you managed to say between the panting and kissing. He straightened up and increased the tempo, sweat building on his forehead.

"Harder..." you said and his hand went to your throat while he almost crushed into you. He choked you lightly, and you felt the orgasm building already.

"Daddy... harder..."

"You dirty girl. On all fours." You obediently followed his order and soon he was fucking you doggy style, his hand spanking you lightly. "You like that? You like when daddy takes you hard?" His voice was so low you shivered under him.

"Yes, daddy." you moaned out when his huge dick filled you with each thrust.

"You're so dirty and good to your daddy. I will reward you and play with your other hole." Before you could say anything he spat on your ass and his finger danced around the other entrance. Just that was enough for you to see white. Your toes curled and your head went back, you screamed his name like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and you could feel how he twitched inside you when you clenched around him in orgasm spasm.

"Y/N, ah... I'm cumming, I'm…" he said through gritted teeth while pounding into you. You both reached your highs and fell onto the bed. He discarded the condom and started kissing your back lazily.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I have enough energy to go for another round…" you said while turning his way. He was looking at you lovingly, his expression completely fucked out. He was beautiful, the most handsome you've ever seen him actually. You sighed when his fingers brushed off hair from your face in sweet gesture.

"That's ok, I'll just shower you and we can go to sleep." You nodded, and he took your hand and guided you to his bathroom. He switched on the shower and pulled you under the water when it was warm already. He was so delicate with you, soaping your body, shampooing your head. You smiled at him warmly, and he chuckled.

"You're really cute." he said with a smile after making and weird shapes out of your shampooed hair.

"Stop it, I'll blush." you said while getting under the water, he was quickly spooning you, kissing your back almost with devotion.

"Good, you're even cuter when you blush."

You both towelled yourself dry and Jaebeom even brushed your hair for you before pulling you back to bed. You cuddled your face into his chest and he closed his arms around you. You didn't know if it was one-night stand only, but you'd worry about your possibly broken heart in the morning since his scent was already inviting you to the dreamworld.

You woke up to some rumbling. You opened your eyes and shot up, fear washing over you — that wasn't your bedroom. Memories of last night came next, and you fell back to the sheets squealing quietly into his pillow. That's when the realization hit you. What if it was just one-night stand, and you were rolling around his bed happily in love like an idiot? You sighed but before you could do anything, the man in question came to the bedroom smiling at you warmly.

"You finally woke up sleepyhead." He sat next to you and bend down to kiss your cheek. You looked down. "What's wrong? Have I done something?" He looked concerned.

"I.. no." You said sitting up, and he raised his brow on you. Ugh, he was looking great wearing a plain gray hoodie. You sighed.

"Was that one just for one night? If it was a one-night stand tell me now before I do something stupid."

"One-night stand?" He looked at you offended. "One-night stand?! Do you even know for how long I've been crushing on you? It was few years of my desperate attempts to ask you out, buying you coffee, looking for you constantly. Hell, I even made Yugyeom exchange the stupid lottery draw with me, so that I could give you that card. I actually thought that would helped me out with asking you out. One-night stand?! Jesus, Y/N, he made me basically his slave for a day, and you're asking me if it's one-night stand?" He was angry, and you looked at him shocked, you have never seen him like that. "Do you want this to be one-night stand?!" he raised his voice again.

"No!" you answered him immediately.

"No?! Great, then you can... wait you said no?" He cleared his throat, and you could actually see him smiling like an idiot before he cleared it again. "Well… good because I made us lunch already, and it would go to waste otherwise." He tried to act cool. You giggled at him and pushed him down before sitting on top of him.

"You're cute." You said and he blushed looking away.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are the cutest actually." He groaned in response getting even more red, and you giggled once again. It was the first time you got him to blush so much, usually it was just light pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks. You kissed his face leaving pecks all over it, he chuckled before speaking again.

"I don't want this to be one-night stand. I like you I was actually planning on asking you out yesterday."

"You were?"

"I was. So would like to go out with me?" he wiggled his brows at you and you grinned before nodding.

"Mmm. I'd love to." you answered and he pulled you for a lazy kiss.

"Come, I prepared some food for you. It's hardly festive, but it's something"

"I'm sure it's great. I just need to put something on myself first."

"You can have my hoodie and sweats." he said while looking through his cabinet. "Here." He handed you clothes and blushed once again mumbling that he will wait for you in the kitchen. He got embarrassed — that was just too cute.

You slipped in his clothes, his smell wrapping around you. You got out of the bedroom only to be greeted by three cats purring and brushing against your legs. You smiled and petted them, scratching them on their chins. Jaebeom was just standing and staring at you, still not believing his luck. You were wearing his blouse, it was hanging on you like a dress basically and his heart ached at this picture. You looked up and grinned.

"They like me!"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to like you more than they like me." He chuckled. "Now come, let's eat."

You nodded and entered his kitchen, there was kimchi jjigae and rice prepared for both of you. You smiled and sat down already salivating because of the delicious smell.

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He said looking up from his dish.

"Merry Christmas Jaebeom." You smiled at him lovingly. "So what did Yugyeom made you do?"

"Don't even ask." He said and you giggled. Let's just say you didn't get to spend the Christmas break alone in the bed like you wished.

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You, My Everything | Finan x Reader OS

This is a Sequel to This Prompt: You Deserved Better, But So Did I.

Warnings: Blood. Pregnancy

Words: 1688

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You should’ve told him about the baby.

It was there, on your lips, almost every day you knew for the first month. You weren’t even showing, there was no way he’d find out on his own. All you had to do was say the words, I’m with child, and maybe he would’ve stayed. Maybe he would have loved you. Married you.

Anything would have been better than this.. than being alone.

It hurts to be alone, like this. More than you've ever thought it would. You always thought this was how you ended up anyway. Alone with no one to love you… but then, you met Finan.

What started off as an alehouse romance turned into… well, romance.

He was kind. Kinder than any man you have ever met. Finan was so extraordinarily caring and affectionate. Bringing you flowers, walking you home, the way he would fuck you so hard he once broke your bed-

It was everything.

You thought it was love.

Apparently, not.

The night you broke it off you originally wanted to tell him the truth. You were going to tell him about the child, how you loved him so much and that the idea of having a family with him once made your heart sing, but then he told you he was leaving. It hadn't been the first time he had gone to war since this thing started between you, but the fear of losing him on the battlefield while alone with his child was unbearable.

So you broke it off, thinking it was the best thing and it was far from it.

You don't know what made you think you'd be able to find some sucker that you could trick into marrying you and that you were carrying their child but you tried.

Yet every time you imagined someone else raising this child with you, you realized you were making a terrible mistake.

When you are three months, you start to show. It was small, like you had overeaten, but it was there. On your saddest days, you held your little belly and promised the child growing inside you that you would always love them. That you would never leave them. It makes those bad days a little easier.

Then at four months, you're a little bigger and it's harder to hide. People in Coccham know you're unwed. You feel their eyes judging you as you walk from your job at the alehouse back to your home. It does not matter, though, because you will do everything you can to give this child the world.

As you reach your home, you go to open your door and you realize it's cracked open a touch. It scares you, making you pull out a small dagger that Finan gave you long ago for protection.

Very slowly, you walk inside, calling out to whoever may be there, "I know someone's in here! You need to leave, or I will be forced to hurt you!"

"I doubt you can hurt me anymore than ya have," A familiar Irish accent chuckles and your heart stops, "but you're welcome to try."

"Finan?" You're jaw drops when he walks into your main living space from your bedroom, and you realize he's covered in blood and holding his arm, "What happened to you?"

"Bastard Danes got me good," Finan chuckles as you take a step closer to him, "but you should see the other guy."

"Why are you here?" You ask, stupidly, scared your words will scare him away, "Why come to me?"

Tired eyes scan across the room before making their back to you, and his shoulders raise in a shrug, "I am not sure. This is where my feet have taken me."

You take another step, not sure if you're saying or doing the right things, "After everything I said," you chuckle under your breath, licking your dry lips, "I am still your first stop when you come home."

"Maybe my feet still think this is their home," Finan chuckles softly making you smile.

He's panting by the time you're in arms reach. You're trying really hard to keep it together, but seeing him all beat up like this worries you, "Let me clean you up, at least," you tell him, reaching out to touch his bloody face slowly. The moment he melts into your touch, your eyes start to tear up, "I'll take care of you."

Finan nods, his eyes glancing down until he finally notices your belly, "You're with child?"

When he looks up his face looks more hurt than it did before, "Yes, it's-"

"I should leave... before your husband gets home," He tells you as he attempts to walk past you, but you grab his arm to stop him from going, "Y/N, I shouldn't have come-"

"I am not married," You tell Finan as glances back at you, "Please… stay. I'll tell you everything."

"What is there left to say?" Finan questions you as his eyes become red, "You carry another man's child."

Now it's your turn for your eyes to go red and blurry as you furiously shake your head no, "The child is yours."

Finan looks betrayed as he slips his arm from your hand, "You told me to leave…"

"I did-"

"You said you wanted another!"

"I lied!" You cry out as the tears fall fast, "I lied Finan, I do not want anyone else!" You hold your belly for comfort, because it is all you have to hold, and you tell him the truth, "You are my everything. I may not deserve your love.. but you will always have mine."

He glances away and takes a deep breath as he tries to process everything you've told him, "Why did you tell me not to return if you say you love me?"

"Because I am a coward," You shrug as the tears keep coming, "because for three years this was only sex and then one day I woke up and I realized I loved you, and I was so convinced if I told you.. you would not feel the same," Your eyes close for a moment as you take a deep breath, and open when you say, "I should've told you about the child. I was going to, and then you told me that you were leaving. I was scared and a coward, and I am sorry."

Finan just stares for a moment or two, looking at you, and then away as silent tears run down his bloodied cheeks. It takes him a few moments, to process, and part of you thinks he's definitely going to leave you. When he does finally look forward, he does not look at you, but at your belly, "This is our child?"

His hands reach out to cup your protruding bump as you respond, "It is."

It does not bother you when dirty hands drift from your belly to your waist, closing the gap between you as you melt into each other's arms. He holds you and it feels so good. Completely unbothered by the dirt and blood.

"I betrayed your trust," You whisper as your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your head into his shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

"It is my fault, Y/N," He answers with a soft voice, still not ready to let go "I should have never given up so easily."

"I told you to go…"

"I should have never left," Finan pulls his upper half away so he can look you in the eye, "Not without telling you how much I loved you."

You hear the way he's said loved and knew he means no longer, "Will you take the child from me? Now that you know-"

"No, I would never," He shakes head, seemingly surprised by your response, "Why would I take my child from their mother?"

"Because I am an unwed woman with nothing to her name, carrying your bastard?" You shrug as the tears return and to your surprise, he chuckles.

"I will not take the child," Finan tells you with a smile, lifting one hand to wipe away your tears, "But we will have to do somethin' about you being unwed."

You look confused as he brushes a strand from your face, Finan's hand remaining on your neck once he's done, "I don't understand."

"I should have asked you this three years ago," Finan smiled softly as his next words fell out like a whisper, "Marry me, Y/N."

"You want me to- are you sure?" You question him, shocked as the tears build up once more, "But I do not deserve you after what I've done."

"We will work on fixin' this broken trust between us, but Y/N, you are all I will ever desire," Finan leans to kiss you, his eyelids lowering as he moves in, "and you are all I will ever need."

The kiss feels like a lifetime coming, you had no idea how much you missed his touch and taste until his mouth was on yours once more. You're pulling him as close as you can without hurting him or yourself, not ready to break it just yet.

And when you do, your next words will be ones you will live by for the rest of your life, "I spend the rest of my days proving my love to you."

"And I will never leave you lonely again," Finan promises you as he kisses you again, his hand on your waist moving back to your belly, "Neither of you."

And it's true. He is there for everything, every moment, from the rest of your pregnancy to the day you give birth. Finan is at your side as you bring your first son to life, and he is there for every birth for every child the two of you have throughout your marriage. And when he must leave to carry his oath and serve his lord, you do not fear, because you know he will do everything in his power to come home. It Is the promise he'll always fight to keep.

Finan, your husband.

Your everything.

#finan tlk #finan fanfic #finan x reader #tlk #the last kingdom #one shot #mcloveproductions #finan the agile

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avlillustrations · 2 years

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I promise I'm actually going to talk about the redesign this time. First though, I forgot to mention that I've been thinking about the ages of the main characters (I think Ryoba being 17 in 1980s mode pretty much confirms these characters aren't all 18). So I'll be mentioning them from now on along with the grade they are in. Taro Yamada 18, 3rd year student. Amai Odayaki 17, 2nd year student Kizana Sunobu 17,2nd year student Oka ruto 17, 2nd year student

Now let's talk about Kizana. I really like the idea of her as a character. She could end up being really fun. If Yandere dev lets her. Kizana just gives me total ojou-Sama vibes. Like she has to do the laugh. If any character would do the laugh it's her. This game instantly gets a rating of 0 out of 5 if she doesn't do it(lol). That's really why I want to change up her look. She's an ojou character without an ojou look. I seriously hate the hairstyle he went with instead of the numerous and infinitely better concepts the character artist came up with. Like, I get it he originally wanted to give her Kokona's hairstyle. But he made the decision to keep Kokona around because of her popularity with the fandom. He made his own bed with that one. Like I get falling in love with a concept for a character. But sometimes it doesn't work and you have to be willing to make changes.

So for Kizana's design I combined a couple of the concept hairs. And I've started to deviate from the normal uniform I designed to really try and capture the princess style I imagine her having. Instead of either of the official school shirts (polo or button up), Kizana has opted to wear a designer victorian inspired silk blouse. She altered her skirt a bit and sewn a fabric rose to her ribbon tie. Also I made the choice to change her thigh high rose printed socks to plain over the knee socks. I'm just tired of almost every female character in this game having thigh highs. Plus roses are hard to draw so the less of them I have to draw the better.

As for Kizana's backstory; hers was probably one of the easiest ones to think up. It's also kinda obvious what I went for. She's the daughter of a famous actress. Her extraordinarily beautiful mother is currently one of Japan's number 1 actors and mother Sunobu lives for the spotlight. Of course that's not enough for her. She dreams of having Japan's leading family of actors. Which means that obviously her daughter has to follow in her footsteps. Kizana, meanwhile, only wants to make her beloved mother proud. That's why she strives to make her drama club the greatest Akademi high school has ever seen. As far as her fellow students are concerned, she's succeeded. Kizana's been in and out of movie and television studios as long as she can remember. Which has given her all the experience she needs. Akademi has never before seen the drama club produce such exquisite performances. The backdrops are breathtakingly lifelike, the club members are practically professional actors already, and the costumes are so expertly handcrafted the entire school can't help but ask where in world she managed to get them. To which she replies "A magician never reveals her secrets."

The truth is though, she makes them herself. Kizana, for how talented she is, doesn't actually want to be an actor. She wants to design clothes. Unfortunately her desire to make her mother proud is even more important. She'll do anything to hear her mother say those 5 little words. And when it's her time to rival Ayano she might just get her chance. During Kizana's week the whole school will be a buzz. The world famous actress Sunobu will be appearing at their school to watch the drama clubs latest performance. Kizana is beside herself. Everything has to be perfect. She's pushing the club members harder than she's ever pushed before. The lighting, the stage, the play. It all has to go exactly right. And she needs the ultimate leading man. The perfect Romeo to her Juliette. Who better than the one and only Taro Yamada? The gem of the school. And who says it only has to be for the performance? Surely her mother will be impressed to see her only daughter on the arm of a member of the elite Yamada family. He is quite the catch. They'll be Akademi's leading couple. Though Kizana's nearly made her show as perfect as can be there is one thing the stress of having her mother in the audience has hindered; The costumes. Kizana's pride and joy. They have to be perfect, but there's so much to do. She can't make them on her own this time. So she finally allows someone in on her little secret. So just what will Ayano do with it?

Now, as for Oka. I took a little inspiration from Ouran high school host club. I'm probably being a little biased because Oka is one of my favorite rivals. Mostly because I'm a sucker for goth characters. But I want to give her a little bit of a bigger role in the story I'm imagining for these characters. For that I would actually like to push her back on the rival order. I want to make her the 9th rival.

Oka is not rich like the other students. She doesn't come from a wealthy family, her relatives aren't famous, her mother no influence. She got into Akademi via one of the schools scholarship programs. A chance to study at such an exclusive and elite school how could she turn it down? Unfortunately it's extremely obvious she doesn't really belong there. The students can tell right away from the way she dresses. You see, the students are required to purchase the pieces of their uniform. All of which are extremely expensive. Of which poor Oka can only afford two. The shortest skirt length and the blazer. She's ah, not very comfortable wearing them. So she wears one of her own best dresses and button up. Two items of clothing that she had saved quite a bit of money to purchase. As for the occult club. I've changed quite a bit of how it works and how it fits into the narrative. For one Japan is one of the more spiritual cultures in the world so they wouldn't really see the occult the same way more western cultures do. So I thought I would change it from a club of outcasts trying to do satanic rituals and demon summoning. I decided on something a little more academic but still seems fun and keeps to the theme of goth club. The occult culture club. A club for students who are interested in ghosts and the supernatural to study other cultures versions of these things. Not just the occult but mythology, legends. It's why I've changed the symbol of the occult club from a pentagram to the elven star; a pagan symbol of wisdom. Unfortunately, the occult culture club hasn't been recognized as an official club. As, sadly, Oka is the only member. The other students are definitely interested. So many people in the world find the occult very fascinating. Then why don't they join. Well the other students look down upon Oka. Commoners don't belong in Akademi as far as their concerned. As some of them are concerned. There are other students who don't care at all that Oka isn't wealthy like them. Sadly, crowd mentality can be unfair. And none of them want to be ostracized for hanging around her. Oka understands, though that doesn't stop her from trying. Maybe it would help if she made club activities more fun? She could introduce a movie day. Or maybe a seaonce, just for fun. She's always wanted to try light as a feather stiff as a board. A game she saw in a foreign horror film. Would it help if the other students knew she was a medium?

That's right a medium. Her abilities aren't very strong, but she can sense things no one else can. Like the spirit in the third floor girls bathroom. She can't see or interact with it but she knows it's there. If she could only get one other club member she could investigate. Her mother did buy her that ouija board she wanted.

She also senses something strange about our Ayano. It's like nothing she felt before. If only she could get close enough. But she doesn't want to make Ayano uncomfortable. How can she go about it? Well, she does seem oddly protective of that boy. Every girl who gets close to him either has something bad happen to them (yandere ending) or somehow becomes close friends with her(my stories good ending). Well only one way to find out.

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stickyy · 3 years

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could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡

thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!

warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s

word count: 1.5 k

note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D

AFTERMATH

The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.

“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”

You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways.

The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.

You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.

“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.

She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence.

But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.

“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.

“You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”

“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle.

Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.

(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)

You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her.

(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)

“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.

“I can heat that up for you.”

“‘M not hungry.”

That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval.

She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop.

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US Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, an iconic champion of women's rights, has died at the age of 87 from Pancreatic cancer. Here are some of the response to a death of such a remarkable cultural and political figure.

“Deeply saddened to hear of the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. We will forever remember her as a towering legal figure of superb skill, a ground-breaking seeker of justice, a tireless advocate for human rights, and an inspiration to women and girls everywhere.

My deepest sympathies go out to her family and all those touched by her loss.”-Karen Pierce, UK ambassador to US

“We have lost one of the most extraordinary Justices ever to serve on the Supreme Court. Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s life and landmark opinions moved us closer to a more perfect union. And her powerful dissents reminded us that we walk away from our Constitution’s promise at our peril.”-Bill Clinton, 42nd President of the United States.

“God, every time I think we've surely hit peak horrible since 2016, the world finds a way to say, "Hold my beer."

“Une femme d’exception s’en est allée. Ruth Bader Ginsburg a mené toute sa vie un combat universel pour la justice, l'égalité entre les femmes et les hommes et le respect des droits fondamentaux. Son immense héritage continuera de nous inspirer.”-Emmanuel Macron, President of the Republic of France.

We lost unforgettable woman and legal legend yesterday. Let's try to not also lose what's left of a functional democracy in the US in 2020, okay? 😥”-Sylvia de Mars

“Imagine being such a beacon of exceptional achievement that little girls grow up celebrating you in your lifetime, but your death is so political people barely finish saying yeah she was great before pivoting to the fight over your successor....”-Janine Gibson

“What an amazing woman we have lost with Ruth Bader Ginsburg

She has been an awesome light & resistance to the ever encroaching darkness & power of division and fascism. She was a warrior for equality & freedom. We cannot allow her fight to have been in vain ✊”-Bex Stinson

“I honestly cannot express right now how I feel hearing the news about Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Her impact has been truly astonishing and the work she did for women’s rights is almost unparalleled.

RIP to the incredible and always notorious RGB.”-Natalie Silvey

“Justice Ginsburg carried the weight of gatekeeping our constitutional rights for 27 years. Do not let your fear and devastation erase your celebration of her life - you'll need your will, your strength, and her inspiration to fight for the value of your own - now, more than ever.”-Feminist Next Door

“It is an extraordinarily sad thing thing to wake up to the news that Ruth Bader Ginsberg has died. She was an incredible warrior for human rights and for justice, the the world is diminished by her passing.”-Nancy Kelley

“Trailblazer, glass ceiling smasher and an example exceptionalism in it's truest form. RBG helped blaze an irreversible trail for gender equality that will forever shape the course of American history.Gone but never never forgotten!”-June Sarpong OBE

“Ruth Bader Ginsburg was the kind of scholar and patriot you get excited about explaining to your kids. The kind of person who you say “who knows, one day you could be HER”. I hope you rest well, RBG, you must have been tired from changing the world.”-Mindy Kaling

“Her rest is earned. It is our turn to fight.”-Kerry Washington

“Unafraid to call out injustices and use her platform - inside and outside the courtroom - to push for change. A trailblazer for Human Rights and Equality in so many ways, there will never be another.”-Grainne Teggart

“Deeply saddened by the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

She was an incredible legal mind and a champion of justice. She gave generations of women and girls the belief that they too could fight for a more equal world.

She will be sorely missed.”-Sir Keir Starmer, MP & Leader of the UK Labour Party.

And here are some of her quotes:

“I don’t say women’s rights—I say the constitutional principle of the equal citizenship stature of men and women.” - Ruth Bader Ginsburg

"No woman of means will ever lack access to abortion in the United States"- US Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg

“When I'm sometimes asked, when will there be enough women on the Supreme Court, and I say, 'When there are nine,' people are shocked. But there'd been nine men, and nobody's ever raised a question about that.” ― Ruth Bader Ginsburg

“Women belong in all places where decisions are being made." - Ruth Bader Ginsburg

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If requests are still open, can I get 707s reaction to an Mc that has not one, not two but 3 jobs!?? ( lol I hate it I'm always tired) but refuses to give them up cause their afraid of not being financially stable. Male pronouns pls :o

I’m not even going to attempt to give some poor excuse. It’s been way too long. I hope you can enjoy this regardless, dear.

With this, my askbox is completely cleared out. I’m not going to open my requests for now however, since I. Just don’t have the time or the motivation to work on that. I’m sorry.

Hardworking

After saving Saeran and disbanding Mint Eye, the normal day to day life slowly but surely came back to take a hold of the RFA members again. That did not exclude Mc of course. He only just managed to convince his bosses to allow him to use a couple of his free days all after another, even using up some of his scarce sick days. It felt very strange to him to be absent from any kind of work for the duration it took him and his new friends to go back to some sort of “normal”. So he was more than eager to work as hard as he could. Not only because of being happy to be back and not isolated in the apartment or involved in some honestly insane stuff, but also because the idea of losing only one of his jobs was discomforting to say the least.

Saeyoung, for now, shifted a lot of his focus on trying to help his brother recover and attempting to hunt down some scattered members of that god forsaken cult he was dragged into by Rika so long ago. Just thinking about the things she had done to the one she had sworn to protect filled him with anger and disgust. In turn however, it also meant that he found less time to spend with Mc. And the more time passed without seeing him, the more the hacker felt the hole in his heart grow. Sure, they talked on the phone frequently and texted a lot as well, but it was just not the same as seeing him and being around him. And even those times they would meet up after Saeyoung visited his brother in the hospital were usually cut short, as these encounters left him more exhausted than anything else. Mc showed nothing but understanding to the situation. Thinking about how much he had supported him since they have met, but especially right now, made his heart swell. Still. Something left him with an odd feeling sometimes. Ever since Mc’s life had turned back to normal a bit more, he was extraordinarily busy. At first Saeyoung thought he was just picking up a couple loose ends from before he entered the RFA and the chaos they had to endure, but it was strange to him that Mc never mentioned anything of the sort. Surely Mc would tell him if something was wrong, right?

As the days and even weeks went on, Saeyoung had decided to let his doubts rest for now. They were surely misplaced. He was convinced that Mc wouldn’t keep anything important from him, so if something was really wrong, he would have mentioned it long ago. Still, it stung each time he didn’t answer the phone or when he would say on an almost daily basis that he did not have any time to hang out.

“I’m just so busy, sorry, Sae.”

That’s what he said time and time again. At the same time however, he insisted that everything was alright with him, his family and his friends outside the RFA. Everything was supposed to be fine. And yet he appeared rather stressed, always on the run, it was unnerving. It almost reminded Saeyoung of his time at the agency, albeit he was sure that Mc’s life was not in danger if he didn’t get to whatever he kept doing in time. Now, Mc did not ignore him. That was not it. They were interacting regularly, but it just seemed cut short so frequently.

Standing in front of Mc’s flat, Saeyoung took a deep breath. Why did he feel like he had to prepare himself before knocking?

Before he even got to find the answer for himself, the door was pulled open, revealing Mc. He was clearly about to leave and seemed to be in quite a bit of a hurry.

“Sae?! What are you doing here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy to see you, but I have to be somewhere so...yeah.” A bit out of breath from the flood of words coming out of his mouth, he checked the clock on his wrist.

There it was again.

“You’ve been busy all week. I thought we could do something nice together. I brought my laptop and some snacks.”, Saeyoung mumbled, a bit disappointed Mc was probably going to tell him to leave again, “I just hoped we could lay low for a bit and pirate some movies or something.”

Mc smiled softly at his offer. “That sounds amazing, honestly, but I have to get to work. Maybe some other time, okay? I’ve been working hard, so I may have some overtime I can use to take some time off again soon.”

“I don’t understand! Everytime I want to do something with you, you tell me you’re working. How come you almost never have a day off?? When was the last time you didn’t have to be anywhere ‘for work’? Two weeks ago? Longer? How in the world is that supposed to make any sense? I really want to believe you, but I don’t understand at all.”

Taken by surprise from his lover’s sudden outburst, Mc went silent. He knew that Saeyoung was at least a little upset at him not being able to make time easily, but he wasn’t aware that it troubled him that much.

“Sae…”, he let out a sigh, “listen. It has nothing to do with you, okay? I would love to spend time with you and to be a bit more flexible. We’re both busy at the moment and making time is incredibly hard. I wish I could explain to you right now, but I’m out of time and I can’t be late.”

“Fine. Let me at least drive you.”

Stepping out of the building, Mc stretched out his arms.

“Good job today! Will you join me on my walk to the stop? Or did you park in the other direction?” His colleague popped out behind him and turned the key in the door, closing up for the night.

Mc shook his head no. “I’m afraid I won’t. My boyfriend will pick me up in a few, so I’ll wait here.”

“What luxury.”, the other pouted, “Take care then. Thank you for your hard work!”

Smiling, they waved each other goodbye. Today had been good, truly. He would’ve never thought they’d be able to manage that load all on their own. Mc sighed and leaned back against the building. His gaze went up from his phone each time he heard a car turn into the road, hoping it would be Saeyoung. They had agreed to drive back to Mc’s place tonight and spend some quality time finally. He also wanted to use that chance to give Saeyoung the explanation he was waiting for. It was a misunderstanding Mc wanted to get rid of, and fast.

When he finally saw the familiar car turn onto the street, Mc pushed himself away from the wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk so he could jump in quickly. Through the passenger window, he could see Saeyoung fiddling about with something on the seat. Opening the door revealed him trying to lift two large pizza crates off of it.

“I was actually thinking about cooking some spaghetti for us.”, Mc chuckled as he took the boxes out of his boyfriend’s hands and sat down on the now warmed seat.

Saeyoung flashed him a toothy grin. “You’ve been so busy all the time, so you shouldn’t have to cook tonight. I got your favourite too.”

Mc smiled at that. He did crave some pizza lately, so the surprise was more than welcome.

The ride almost made it seem like they never spent all this time apart. The atmosphere wasn’t nearly as tense as he feared it to be. Definitely a good sign for later.

Saeyoung groaned, holding his stomach. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten two large pizzas after all.”

Despite his display, Mc let himself drop on top of him. Another pained groan left the hackers lips, as he let his head drop onto the sofa.

“I feel like a stuffed turkey…”, Mc mumbled. A glance at the two empty cartons on the table made him shiver. Even just the thought of more food was sickening. “But...there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

He lifted himself off his boyfriend’s chest to get a good look of is face. Saeyoung looked back at him in curiosity.

“About why I’m so busy…..”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about that. Instead of moping all day, I looked into it on my own. You should’ve just told me you have three fucking jobs.”

“Are you serious? I kept telling you-”

Saeyoung put his finger over Mc’s lips, silencing him. “No. You said you were ‘working’. That is a very ambiguous term. How was I supposed to know that you were actually working.”

“God, you’re such a dumbass.” Mc rolled his eyes, as he pushed the finger away.

The hacker fell into a wave of uncontrolled laughter.

“Shut up.”, Mc chuckled as well now, “You don’t get to laugh about this after pulling all this drama for nothing.”

Reaching back, he grabbed one of the pillows at their feet and smashed them into the other’s face.

“Oh no you didn’t!!”

“Bet?”

His own grin was wiped of his face by the pillow resting under Saeyoung’s head only a moment ago. Yelling, he jumped off the couch, his boyfriend chasing after him.

The chase was only of short nature however. With a well aimed throw, Saeyoung placed the pillow right in between Mc’s feet, making him stumble and fall. The only thing keeping him from an uncomfortable collision with the floor were the set of arms closing around him and holding him in mid-air.

“That was a clear foul!”, he gasped. Nevertheless he did not struggle as Saeyoung pulled him back into a stand.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you and...assumed the worst.” Mc could only barely make out the words his boyfriend mumbled into the top of his head.

“I’ll forgive you this time.”

Saeyoung grinned. “Lucky ~”

“- but do let me explain myself properly before you jump to conclusions next time okay?”

“Okay ~”, he sing sang. After a moment of silence, he pulled back to look into Mc’s face. “Are you sure you want to keep going like this though? You don’t need to work so many jobs now that I’m with you….”

Mc sighed. He was suspecting Saeyoung was going to say something like that as soon as he found out. The idea of him living off of his boyfriends money was pretty uncomfortable. Yet...maybe being able to drop at least one job would be one hell of a relief.

“Let’s talk about this some other time, okay? I honestly just want to take a nap now.”

Saeyoung was more than happy with this for now, though he would surely hold his boyfriend to it. Mc didn’t need to work himself sick, not as long as he was with him.

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