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softquietsteadylove · 3 months

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more spicy chapter for the spy AU please? 🤏

"Holy shit," Gil groaned as he flopped into the bed loudly. "What a day."

It had been a hell of a mission, from start to finish. There was some rescuing, some extrication, some very narrow escapes. But at least it was completed. All they had to do was actually get back home to report in. But that could wait until tomorrow.

"I agree," Thena sighed heavily, lying herself down next to him more delicately. They didn't usually make stops after a mission, since the only real safety for them was back at base. But this stop was necessary to avoid the suspicion of boarding a flight right then and there.

Gil stretched his arm out, slithering it under Thena's neck. Other than that, he remained on his back.

Thena rolled over, keeping her head cushioned on his arm and shoulder and tucking herself into his side as well. She inhaled as his head tilted, hovering closer to hers. "We said we wouldn't."

"Oh, right," Gil mumbled, even as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We did," she repeated as she leaned into him more. His arm moved and his fingers toyed with a few strands of her hair. "We did."

"We did," he whispered as he rolled over too, nuzzling her face until his lips could find hers.

"We promised," she whimpered into the kiss, even as she grasped two handfuls of his shirt. She straightened her spine and her legs, pressing herself closer to him.

"Did we?" he inhaled against her cheek before moving his lips to her neck. He rolled even further, until he could lie over her. He flicked open a button of her dress. "Why did we do that?"

"Because," Thena inhaled as he worked on two more buttons before running his finger along the edge of her bra. She wasn't often in civilian clothes.

"Because?" he prompted, enjoying taking his time and burying his face in her cleavage.

"The job," she uttered simplistically, her considerable mental faculties leaving her as Gil dragged his teeth along the inside of her breasts.

They said they couldn't be physical anymore because of the job. It could interfere with their effectiveness, and complicate their partnership, something upon which their lives depended.

That one instance in the garage had been a mistake.

"We're off the clock, Ghost," Gil chuckled into her shoulder as he moved his hands to work from the bottom up, slipping up her dress. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

It would make good sense. It would be better for the mission, and for all future missions. It would be probably be better for their work partnership, too. Certainly their handler would feel better about not having to suspect that their feelings were more than professional.

"Talk to me, Thena," he whispered, pulling away from her just to look her in the eye.

How she loved him. She loved him in every cover, every mission, every rare instance in between when they were just Gil and Thena, partners since the beginning. She loved everything about Gil, and she always had.

It was only recently that she had added his body to the list of things she loved most about him.

Gil moaned as she pulled him into another kiss, firmer than before. He wrapped his arms around her to truly hold her, his hands sliding over her.

Thena gasped as he pulled her dress up the rest of the way. His fingers were deft and firm, immediately slipping into her underwear. Gil never wasted time when there was a mission at hand. Her hands closed into fists, rumpling his shirt hopelessly.

"Easy," he rumbled into her ear, his voice low and rough. He stroked and circled his fingers, coaxing her pleasure out of her. "Just relax, sweetheart--I got'cha."

Thena inhaled sharply and let it out, although it trembled the whole way. Her whole body started trembling as he circled a particular spot, his thumb pushing against her most tender nerve centre as leverage. She stared up at the ceiling, clinging to him as if she were at sea. "Gil!"

He pulled up hard, keeping his hand still as she writhed against him gently. He was far from done, but he considered this a necessary step. He bent his head to kiss her cheek, "that's my girl."

Thena tilted her head, whimpering again as she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She didn't give in to pleasure often. She didn't consider herself someone who needed it often, either. But the things Gil could make her feel...

"You good?" he asked, their voices soft, their breathing mixing together in the silent room.

She nodded, her chest heaving. Gil laid over her again, having gotten his belt undone and his pants out of the way just enough. They didn't have the luxury of ripping all their clothes off and making tender love. Nor could they afford to fuck like wild animals rutting against each other. What they could afford was a quick relief of tension in a whole world against the two of them.

Gil kissed her as he pushed in. She groaned; his fingers were already thicker than she was used to, and he was much, much thicker than that. He peppered her face with kisses, "you okay?"

She nodded, clawing at his back as she adjusted to him being fully inside of her. This was actually the first time they were being connected in this particular way. Her head felt like it was floating off her body, her vision was starry.

"S'okay, just breathe," he whispered in her ear.

She did so, slowing her breathing until her startled muscles could relax. She turned her head, seeking his lips again. He gave them, and she demanded his tongue as well.

Gil moved gently, never one to risk hurting her in any way. He nuzzled her cheek, both of them breathing for their lives. They had both done underwater training, could hold their breath for upwards of five minutes. But they were panting for air.

Thena gripped the muscles in his back as his hips met hers. She tried not to sink into the feeling of it and keep her mind alert. But the feeling of Gil inside her, a heat like nothing else filling her. The warm, solid weight of him surrounding her and the musky scent of him mixing with the scent of their intimacy. She felt dizzy.

"Thena," Gil uttered, sounding more strained as he moved somewhat faster. He nipped at her neck, feeling around for her pulse until he could pay it proper attention.

"Gil," she gasped in response, her voice high and stringy--fluttery. Everything felt fluttery right now. She wasn't a fluttery person. Her codename was not Butterfly. But her whole body trembled as she felt him swell even further. "Gil!"

He pressed his lips to her cheek again, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. "Sorry, you sound really cute right now."

Thena felt herself clench around him reflexively. She blushed.

Encouraged, Gil picked up speed even more. His arms dragged over the bed sheets, curling around her protectively, hoarding what was his. His breathing came faster and rougher, his leverage angle changed.

Thena sought his mouth again, hungrily this time. Her legs slithered around his and her hips rose to meet him halfway. She was much closer than she anticipated, and probably closer than he thought she was. "Gil, yes, so close."

What few words she did have to offer seemed enough for him. He moved his hand to grip a handful of her behind, "any time now, hon."

Thena bit into her bottom lip as he continued to push and push her closer. She was a seasoned spy, and there was little she couldn't endure. But she would give up absolutely anything to come right now.

Gil let her dig her nails into him as she came around him, her whole body shaking as she gripped him. He groaned into her hair splayed over the sheets as he followed, spilling into her unabashedly. He smashed their lips together again before reeling himself in, making their kisses more gentle again. He held her cheeks, looking for signs she would never speak aloud. "You okay?"

Thena opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling again before Gil moved into her line of sight. She was still seeing stars, everything hazy and dreamlike. Her biochemical addled brain sang Gil's praises as she looked at him, screaming at her to yearn for him.

He kissed her again, their lips moving languidly. He still held her like she was fragile, and he was still lying over her like she was all his.

She was, in ways she couldn't afford. But she clung to him, even as he pulled out of her, even as he laid down beside her just to pull her closer once he was comfortable. Her hands sought his skin like she was burned and he was the salve.

Physical pleasure was too dangerous for the brain to endure.

Thena sighed as she settled against his chest. She was far too exhausted to move, and she had no desire as Gil pressed his lips to the top of her head and exhaled deeply. She rose and fell with the rhythm of his chest, as if bobbing along at sea on a raft of him.

"I've got you, Thena," Gil mumbled before dropping off into sleep, his fingers entangled with hers and his arm around her shoulders.

She nuzzled into his chest, just this once, to indulge her silly, love stricken brain. He had her in ways he didn't even know about--ways she could never really tell him. But just for tonight, she could add her body to that list.

#Thenamesh Spy AU #Thenamesh 18+#some soft spice #welcome to the tasteful spice hour #don't read this on the bus #I mean do what you want but I will not be held responsible #Thena poor Thena #she's here trying to be like I am a world renowned spy #I can handle a simple act of physical intimacy #and then she gets one good night #and her brain goes #ahhhh Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil #Gil I love you so much ah you're so strong and handsome and let's cuddle together #of course she just looks as blank as ever #and she's telling her brain to knock it the fuck off #but they're professionals #they get up the next day #clean themselves up a little #they get on a normal plane #like normal civilians #carrying billions worth of international intel #maybe he gets a little cheeky #he takes Thena's hand in his and asks the flight attendant if his wife can please have an extra pillow #she glares at him but he leans over and whispers that she's cute when she glares at him #and all that happens is she gets flustered and pretends to go to sleep #they definitely don't hold hands under the blankets

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ray-elgatodormido · 4 months

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Getting the hang of Clip Studio Paint

I still can’t believe my unconscious brain essentially made a really goofy Mobster AU Three Kingdoms fanfiction and that I’m actually going through with writing an actual fanfic adaptation of that dream. Wierd how life works.

If anyone is interested in Beta reading the fic then please come forward as it will be very appreciated

yes that doodle is depicting something from that weird ass dream. Can’t remember if it was Zhao Yun or Xiahou Dun who said it though

btw this file is called “Lu Bussy”

#Ah yes Lu Bu but sluttier #I mean in the dream every single character wore that outfit so I guess it’s more like #Ah yes Romance of the Three Kingdoms but sluttier #God this fic is going to be pure crack #I thank the future Beta readers for tolerating it #What better way to decompress from tough days in college #artists on tumblr #myart #videogames #sketch #romance of the three kingdoms #dynasty warriors #wo long: fallen dynasty #lu bu #xiahou dun #I can already tell the tags for this on AO3 will be wild

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identitty-dickruption · 6 months

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so fucking anxious about going to therapy today that I may just not go. fucking. shaking

#the thing is. I have to take myself there #so it’s a long anxious bus ride #and before that it’s an anxious process of getting ready to gi #putting on clothes that I think won’t make me look TOO insane #ruminating about what is reasonable to discuss #I don’t think I can tell her that I almost OD’d the other day #because I don’t want to end up in hospital #ah!

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cirkinligintarihi · 1 year

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Güzel kızlar iyi hoş fakat yurtta 7/24 güzel hanımlara çevrili olmak cokzor psikolojim çok bozuldu

#insan pijamayla toplu saclarla uykudan yeni uyanmis daginik bir halde NASIL BU KADAR GUZEL OLABILIR #ah ulan karilar....#dont let my insecurities ruin ur day pls :((

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kimmkitsuragi · 1 year

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i cant say today was my worst prejury submission experience but it's definitely up there

#and it's still going on like hahahaha couldnt even finish it on time 😂#but it's still not the worst. actually hmmm. no idk man #im really not happy abt this at all maybe it is the worst #ugh. terrible day in general #cant feel my legs cant feel my hand felt like throwing up and having a heart attack for most of the day #kinda gave up early this evening #sooo.....#i didn't text my instructor hope he wont be too disappointed in me.... hope i wont cry after tomorrow lmao #also like... memleket bu haldeyken mi????????? nzndnfjf #this objectively didn't have anything to do with any of my struggles today (first time in weeks???? lol)#but still im like ah no i will have a bad grade probably and my project sucks. ah well we live in a terrible hellhole so who cares lol #🗒#neg

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klonoadoortophantomile · 2 years

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ihave so much fucking homework i forgot to workon and itslike allll huge projects that are due tomorrow imso done for <//3

#^ i say as i avoid working on them to instead go on tumblr and Complain /SILLLY #im so tiredddddd aughghj #i wish i could skip tomorrowbut i still have important shit to do then too =|#thiswhole week has been so tiring <//3 lunch schedules been super fucked i have big project after big project after big project #AND MY BUS KEEPS GETTING DELAYED LIKE CRAZY #and its so so cold allof thetime......#i dont have any winter gear yet!!!!!! none of my old stuff fits anymore!!!!!!!!!#andveen then i dont have anywhere to put them during class.....#well theres my locker but i dont know whereit is i havent used it once all year #also i have No time tp go and get my stuff at the end of the day #it already takes me Forever to get from my fifth hour to my sixth and that class is literally on the other side of the school compared to #wheremy grades lockers tend to be..... so i cant go before getting onthe bus #idk its just frustartinggggggg ah #ill figure smthn out. eventually #inquisitivewaltz.txt

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iwillbestronger · 2 years

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did I tell you guys that I'm moving to the UK next week for my semester abroad and my plane which I booked two months ago is landing in london on monday at 11 am when the queen's funeral is...on monday at 11 am

#cant help but feel this is an attack on me personally #also time is really tight for me to catch my train anyway and i don't have the money to book another train on the same day #my plan was to just casually get a hostel in london if i miss it and then book a bus home the next day...#YOU THINK I'M GONNA GET A FUCKING HOSTEL IN LONDON NOW ON MONDAY??#only good thing is im not landing at heathrow and my train is straight from stansted so im hoping and praying #that the madness from the city centre will not carry over too much #AND THE STUPID THING IS THAT I WAS GOING TO FLY ON THE 17TH #but we have our high school reunion that day and i didn't wanna miss it so i was like ah screw it two days don't matter #WELL DID THEY MATTER??#gotta be the worst timing of my entire life #anyway this is my second semester in the uk ain't my first rodeo lmao i've been through worse #debbie rambles

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toastsnaffler · 1 month

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it was one of my coworkers birthdays today and she was telling me abt her plans to celebrate and I'm only just realising now that I've left work that she was prolly trying to invite me.. 🤦‍♀️

#SORRY FOR BEING SO OBTUSE WHEN IT COMES TO SOCIAL CUES.. my bad girl 💀#she was talking abt how difficult organising it was bc not everyone was free on the same day so shes split it into 2 parties #and then she was like ah but i dont think i have you on facebook.... and i thought she was just commenting like 'lucky you dont use fb-#bc its so difficult to plan things using it' not 'do you have facebook. so i can invite you' which in retrospect makes way more sense 😭#welllll ummm. if she brings it up again ill ask when/where it is and maybe ill be able to come along. i think its mostly ppl from work(?)#or she implied it was anyway #if she DOESNT bring it up im not gonna say anything bc that was embarrassing + my rsd is too strong to invite myself to smth like that #after all the times ive tried to do that before bc i misread things as an invite and got turned down. abysmally painful #and i dont know her THAT well. i mean weve worked together for 5 months but that doesnt count..#curious abt her life outside of work bc its hard to place how old she is.. she looks v young but ik she has a primary school age kid #so shes probably late 20s/early 30s???? but its rly hard to pin down an exact number..#shes sweet tho shes the one who also has adhd + her daughter is autistic #anyway..... bus take me hoooome #.diaries

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shatterthefragments · 2 months

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Ok mum talked to me like an adult now that she’s slept instead of sulking and apparently slamming the door as she came in was to ‘slam the door on me’

#not as upset as earlier #and she waited to have dad drive her to the hospital but didn’t wake me up to let me know so I could turn off do not disturb oops #and yeah I should’ve just gone to bed earlier so I would be awake when I normally am #but usually in my days off I end up feeling so guilty about waking mum up that I’ll just stay in bed until noon or so hungry and all #so I stay up later without guilt #and I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital bc I could take her to the city er and she said no so I didn’t expect her to go with him #and then need a ride while I was still asleep #ACTUALLY WHILE IM AT IT #I DIDNT EVEN GET HER TO GET ME FROM THE ER WHEN I HAD DAD DROP ME OFF THERE LAST TIME EITHER #because I can’t rely on her and she’d be asleep and would probably tell me to take a taxi anyway #and so I didn’t even expect her to answer the phone even if it woke her up let alone actually come get me from the hospital.#and another time I took the fucking bus #which. when I’m in a condition to go to the hospital and then have to walk home from the bus stop…#I should be better #but also 👀 I know it’s hard. but it’s been nearly a decade since I got my license and had to do everything myself #but it would be nice to be able to even *think* that you would do the same for me #and a VERY VERY PETTY part of me is like #ah yes. waiting for that long. I also had to wait that long at after grad when you swore you would be able to #family

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mieltelecheycrema · 2 months

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MY RIDE GOT CANCELED ???? nyooooo

#mielmbles #i wish they had at least cancelled it sooner so that could’ve gone on the actual bus 😔 ah well guess im not going to work today #i hope theyre okay though… eh wtevr i only need to be there for my last day #WHICH IS TMRW #!!!!!

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strawberry-peach · 1 year

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Wasn't tagged but @ireallyamabear opened it for whoever wanted so don't mind if I yes and thank you💜!

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

Since I've posted the staggering amount of 2 (two) fics, I'll share some wips too, but there're no titles for those so they'll go just by fandom.

The Old Guard:

Fires and crickets in the neon lights: The day had been a bright one, the sun prideful and high and insistent in his presence.

Inception:

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide: He took one last sip of his coffee, awfully lukewarm by then, before abandoning the half empty cup on the little cleared spot at the very edge of the overcrowded table.

And now the wips:

The Old Guard:

- Some things she learns very quickly.

- The flat was big and spacious, half a floor of one of those old harbour buildings repurposed into pricey lofts with big windows and exposed brick walls that many successful professionals loved to lounge in right before bidding for the final house.

Inception:

- Insufferable Brit, he thinks, working his jaw in a tight roll and breathing out the last hour of misspelled old street names, vague and nonsensical directions, nonexistent street numbers and radio silence.

- Eames is just turned 21 when he walks into existence from the dirty bathroom of a pub, split lip and scraped forehead, stitched knife wound burning at his side, but a clean slate of burning white, fingers nimble and skilled, mind sharp and fidgety, back broad enough now to shoulder a new set of multitudes.

- The scout party comes back empty handed again.

- “There he comes, '' Eames murmurs, peeking through the glass of the display as he takes his sweet time to align the sides of the squares of carrot cake to perfection.

- Dom wakes up to chaos.

Peaky Blinders:

- “... And as the charitable man that I am,” he nods to himself, hand waving emphatically “as you well know, right, that I am as good as the bloody good samaritan and that, and sometimes, I’d say, more than I should allow myself, mate” he shifts against the balcony doors where he’s leaning, and Tommy feels it then, that shift in the tone, in the expression, the way his eyes go simultaneously sharp and distant with the new thread his brain picks upon, a bloodhound catching a whiff of the prey; oh, he’s about to derail.

#please excuse the mess i did this on the bus #actually i somehow popped a poll in here and didnt know how to get rid of it in mobile so i had it saved as a draft for a whole day #im just now hitting post from the laptop i hate posting from the phone its annoying #anyway some of these wips i didnt even remember i had and im foreseeing some wont ever see the light of day #because i cant seem to remember where the ever loving fuck i intended to go with them #ah also i didnt know how to put a read mor break from mobile? idk if i forgot or i never knew how honestly

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wooahaes · 7 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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(Hot Coffee, part one. Part two is here.)

Hot coffee pours from the carafe. The young lady turns back to her customer and hands him the steaming cup. He pauses to look thoughtfully into the brew. Pointing at it, he asks; “Is this vegan?” She stares at him blankly. “Uh, yes. Coffee is vegan.” He nods in approval and wanders over to the condiment bar to pour cream into his cup. The girl watches him with dead eyes, shakes her head, and returns to her work. “Oookay… I can help the next customer!”

The next man in line steps up to the counter. “Small coffee, black, please and thank you.” She’s relieved by his basic manners and comprehensive understanding of how to purchase coffee. Pouring his cup, she looks back at him and meets his eyes. “You look super familiar. Have you been here before?” He leans against the counter as she steals a peek at his toned arms. “No, I haven’t. I might be coming by regularly; I just started some work nearby.” The barista brings the cup to him. “Ah, well, I hope you enjoy your new job!” Handing the man his coffee, they both glance over to see the first customer adding honey into his mug. He looks back at her with a compassionate smile. “Thanks, you too.”

She thinks about him for the rest of her shift, crawling through traffic on her bus ride home, and throughout the evening. I know I’ve seen him before, but where? He didn’t seem to recognize me at all. Finishing her night early, she crawls into bed. The girl opens up her laptop and reaches into her bedside drawer. Pulling out her strongest vibrator, she speaks to it. “It’s been a long day.” Pulling up an old comfort video she presses the buzzing toy firmly against her clit. She exhales deeply and finally starts to relax. Her eyes are fixed on the porn on her laptop. At first, she focuses on the man’s strong arms, gripping the woman by the hips – something that always excited her. But as the video carries on, she finds herself looking at the woman’s face. She looks so excited. Pleasured. Happy.

“You like that, slut?” The girl almost screams, dropping her vibrator between her legs. The man in the video has leaned into the frame. That’s him. From the shop today. That’s him. The woman in the video moans; “Yes! I love it!” He grabs her by the neck. “Do you want to be a good whore?”

She looks into his eyes. “Yes, I do.”

A few days later, the girl clocks out for her break. She spends it like all her other breaks, sitting outside, vaping, and fantasizing about sex or getting hit by a bus, depending on her mood. Today is a bus day. She blows a cloud of vapour into the air which drifts past the entrance to the coffee shop. A customer emerges with his coffee, lights a cigarette, and sits down next to her. The girl barely notices: She’s at the part of her fantasy where she’s in the hospital with a lawyer getting a giant check from the city. He takes a drag of his cigarette and gestures at the cloud in front of the shop.

“That stuff will kill you, you know.”

She jolts from her fantasy and turns to the smoking man. “What? Oh, hi! It’s you again. Um…” She fumbles with her device. “What do you mean? Smoking isn’t any better.”

“What? Really? But it’s vegan.” He retorts in a sing-song voice.

The girl clues in on the joke and they laugh together. She expected to be at a loss for words when she saw him again, but she finds herself oddly comfortable.

“So… I know where I recognize you from…?”

“Shit, really? They still have those wanted posters up? Please don’t call the cops.”

They laugh some more. “I just wanted to say… That I’m a big fan. I think what you do is… cool?”

“Oh, thank you! It takes a lot of vulnerability, so hearing that means a lot.”

“How did you start… you know… making porn?”

“What do you mean? I just started. Life’s short. I wanted to do it. So, I did.”

She nods slowly, stunned by the simplicity of his answer.

“You know, I’m filming right around the corner. If you ever wanted to come by and see the process, you’re more than welcome to. Just so long as it doesn’t ruin the magic for you.”

“Really? Yeah. Yeah, I would love that.”

“Great, here’s my number. Just let me know when you want to come by.”

He stands up and puts out his cigarette.

“By the way, you should quit. It’s bad for your health.”

“Oh please, vaping is the only thing that gets me through the day.”

He walks off to his job. “I wasn’t talking about that!”

She approaches the unassuming apartment door. Hanging from the door handle is a small sign: ‘Filming, don’t knock.’ The girl turns the handle carefully and sneaks inside. All the lights are off, except for the bedroom which is flooded with light. The familiar sounds of sex drift through the apartment. She stealthily approaches the doorway and peers into the bright room.

Three people with various film equipment surround a couple on the bed. She immediately recognizes her new friend kneeling behind a woman. He’s gripping her waist and forcing his cock deep into her. She’s bent over, ass up in the air, with her wrists handcuffed to the bedframe. The woman shrieks in delight with each thrust.

The director sees the young girl at the doorway and slips away to go and talk to her.

“Are you the fluffer?” The director whispers.

“What’s a fluffer?” The girl whispers back.

“Oh, you’re his friend. Never mind. Can you just wait here until the scene is done?”

The woman returns to the improvised set. The girl watches greedily, enjoying her voyeuristic perspective. She feels a combination of fascination and arousal that she’s never felt before. After a few more minutes, the director calls cut and asks the couple to switch positions. The woman on the bed rolls onto her back, her face flushed with ecstasy. The director waves to the actress. “Sorry, we gotta fix your makeup, take five, okay?” The woman releases herself from her handcuffs and scurries off to the bathroom.

“Hey, you made it!” The man sits on the bed, stroking his cock. “Come in, don’t be shy.”

She wanders over to talk to him, giving an awkward wave to the camera crew. Sitting on the bed next to the naked man, they make small talk and he explains a bit of how they work. All the while, he leans back against the bedframe, showing off his muscular body, and stroking himself. She finds himself staring at his thick cock running through his hands.

“Sorry, I just need to stay hard for when we get going again.”

“No problem… That makes sense. Nothing I haven’t seen before!” She jokes and toys with her hair. “Question: what’s a ‘fluffer’?”

“A fluffer is a girl who’s not part of the scene, who helps keep the actor hard during downtime like this. She might have sex or give head.” She catches him glancing at her chest. “…or sometimes just flirt and look cute. Usually, people just do it for fun, but it’s very useful.”

“Aha, okay…” She looks around the room. The crew is entirely ignoring her, scrolling through their phones. Looking into the bathroom she sees the actress still working on fixing her makeup. The girl turns back to the man.

“I don’t want to get in the way, or anything. But… Can I try? Being a fluffer?”

A sweet smile. “That would be really helpful.”

The girl smiles back and lowers her head into his lap. Taking his cock from his hand she strokes it softly, admiring its size. It’s bigger in person. Hungry for him, she wraps her lips around his head. He growls, sending warm waves through her body echoing in her pussy. Her mind goes blank and she slips him into her throat. Wet lips push into the base of his thick, shaved cock. Pride and excitement fill her as he starts to mumble and gasp from her fellatio. Saliva runs onto his balls, which she gently plays with as she deepthroats him. Her pussy drips as his breathing becomes raspy and shallow. I’m deepthroating my favorite porn star, and he loves it. She always knew she was a good cocksucker but getting this reaction from someone so experienced felt incredible.

His hand still softly stroking her hair, she sucks his dick joyfully. Lips wrapped around him, her tongue pushes firmly below his tip, licking upwards to squeeze a little taste of his precum. Still caressing his balls with one hand, the other strokes his shaft. The girl tightens her grip, maximizes her suction, and increases her pace. The man makes another primal noise, and the hand running through her hair finds its grip. Holding onto the back of her head, he pushes her face down again. The girl clamps onto his dick, forcing him to pull hard back up to slide her head up to the top again.

Willing tears roll down her concave cheeks as she holds his cock in his mouth with everything she has. The girl only relents her throat’s hold to let him force his cock deeper. Her shiny eyes meet his unfocused gaze. Her expression is one of complete submission. His expression could easily be mistaken for rage. The man’s other hand reaches down under her dress to find her without panties, and a smooth, bare pussy. She’s wet with her cum, and he grips her bum with the palm of his hand, sliding two fingers into her with ease. The girl’s eyes cross from the feeling of him penetrating her. He bares his teeth and shoves her head down again, and his fingers deep into her pussy.

Sparks fly across her vision and her head swims. A lack of oxygen from her deepthroating of the man’s thick cock, and adrenaline from his touch cause her to come close to fainting. Her pussy only gets wetter at the thought of passing out from getting used by him.

Moments away from darkness, the actress returns from the bathroom and steps over the girl to return to her position. As she reattaches the restraints to her wrists, the director asks them to resume the scene. The fluffer pulls her head off his cock with a pop. She looks up at him, teary-eyed, gasping for breath, and panting for his dick. His eyes are locked deep into hers with a feral glow. Teasing him, she gives him a naughty grin, strings of drool running from her chin to his throbbing cock. “Back to work for you!” Her voice is playful and confident, but her eyes betray a needy disappointment with their interruption.

The girl slowly slides off the bed, standing to face away from him. She looks over her shoulder, down to her exposed bum. His hand still deep between her thighs, gripping her ass, fingers still in her pussy. Not wanting to let go, he doesn’t break eye contact, holding her there. Pushing back just an inch, she fits a little bit more of him inside herself.

“Let’s keep going, we’ve still got a lot to shoot.”

The man gives a disappointed groan and releases the young lady. His fingers slide from her eager slit and he rolls over onto the actress. The girl walks back to the doorway with a sly butt wiggle. The man pushes his cock against the bound woman’s pussy, trying to resume the scene. The actress complains and whines, “Fuck, you’re so hard. Jesus, go slow to start.”

The camera rolls. The man is a professional, and he resumes fucking the actress, with just slightly less enthusiasm than before. Buried deep inside her, he looks up, past the lights, straight into the girl’s eyes. She winks at him and bites her lip.

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