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paegei · 10 days

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UNIVERSE FACTORY

pairing - idol!woozi x afab!reader

summary - you often found yourself locked up in your boyfriends studio with him, trying to make the most of his hectic schedule. sometimes however, things take a turn for the... steamier side.

a/n - another long break guys... im sorry <(＿　＿)>

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

SMUT warnings under the cut !

SMUT WARNINGS: voyeurism, semi - public, degrading, use of slut, choking, sex up against a window, protective sex ( lets go ! )

UNIVERSE FACTORY - your boyfriends second ( well... maybe first ) home. you often liked to come visit him during his working hours, seeing as you have to remind him to take breaks. he made it very clear, however, that when he is in the zone, to NOT DISTURB HIM.

listen, jihoon LOVED your company alright ? loved the fact that you could simply exist in the same room as him, no words having been spoken, but you and him both know that he cannot, for the life of him, resist you.

it was like any tuesday night. you were stuck up on the leather couch in your boyfriends studio, admiring how passionate he was about his work. you usually spent your time in Universe Factory simply lounging - listening to music, ordering take out, scrolling aimlessly. today, was different. there was something in the air tonight.

you watched as jihoons arm moved while making his creations. the muscles under them seemingly glowing in the LED blue lights he had on. he had been getting so buff lately, so really, it was his fault ! you were simply appreciative of his hard work !

apparently, your staring was too loud for his liking, as without turning around he let out a gruff "stop". honestly ? pretty contradictory of him because he is WELL AWARE of what his deep voice does to you.

you tried your hardest, you really did. but it's not your fault he's so insufferably attractive ! enough was enough, and you decided to approach him. sure, he'll get mad, but all that means is an extra rough night. win-win situation in your books.

you slowly walk towards him, placing your arm atop his shoulder before brushing it further down, resting on his biceps. a shiver delved through his body, yet he still didn't turn to acknowledge you. horny beyond repair, you pushed his chair away from his desk, spun him around to face you, before plopping yourself down on his lap.

the act in itself was risky, so, without letting him so much as utter a word, you rushed forward, smashing your lips with his. a yelp left his lips, muffled due to the barrier that is your mouth on his. he hesitates, contemplating on giving you an earful for distracting him, but he cannot deny that your boldness melts his brain. so, with a heavy heart, he begins to match your vicious kisses, placing his hands on your waist and squeezing.

the kiss is hot. messy, spit sliding down your chins. he had been just as desperate as you, if not more, he simply had more control. his hands began to wander, just as your lips did the same. with his mouth free, he was able to finally speak.

"that fucking desperate huh ?" the rasp in his voice had made the effect of your panties growing wetter, so, as payback, you began to ground your hips down onto his, enjoying the feeling of his cock growing firmer with you ministrations.

his grunts followed the movements of you grinding, one escaping his lips with every stroke. he strained his neck back, allowing you more room to continue your nibbling.

"couldn't wait 5 more minutes, hmm ? my slut just can't help themselves, is that it ?" a whimper was all he got back in return.

his fingers somehow found their way inside your underwear, his fingertips brushing over your bundle of nerves. your lips detached from his heavily bruised neck to let out a wanton moan. his fingers continue their journey down.

"fuck, so wet. just from watching me work ?" his smirk is evident in his voice, and you watch as it grows when you weakly nod your head. "mm, could probably just slip right in, fucking soaked." he follows this promise as two fingers slide into your pussy.

you squirm above him, finally getting the relief you craved all night. for the second time, your lips gravitated towards each other, the kiss nothing but heavy panting a whimpers.

you feel his fingers stop for a slight moment, before he withdraws them completely. you begin to protest, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders. his gruff voice next to your ear stops you.

"up." the command sends electricity through your spine, your body obeying before your mind can even catch up. you stand on your shaky legs, looking down as he quickly follows, grabbing your wrist and walking towards the window. the one MANY carats look up to, hoping to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend.

"if you want to act like a slut" he starts, pushing your front up against the glass, slotting himself behind you. "why not let the world see it, huh ?" he moves to nip behind your ear. "safeword ?"

a moan leaves your lips, brain unable to complete a sentence.

"words or i stop". he starts to untangle himself from you, and the desperation finally allows words to form.

"r- red ! red ! please hoon don't stop !"

he wraps around you again, stopping to place a quick kiss to your forehead, mumbling a quick "good job, baby". his hands begin to rake your body, one reaching up to play with your tits, while the other runs up and down your back comfortingly.

his hands leave yours as he leans back to grab a condom from his desk drawer. while the time it took for him to slip the rubber on was closer to a minute, the horniess clouded your brain and caused the interaction to feel like hours.

finally, you feel his body return behind you, one of his hands resting on your waist while the other guides his cock towards your heat. as the tip pushes pass your walls, your forehead rests upon the glass, while he nuzzles his against your neck.

he waits a couple beats before he begins to slowly rock his hips into you. each thrust growing in strength.

"this what you fucking wanted ?" his tone is rough, angry, and makes you mewl. the clenching of your pussy causes him to let out a small whimper, completely contrasting his tough demeanor. you would use this as an opportunity to tease the man, however he predicted this, reaching his arm up to squeeze your throat. the feeling of air being restricted felt heavenly. the slight dizziness caused you to push your ass back, trying to fuck yourself on his cock.

"just had to be a slut and throw yourself at me."

there was a small lull in his dirty talk, as he leans his head back, focusing on the heat of your cunt. his neck was flexing as he bites back his moans; he doesn't want any noise besides the fucked out gasps you are making. the sight alone causes you to arch your back and smush your face further into the glass, letting a multitude of curses and jihoon's name pass your lips.

his arm that had previously been choking you, moves to sit up against the glass, helping his body completely envelope yours. his front rests against your back, one arm above your head, the other on your waist, his cock is kissing your cervix; the two of you could not get any closer.

"fucking slut, anyone could look up and see you drooling for me" his words cause you to clench around him harder. "let carats know i'm taken, yeah ?"

you peer down from the window. you can see no one is actually watching, and for a moment that disappoints you. the thought of one of jihoon's fans attempting to see your boyfriend, yet being met with the sight of you getting your life fucked out of you... now that brought immense pleasure.

his pace quickens, he appears to be just as affected by his words. the sound of skin on skin grows harsher, and the grip your cunt has on him gains strength. the tip of his cock finds your bundle of nerves and begins to make you unravel.

"hoon- hoon- fuck- 'm so close"

"yeah ? wanna show everyone how gorgeous you look when you cum for me ?"

the squelching of your cunt was deafening. you could feel the wetness sneaking down between your legs. jihoon runs his hand down, making figure 8 motions on your clit.

tears had begun to escape your eyes. your body began to convulse. the noises you were making somehow doubled in volume, as you let your orgasm take control. all of your words got slurred together, completely intelligable due to the weight of your peak.

faintly, you could hear jihoon praising you, something along the lines of "that's my fucking baby" or "so good for me". his thrusts lost their rhythm, he starts mindlessly humping into you.

his face smashes into your neck once more and his whimpers fill the room. you could feel his cock twitching inside you, emptying himself into the condom.

attempting to catch your breaths, jihoon quickly redirects you to the leather couch you had previously been occupying. he lays the two of you down, dick still inside you. his hands rub up and down your body while he patiently waits for you to come down from the intense high.

he peppers kisses along your neck, only looking up when he feels your hands in his hair. he leans forward, redirecting his kisses to your lips.

"y' okay ?" the question is murmured into your mouth. you softly nod your head.

he eventually lets your lips part, looking down at you before saying:

"i really hope no one saw that"

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #svt #svt x reader #svt smut #woozi x reader #woozi smut #jihoon x reader #jihoon smut

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

part one | part two | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation

word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)

this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3

@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg

for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.

this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.

i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.

that of course all changed during my senior year.

“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.

anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.

i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say

“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says

“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”

“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?

we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.

chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.

we both roll down our windows.

“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say

“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.

“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.

“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.

if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.

now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.

even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.

its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.

i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.

like i said, second option.

i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.

my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.

friday 3:14pm

alice: chris i cant keep talking to you

chris: what do you mean

alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps

chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position

alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups

“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”

“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.

ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.

“yes i remember” i say blankly.

“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.

“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.

“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.

“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.

“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.

anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.

friday 10:27pm

chris: here

“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.

upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.

“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.

“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.

matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.

once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.

the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.

i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.

i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.

i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.

i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.

“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.

“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.

“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”

“oh my god” i say as i nod off.

“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.

“where is anna?” i question.

“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”

“of course” i say

classic anna.

“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.

“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.

“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”

he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.

they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.

“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.

“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.

he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.

he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.

he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.

he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.

i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.

“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.

“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.

kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.

i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.

“goodnight kid”

thank you for reading!!!

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gojot-t · 2 months

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Heloooo!

Can i have a 1 second chance romance with topping “I can’t imagine going back to a life without you.” “Then stay.” ?

Name is Sae Itoshi ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

itoshi sae + second chance romance +"I can't imagine going back to a life without you." "Then stay." ˎˊ˗

tags :: probably ooc sae :(, gn!reader, this doesn't exactly follow the manga, a little angst but overall fluffy yayy, also probably grammar mistakes..

a/n:: anon im so so so sorry for the delay</3 i really hope you will like it nonetheless. on the other hand, this is almost 2k words :o

You remember the first time Sae asked you out.

You both were still children at the time, but in front of the ocean waves and ice cream dripping on the sand, no one had ever made you feel the way he did, so complete and loved.

That day, with the orange of the sunset illuminating his face, you almost thought he was an angel. When he looked at you so intensely and wrapped his hands around yours and whispered those words, like a precious secret between just the two of you, you already knew that he was the one for you.

"When I'm around you, I feel these strange things," he paused as if searching for the right words, "After a while I finally figured out what it was. I like you, I really like you, so... We should just date."

There were no fancy roses or chocolates, just an awkward confession of his way and the childish desire to always be there for each other.

"Dating? Like what adults do?"

"Yeah, like cuddles and stuff..." He looked away embarrassed as he spoke. It was rare to see Sae blush and the sight brought you more joy than you could explain.

"But we're not adults! And we already hug all the time..."

"Whatever, just accept it."

Sae's hands weren't much bigger against yours, but at that moment he felt as if he could hold the world in them.

After that, even though things had changed a bit, it felt natural, a good change. He had treated you well all along, but now he had turned into a complete gentleman. He would insist that you go to all his games to be his "lucky charm" even though he had always said that he didn't need anything but himself to win. "If I see you cheering for me, I'll definitely score another goal."

He would wait for you after school to go for ice cream together, walking hand in hand.

Once you insisted that you play ball together. Despite knowing nothing about the sport, you still wanted to share and support Sae's passion for it, but you just shamefully tripped over the ball and fell flat on your face in front of him, instead of laughing or mocking you, he knelt down beside you so worried that you were surprised. "Are you alright?? Does it hurt?! Do you want me to carry you??"

"I'm fine..."

"Good, don't scare me like that." He had given your knee a little kiss to "heal" and helped you up.

You wish you could cherish moments like that forever and everything was like a beautiful fairytale until Sae was offered professional training in Spain.

He had always loved soccer and that was no secret to anyone, so when the news arrived everyone hugged him and congratulated him. You couldn't have been happier for him and jumping for joy alongside him, despite his usual stoic façade, you knew that he too could barely contain his excitement.

There was just one small problem that you didn't have the courage to point out and apparently, Sae too.

When the day of his departure arrived, your heart was heavy with mixed feelings that you desperately tried not to let show. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Sae, and despite feeling so, so happy for him, when his flight was announced, the curtain of tears in your eyes finally came down.

You expected to meet his angry gaze, for being so selfish and crying at such an important moment for him, but instead you saw kind eyes and a sad smile.

"Don't cry, you look ugly like that."

The tears just fell harder. The hand that had been patting your head moved to your shoulder and pulled you against him.

The sight of you crying for him - because of him - brought an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of his stomach that he couldn't describe, but knew he didn't like. He had no experience in comforting anyone other than Rin, and you weren't Rin, but for your sake he was willing to learn anything.

"You won't forget me, will you?" Your hands grabbed at any piece of him they could reach.

You knew that Sae's family was probably watching the whole interaction, yet at that moment it felt like there were only the two of you in the world.

Sae seemed even sadder. "I should be the one asking this, you know. Don't think you'll be able to get rid of me that easily, I'll still call you every day. There are the holidays too, I'm going to visit at Christmas. Nothing between us is going to change."

You desperately wished it were true, but it never was. Sae didn't come back for Christmas.

The daily calls he'd promised became weekly, stopping only once in a while until you were the only one calling and being answered by the operator's monotone, robotic voice - this number is unavailable. Try again later.

You were worried, then angry with him and then at yourself. You didn't know what had caused the sudden change, so you blamed yourself. No matter how much you wanted to, you had to come to terms with the fact that you'd probably never know if things really could have been different.

Like putting a bandaid on a deep wound, that scar would always be open in you. Sometimes the slightest gust of wind was enough to make it bleed, like passing the ice cream parlor on the corner where you made so many fond memories with him, or Mrs. Sae who still greeted you on the street.

The truth was that the more you tried to forget the boy you handed your heart to on a platter, the more attached you felt to him.

That's why when you saw him standing in front of your door after four long years, you almost thought you were crazy.

With your emotions betraying your reason, you found yourself in front of the ocean waves with Sae again. Your mind has imagined this situation many times and each time you would shout at him, beat your fists against his chest, answer him with the same coldness that he dismissed you from his life, but a simple "Can we talk?" was enough for your determination crumble.

With your arms over your chest – your only armor against the memories that came at you like an avalanche – the dichotomy between the boy with the gentle hands and soft eyes you knew and the man in front of you is so much that it seems to destabilize you.

With his hands in his pockets, Sae almost looks a bit embarrassed. The deja vu of the situation doesn't go unnoticed and you decide to be a little petty and remain silent.

"... Coach said recently that there was still something holding me back in Japan."

"..."

He scratches the back of his neck slightly. "You probably hate me, right? I don't blame you for that... But in the last almost five years there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you."

Hate him? You don't think you've ever hated Sae. Sure, there have been times when you've been angry with him, but hating him... You don't think you're capable of it and the thought haunts you. You'd like to hate him.

"..."

He sighs as if he's tired. "This is where it all started, remember?"

"...Just what am I to you, Sae?" You thought your voice would come out as loud as a scream, but only it shakes with anger. "You... You make me think that you're the only one for me and then you leave just like that! Now you come back out of nowhere, what do you think I'm going to do? Crawl at your feet and say I missed you?! Just what I am to you?"

He doesn't seem surprised and this increases your anger even more. There's just one second where only the waves of the sea can be heard.

"There was this one time in elementary school when the teacher asked us what we wanted for the future. You said you didn't know, but as long as you could see me play you'd be satisfied... That's when I realized I was madly in love with you."

His answer catches you off guard, this happened right at the beginning of his and Sae's friendship.

"I'd never had those kinds of thoughts before. Futebol is an individual sport for me, so I thought my life would be like that too. I'd never imagined someone always by my side before, but then you'd give me that stupid smile with that cute little window of yours and suddenly all I cared about was having you with me."

"S-Sae..."

"When I got the offer to train abroad, I wanted to take you with me, but I couldn't... Some things happened there, and I was no longer the same boy you last saw. I didn't want to disappoint you and I didn't have the courage to look at you again, so... I thought it would be better if you just hated me. I was a coward."

He interlaces your fingers against his.

"Despite everything, all this time that has passed and trying to convince myself that things would be better this way... I can't imagine going back to a life without you."

Sobs clog up the words in your throat and even when you try to reply, all that comes out are cries. with your face stained with tears, you're sure that if it weren't for Sae's arms holding you, your knees would have lost their strength a long time ago.

"Sae, Y-You idiot,” you whisper against his chest, voice heavy with the pain of finally knowing the truth. “Coward.."

He hugs you and caresses your head, his touch has never felt so right on your skin - like the missing piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. So many years ago you were the same size as him, but now his shape completely engulfs yours.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Then stay." He opens his mouth but you stop him, you already know what he's going to say. "It doesn't have to be in Japan... Just with me, just be here, with me."

He rests his forehead against yours and hugs you harder. With a kiss salty with tears, he doesn't need words to seal this promise against your lips. Sae doesn't intend to make the same mistake twice.

#bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #sae fluff #gojot t valentine's day event! 𓍯𓂃

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littlebluentebook · 2 months

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Alastor x Reader pt.6

A/N Oh my goodness! I didn't expect the story to get this much attention! Im going to do some sort of second story where Alastor and the reader are in hell. If theres no objections I'll also feature some helluva boss characters (just to advance the plot!)

I am very sorry for not updating! I went out of town, nearly broke my hip, got sick, and started a new job all in the last 2 weeks. I should be able to post once every three days now :)

Thank you to everyone reading the story! I love sharing my ideas and feel free to reach out if there are any stories you want to see!

TW-Animal Blood(?)

Chapter 7

You woke up in Alastor's arms. It wasn't on purpose! You both had agreed to split the bed, pride getting in the others way. Apparently, somewhere in the night you each reached for the other. Not minding the extra warmth, you fell back asleep. There was no point in moving away; you liked him, he was comfy, and kept you warm. The second time you woke up, the sun was bright and the bed was empty. Worried you checked the clock to make sure you hadn't overslept to open the shop. You had forty five minutes to get the store open. Not as much time as you would have liked, but also not anything too out of your range.

"Ah! My sleeping beauty, glad you're now awake!" a voice said from the doorway. Alastor? You thought he had left. "Come now! I have made us breakfast."

Alastor could cook. Breakfast tasted like it was picked up from a five star restaurant on the more expensive side of town. Over breakfast he told you that he was unable to leave such a beautiful person alone and you needed the rest from the previous night. He actually didn't leave you at all that day.

He sat talking with you in your shop keeping well mannered company. Alastor would never admit it, but he absolutely loved listening to you talk. He spent so much time talking on the radio it was nice to finally be listening to others. He never really cared for sewing but asked you questions about how you did certain things and complimenting your stitch work. He also would assist you while you worked; measuring, flipping things right side outing grabbing fabric as needed. He liked feeling useful to you and watching you work on something you were passionate about.

:Thank you so much for your help today Allie."

"Allie?" He tilted his head like a puppy hearing 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah! Like a nickname," you beamed at him. Alastor mulled the name over in his head before deciding it was okay when it rolled off your tongue and into his ears. No one else could ever be allowed to call him Allie aside from you.

"Hmmmm. Alright" He was at a loss for a nickname truly just wanting to call you his. "Why don't we go and fetch ourselves dinner. I know the most exquisite place!"

"that would be lovely!" Your demeanor was much calmer than your racing thoughts. First, Alastor had stayed the night and made breakfast. Secondly he spent the entire day with you. And now he wanted to take you to dinner! You felt like a romance character from the books you had read and heard stories of.

He had helped you close the shop, took your arm in his (it was the only way you two ever walked together) and he led the way to the restaurant.

It was a nice place with candles and flowers on the table. There was a live band playing softly to entertain guests as they dined.

Alastor was sweet and kind with you, he made excellent recommendations about what drinks to try and meals to order. You both split a cake together for dessert. The night was wonderful, absolutely perfect! The only thing that there you off was the way in which Alastor ordered his steak.

"Alastor!" you had whisper-yelled "that cow is so undercooked I can still hear it moo-ing in the fields. Do we need to have the waiter take it back for just a moment longer?"

"Haha oh no darling! I just enjoy my cut of meat like this. It holds so much more flavor!" You gave him a quizzical look swearing you had just seen blood dark as your wine pool on the plate.

When your night had come to an end, Alastor had walked you home and kissed your cheek. It had left you red and blushing thinking about it as you slept.

The next morning you had awoken ready to start your chores. You folded the blanket and pajamas that Alastor had borrowed and cleared a drawer for the items to reside in. Today you had a new activity you hadn't done in years.

You walked down the stairs leading to your shop and to the circular display table at the center of your shop. Grabbing the wilted flowers and vase you got to work and put them in your oven to dry them out. You loved keeping gifts, flowers were beautiful but difficult to keep but you made it work.

The entire day you were all that was on Alastor mind. He simply could not get enough of you despite spending the entire day together before. He was talking to his mother about the feeling and how he had never experienced it, unsure of what to do he was searching for advice. His mother was not helping the situation, she merely laughed at him. "Oh Al, why don't'cha go onna date together and court the poor thing!" What if you didn't like him back? What if he made a total fool of himself. His mother could sense his worries, "well whoever can put up with ya for a full day definelty doesn't not like you." She pinched his cheeks and went back to cooking for the both of them

#alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbinhotel #alastor #x reader

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meraki-yao · 5 months

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Im not sure what movie your anon was watching. How could anyone think the sex scenes in RWRB weren't intense? They were sexy and tender and passionate and definitely intense. The Paris scene for me was so intense i often felt as if i was intruding on something I shouldn't see. And apparently there was alot cut out of the Paris scene according to those who went to the fan premiere. The sex scenes in M&G don't look intense to me, just raw and flashy, which is good too. It's all about the story you want to tell as you said.

okay I just realized something that I want to clarify really quickly: I rephrase the anon's questions as "intensity", their original ask used the phrase "toned down"

And I think by that they mean the physical intensity. I should have made that clear, sorry to both you and that anon.

So my whole argument was about physical intensity, which yes, M&G is a lot more raw and rough. Like, it's... it's fucking, it's sex alright. You could say the first hook-up and polo scene in RWRB are also physically intense, but they're only implied to be, we don't see the act the way we do with M&G (which is totally fine) If we compared it to the book, you got Alex tying Henry's hand to the bedpost with his tie (or the other way around I don't remember). you got them smearing buttercream all over each other, I think at one point they talked a bit about role-play... it's a lot ... kinkier than the movie. Which is also okay. Storytelling limits.

But when it comes to emotional intensity, the RWRB Paris scene definitely has it to a max. It doesn't feel fitting to call it having sex, and it feels blasphemous to call it fucking. It's love-making. It was so damn beautiful, and I will praise that scene till the world ends. And I am DESPERATE to see the original full-cut, especially with how the people who went to the fan screening said it was much more vulnerable (which, HOW???) and that Henry sitting in Alex's lap made their brain short-circuit.

But still, yeah, it's about the story you want to tell, and how sex works into that story.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #henry fox mountchristen windsor #mary & george #george villiers #rwrb thoughts #anon ask #answered #meraki essay

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austinsgirl · 1 year

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facetime fun (smut) | austin butler one shot

pairing: austin x fem!reader

rating: nsfw

word count: 727

summary: your boyfriend austin butler is currently away in australia filming his elvis biopic. you’re wide awake late at night. your facetime call turns into something more than just talking

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation

cross posted on wattpad

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It's 1am & you're wide awake laying in bed. You can't sleep for the life of you, no matter how hard you tried, and of course, you had to be up early for work.

You text your boyfriend, Austin, to see if he's still awake. You're currently long distancing it as he's all the way across the world, Australia, to be exact. He's currently filming his upcoming biopic about Elvis Presley.

"You awake?" you text.

"Um, yeah? It's 3:00 in the afternoon." he responds.

"Sorry. Im so tired I forgot what time it is there. But apparently I'm apparently not tired enough to fall asleep."

"You can't fall asleep?"

"Nope."

Instead of texting back, Austin FaceTimes you. Of course, you answer it immediately to see his black hair all a mess, and his bright blue eyes just waiting.

"Hi handsome. Two FaceTimes today? I love this for me." you say when answering.

"Well, Im off today, so I figured if you're still up we can talk til you fall asleep."

"Okay. I miss you."

"I miss you too, darlin'." he lets out his Elvis twang.

"I wish you were here with me."

"I wish I was too."

"I wish you were here, snuggling me & kissing me."

"Yeah? Anything else?" he smirks.

"I wish you were touching me in all the right places."

"Like where?"

"Like my breasts, my ass,....my clit."

"Oh?"

"Mhm."

"Well, I super wish I was home so I could pleasure you all night long."

"Maybe you still can."

"Go on." Austin says, being intrigued.

"Tell me what to do myself. Ask me questions. Talk dirty."

"Alright, what are you wearing right now?"

"My pink lace panties with one of your tshirts."

"I love it when you wear my clothes. Especially after we have sex. I find it so sexy when you do that."

"When was your favorite time with us together in bed?"

"Babygirl, I don't have a favorite. Every time is amazing."

"But if you had to pick a time, what you would pick?"

"Hmm, probably this last time when you came to visit."

"I remember that. Fuck, I'm so turned on right now." you slowly start to rub yourself over your panties.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Mhm, over my panties to start. Keep going. Tell me about that last time."

"I remember us going into my bedroom here in Australia. We started off by kissing very passionately as we made our way to the bed. I pushed you down as we were still kissing. I lifted up the skirt of your dress, putting my hand down your panties, rubbing on your clit."

With those words, moved your panties to the side & started rubbing on your clit.

"Mmm, what happened after that?"

"I broke the kiss to undress you. I slipped off your dress, revealing your breasts as you weren't wearing a bra. I removed your underwear before going down on you."

You feel yourself become more wet the more he goes on.

"Then what?"

"I sucked & played with your clit while fingering you in & out. I kept going until you were about to cum."

"Which is what I'm about to do right now."

"Don't. Wait til I finish the story."

"Hurry up then, I'm so close."

You look over to Austin, you can tell he's turned on too.

"You know you can touch yourself too." you mention.

"Nah, It's all about you right now."

"If you say so. Continue?"

"Yeah. Once you had your first of many orgasms, I took my bottoms off and slowly inserted myself into you, going in & out. Our lips on each other's, our tongues fighting for dominance, as we passionately made love to one another. Wasn't long until we both came, and we went in for round two."

You started to pick up the pace, rubbing every inch of yourself.

"Finish, I'm about to lose it."

"Round two was faster, and harder. I had you screaming my name multiple times. Neither of could control ourselves. We kept going & going, until we both couldn't take it."

You feel yourself release, and with that, a moan escaped from your lips.

"Feel better now?" he asks.

"Uh huh." you get out while catching your breath. "I love you. Im booking a flight out to see you again. Fuck work."

"I love you too. You know where to find me."

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part 2

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler smut #austin butler rather die #rather die #austin imagine #elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022

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thewarnerbrothers · 1 year

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alright i gotta say something

you really cant do anything when you have a moderately popular blog huh

look. im a lurker at heart. i just happen to have one issue: not being able to shut up when im interested in something. thats the only reaaon this blog exists. i didnt come here to make friends, though i ended up doing that along the way

i dont want or need your pity. what i need is for people i dont know at all to stop putting me under a microscope

newsflash: i dont matter. follower count doesnt matter. at all. do you know what its like having thousands of eyes on you all the time? it sucks

i literally cant do anything

if i block literal strangers, they get mad and try to publicly shame me for it. if i try to settle disputes amicably in private, its seen as bad. if i attempt to be open and transparent with modding decisions, its bad. if i ask people to actually talk to me, they dont. instead they kick up a frenzy in private to coordinate a stupid mass hissy fit disproportionate to any perceived slight they may have endured. if i make friends, people take it personally. people see that as some sort of insult. i cannot be friends with everyone. i wont. this hurts strangers feelings, dspite me not existing for their pleasure.

some of you feel very entitled to my time. you dont own me. i dont owe you anything. ive tried to not lose the few molecules of my mind left on a regular basis because of some people who are no longer in this fandom, and some who still are. and man. i am just. tired. of everyone. all the time.

i think even more than the fact that this series was released (mainly) as a bingewatch fest, what killed this fandom was you

not necessarily you, whoever is reading this. i mean the fans. in general. some of you are so annoying, rude, inappropriate, and willfully lacking in social skills. youre over dramatic. youre moody. youre dramamongering. youre liars. youre bullies. youre self-ascribed victims. you dont care about other human beings.

youre repulsive, frankly

you are part of the reason people have been leaving the fandom in droves. the homophobia. the transphobia. the ship hate. the inability to treat other people with basic human decency. the manufactured scandals. shut up and grow up

you know why i barely interact with larger fandom anymore? ill tell you

waves of harassment to varying degrees ad nauseam

creeps who refuse to even try to keep their fetishes to themselves in private groups that include minors

abusers (most of whom are thankfully now gone)

people befriending me only to reveal that they dont actually like or care about me as a person

the most willfully socially inept people to ever exist

nosy jerks who literally cannot stand not sticking their nose in personal problems that have nothing to do with them

people treating me and my blog like im google adsense. im not a billboard guys

people deciding i am evil for no apparent reason? sdkjfalsdjfa

thinly veiled anythingphobia pretending to be socially just (hi homophobes who imply that being lgbt by nature is 'adult')

people who just make things up. all the time. just make up a lie, say it passionately enough. if you try to defend yourself, youre seen as guilty/suspicious. if you try to resolve things quietly with only those involved, you're seen as guilty/suspicious. cant win

wankers who need to learn why parasocial relationships arent actually meant to be embraced wholeheartedly

really lame one-off trolls tbh

the most fandom discourse-poisoned takes i have seen since su hatedom was at its peak

im just tired of being nice all the time? i think you guys just like taking advantage of people you imagine to be good targets

listen. i am allowed to do whatever i want, regardless of how you feel about it. the same thing goes for you. i tend to try to resolve things reasonably and rationally, but i wont pretend ive never gotten mad or overreacted or made a decision i regret. ive made that pretty known. i like to think i've grown, and ive gone out of my way to apologize to people.

however.

some of yall do not understand that just because your feelings got hurt, it doesnt mean you are deserve an apology or an explanation. sometimes it literally is just a you problem. a skill issue. you need to grow thicker skin. learn how to curate your online experience. get. over it.

lets talk about blocking, shall we?

blocking is great. i block people all the time. i block bots, i block tag spammers, i block people who make posts with rancid vibes, i block people who ive personally interacted with and no longer wish to, i block because i get tired of seeing someones posts, i block people who post things that trigger me, i block blogs with icons i dont like. there's usually no grand reason for it, aside from egregious cases where i've been harassed. its also usually not personal. i will block people who ive followed for years. i dont care. i dont know most of yall. i know i've been blocked by tons of people and that's okay! i would rather people who don't want to interact with me do that.

if you get blocked, thats it. dont attempt to contact me again unless i reach out. im not the only blog in this fandom. youll live without my posts. i am not the arbiter of all things animaney.

im just some guy

i know that the people who need to hear this most will not care nor will they actually absorb what i'm saying. ive gotten a lot of hate over the dumbest crap. im done. i think i need to stop trying to be so friendly, because some of you think being a little pissbaby is the only way to interact with others online.

cant wait til i finally explode one day and just delete everything

tldr shut up leave me alone oh my god its not that big a deal jesus christ

#if youre gonna treat me like shit regardless i get to be upset about it #bleh

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espritbleutee · 1 year

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i’m not sure this… whatever it is… will ever reach the right person, but i feel the urge to write it down. i’ve been overthinking a lot, as always; but, surprisingly, an epiphany hit me like a truck and helped me understand something that i wasn’t definitely aware of, until now.

alright, let me clarify the whole thing. unconsciously, since i was 14, i’ve always looked for a specific kind of love: the one that connects two people who apparently are the opposites, who find themselves engaged in an everlasting chase to reach the other one. a complicated love, but passionate and strong enough to make me forget about all the obstacles. in short, a love that looked like the legend of the sun and the moon and their “impossible” relationship.

i’ve always identified myself in the moon for some reason; i love the mystery that dwells in her: there’s some parts of her we don’t know; i love the way she shines through the obscurity of this world, of this universe, of our lives; i love that she goes through phases: sometimes she’s full, sometimes you can only see a small slice, and yet she’s beautiful; i love her existing mainly at night, but, sometimes, she pops up during the day, to assert and remind her presence. i feel like this, and i don’t even know how to explain it better. i see myself as the moon, and i love the moon (but i don’t love myself… i’m still trying, tho, but that’s another story).

what is this premise for? to make understand that i, being the moon, have always looked for my sun: a person who could make me shine, but can also shine on their own; a sort of ray of sunshine for me, a guide through the darkness; a different energy, with different points of view and different experiences. what can i say? at this point, i think i’ve found it, my sun. but… im sorry, i’m not here to talk about this.

a few years ago, when i was looking for my sun, i came across you and i thought i had found it, but i was wrong. i tried to “apply” this metaphor to you, but you’ve never been my sun. i think i understood it right after, but only now i’m finally aware of the reason why you were not it. you’ve never been my sun, because you were my star. we wore the same soul, shared the same dreams, two crossing threads that got too tangled up until they broke. actually, i’ll be more specific. when you look at the night sky, nearby the moon, what do you see? i’ll tell you: the north star, i.e the brightest star that catches your glance just like the moon does. their companionship lasts forever, because they exist in the exact same moment. and just like the north star shares her night sky with the moon, you and i share the same pain, the same way of thinking, the same love language. i know that now: we are the same person, developed in a different way and in two different bodies.

so… that’s right, you could’ve never been my sun, because you were my north star. and i think my metaphor it’s just a different variant of the definition of twin flames.

you know, i feel relieved now: i’ve always felt guilty about mistaking you for my sun and then leaving you behind when i realized you weren’t (i know it’s more complicated than this, but still). but… what if a north star was more suitable to me than a sun, and, at that time, i just wasn’t ready or mature enough to understand it?

i’m not sure this… whatever it is… will ever reach the right person, but i hope it does, because you need to know that i’m sorry and that you weren’t wrong for me, like i’ve possibly made you believe. i was an unstable growing plant who craved more and more water, and you gave it to me just because you wanted to make me happy, but it was too much and i drowned in it. i thought i was ready, but i was not and you were.

i’ve never believed in the “right person, wrong time” theory. i’ve always thought that if you desire something for real you can make it happen. but, now that i’m a grown ass plant (or almost lol) i can see the world in a different way, i can analyze my inner self and see how much i’ve changed, how much i’ve matured, and how stupidly i behaved. i was still unripe and i wasn’t aware of it.

i’m not sure this… whatever it is… will ever reach the right person, but i know all these words will be jealously and secretly kept under the careful gaze of the moon and the north star, that soon after hearing them looked at each other and smiled, because our story is theirs, too.

#sun #moon #sun and moon #love #star #north star #overthinking #moon and stars #relationship #letter #stars #Youtube #taylor swift #champagne problems #ts #taylors version

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all-the-words-necessary · 1 year

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Ok, fuck it, lady Chatterley's lover au Steve comes back from the front not quite as he went off. He's got a new wife waiting for him and a huge old manor home that is now his own. Everything would be fine, great even, if it wasn't for his fucking legs not working. The doctor said he was lucky to be alive, but, Steve thinks waspishly, not so lucky that he's not practically paralyzed from the waist down. Nancy is taking it in stride, still bright eyed and hopeful for the future they both wanted when they said 'i do'. Right before he was shipped off.

He loves her for it, but at the same time every kind smile and gesture from her makes him feel like he's swallowing glass. It hurts because Steve knows there is no way he can keep those promises he sees shining through in her eyes.

When they reach the old manor home the cracks start to show up right away.

"Steve, Let's take in the air!" she says, bouncing out of the car. The trip had taken five hours to get out to the country, the car stopping in front of the old imposing manor looming in front of them. He can see her stretching, reaching up to the clear blue sky as her curls shine in the sun. It takes him longer to get out of the car needing Nancy, and a servant that quickly hurries out of the house, to lower him into his wheelchair.

It quickly becomes apparent that, despite its recommendations for being top of the line, the wheelchair can barely manage the gravel drive in front of the house, much less the wooded path Nancy is not so covertly eyeing.

"It's fine," Steve says, catching her eye and giving a smile, "I wanted to check out the house first. Go on ahead and tell me what you find when you come back."

And so he's wheeled into the massive family manor, the doors closing behind him with an air of finality that sinks deep into the pit of his stomach.

He remembers this manor. Knows it well from his childhood, every floorboard and every window reminds him of his recently passed father. He thinks, idly, of taking a sledgehammer and smashing the foundation so thoroughly that no one would ever know a house once stood here.

"Would you like anything else, sir?" The servant says, after he's wheeled to the library.

Steve gives a polite smile and waves him off, turning so he faces the window. It's where Nancy finds him when she gets back.

~NANCY AND STEVE DRIFT FURTHER APART, WORKERS ARE HIRED FOR THE MANOR, STEVE FINALLY SAYS 'FUCK IT, IM TAKING THIS WHEELCHAIR OFF ROAD'.~

It had, he thought, seemed like a good idea at the time.

He ordered the new chair weeks ago, planning to surprise Nancy by joining her on one of her walks. When it had finally arrived, she had been out of the country visiting her family, and a test run really didn't seem like the worst idea.

He just hadn't accounted for the mud.

So here he was, about three kilometers from the house, stuck on a path in the middle of a muddy field.

"This stupid piece of, fucking, bullshit, motorized my ass…" he slams his fist down on the armrest of the chair in frustration, hearing a satisfying crack.

"Everything alright over there?"

Steve jumps, whipping his head over to the man walking up the bottom of the path. His voice is rough, from the village obviously, but he looks familiar.

Heat prickles up his face as the man gets closer and he hates this. He knows just how he's going to see him. Helpless. Stuck in the mud. A burden.

"I'm fine, thanks." He says, pasting a smile to his face. He hopes it conveys the message that he loves this. Being stuck in mud is his passion. Prehaps then the man will leave him alone and he can go back to sulking.

The man stops next to him, his brown curly hair under his cap a bit longer than it should be. It frames his wide brown eyes, currently looking at him like he's full of shit.

It's then that he makes the connection

"You're the new gardener, aren't you?" He thinks back to a couple of weeks ago, when the house had been filled with those seeking employment. "Mr. Munson, was it?"

"Aye, sir. You've got a good memory," he crouches down next to Steve as he says it, fiddling with the back of his wheelchair.

"It also looks like you've got a busted engine."

"It's new," Steve sniffs, "it's engine is supposed to help with out-of-doors travel." because it's not his fault, and he didn't ask for help, and he probably would have figured it out on his own. Probably.

"Can I take a look?" He asks, probably a bit too late Steve thinks, uncharitably. He inclines his head regally and looks off towards the edge of the trees. If he squints hard enough, he thinks, he can maybe pretend none of this is happening.

There is a minute of silence, maybe two, before Munson says,

"Y'know, when I was younger I hated reading. Hated it."

It's such a non sequitur that Steve turns blindly back towards him.

He's still hunched over the engine in the back of the chair, hands fiddling with god knows what, not really looking at Steve.

"I had such trouble with the words all blurring together, I never wanted to do it. It was embarrassing." He's gesturing wildly as he talks. Steve doesn't think he even realizes he's doing it and he finds himself relaxing in his chair for the first time since the trouble with the mud started.

"My uncle found out from a teacher who, well, probably thought I was hopeless. He came over that very night. Started reading books to me, no pressure or judgement whatsoever- ah here's the bugger." He pulls a small piece of machinery from the back of Steve's chair with a showmanship he wouldn't have expected from a gardener.

"Sorry for the language, sir." he says with a cheeky smile, implying that he's maybe not that sorry at all.

It's an astounding bit a familiarity that Steve knows he should put a stop to. He knows his father would. There's just something about the man that makes him…pause. Possibly brain damage from the war, he thinks, somewhat hysterically.

"Anyways, long story short, I started to want to read as well, and when I did, he helped me with that too. Took ages, but that man never faltered once. Sometimes now I even read for fun."

He holds out the busted piece of machinery for Steve to take, his hands dirty from the engine and mud. When Steve takes the part he can feel how rough and calloused the pads of Munson's fingers are, a direct clash to his own.

He clenches the small piece of machinery firmly in his lap, the grooves imprinting on his palm like a vulger tattoo.

It's then that Munson looks directly into Steve's eyes.

"It's okay to ask for help sometimes."

There are a lot of different responses Steve knows he could have to this. He's affible and popular, knows how to work his way around a conversation. He could be cold and direct making sure this "Mr. Munson" remembers his place, or he could make a pithy joke at his own expense, have them both laugh off the entire exchange.

He hears cicadas in the distance, Munson's honesty still hanging raw in the air between them. In the end, he decides the man's truth deserves his own in reply.

"I don't want to be a burden." He says quietly.

The words hang between them for a moment.

"Well, excuse me, sir if I'm being impolite, but I don't think I was one at eleven and I don't think you are now." His voice is strong and steady, the words feeling as set in stone as if they were given to Moses himself.

Munson then slides up to standing, clapping his big hands together.

"Now, I know you could get out of the mud yourself, but you seem like a busy man and your engine wont work until you order a new replacement part. What say I get you out of this patch here and you can roll on back to the house."

Steve looks up at him. He cuts a clean figure with his waistcoat half unbuttoned, arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, to account for the heat. His fingers idely tap out a nonsensical beat as he waits for Steve's reply.

He realizes Munson is right. Steve could do it himself, but that wasn't the point. He didn't have to.

"Ok, but just with the mud" he replies, grinning.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steve/Eddie #stranger things #Steve learns to love himself and his disability #He also gets plowed by Eddie #a romance tale as old as time #Nancy and Steve end up in a lavender marriage it's great

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Long story: Just A Spark ~ J.Jk

Desc:// Your very first boyfriend, first kiss, the one who took your virginity. You thought it was more... apparently not. After all, it was just a spark. Not a flame.

Pairings:// 14y/o!Jungkook × 13y/o!Reader

Warnings:// Suggestive smut (no detail); mentions of V and Jimin; Loss of virginity; Dating; afab reader; Let me know if I left anything out!!

Note: yes, I know 13 and 14 is young to be having sex, but I remember when I was 13, I heard people having sex in the bathroom at school so I went with it. In no way am I trying to sexualize a minor, JK is a grown ass adult. Don't take this the wrong way, please!

WC://~713

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Jungkook and I started dating about 8 months ago. These last 8 months have been amazing. We go for long walks through the park, we watch movies while cuddling, we walk to our classes together at school, we make out on my bed. It's perfect. I wouldn't have wanted to so these last 8 months with anyone else.

There's only one thing missing. Sex. I can't count the amount of times I've touched myself to the workout pics Kookie sends me. This feeling I have towards him is only new. Maybe a month? I crave for him.

Today, Jungkooks coming over to watch movies with me. It'll just be us in the house so I'm setting up the living room for us. My parents are on a weekend trip to Austrailia for work.

I hear a knock on the front door. There he is, with the biggest bunny smile in the world.

"Bunny!!" I fling my arms around his neck and connect my lips to his in a passionate kiss. "I missed you!" "I missed you too baby." He smiles down at me. I notice the bags in his hands and I take one of them, welcoming him inside. "You can place the stuff on the coffee table. We'll be watching the movie in the living room." "Alright."

We decided to watch 365 days. Im sitting comfortably in Jungkooks lap as we watch and eat snacks.. About an hour into the movie, a sex scene comes up and I feel him shift a little.

"Are you ok?" "Y-yeah. I'm great." We go back to watching the movie and about 5 minutes later, I feel something poking the back of my leg. My body stiffens and Jungkook mutters "I'm sorry..."

That's the moment I realize what the poking was. I feel a pool of arousal in my panties. I shift onto his lap so that my heat is right over his clothed boner. His hand goes to my hip as I grind down a little.

"Y/n..." I act as if I have no idea what I'm doing and soon, I hear him moan lightly.

"Fuck~" I turn around and straddle him. I slam my lips on his in a heated make out session.

I don't remember it all happening because it happened so fast, but soon, we were in nothing but our underwear. He laid me down on the couch and hovered over me.

"Y/n do you have a condom?" "Just fuck me raw. I'm too impatient." He pulls down his boxers and rips off my panties, slowly slipping into my hole.

Soon after we both finished, I hear a car pull into the drive way. "Jungkook, my parents are home!" We scramble to get our clothes, Jungkook runs to the bathroom and I straighten up the couch.

The front door opens and my parents walk in. "Hey mom, hey dad. You're home early!" "When we got to the airport, our flight got canceled so we canceled our entire trip! Where's Jungkook? Has he left?" "I'm here!" My parents greet him and head upstairs to unpack. "That was close." Jungkook says as he plops down on the couch next to me. I cuddle into him. "I love you, Kookie." "I love you too, babe."

Two months later, I got a text from Jungkook asking if we can meet at the park. I said yeah and headed towards the park. When I get there, I see him sitting on a bench so I head over and wrap my arms around his neck. "Hey baby!" "Hey y/n..." Oh no he never uses my first name... "What's wrong, bunny?" "Listen y/n..." I look at him worriedly. "I think we need to break up." "What?" I start to tear up. "Why are you doing this?" "It's what's best." "You don't love me anymore?" "I do... but my parents don't want us to be together anymore. They think you're too clingy. I'll always love you, y/n. I'll wear this everyday until we meet again." He pulls out the necklace I gave him with my initial on it. With that, he leaves.

I loved him. So much. The day he left me, I was broken. I thought I'd never find love again... but if he left so easily... I guess we were nothing but just a spark.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop senarios #bts #bangtan seonyandan #bangtan #hybe #hybe labels #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #bts jungkook #jungkook jeon #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook reaction #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios

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archer3-13 · 2 years

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played the introductory bits of the three hopes demo. some thoughts:

as i have not really played warriors games before i cant comment on whether or not this is particularly good or bad by those standards. from what i can tell though it seems three hopes is using atleast one thing from age of calamity: the stun gauge

other then that the game seems to handle alright, the most fun character moveset for me so far has been shezs unique class which is fast and destructive.

visually this really does feel like an upgrade compared to three houses overall. i still wouldn't call it fantastic but it feels like theres more effort being put in to be visually stunning

character and writing wise!

shez is thankfully not a blank state and actually talks a fair bit, but you do get to decide a lot of their responses to things. the general impression im getting overall though is that shez is a 'head empty, passion burning' kinda character or atleast thats how im playing them.

shock upon shock byleth also gets to talk and stuff, not much action with them outside of the prelude but hey, its nice to see some actual personality

arval is... idk, ive instantly taken a disliking to them but its in a kinda comedic 'your obviously gonna be evil aint ya' kinda way. might be proved wrong mind but still, arval has yet to be endearing outside of some very early bits with em.

story writing!

opens with shez getting their asses handed to em as expected, surprisingly they through in some named generics who bite the dust fighting jeralts mercs including a lady bow knight merc generic who took in shez and gets iced by byleth

cut to sudden super saiyan power up and shez who is later implied to have been supposed to die gets up and fights some more, but still cant do jack against byleth who leaves cause the jeralt mercs completed their job

TIME SKIP, now shez is a hobo in the woods and the three lords bump into them instead of byleth for help

kostas bites it in the first encounter here interestingly enough

edelgard really really pushes getting shez under her employ, dimitri and claude more so apologize for getting shez involved and not having the money on hand to pay em

no one seems to have money on hand to pay shez but garreg mach does offer student positions in compensation apparently

shez gets a lil student outffit and all

alois as ever tells amazing dad jokes and is in fact a fantastic character that everyone should love. shez does not like the dad jokes for some reason

#fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem

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biblicallyaccurateandrogynoussex · 1 year

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ALRIGHT. continuing.

Worf: (thats it. thats his name.) he comes from a race of honor-obsessed warriors called the klingons. theyre kinda fun they like drinking and fighting and keeping their family name honorable. but worf is kinda like. disgraced. hes also just Weird. he drinks prune juice canonically. hes hella intimidating tho his voice is really deep and he fights really well. he was ALSO on the next generation. i dont really have a lot of thoughts on him? hes just kinda there

Odo: HE IS SO FUN. he's a changeling, and the only good changeling because the rest are in charge of the federation but evil (its called the dominion. theyre gods apparently). every 16 hours he becomes goo and has to sit in a bucket but all the other hours hes a Slightly Off Looking Man! he can change into literally anything (including inanimate objects) and has a WEIRDLY passionate rivalry with the bar owner. he's head of security, and aslo not offically an officer, so he LOVES breaking rules so he can catch the bar owner commiting crimes. kinda gay to be always aware of what another man is doing

Quark: the bar owner! he's a ferengi, and their whole thing is capitalism. you have to pay to like. open doors on their planet. they have an entire rulebook called the Rules of Acquisition that they quote really often during the books. ferengi society is very misogynistic but one of the rules is always have sex with the boss so they are encouraging gay sex. anyways. quark is a bastard and a coward and a capitalist and i love him <3

Rom: quark's brother! he is quite the opposite of quark. he works for quark at the bar but he also helps obrien with repairs and is a loving father to his son nog. hes also a communist. there was an entire episode where he started a union and said "workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your chains". he's a really good character even if he's not always in the episodes.

Garak: cardassian! disgraced! really gay with bashir! probably an ex spy, but he claims he's just a tailor. he shows up whenever they need to have a really queer plot with bashir or whenever starfleet needs him to do something that he's apparently good at. i could probably say more about him but tbh im blanking. other than the fact that cardassians canonically argue to flirt and half of his conversations with bashir are lighthearted bickering. i rest my case

other really minor charcters i like

Brunt: hes like. the ferengi fbi. he shows up to torment quark and he always announces himself by saying BRUNT. FCA.

Pel: also a ferengi and probably transmasc. she pretended to be a man so she could get a job and work :]

uhhhh ithink thts it wow. i am curuous based on this who your favs are

Oh hell yeah!!! I have to say I am immediately endeared to Odo (Changeling who's also goo??? Sign me tf up that's my favorite) and also Garak. Kinda gay to bicker my guy and also we love ex spies

#starry star trek series

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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hey Ky! ♡♡

um.. do you still feel alright ? it's been a little while, so i'd rather ask again ^^" very very sorry about the late reply. hopefully i can answer more quickly from now on 🤧

i think i'm getting slightly better if we ignore the brainfog, so i'd say i'm alright!

12 years? that's amazing, you must have learned a whole lot about it! i'm glad you found a topic that you are interested in/passionate about! ♡

also sorry im late, but you hit 500+ followers, right? congratulation!! you deserve 500 and so many more, you put so much work and care into what you post. thank you for being here <333 ♡♡

aww and diluc didn't want to say 'no' so he took the food anyway :') also did you see the leaks about 2.8 ?? i'll put it in another color so you can skip this part if you don't want to read it:

there will apparently be a lot of lore about diluc and we'll get to see the inside of the winery, but like something different than the rooms we already have access to 👀 and he'll get a super cool skin with different idles and his attacks will be spiced up. king finally gets the treatment he deserves ♡

hope kaeya appears in the story to give us some. explanations. everyone keeps mentioning him, so surely he should be back soon right? and yes he is going to suffer. a lot. and seeing how good the cutscenes are getting, we are going to suffer too if he gets like.. a tragic cutscene with a zoom on his face as he looks at whatever he's facing with a horrified or saddened expression. that would be fun :')

by the way, what did you think of the latest archon quest in the chasm ? i'd love to hear your thoughts!

i love you too! im sorry i took a while to answer too, i missed you and im very glad to be on your blog again! hope you'll enjoy the new patch and you'll be alright. wish you nothing but the best. you're very dear to me ♡

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Don't worry about it, love! We all get busy, I'm not worried at all. So long as you're comfortable, I am too!

I'm so happy to hear that- hopefully the fog clears up soon too! I've found that strong sensations like extreme cold or sour things helps clear it up. From there, exercise or a short amount of movement (jumping jacks or smth) can also help. So long as you try to snap yourself "awake," it usually works for me.

I did!! The event for it is going on right now. :D Thank you for all of your kindness and support, you're so sweet :')

Mhm! I've always been fascinated by psychology. I like general medical care as well, but I can't handle twisted limbs or things like that, so I stick to the invisible illnesses ojsgsugfa

YES I SAW I'M SO EXCITED but his outfit's been recently rumored to be $40 USD, I believe? Really hoping that's not the case, because I can't justify spending that much sjgushg but yes, I'm so excited for the underground fights omg

UGHHSUGHSUEH I MISS KAEYA SO DAMN MUCH I hope we see him again soon! I think the last time we "saw" him was uh either Lantern Rite or the Moonchase Festival, where he traveled to Liyue and Inazuma to raid all their food. Maybe it wasn't a festival, not sure.

I think this is their best quest so far! Though, Shadows Amidst Snowstorms will forever be a favorite of mine-- I play in the Japanese Dub and good hell, the pyro yaksha and Xiao's scream hurt SO bad. The pyro yaksha sounded absolutely horrified while Xiao just sounded broken, it hurt iusjguieshghnghh

Take your time getting back to me, as much as you'd like! I'd rather wait for a response that you wanted to give rather than one you had to force out :D I'm always more than happy to wait. Have a lovely day, my dear, thank you for being here!

#kycasual #kyplaysgenshin #watching the yaksha cutscene broke my heart omg #because you could tell that xiao was the baby of the group #or the younger brother i suppose #and then he was left alone just like that #and this means that a little while after the chasm war- so 500 or so years ago- that's when the last of xiao's friends died #he'd been holding onto that one little bit of hope #he still calls out to his friends (you can hear him calling in the liyue mountains- the song is called 'bird call from afar')#but now he truly is alone #WHEN WILL THEY LET XIAO BE HAPPY DAMN LEAVE HIM ALONE #🦊 anon <3

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squirrel-fund · 2 years

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MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS BURT

auds, i am screaming.

No but, Bee... LISTEN

Imagine Barry is just like, omg omg omg he just moved in AFTER ONE NIGHT and now he's planning a wedding?!

And Brian is sleeping on the floor while Mickey sleeps in the bed every night so like, how bad will this marriage really be??

Then one time while Bernie is on his knees (because Mickey isn't sucking anyone off besides Ian, come on now) Mickey is just like, "Vanilla is fine for a wedding cake flavor, right? Like, it's my fucking day and if I want vanilla people can just get the fuck over it, ya know?" And Brian just gurgles in agreement and Mickey's like, "Yeah, vanilla it is."

So Bart is like, Holy hook-ups Batman, I gotta do something! I'm too vespa-y to get married.

Then, as luck would have it, Ian shows up that night!! Ian! Beautiful, brave, Sir Ian Gallagher. And this happens:

But what happens?? Ian drops the ball! He burns the pie! He adds too much water to the soup and it seems like all hope is lost and Bucky probably crumbles as he watches from the window above. (You know he was up there wishing on a star and breaking turkey wishbones)

Mickey comes upstairs and he goes right to bed, grumbling about stupid fucking redheads and their inability to accept love and Bart is like, SOS to anyone listening I think there's still hope.

And there is because Ian shows up AGAIN with some lame excuse to give Mickey a flannel shirt and here's his chance! Bob invites Ian to listen to live music that night in hopes that he'll be free soon.

But then... Billy Boy messes up! Instead of "playing it cool" He bad mouths Mickey... IN FRONT OF IAN.

And what happens??

But I'm pretty sure Byron would rather be a bruising ex than a blushing bride and honestly thank God.

Cause like... LOOK:

So yeah, MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS BURT

Mickey had it under control 🧡

#im sorry this got away from me #but apparently im passionate alright #Audrey answers with shit we already know #mickey milkovich #gallavich #ian gallagher #byron what the fuck is his last name i forgot

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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💚| FINALLY GUYS MY BRAIN CAME UP WITH ANOTHER IDEA FOR A SMUT A ROUND OF APPLAUSE PLS

・❥・in this fic, l has done some research and wants to test it on you... *insert lip bite emoji*

PART ONE doesn't really contain a ton of smut, but part 2 (and maybe three)...😀😀

also ft. dominant y/n???

no but fr guys why don't we have a lip bite emoji

AND WHILE IM ON THAT SUBJECT WHY DONT WE HAVE A PINK HEART???

wait im getting off topic

OKAY OKAY IM GETTING STARTED NOW

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"One of these days you're just going to drop dead, you know that?"

You were draped across the back of L's swivel chair, arms wrapped around his neck as you peered over his shoulder, wearing a bored expression as you watched L click endlessly through countless documents and security footage in his never-ending search for Kira- or, rather, to prove Light Yagami was he. It was late, probably close to midnight if not after, and the members of the task force had all turned in for the night per L's wishes. Misa Amane and Light apparently still had yet to return to the hotel- Misa was likely holding the brooding prodigy hostage somewhere at a fancy restaurant, yammering about how they should totally go on dates more often. The room was completely dark except for the glow of L's computer, reflecting in his wide dark eyes and illuminating your skin and his in bluish-white light.

The only reply L had was "Perhaps," as he continued to scroll through the endless list of criminals that had been killed by Kira that day, hugging his knees to his chest as always. "And when I do, you all will know that Light Yagami is Kira."

You nodded slowly, subconsciously realizing that your remark was probably not made at the most opportune time, and winced internally before brushing it off.

"I appreciate the amount of passion you have for your work- but why can't you share some with me every once in a while?" One corner of your lips turned up in a slight smirk as you released L's body and stood up straight, crossing one of your ankles over the other.

L stopped typing for a second, and his head tilted to the side slightly. He didn't turn to face you, however. "Hm. Actually, now that you bring it up, I have been conducting some research and, if it is alright with you, I'd like to test that research." He brought his thumb to his lips, leaving only one of his pale and veiny hands free to type. "I believe now would be the best time to do that, seeing as everyone is either asleep or not present."

You raised a brow in skepticism, but your tone, as usual, remained even and mostly monotone. "Research? Does that mean you want me to be your lab rat?"

Now L turned in his swivel chair to face you, wide eyes peering up at you blankly, his hands resting on his knees now. "Precisely."

Your eyes narrowed as your patience began to thin. Normally you were pretty perceptive, but L was being cryptic and it was seriously difficult to uncover any hidden meanings when it came to him- which meant you had to be blunt, something you weren't fond of at all.

"Why is it good that everyone's asleep? And why am I your test subject? If there's anyone you should be testing things on, it should be Amane."

The only word to describe what you thought of Misa Amane was... annoying, which pretty much went for everyone else on the task force with the obvious exception of Matsuda. But she was difficult to avoid as she, A: was a suspect and B: believed that since you and she were the only girls on the team, you were supposed to be best friends- despite being polar opposites. It was safe to say that such a fantasy was a pipe dream- you had never once entertained the idea of such a relationship with such an airheaded and simple-minded girl.

L's expression turned disdainful and his tone derisive. "I am not interested in Amane whatsoever. Now, would you please stop being difficult and follow me up to the bedroom?" He removed each of his legs, one by one, from the chair and stood up slowly, back hunched as usual with his hands in his omnipresent jean pockets. The back of the chair, surprised at the loss of L's weight, slumped backward with a meagre creak.

You chuckled wryly, taking a deep breath. "Difficult? I'm hardly being difficult, only sensible. You brought this upon yourself, behaving in such an oracular manner. Honestly, this feels very... serial killer-like." Your nose wrinkled with distaste.

L cast you a contemptuous but slightly amused look before trudging towards the elevator inside the same room, you walking briskly behind him. "Don't you think a remark like that is rather inappropriate for our current predicament?" he queried matter-of-factly, letting his tongue trace lightly over his lips thoughtfully.

Now a complacent smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you noticed the motion, a sliver of teeth glinting behind your own lips. "You're likely correct."

It was only after the two of you had stepped into the elevator and begun ascending that you stopped to wonder- why did L's research need to be conducted in the bedroom?

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"Lay back."

Your brow arched but you didn't object as you cautiously laid yourself out on the bed on your back, hands folded over your stomach neatly in your usual composed fashion. "I can't say I like where this is going," you informed L, stubborn as usual, eyes gazing at the blank ceiling above you. The room was dimly lit only by the golden luminescence of a small lamp; it bathed the room in a comforting, nostalgic aura.

The detective lifted both eyebrows and then let them drop again. "Hm- that won't do," L remarked absently. He stood over your body at the foot of the bed, the tip of his thumbnail snagged in his teeth. "I will need your full and clear consent for what I'm about to do."

Your face suddenly contorted into a somewhat agitated expression and you abruptly sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows, to face L directly. You'd never liked when people tried to act shifty with you- especially not someone of L's caliber. It was patronizing, to say the least.

"Just tell me what this is about, L. I'll probably end up consenting anyway- no need to be so evasive. I'm happy to be of use."

L stared at you, his eyes dark and empty, for a few seconds. "Alright. Lately, I have been conducting some extensive research on the pleasure points of the female body- and if you don't mind, I'd like to test that information."

You kept your expression neutral- although you couldn't help but grip the blankets that covered the bed a little too hard.

Now it seemed obvious. "Like I said- I'm happy to be of use." you assured L nonchalantly, your tone even; you just barely managed to keep the shudder from your voice.

"I hope you won't be too uncomfortable- I will try to accommodate you as much as possible." There was little emotion in L's voice- but you didn't miss the almost undetectable anticipation emitting faintly through his tone.

"I know you will. Now, I suppose you'll be wanting these off?" You made a suggestive tug at the black suit jacket you had on, lightly running your fingers over the buttons of the white shirt you had beneath it. The shirt was nearly transparent, and didn't do a very adequate job of hiding your prominent cleavage or black bra.

"Yes- I will, as a matter of fact," L deadpanned, advancing closer towards the bed. His voice was airy and his pronounced Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as you heard him swallow thickly.

Casually, you slipped off the jacket, then the pants, and folded them neatly and placed them on the floor beside the bed. You were now left in just the blouse and tight black shorts- which, coincidentally, didn't cover you up all that well either. Suddenly feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, you slung your hair over your chest and crossed one exposed leg over the other. Then you peered up at L expectantly, watching his eyes.

"This okay?"

"This will be fine, thank you. I will remove the rest as we go."

Well, that was blunt.

"Remove the-?"

L gently sat down on the bed and motioned for you to lay back down, to which you obliged, feeling somewhat dazed. The sudden droop of the bed with his delicate weight was somehow refreshing; reassuring. You placed your hands back on top of your stomach and pursed your lips.

The room was silent as you felt L tenderly lean over your body until his head was mere centimeters from your neck; you could feel his warm breath swirling along your skin, and it was only because he was so close that you were able to detect the hitches in his breathing. It was a little endearing, knowing L was actually nervous to do this with you, to pleasure you.

After all, L was, in fact, human.

And suddenly his wet lips were on your neck, just below your jawline- hot swipes of his tongue accompanying it. An involuntary shiver jolted your body as you felt his thumb trace across the nape of your neck; his touch felt like a feather.

Meanwhile, L's stoic expression changed into something resembling a child who has tried something new and found that they had a penchant for it. Your skin was saccharine, like a freshly ripe fruit- and he found it intoxicating.

Mostly experimentally, L administered another lick, this time utilizing more of his tongue rather than just the tip, and you couldn't help but let out a soft, breathy gasp. Apparently pleased with your reaction, L straightened up a little, assuming his typical sitting position, and peered down at you on the bed with those eyes of his. You averted your gaze to the side, the sensation of L's lips still tingling on your neck as you felt your face heat up.

"I propose a challenge," L stated suddenly, gazing down at you innocently, cocking his head to the side. "To make things more... interesting."

You couldn't help but smirk despite still feeling a little flustered. "Oh? What kind of challenge?"

L's legs dropped so that he was now sitting on his knees, bouncing the bed a little, and swiftly leaned in toward you until his pointed nose was mere centimeters from yours. "I suppose you expected that I would progress further in my experiment than just your visible body. That being said, I believe that you may orgasm at some point."

Now you openly laughed, an amused and quizzical look on your face. "Cocky, are we?"

"Yes," L replied without missing a beat. "You're aware of my superiority complex- therefore it should be no trouble at all. Now, your challenge is simple- don't climax." It was amazing how blank L's face still was, even blatantly talking about making you cum.

Jesus.

"What do I receive if I complete this challenge successfully?" you queried curiously.

L paused, biting down on his thumb. "You can be free to do whatever you want with me the rest of the night."

You tilted your head with a faint smile visible on your lips. Suddenly, L looked quite submissive, curled up in his frog ball on the bed- and briefly, you wondered what he would look like completely ruined, white lips parted and face flushed.

Anything you wanted with him?

"And if I win," L continued, snapping you out of your increasingly sinful thoughts, "it will be vice versa. I will be able to do whatever I please with you- all night."

Wow. So L did have things he wanted to do with you- or rather, to you. It almost made you want to lose, just to see what he had in mind... But the notion of getting to have your own way with L was too enticing. But, as it was turning out, the stoic L had some pretty sinful thoughts himself.

"As for the ground rules- you are not permitted to block any of my advances on your body- unless you genuinely do feel uncomfortable, in which case I will cease immediately. And don't think that I can't tell when you're lying, Y/N." His voice had taken on a vaguely taunting lilt. "Do these terms sound fair to you?"

"They sound fine."

"Lovely. Now, shall we begin?"

AYOOOO

so i was thinking about trying something? maybe having u guys vote on who should win the challenge- y/n or L- and then what should the winner do with or to the loser ;)

idk but if y'all wanna ask or comment here then that would be pretty cool! if nobody asks then I'll just come up with everything on my own:)

okay byee! keep an eye out for part 2 and feel free to request another fic/headcanons!

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