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zmediaoutlet · 6 months

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Survey results time.

At time of downloading the data we got just over 300 responses, which is not bad for a survey that was long and complicated to take! I'm sure my shamelessness helped. Being a survey for a specific crowd, we also didn't get anyone (as far as I could tell) taking the survey in bad faith, which is a legit surprise. Special shout-out to the several people who, when asked to write literally anything to say they understood what was going on, wrote "literally anything"; additional shout-out to the person who wrote "penus and hole" (sic). You get it, anonymous person.

I'm going to share the top results for the questions here, but I'll also include the raw data as a sheet at the end in case anyone wants to actually go through it with a fine-tooth comb. This is not a survey where cute pie charts or graphs would be useful or readable, so get ready for some sweet-ass numbers:

Story Genre

Unsurprisingly, our leaderboard for most favorite story genre in the 'Anytime!' category is as follows:

Hurt/comfort (153 votes)

Angst (142 votes)

PWP (139 votes)

We just like the guys to get the shit beaten out of them, angstily, and then they can feel better by jerking off about it. The ideal evening.

The big loser in genre, with 34 buds flat out saying "not for me", was Dark!fic. That said, Dark!fic also got 112 votes (third highest) for "has to be JUST right," so we can probably take from there that while as a group we don't hate dark content, we have pretty strict definitions for a) what counts as dark, and b) what kind of dark we're willing to take.

Gencest/gen was arguably the most 'eh, idk?' of the genres, with respectable showings in every category from Anytime to No; most people don't hate it, but people aren't really seeking it out either. It's definitely There.

Story Setting

The winner of most 'Anytime!' votes for story setting is close to my heart; the podium is:

Bunker era (142 votes)

Canon-close, codas, etc (129 votes)

Pre-series/weechesters (126 votes)

It feels good to know that canon is on our side. This may help explain why various alternate universe settings didn't do so hot with the respondents -- the least fave according to this survey is an age!swap AU, followed by a raised apart!AU. Writers who are making Sam the big brother who lives in Cleveland while baby Dean lives in Seattle, you keep living your truth, but readers are rearing back.

That being said, while Canon Divergence isn't an overall winner, it has a full 149 votes in the 'Dig it' category; so, while we may generally prefer canon, we're willing to be led on a garden path away from it. We just want canon to be within shouting distance, at least.

Canonical Character Variants

Here's where the survey gets more complex. I've always been interested in how and why people are fandoming about things, and simple 'yes/no' surveys rarely dig into that meat. The point of the superego/ego/id separation is to really interrogate -- hey, do you like to read about (for example) soulless!Sam because you find it interesting on a high-minded level, or because your heart-strings are getting tugged even if you think it's kinda dumb, or just because it makes you so hornt-up you can't think straight? All are valid, and all are possible simultaneously, but it's interesting to prod at to see how the interest is working. You might also just be like, eh, it's fine, or GOD, STOP, and that's fine too. So, with all that said:

Superego winners:

demon powers!Sam (202 votes)

soulless!Sam (177 votes)

blood addict!Sam (160 votes)

Y'all like to really brain about how Sam is fucked up. I get it.

Ego winners:

Trials of Hell!Sam (186 votes)

blood addict!Sam (180 votes)

demon powers!Sam (161 votes)

Still all Sam, and no surprise that his saintly pale sleeplessness is winning the heartstrings battle.

Id winners:

demon!Dean (205 votes)

demon powers!Sam (175 votes)

blood addict!Sam (165 votes)

Again, no surprise: fandom girlies (gn) love their bad boys, lol. Soulless snuck in at #4 here with 163, presumably because working out still wearing a belt was juuuust dorky enough to kick him off the podium; #5 was Smith & Wesson at 162, probably because if they'd been left in that AU for ten more minutes they would have been fucking over the top of Dean Smith's desk. Glad we're all on the same page, there.

The nopes here were an interesting mix. In the full-on No Thank You category we had Michael!Dean and Gadreel!Sam (with 52 and 53 votes respectively) -- it would be interesting to know if that was due to dread of the storyline specifically, or just how No Bad Wrong it felt to have it happening. These two also led the 'meh' category, although they were joined on the podium of bad by Endverse!Dean (128 Meh votes), which frankly shocked me. Y'all aren't into his thigh holster? C'mon now. Sure, he murders his friends without compunction, but -- thigh holster!

Story Tropes

These ones were fascinatingly all over the place, which is exactly why I wanted to do this. Going to just run down the S/E/I podiums real quick, then 'Hard sell', then No --

Superego winners:

Outsider!POV (211)

Someone Finds Out (191)

Mental health issues (190)

Ego winners:

Mutual pining (252)

First time (242) AND Sick/injured (242)

First time in a long time (235)

Id winners:

Jealousy/possessiveness (224)

First time (218)

First time in a long time (180)

Now, part of what's interesting about these is how they fall off in other categories. Outsider POV wins handily at Superego with 211, but then drops all the way down to 92 votes at Id -- which isn't nothing, but clearly it's preferred to have a heckin' think about how other people view the incest relationship, rather than thinking it's just So Hot that people might. Similarly, while people do think it's so so hot for one brother or the other (or both!) to be possessive at 224 votes, when it comes to the superego that drops right down to 134 votes, presumably as the brain wakes up and goes RED FLAG!

Entering the land of no thank you, we shall have two anti-podiums:

Real hard sell:

Infidelity (127)

magic/powers!Dean (125)

Unrequited/no relationship upgrade (110) AND "Carver Edlund" fandom

This is a much more mixed bag. Infidelity and Unrequited are no surprise here, because it Feels Bad, Man; magic!Dean also not really a surprise, given that most of our respondents prefer being closer to canon, and Dean is very much our mundane buddy in the show as presented. (A delightful buddy, but a distinctly nonmagical one.) Carver Edlund fandom makes me laugh mostly because it's such a bananas thing to exist in the show. Sam and Dean reading big bang fics about each other? Collectively we just... don't know what to do with that. Weird.

Squick/No/Maybe one exception:

Permanent character death (140)

Infidelity (108)

Eating disorders (102)

Again, no surprise in the anti-winners of 1 or 2 here, but number 3 surprised me, personally. ED fic used to be a pretty big wedge of common tropes that people would seek out. Perhaps it's gotten less popular over the years? Or perhaps just that the people who like it REALLY like it and so chat about it out loud, while those who don't quietly bury it in sand, lo as a cat does with their leavings.

Most extreme delta in 'general interest' (whether that be S,E, or I) to 'ehh' (whether that be Hard Sell or Squick) is first time. Y'all loooove your first time.

Sexy Tropes, Vol. 1

This is where I really wanted to know if people could pull apart their interests between brain and heart and guts. Hopefully people were honest, as requested. Some of them we know are slight liar answers, because the hits on AO3 tell a story that can't be refuted -- nevertheless, here's what people were willing to admit to.

Bulletproof kink/will read any version:

Bedsharing (158)

Incest kink (139)

Size kink (133)

your friendly neighborhood survey creator is jumping up and down going 'wooo' that size kink made the podium. also I hope everyone understood that incest kink meant, like, indulging in the incest of it all via 'oh you're so totes my brother and i want to suck your dingle for that reason specifically', but I realize that could've been clearer.

Easy sell/you don't have to work hard for me to enjoy:

shameless bottom!Dean stuff (151)

switching (147)

voyeurism (138)

the first one here genuinely surprises me considering what I see getting written most often; is this a case of just not being in the right venn diagrams, or the 'easy sell' just not matching up with what people are being sold? Curiouser and curiouser.

Medium sell/not my fave, but I can see how it appeals:

bad/awkward sex (120)

phone sex (114)

in [drug/alcohol] veritas (110)

edging into awkward town in a few ways here: we don't love these, but we can see how it'd be fun. or not fun, in the case of bad sex.

Hard sell/this is unbelievable or uninteresting so you have to work hard to get me to enjoy it:

always-another-gender!AU (84)

multiple Sams or Deans (73)

genderswap (magic) (72)

so, in general, we prefer to keep the penises around and intact, but just one Sam penis and one Dean penis, please. Here, I'm interested that the volume is much lower than in the top category: maxing out at 84 hard sells compared to 158 bulletproof options means that we're willing to give more of these tropes a chance, even if they're not our faves. How accepting we are!

Squick/no/maybe one exception:

always-another-gender!AU (83)

A/B/O elements (65)

multiple Sams or Deans (51)

strong overlap with the hard sell; and, keeping in mind that people were able to choose multiple options, it's possible that some of those were identical votes. Again, please keep the penises straightforward and only two at a time. A/B/O is interesting here, especially given what we know of how well it does on AO3; while it's a big squick for a lot of people, it also has decently high votes in bulletproof/easy, averaging 82 votes. Mixed bag!

Sexy Tropes Vol. 2, Electric Boogaloo

Bulletproof kink/will read any version:

Possessive/claiming sex (129)

Marking (hickeys/bruising) (116)

Hair pulling (103)

Let's glance back up at the Id winners in the story tropes above, hmm quietly to ourselves, and move on.

Easy sell/you don't have to work hard for me to enjoy:

Marking (hickeys/bruising) (135)

Hair pulling (130)

Possessive/claiming sex (121)

Well, that's boring. So let's expand so as not to be repetitive:

4. Dub-con (116) 5. Dom/sub (113) AND Underage (113) 6. Knifeplay (107)

There we go. Pretty easy to put all of those into one fic, too.

Medium sell/not my fave, but I can see how it appeals:

Blindfolds (128)

Painplay (116)

Shibari/rope play (112)

We're starting to lose interest as accessories come into play. Interesting to compare D/s and its relative success against painplay -- so, tell him what to do, but don't hit him while you're doing it. Fair enough.

Hard sell/this is unbelievable or uninteresting so you have to work hard to get me to enjoy it:

Fucking machines (94)

Vore (80)

Mommy!kink (77)

Entertaining mix here, haha. General feasibility may be rearing its head here. (Also, for my own entertainment: daddy!kink got 67 Hard Sell votes. People generally prefer to keep it as horizontal incest, not vertical incest.)

Squick/no/maybe one exception:

Feederism (164)

Vore (161)

Extreme underage (157)

No surprises here, although some fans of the nibbly variety of wincest may be disappointed by vore's poor placement. Note also that 'extreme' is in the eye of the beholder; we'll leave aside value judgments, as we have for the whole survey, and note that people are not indulging in a version of underage they find to be personally past the line, or at least are not admitting to that.

At a glance, the closest matchup between bulletproof for some and a squick to others is bloodplay, with just 1 vote separating the two categories: 44 bulletproof, 43 squick. Next time someone tries to tell you that 'everyone' likes or doesn't like something, please take it with an entire shaker full of salt.

Dynamic & Position Preferences

I tried to encourage people not to think too hard about this one and just answer on instinct. Who knows if that worked. But here are some overview takes:

Toppy/dominant: Sam takes the lead here, with 69% of respondents being in the 'Love it!' category. Nice. (217 votes)

Dom Dean earned a respectable 52% of 'Love it!' votes (163).

However, I was also interested to check out the inverse --

subby!Sam: 44 'Very no thank' votes (13%) subby!Dean: 27 'Very no thank' votes (8%)

It's interesting to leap way back up and compare that against 'shameless bottom!Dean stuff' doing so well in the rated E categories. Makes you ponder.

Actual sex position: Frequently switching takes the win here, with 61% of the vote (194 votes). Sam always topping edges out if people must choose, with 144 votes; Dean always topping is our lowest choice, with 112.

Service!topping: this is a fairly niche fic type, but it does still exist -- I guess in a world of bottoms someone's got to actually get up and do something, and it is hilariously an almost perfectly even split:

service!top Sam: 50.17% (151 votes) service!top Dean: 51.50% (155 votes)

A healthy percentage of people said they didn't care about these questions either way, and more power to them. However, they were wildly outvoted by those who did.

Multishipping Time

Our final categories are when other people get their grubby hands on Sam or Dean, either canonically(ish) or in our fandom activities.

Canonical relationships for Sam

Jess wins, quelle surprise. :) 161 people Dug It and who can blame them.

Amelia LOSES, shocking no one: 112 people said Fuck That.

Eileen was definitely a mixed bag; her results, in order, were: Meh: 92; Fuck that: 76; Worse than meh: 66; Dug it: 44.

Canonical(ish) relationships for Dean

Note here: it was too unbalanced if we only went with people Dean officially dated. However, the show leaned hard into a few unrequited male relationships for him, which we included here, and no one sent me hate about it so I guess that was fine.

Benny wins the Love It! category with 129 votes, barely edging out Cassie at 122. Benny is best boy, so that fits.

Cas loses with a full 99 Fuck That votes, which is probably what we'd expect from a wincest survey. That said, he also got 93 Dug It votes, so it's a pretty balanced showing.

Poor Lisa sits firmly at Meh with 148 votes. It's not that we hate you, Lisa; we just don't really know what to do with you. Which is pretty much how the relationship went in the show.

Shipping Sam like FedEx

We returned to the S/E/I model for shipping as we did for tropes, because it means something very different to go 'oh sure, I can see how that would be interesting' vs saying 'I want them to fuck rawnasty and I don't care why they're doing it.' Apologies if I left out your favorite side-ship but, shit, there's only so much time in the day.

So, we return to the podiums:

Superego:

Ruby (132)

Rowena (121)

Cas (102)

Ego:

Rowena (121)

Cas (106)

Ruby (90)

Id:

Ruby (125)

John (121)

Rowena (118)

So that was going on sedately until Dad came in like a hammer. Fascinating. On the other hand:

No:

Lisa (234)

Donna (222)

Claire (219)

Interesting to me that these three are ladies that Sam theoretically could have got up in but people are not into it, regardless. This is slightly different to Dean's 'no' category -- spoilers for three inches of screen space!

Dean, Shipped by UPS

Superego:

John (129)

Benny (115)

Lisa (99)

Ego:

Benny (134)

John (116)

Lisa (102)

Id:

John (147)

Benny (128)

Crowley (114)

Well. That tells a slightly different story, ahem. Enjoy the various tropes that will be applied, Dean! And then we get:

No:

Amelia (245)

Kevin (223)

Gabriel (217)

Comparing to the Sam 'no' above -- these three are slightly more 'traditional' Sam ships, though the wincest shippers are nevertheless not into them for Sam, either. Dean literally never spoke to or saw Amelia on screen, so it'd be a determined shipper who'd make that happen. Not undoable, though!

Conclusion

Syke: there isn't one to be made. This really shows how diverse the taste is in the wincest community, or at least in the wincest community that a) happened to see this survey over the last five days and b) bothered to take it. This particular group leans slightly toward e.g. toppy Sam, or slightly toward switching, but when you look at raw numbers what you see is that at least one person LOVES every single one of these things, and at least one person fucking HATES every single one of these things, and so -- so what? Write what you want. If you see a niche of something that you love where you feel like not enough people are writing or reading, try to fill it. If you're worried "no one" will like it, well -- you're wrong. Someone will. It just needs to get seen by the right people.

That's where fandom comes in, to spread the love even if something isn't bulletproof for us -- reblogging a post to say, 'hey, my mutual made this thing, look at it!' What a joy it'd be if someone saw it and loved it to absolute shattering bits, and then found their little bulletproof community, and happiness was made. What's the point, if we're not making each other happy.

Thanks for participating if you did, and reading all this if you did. Here's a link to a google sheet (read only) with all the tables of raw data if you're interested. I'll post some of the more entertaining fill-in answers later.

s&d shipping survey results: November 1, 2023 - Google Sheets

#happy wincest wednesday #wincest #survey results #warning this is really long lol #but thanks for doing the thing <3

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miyamoratsumuu · 10 months

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𝐮𝐡, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮?

↳ it's normal for people in a relationship to BOTH share their clothes. right?

character: miya atsumu (haikyuu!!)

genre: fluff, crack (I think)

note: it's missing atsumu hours for me again so here's a little something something of my fav boy

navigation . . .

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"Hey, babe?" Atsumu called out from his bedroom.

"Hm? Yeah, love?" Standing up from your seat on the setter’s couch, you acknowledged his call. You set foot in the room and leaned towards the wall beside you. To your right was Atsumu, looking through his closet.

The two of you had planned to go out to the park today. With the weather being somewhat cold and the wind chilly against your skin. You were waiting for your boyfriend to get dressed since he apparently got carried away with making sure his hair was "perfect".

"Have ya seen my hoodie? Ya know, the black one." The blonde Miya was cut off when he turned to look at you. It almost felt like minutes passed by as he just stared at you. Or more specifically, at what you were wearing before you spoke up.

"Uh- 'tsumu? You okay there?" Atsumu's thoughts were stopped by your hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that... you're wearing my hoodie?" he questioned, confusion written on his features. "Oh, uh, yeah! I just thought it’d be nice to wear when I got it out of the dryer, so I just decided to wear it," you explained, guilty of forgetting to let him know you were going to be wearing one of his clothes this afternoon. After not getting a reply from Atsumu, you continued. "Why? Did you want to wear it? I could take it off if you want."

"No, it's fine. Can I wear yer hoodie though?" he cut you off. His question sounded so genuine that you couldn’t help but smile.

"Eh? Are you sure about that? I don't think my clothes are gonna fit you-"

"Don't worry 'bout that! I could make it work, don't worry." Before you could finish, he was already walking over to the drawer where you leave some of your own clothes for when you spend the night at Atsumu’s place unplanned.

"Okay then, go ahead, I guess," you agreed nonetheless.

After a while of looking through the drawer, Atsumu was finally able to pull out one of your clothes. It was a hoodie as well. He slipped his arms into the sleeves, then attempted to fit his head through the collar. Emphasis on attempted. "mMpH-"

"Tsumu? You okay there?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, 'course- It's just that my head isn't fitting- mMmPh" As he was talking to you, he tried slipping his head through the opening again.

"Pfft." Seeing the state your boyfriend was in, of course you ended up laughing. With the top of his head sticking out and the bottom part of the hoodie stuck on the middle part of his torso, who wouldn't find the situation funny? Do I have to mention the ends of the sleeves were pretty tight on his wrists?

"It's not funny," the man in front of you grumbled before taking the hoodie off. You were still giggling a bit, causing him to glare at you.

"I mean, I warned you, but guess who didn't listen, hm?" You were smirking now, walking towards the dejected setter.

"Tch, whatever! I guess we're gonna be sticking to you wearing my clothes then," Atsumu sighed in defeat.

☁︎ FIRST WRITTEN WORK OF THE BLOG WHOOP !!! disclaimer that I really am not a writer I just do this for fun and self indulgence so yeah it's kinda bad

☁︎ might be ooc I feel like I could do my boy atsumu more justice:/ but hey it's just a drabble who am I to complain

#☁︎; [ drabbles ]#took this from my old blog and changed some parts here and there to make it “better”#idk if I actually made it better though #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu drabble

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bl4cktourmaline · 3 months

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I jumped in excitement when requests are temporarily open:3 ahcahosva I wanna request hu tao with.. reader that's like has the same personality as like hu tao so like 2 sillies:3 and just like her and reader going on dates and like just being very fluffwy :3 she's so silly I love her thank you!!!<3

⛅ . 風鈴 — hu tao

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : x is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : Hu tao with a reader with the same personality on a date <3

✿ — ♯ GENRE : Fluff

✿ — ↠ NOTE : What's better than 1 hu tao ? 2 hu taos ! Jokes aside, thanks for requesting this miika !! I'm really excited to write this prompt and I hope you enjoyed this fic too<3

If you'd like to request click 'here' and read the writing rules of each writer !

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Hu tao x reader [Headcanons/Drabble]

㊊ It was on Wuwang hill where you first met your beloved girlfriend. You still remember your first meet with hu tao, who saw you first inside wuwang hill and tried to prank you by jumpscaring you when you least expected it!

㊊ After that, it slowly turned into a mini prank wars of who could scare the other person the most. You would go to wuwang hill earlier each day so you could try to get there first to scare hu tao!

㊊ Your prankwars slowly went out of hand though as you brought it over to liyue harbour. However that was when you guys started getting close to each other by pranking xiangling. Even finding out you guys like the same thing! Steamed fish with prawn dumplings, writing poetry and even pranking people!

㊊ Starting from there you guys slowly went on dates..

SWISH SWOOSH

You felt the breeze of wind hitting your face. You are currently in Wuwang hill sitting on one of the sturdy branches of a big tree, looking at the stone gate intently waiting for someone.

It is currently 6 o'clock which is usual time you would go on a date with your lovely girlfriend, hu tao.

Just as you were thinking about spending your day with her..

RUSTLE RUSTLE

"Aiyah.. Where's that girl [name].. Don't tell me she died before our date today!"

Perfect.. Just where you wanted her to be...

As you quickly jumped down from the tree and putting your hands on her shoulders.

"Boo!"

"Ah! There you are [name]~"

"How aren't you scared?!"

"Surely you didn't think that would scare me! We've been together for quite some time now so I know all your tricks!"

Hu tao replied, feeling really proud to be used to your antics and nonsense whenever meeting up.

..While you, on the other hand, felt defeated as you had already used every trick up your sleeves to try and scare her. Every single one with no reaction out of her!

"Aww~ Cheer up! Maybe one day you'll be as good as me~!"

"Hmph! You said that last time, you could've just pretended!"

You crossed your arms and pouted your lips. Which cause hu tao to quickly pecked your cheeks.

"Don't be like that darling! It's fun teasing you~"

Although your tricks never work, you didn't mind as you could get a garuanteed kiss from her every time you pretended to be upset with her! Which you find to be quite worth the stunt.

"I'll let you off for now.. Now, come quick! The sun is about to set and I don't want to miss the view with my wonderful girlfriend!"

You said as you grabbed hu tao's arm and began dragging her towards the cliff to get a clearer view of the scenery.

Taking a seat, you both admire the atmosphere. It isn't often hu tao leaves her work early to meet you, so you wanted her to bathe in this spectacular view and maybe get some poem inspiration.

However, it was rare to see hu tao not say anything during moments like this, so you decided to take the initiative.

"Hey hu tao? Hypothetically speaking, do you think the sun is the brightest thing or do you think the stars are?"

"Eh?! Why all of a sudden are you asking? Hm.. I think the stars should be brighter as there are millions of them~"

"If you were to ask me. I would had said none, as you are the much more brighter than them in my life"

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vinetae · 1 year

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Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.

Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-

IT HAD-

A PLOT???!!

I hope you enjoy it <;33

P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?

Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.

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Pairings: Single Dad!Jimin x Babysitter!Reader

Genre: Single dad!AU, Babysitter!AU, Angst, Smut, !!Age gap!!

Word Count: ??

Summary: Uhhh you already knowwww

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"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.

'225'

You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.

Number 2; Rent was due.

Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years.

Only that had not been the case.

It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details.

Name: Park Jimin.

Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.

Date for day: December 13th.

You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up.

Message from: PJMin

Details

You click on the message.

From: PJMin

Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?

You smile just a bit at the situation.

How ironic.

To: PJMin

Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away.

A few minutes later, your phone goes off.

From: PJMin

No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right?

You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead.

To: PJMin

Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here.

From: PJMin

Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha

You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..

To: PJMin

Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?

From: PJMin

Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question;

You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.

From: PJMin

How well do you like Thomas The Train?

One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone.

"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place.

"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg.

"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair.

"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.

"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.

"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.."

Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?

His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.

"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression.

Ji-woo's..

Not Mr. Park's.

Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.

"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.

You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.

"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.

"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..

"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.

"We'll have to work on that."

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It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.

"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.

"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.

"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.

Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises.

_____

Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.

"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.

"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.

"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.

"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.

"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!"

"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.

"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?

He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it.

___

Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless..

You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.

"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.

"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.

"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.

His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.

"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.

"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.

"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.

"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-

Staring straight into yours.

You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.

"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.

"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.

"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-

"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..

His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...

But you also noticed something else.

On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger.

He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened.

He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.

"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.

"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.

"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.

"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.

"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.

"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.

His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo.

Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.

His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear.

"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.

"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.

"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.

"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans, toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.

"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.

"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.

"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"

You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight.

A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face.

"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig.

"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.

"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.

"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.

"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.

"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.

"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.

"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.

"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-"

"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud.

To: PJMin

Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉

"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.

"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud.

"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head.

You wished the world would swallow you whole.

"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping.

This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content. You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior.

From: PJMin

Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?

To: PJMin

You're more than welcome to 😉

From: PJMin

I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?

Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!"

You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics.

You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son.

Trust me, he was just as nervous.

Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet,

He somehow still can't get you out of his mind.

"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.

"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.

"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.

"Ooo, looks like someone's here~" He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you.

I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally.

The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate.

Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling.

"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.

"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.

"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.

"Uhm.. Hi."

He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already.

"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.

"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something.

"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.

"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.

"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.

"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.

"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.

"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass.

"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"I prefer the back."

You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him.

"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air.

"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.

"My friend took my phone."

"No passcode?"

"Passcode. But she knew it."

"Then might wanna change it."

"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before.

"Like what you see, baby?"

You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up.

And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?

Infiltration begins.

It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9.

His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste.

"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement.

"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds.

"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.

"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.

"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.

"What?"

"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment."

Shit.

He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles.

"Y/n I-"

Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust.

"You lied to me."

His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner.

"You said your mother had an appointment."

"She did but-"

"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!"

"Y/n please I-"

He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge.

"Just calm down-"

You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.

"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"

He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone.

"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.

"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!"

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child.

Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself.

"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping.

"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.

"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."

He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.

h of your hands.

"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.

"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.

"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.

"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine.

"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.

"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.

"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.

"I'm not like every other man."

Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.

"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.

"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.

"Mr. Park."

6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.

On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.

Something your apartment could ever even dream of.

You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks.

The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top.

Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper.

The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now.

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes.

Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere.

Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture.

His wedding day.

She had looked beautiful.

She looked perfect.

How could you compare?

He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..

You're so stupid.

This was all so stupid.

His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

They looked like the perfect couple.

The perfect family.

You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown.

Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall.

He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise.

Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection.

You felt angry.

Broken.

Digusted.

How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!

You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor.

You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin.

And you hated that.

Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM.

finally.

He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office.

The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset.

His wedding pictures.

"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.

To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times.

"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself.

"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings.

'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra.

He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that."

"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business.

"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter.

"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."

He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.

"I know."

You finally glance at him on your own terms.

"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"

You watch his eyes widen at your words.

"Y/n.."

You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.

"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.

"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.

"Is this about my marriage or my job?"

"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.

"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone. He scoffs at your silence.

"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension.

"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."

Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife.

"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.

"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.

"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"

The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.

"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."

You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.

"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal.

"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"

You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance.

"See? Told you."

He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.

"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."

His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.

"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."

He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.

"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.

"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.

"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.

"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question.

Damn.

Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)

"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.

He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.

"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"

He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.

"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.

"Good girl."

His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.

"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.

"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.

"No? But you were so confident earlier though."

He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.

"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-

Holy fuck did his hands hurt..

"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness.

"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle.

"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth.

"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees.

"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow.

"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that,

HOLY SHIT.

"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles.

"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..

"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.

"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure.

"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room.

"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties.

"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray.

"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips.

"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.

"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.

"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"

You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.

"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.

"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.

"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.

"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."

You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.

"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.

"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.

He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.

"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"

His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.

"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.

"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.

"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.

"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.

"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.

He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."

You gently nod, flashing a small smile.

"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"

"You're a virgin?"

You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.

"Yeah but I like thi-"

"How the hell am I so lucky."

His words stop you mid-sentence.

"W-what?"

He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."

He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.

"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.

"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."

He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.

"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.

"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.

"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.

"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.

"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.

"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.

"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.

"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.

You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.

"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.

"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..

Holy shitballs.

He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.

"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.

"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.

"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.

"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.

"Mmmm, feels good?"

"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.

"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.

"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.

"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.

"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.

"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s

"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.

"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.

He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.

"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.

"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.

"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.

He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.

"I'm ready."

He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.

Okay..

Not so bad.

You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.

Okay it's a little un-

"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.

"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.

"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.

"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.

"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.

"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.

"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.

"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.

"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.

"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."

You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"

You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"

You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.

"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.

"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.

"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.

"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."

You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.

"You've got a breast kink.."

He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.

Mostly from your side.

"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.

"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"

He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.

"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.

"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.

"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.

"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."

You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.

"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.

Psh, as if you weren't already in that.

"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.

He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.

"What's this for?"

He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "

His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.

"I'm gonna give you a baby."

He sits up, smiling like a little kid.

""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.

"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"

______________________________________________________________ You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'

omg I need sleep-

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tartagliad · 2 years

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Summary: just you wearing your boyfriend's clothing :3

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Ayato, and Zhongli

Genre: fluff!

Warnings: none

(A/N: completely self-indulgent from myself, that's why this idea came out, ehe~ also first time writing Ayato, hope i did it well :D)

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Diluc:

Let's be real, that black jacket is his favorite

Not only him, but you also loved it

Given the fact that it's not to heavy yet it still feels warm to wear

I know Diluc has a lot of set of clothing, but he just love wearing this one

Today though.. he can't find where it is

He asked the maids where was it and they said that it was already washed and was already in his closet

He gave up after that, thinking maybe he was looking at the wrong place

Since he's rushed and needs to work in the tavern, he just wear a black button-up shirt and a white outer (y'know, this one-)

Diluc then left and walk to the tavern

Nothing special happening in the tavern, just people ordered some drinks and have talk then proceed to get drunk

He was just wiping the wine glass when you came to the tavern

You walked in and sit on the bar chair in front of him, "ah, finished with your work already, dear?" he looked at you and you nodded

Diluc was about to turned around when he looked at something you were wearing

It was so similar to the one that he usually wear..

"uh.. y/n" tilting his head, you looked up at him, "is that my jacket..?"

You giggled and nodded, "it's fluffy, okay? i wanna wear it.." you said using an innocent tone

He swear that his heart almost burst out how cute you are wearing it

like miss- may I just hold you all day and night cause you look UNBELIEVABLY smol-

You saw him smiling and blush at the look of you, guess you have the permission to use it when ever you want

"Seems you look good in it than myself.. haha, you can use it anytime you want then, but be sure to tell me first.. maybe I would've ran with it-''

Childe:

ngehehehe-

You would love to steal his clothing and wear it to anywhere you want

Work? Meeting? or just have a walk? you would wear his clothes no doubt

It's just so comfy and warm, especially when he's out on a mission

You would wear it because you missed him so much :(

So yeah everywhere you go, you just wear it, yes it's big but you loved it

When he came back tho.. ehe..

Face would fill with confusion when he opened the closet

Childe didn't remember that he bring that many clothes with him but almost half of it is gone..

He checked his suitcase, it's only about eighth of what he had

Then he checked the laundry, it was filled with his clothes..

"Babeee.." he called you, a few minutes later you came, "yeah?"

His eyes is still locked to the basket and he didn't realized that you're wearing one of his

"..say.. since when I used that many clothes..?'' he aksed, you just hold your smile, "hum? you were the one who bring them, sugar..'' you answered

Getting more confused, Childe turned around finally facing you, "that's weird-'' that's when he understands what happened

"hah.. so the criminal behind this was here all along..~" he said playfully

You giggled and almost ran from him, but he already captured you

"ah ah~ you ain't going anywhere, girlie~" he picked you up and lie you on the couch

"Since you wear it without my permission.. tickle attack!!" he then tickles you as a punishment

"hahaha, I'm sorry- hahhaha!!" you laughed

Well, at the end he just let it slide and let you wear it, you look good with it either way

"What should I do now, hm? I guess now I have to baught some extra clothes for myself since you loved mine.. I don't mind it, you look cute in it either way.."

Kamisato Ayato:

I know his clothing look really long, but I literally would wear it-

It looks fun? cool? elegant? yes

He probably had a lot of different colours and models, would also use it depending on his mood that day

The fabric is soft and smooth, it's also surprisingly very comfortable to wear on a daily basis

Well, there's no doubt that Ayato can just sleep with that on if he's too tired to change-

When both of you are out and it's suddenly windy, he would give you the outer part which is the jacket on you

You swear that thing is actually so warm yet light??

You loved it so much, sometimes you forgot to give it back to him lmao

"Haha, darling.. my jacket is still on you", Ayato then gently takes it off you, you just pout

Since this is Ayato we're talking about, he would tease you and pretends to not know :(

"Darling, I'll be back soon, don't worry too much~", he smiles innocently, urgh.. that tone of his..

You just nodded, still pouty.. kisses his cheeks and wave a goodbye

Too cute he thought, Ayato is just having fun after that and went inside his office

Maybe he'll borrow you some of his clothes and tease you a bit

After all, he also wants everyone to know who you belong to~

"Hmm, it looks cute on you, darling. Maybe I should let you have a few of my clothes. Sure you don't want it~? It's comfy like me, y'know~ haha~"

Zhongli:

Zhongli has SO many layers on his body-

Doesn't it feel hot? Especially in Liyue Harbor..

Anyways back to the topic, it looks heavy not gonna lie

It's not light and breathable like Childe's or soft and flowy like Ayato's

It's also really big, it would just cover your body from top to bottom like a blanket would

Almost like Diluc's but this is thick thick, I like to imagine that the dark brown-black colour part of his clothes are like really firm fur (see how it rhymes-)

You liked it since it feels like it's protecting you :3

Maybe you can fly with it-

On some days when you feel really like you missed him too much

You would wear it, either the button ups or the outer

It smells like him too, it soothes the feel of you missing him :)

At the end, you just wear it around the house

Zhongli tends to find you wearing it when you're sleeping

He thought it's cute, your body just cased by his own clothing

"Hmm, is it warm, dearest?" he sat beside you and you nodded, leaning your body towards him

He adores how cute and beautiful you are in his clothes, Zhongli just stayed there, holding you and smiled to himself

You never failed to make him blush

Maybe he would try to wear some of your oversized clothes because some of them are his sized.. :D

"Seems you like wearing them rather than wearing your own.. You can wear it for as long as you like. I still have more that I can wear, it's all yours, dearest"

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#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin childe #genshin boys #genshin #mihoyo #kamisato ayato #ayato #genshin zhongli #zhongli #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin x reader #tartaglia #childe fluff #childe

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months

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Battle Of The Knights Alt Ending 4: There Are No Winners

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: eh no one's vibing here lol

Genre: this one is angst

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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There is no good choice. You've been thinking it over and over every day now and you can't see any decision going well. You can't possibly be expected to pick a favorite. That's what this is basically, picking a favorite person. At least that's what it feels like and you do not want to do that. How could you? No, there were too many unpredictable factors to try and choose one.

Hey guys, I made a choice. We should meet up when you all have a chance.

Their response comes quicker than you were expecting. Barely a few minutes pass before your phone dings with a message.

Sure, why don't we grab lunch tomorrow? We can go to our usual spot. -Marc

Good. Somewhere neutral. It'll make things easier. At least a little bit.

Works for me. Is 2 okay for time?

That's usually what time you guys would grab lunch there on the days you go so you can't imagine it'd be a problem but between the three of them- scheduling can be madness.

Two is perfect. See you then. -Marc

Great.

The next day you have to actively stop yourself from leaving extremely early to meet them. You're so anxious to get through this conversation that you were ready way before you needed to be and that left you with nothing to do but mull over how much you're dreading it until it's a reasonable time to leave. When you get to the cafe you're meeting at, they're already sitting at a table. You walk over and when they spot you they stand.

"Y/n, you made it." It's Marc that greets you with a smile and you hug him as you reply.

"Yeah! Hey, good to see you." You say taking a seat in the chair he wasn't in before you entered.

"Well duh we're like this." Marc crosses two fingers to indicate your closeness and you chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess we are pretty close." You hum.

"I went ahead and ordered for us since we got here early, courtesy of Steven, they should be calling it out soon so I wanna wait that way we're not like interrupted." Marc tells you.

"Oh yeah no problem we can wait. Thanks for ordering." You smile although you literally do not have the appetite for this lunch despite it being one of your favorites. It only takes a minute or two for them to call Marc's name and he jogs up to the counter to retrieve your meals and bring them back.

"And the food has arrived." He announces as he sets down your bag in front of you and sits down again.

"Indeed it has." You smile popping open the bag to pick at your fries. You don't want to open the sandwich you always get just yet because if this conversation goes as horribly as you're worried it will you'll want to be able to grab your lunch and leave.

"Alright, decision day, right?" Marc prompts as he pulls out his food and starts unwrapping things.

"Right." You nod.

"You know I have to admit I didn't think you'd really use the whole three weeks when you said it at the end of our date." Marc says before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Yeah, well- you guys gave me a lot to think about. I had to make sure I made the right decision. But I'm sure the waiting was killer. Especially with how y'all can be." You muse.

"How we can be?! Rude!" He protests.

"Maybe but it's not incorrect." You shrug.

"I resent that." His eyes narrow at you.

"Oh I'm sure you do." You scoff. Marc chuckles and you allow his laughter to die down while you settle your nerves before speaking again. "I love you guys, you know that, right?"

"Of course. And we love you." Marc says without missing a beat.

"Then... I hope you'll understand when I say I won't- pick one of you." You say shakily. Marc freezes in the middle of putting down his sandwich at your words.

"What?"

"I had- a lot of fun with you, each of you, but I can't date any of you. I love you, really but this just- we work well as we are and I don't want to change that." You say. There's a long pause where Marc is frowning at- nothing in particular, he's not looking at you and after over a minute passes you stand up, assuming he needs space to process things.

"If you weren't going to choose to be with one of us why go through the trouble of doing any of this?" It's Jake's voice that stops you from standing all the way.

"What?"

"If you weren't going to choose any of us what was the point of doing all of this at all?"

"It's what you asked me to do. I did exactly what you asked. Go on a date with each of you and make a decision after that. You don't like my decision and I can understand that. You don't have to like it but it's my choice and you will respect it, Jake. I expect at least that much from you."

"So all of this was just to appease us- because we asked?" Jake looks at you, practically glares at you.

"Of course it was. Look I had a lot of fun with you all really I did- but you all are a unit that I have no desire to split up in any way and you all plus me work really well- the way we are now. I don't want to mess that up either. I like the way things are." You say meeting his stare head on. As worried as you were about all of this you refuse to let Jake intimidate you.

"It sounds like you're scared. We put ourselves out there to you and you can't be bothered to risk doing the same?!"

"It's not about that Jake. I care about all of you and I have no interest in seeing things shift. If- this decision is what destroys our friendship if you- can't speak to me anymore because I refuse to choose between you, I can live with it. I'd rather lose all of you at once now than lose you one at a time." You say calmly.

"Why is that the only outcome you see?"

"I've spent the past 3 weeks going over every possible way this ends- there are too many not good possibilities. I don't like the odds. I understand that you're upset and I will give you space to deal with that." You shake your head.

"And what if we don't want to see you again?" Jake asks harshly. You don't allow that flash of hurt you feel to simmer as you answer him.

"I will respect that choice." You say, slowly, because as much as you try to mask it the idea does hurt you to think about.

"Y/n- wait. Jake- he's upset, we all are- but he doesn't mean that. We'd never-"

"Don't speak in absolutes. And don't speak for him. He might not get over this and he doesn't have to. It's okay if he- never wants to talk to me again." You cut off Steven's frantic attempts at defusing the situation.

"He'll come around. You know he will- he's never been able to stay mad at you." Steven says.

"This is different Steven. I think he feels particularly betrayed. He doesn't- feelings aren't something he allows himself and the one time he did- it backfired. The door is always open for him but- he may not want to speak to me again and that's okay too, but I'll always be around if he does."

"Y/n-"

"I- I should go but I'll see you around. I love you by the way. All of you. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you hoped." You say grabbing your lunch and darting out of the place before Steven can try more placating. This played out about as well as you expected but you feel you made the best choice for you and that's all that should matter. Right?

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Taglist: @queerponcho @avengersinitiative2012 @stressed-cherry

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sequinsonic · 2 years

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boom!sonic x reader coffeeshop!au hcs!

pairing: boom!sonic x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | coffee shop!au | headcanons

warning(s): none:>

word count: 854

note: lol this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but i wasn't sure what else to add to it, so might as well put it out now:> and it's kinda all over the place, so i apologize ㅠㅠ. also, sonic's personality in this is a lot like how he acts in boom as well as the other characters, that's the only reason this is titled as such ^ enjoy!!

+ so you and amy have opening shifts everyday except for fridays and sundays

+ she only works till noon tho because for some reason she always has to attend some lesson

+ "sorry i got a yoga lesson at 1:00, then a book club at 2:00, then psychology class at 3:30, then—" girly is like barbie trying out every single thing you can think of

+ then on fridays, you get to open along with the energetic co-worker that shadow is /hj

+ BUT SONIC DOESN'T WORK ON FRIDAYS

+ which means you're stuck with shadow for the day and his very limited topics of conversations

+ unless it's a "hello" and "can you brew this order?" he says there's "no reason to talk during business hours"

+ you'd think he's just tired but homie drinks like 5 cups of americano daily so that's impossible

+ pretty sure the guy just hates everyone

+ but anyways, onto sonic already

+ where to begin ohmygod

+ y'all have the most fun together out of everyone

+ hell, even the customers know how chaotic the café gets when you're both working the same shifts

+ you guys are usually alone from 12:00am to 2:00pm before shadow and sticks clock in

+ "c'mon y/n! just one more time!"

+ "sonic we have 10 more minutes before the rest show up. would you PLEASE put away your game of trashball"

+ he always lets you play whatever music you want for the day

+ oh and doesn't like it when you're cashier

+ he says there are customers who tend to get too "friendly" with you

+ no rlly the amount of napkins he throws away with a random number written on it happens more than you'd think

+ your pure ass didn't understand what that meant, but it also saves you from another annoying task so who are you to complain eh?

+ when there's someone other than you two working, he likes to sneak into the back with you

+ "we just have some organizing to do back there" and boom you're gone for 20 minutes

+ but it's not like you guys do anything bad

+ maybe. sometimes. idk

+ 90% of the time you're just munching on leftovers or gossiping about what's been going in the village

+ the rest of the 10%? prob playing your 20th round of uno lol

+ but anyway, buckle up. shit gets real when you two become a thing

+ you two came to an agreement that you weren't going to tell anyone abt y'all just yet

+ sonic just wasn't ready for that type of teasing

+ he likes to make you a cup of vanilla latte during every shift

+ "hey, you come here often? let me set you up with this amazing, extraordinary and never done before cup of latte"

+ "sonic i work here"

+ he's trying his best to not pull you to the back every chance he gets

+ he's so obvious abt it tho

+ just wants your attention rlly

+ not that he'll ever EVER say that lol

+ "listen i know we're in the middle of a rush but i'm just so drained so can i please have some motivation—"

+ "you have the oddest way of asking for a kiss"

+ i mean it when i say that you guys can't be separated even while working

+ y'all have somehow managed to convince shadow that every task is a two person job lol

+ "really hard at work holding a cup while amy pours in the ice, aren't you sonic?"

+ "shadow— listen. you don't understand. i must do this. one cube of ice misses the cup and we're done for. we'll be short on stock and as you know it's really hard to survive in this economy and—"

+ "alright, shut up. i get it. now get back to work."

+ the thrill of your relationship is trying to hide it from everyone else ngl

+ sticks says she always catches you staring and stealing glances at sonic or vice-versa

+ and god forbid he looks at you while you're putting your quills (?) in a ponytail

+ he just loves that sm idk it makes him wanna kiss you so bad

+ this information, however, is not news for you

+ "look at him ringing up that order, his side profile is so—" "y/n you're spilling everything!"

+ it's the same the other way around lol

+ closing shifts with sonic are always the best

+ y'all usually stay together afterwards to clean everything and leave it ready for tomorrow morning

+ relaxing music is on, no one is there to bother you, only the two of you

+ we know sonic can't stay still for long, so him knowing he gets to go home with you if everything gets cleaned up asap is a good offer

+ the comfort of it all is knowing sonic is probably gonna crash at yours afterwards

+ "shouldn't you sleep at your shack tonight?" "no i like your bed it's very comfy"

+ a nice cup of tea before heading home and your day ends on such a good note

+ both of y'all are so obsessed with each other to be honest

+ sonic generally loves spending time with you, so working at the same place together? what a steal!

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic boom x reader #sonic boom #boom sonic #boom sonic headcanons #sonic headcanons #sequinsonic writes

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winterandwords · 11 months

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This or that

Thanks to @i-can-even-burn-salad for the tag!

Historical or Futuristic

I enjoy obsessing thinking about what could be much more than what has been. I find the potential research topics way more appealing and I'm a pathological technology enjoyer, so.

Opening or Closing Chapter

I get ending anxiety. Also, I just love writing beginnings and setting the tone for a story.

Light and Fluffy or Dark and Gritty

Dark and gritty with a few fluffy moments, maybe? Now that I think about it, even my fluffy moments are at least a little bit dark and gritty.

Animal Companion or Found Family

Found family, partly because I love it as a concept and partly because I don't tend to write about characters who would be good animal custodians.

Horror or Romance

How dare you?? Since "I write love story like crude oil is a tea" (look up the tea alignment chart for reference) became such a thing that I included it in the blurb for November Breaks, I can't not have...OK, not sure we're calling that romance actually. But also horror is fucking great. Honestly, my romance is pretty horrific, so I'm having both.

Hard Magic System or Soft Magic System

No magic system, thanks. I don't write about magic systems at all. It just doesn't appeal to me as a thing to write about.

Stand-alone or Series

Things start as standalones and then I get attached to characters and worlds, so they become series.

One Project at a Time or Always Currently Juggling 2+

Ooooh...if you'd asked me a few months ago, I would've said one at a time. Currently I'm working on two WIPs and I'm really happy with how that's going, so I guess I'm polyWIPorous now.

One Award Winner or One Best Seller

Eh. Can I have another neither? Or can I substitute both those options for "one life-changer for someone who needed it"?

Fantasy or Sci-Fi

I'm really not a fantasy person. There are some amazing exceptions and some of my favourite writer friends write incredible fantasy that I'm heavily invested in and enjoy very much, but in general it's not my genre.

Character Description or Setting Description

I'm taking both here again. Fight me.

First Draft or Final Draft

I love editing. I live for the point where all the sand is in the sandbox and I'm building the castle. Final drafts, where I'm fiddling with individual words, are peak joy for me.

Tagging @nanashi23, @manathen and @ezestreet, if you'd like to do it 💜

#writeblr tags #this or that tag

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tranquilpetrichor · 9 months

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take a break | ch. 2

synopsis: your ankle injury is a pain in the ass, but you find an unexpected source of comfort in a developing friendship with a teammate.

cast: ni-ki (enhypen) x reader ft. gunwook (zb1), soul (p1harmony), more to come

genre: dancer!au, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, f2l

wc: 2.6k (2,677)

chapter warnings: mentions of injury, cursing, one joke about wanting to shit from fear

a/n: holy shit i'm just as sleepy as yn is here please do not follow our example. praying there aren't many typos. the lesson here? don't write when sleepy.

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finished with another day of school, you sit at home on your computer, attempting to do one more assignment so that you can think about something other than schoolwork.

eventually, you complete the last problem on the paper, and reward yourself by sitting on your bed. time to be lazy, you suppose.

you’re still surprised about your small, but meaningful interaction with ni-ki from the other day. shit, maybe your half-formed impression on his character, mostly formed by anecdotes from friends, was all wrong.

he’d actually texted you a couple times throughout the day, checking up on you and sending various videos (mostly dance ones) he enjoyed.

(of course, you always make sure to respond with texts expressing your gratitude. it was the least you could do for him.)

and you live vicariously through those videos, imagining that you're the one turning and flipping, even though your present physical state limits you from being able to fly like you knew you could.

it's painfully bittersweet to be so close to your craft, and yet so far. having feelings of jealousy seem inevitable.

patience, y/n. injuries don't heal overnight.

despite your sadness, you had to find the good somehow. it wasn't fair to mope around and be sad while everyone else worked hard. you decide to call your friend hikaru (who also happened to be on your dance team) and see how she was doing—hopefully she was available.

unsurprisingly, she took the call in a matter of seconds, her cheery voice ringing through the speaker.

"hi y/n! are you at home right now?"

you sigh. "yeah. just finished a nasty set of math problems, and i needed a break."

"ouch. well, you always know that i'll be here if you need anything! how's your ankle?"

you look over at your theraband, neatly situated next to your dance bag. "eh, i'm doing my best with physical therapy but not being able to dance is such a drag. at least the injury isn't getting worse."

"that's good! just keep resting—and i know you'll be shaking your head at me, i know you too well. but you need rest."

she pauses for a second or two, and then starts speaking again. "oh, yea, i'm curious. was that ni-ki talking with you the other day at practice?"

you readjust your sitting position and respond. "mhm. said he likes my notes and wants to talk to me more. i'm surprised, he's texted me a couple of times in these past 2 days alone and sent me dance videos—it's improved my mood quite a bit."

"ah, that's actually kinda cute," hikaru says.

"maybe he likes you," she adds afterwards, teasingly.

you roll your eyes, that girl always wants to be a matchmaker. "okay, hikaru. and pigs can fly."

even over the phone, you can picture her excited face. "i'm just saying! he really does seem to care about you."

another pause. "look, putting my teasing aside, i'm glad other people support you too, y/n. just don't ever forget it."

if she were here, you know you’d give her a proper hug right about now. "i won't. thanks for everything, bestie."

she laughs. "of course, and you can thank me by paying for a meal sometime."

with the typical banter between you two alive and well, you feel at least some sense of normalcy in your life.

the next day, you go to dance practice wishing you'd packed something for extra energy. you're yawning every few minutes and slapping yourself up to stay awake throughout the car ride to your studio. nevertheless, you show up 10 minutes early, notebook in hand, and prepare to get more work done.

you'd say you have a pretty good idea of everyone's habits when it came to arriving late, early or on the dot.

some people, like gunwook and hikaru, are already present, as you predicted beforehand, while others, like ni-ki, will show up about 2 minutes before practice is set to start. how he's comfortable doing that, you have no idea.

he waves to you shyly when he does come in, greeting you with a small "hi", and you wave back with a smile. almost everyone is present now, doing some pre-warmup stretches or just sitting and talking.

the booming voice of your director interrupts your thoughts. "alright, time for warmups!"

everyone shuffles around the room to find their happy spot as you stretch your arms gently toward the sky.

at one point, gunwook shoots you a concerned look that seems to ask “are you good?". however, you reassure him that you're fine with a thumbs up.

as you figure would be the case, he doesn't believe you and tosses you an extra energy bar during break, saying "you look as energetic as me during english class, go eat," before he goes to your director to ask a question.

you find your head threatening to slump forward, and you reach for your water, hoping it'll alleviate your drowsiness.

it helps a bit, and you just tell yourself that you'll get through this next hour, mostly because you're stubborn.

you watch the rest of the rehearsal without falling asleep, which you consider a win. but now you’re hungry, and a hungry y/n is never a fully productive one. you open your notebook, and realize just how uncharacteristically messy your notes were from today.

i should rewrite those... but that's for later.

after practice ends, you decide to get a snack at a nearby cafe that you like. since you can't drive as of right now (another thing you were annoyed about), it's your mom that takes you there.

you use this time to take a brief power nap, and although it's not the same as getting a proper night of sleep, it's something.

"be careful," your mom says, opening the door as you step out with your crutches. "i'll order something too—ugh. god knows i need a coffee."

you suppress a yawn and cautiously make your way over the curb. "alright, mom."

you enter the cafe, which isn't completely empty but also not too crowded. instinctively your eyes scan around, and you spot ni-ki at a table, already eating some type of dessert. he was here too?

you feel a little shy (mostly because you're with your mom) and avert your gaze, but he notices you, a look of surprise on his face.

"y/n?"

you look back at him, equally as surprised. "what a coincidence, didn't think i'd be seeing you here."

"uh, same. i've been here a couple times."

"you didn't tell me about this friend," your mom whispers, giving you a side eye. "i thought i finally knew about all of them."

you groan. telling your parents about stuff was always one of your least favorite things to do. "well, forgive me, but it was a recent friendship."

"oh, is that your mom?" ni-ki asks you politely.

"yep, it is."

"uh, hi ms. l/n. i'm nishimura riki, but everyone just calls me ni-ki," he says, giving her a small wave of the hand.

she smiles. "ah, nice to meet another friend of y/n's."

you look back and forth between the two. usually, your friends ended up meeting your parents when you already had a well-developed friendship, not when you had just started talking a few days ago.

the counter to order is empty, so you ask your mom if you can go over. "mom, what did you want to order? i can get it for you."

"it's alright. i'll order for you, i'm sure you'd want to talk with your friend, after all!"

your mouth widens slightly in surprise. "okay, then. i'll get the chocolate açaí bowl and a medium peach iced tea."

ah, parents. they lived to embarrass you sometimes, especially in front of people you knew.

well, it's not like you were in a rush to go anywhere. you carefully sit down across from ni-ki, setting your crutches behind your chair.

"so, how was practice for you today?" he asks.

you groan unintentionally. "honestly? i wanted to curl up and sleep. and then now i'm hungry."

he raises a single eyebrow. "bruh. you didn't bring anything to eat?"

"forgot. i usually remember, but i've felt off today."

okay, maybe you had slept a little late yesterday, but you didn't think it would be that much of a problem. it was necessary to prevent a backlog of tasks to do, you couldn't stand going to sleep knowing there were still things to complete.

ni-ki shrugs, and extends a spoon towards you. "i guess we all have our off days. oh yeah, do you want part of this pastry?"

you look at the chocolate-filled treat in front of you, your stomach doing more of the thinking than anything else. it couldn't hurt to eat a lot.

ugh, is there a word for being hungry and sleepy?

"oh," you respond rather abruptly, realizing you'd been thinking for a couple seconds too long. any longer, and you'd be off in dreamland. "sure. thanks again. chocolate is always a guilty pleasure of mine."

"no problem," he says with a tiny grin. "well... i'm curious. you like chocolate, but what do you think about mint chocolate?"

you pause to consider your answer. "it's alright. i wonder if anyone could convince me to order it, though. i usually just go for plain chocolate. why, are you the mint chocolate enjoyer?"

"of course. it's the superior ice cream flavor," he replies with a grin.

you shudder slightly. "people like you scare me."

just then, your mom comes back, setting a tray on the table. she grabs a croissant stored in a paper bag and her coffee, leaving the rest of the food for you.

"i'll be in the car, let me know if you need anything," she says, giving you a knowing glance that seemed to say 'i should leave you kids alone to have fun.'

"got it, i should be fine, but thank you."

you look back at her briefly as she walks towards the door, a sheepish grin on your face. "oh god, that was embarrassing. i didn't think you'd meet her so soon..."

"i know the feeling. whenever my parents asked to meet my friends, i almost wanted to shit in my pants from fear, haha. it's not like my friends are bad people, i didn't know if everyone would get along, you know."

you cackle, hoping the two employees working the counter don't care too much. "damn. that's some descriptive imagery..."

he scratches the back of his neck, probably out of embarrassment. "too much?"

you roll your eyes with a smile. "it was funny, so i'll let you off the hook."

swept up in conversation, you almost forget about the fact that you actually have more food to eat, but as always, your stomach serves as a reminder.

you stare at the bowl in front of you and pick up the spoon beside it. "oh yeah, i'd better dig in. this place has good food."

eager to satisfy your hunger, you start eating. the açaí bowl tastes as good as it usually did, but admittedly, all food seems to taste amazing when you're starving.

in any case, you're certainly in a better state of mind now. if you really thought about it, you could attribute part of it to food, and part of it to being here with a friend. the two of you continue to talk, and that's how you end up learning some more interesting facts about him.

these include things like his favorite color (black), his dog's name (bisco), and favorite season (spring). he even shows you some photos of bisco on his phone.

you can't help but comment. "aww, your dog is so cute! i wish i had one."

he laughs, swiping to a video of him playing with the dog.

"thanks, bisco's a little dumb sometimes, but adorable. he's growing pretty fast... time flies, i guess."

"it really does."

he's smiling at his photo gallery, and unintentionally, you find yourself smiling too. in the back of your mind, you make it your goal to meet bisco one day—you'd like to think you're popular with animals.

only when you finally look at your own phone do you realize how much time you've spent conversing with ni-ki—it's been over half an hour. by now, you've finished your food and drink, and feel ready to leave.

"i'm surprised my mom isn't yelling at me to come out," you say, carefully cleaning up the table. "although, i should probably go home anyways. where's your ride?"

"my sister's coming, she's actually a few minutes away." he holds up an app that you presume it's a location tracker. "yea, everyone in our family has this to keep track of where we are."

you nod, glancing at the moving dot that was indeed on a nearby street. "alright, i see. i just didn't want to leave you here alone."

he looks surprised, which you didn't quite expect, but a second later, his expression is nonchalant. "nah, i'll be fine, no worries."

"well, if you say so."

you stand up slowly, reaching for your crutches and positioning them so that you could start walking. even now, it was frustrating to think about how the smallest things, like a carpet or a slightly slippery floor, could impede your progress.

and usually, you'll power walk everywhere, but of course, you're in no state to do that just yet. you need to learn how to rely on yourself again and adapt to the situation.

ni-ki walks beside you silently, and somehow, you're less worried. of course, you're still cautious about walking, but it's nice to have someone near you in case of an emergency.

by the time you reach the door, ni-ki's already opened it. the act is surprising, but welcome nonetheless, considering how often people don't hold the door open anyways.

"thanks," you say with a smile.

"see you at practice?"

you nod, looking at your mom's car. "yeah, see you there. stay safe!"

"roger that," he says, as you make your way across the pavement.

you open the car door, swinging it as far wide as you can, and situate yourself against the car but facing away from it. like you learned from your physical therapist, you put both crutches in your right hand, holding on tightlyi

you reach out with your left hand, using the dashboard as support, and carefully lower yourself onto the car seat. you swing your left leg into the car, followed by your right.

at least i can do that on my own.

your mom greets you with a smile.

"well, you stayed out longer than i expected you to. but you're talking to people, that's good."

"mom, i'm not a hermit."

she starts up the car and slowly backs out of the parking space.

"i know, honey. but i sleep well at night knowing you have good friends. life's quite harsh sometimes, but you don't have to be alone in that struggle."

you nod in understanding. she definitely understands a lot more about life than you do.

if only you had your mom's wisdom all the time. you've never wanted to burden others with your problems, hoping that you could shoulder them yourself instead of having people take pity on you.

your mother had once said pride was your "double-edged sword". how right she was.

"yeah, ni-ki's been kind to me," you say, recalling all the texts he's sent you, how accommodating of your injury he's been.

although i'm not entirely sure why.

from the time you've spent with him, you see bits and pieces of the easygoing jokester he's known as, but you also have been exposed to his moments of sincerity. you wonder why you haven't tried to befriend him before.

maybe it'll take a while for you to understand him more, but that just made the thought of seeing him at practice all the more exciting.

feeling your eyes start to droop, you drift off to sleep. you'll think more about all this later.

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risu5waffles · 9 months

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Always on TEN Time, Except When We're Not

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i never really got too into the meme/IP/copypasta horror stuff in LBP. Not a knock against it, but i was already pretty thoroughly aged out of most of the stuff, or too out of the loop to really get the hook; like Jeff the Killer and whatnot, i knew of, but i didn't really know. It's also, i just think you've got to push the kit a bit harder to get a horror feel from it. Like, you can definitely get horror out of cute things, but you're working at a bit of a disadvantage. Even levels that go heavy in on atmosphere and vibe still have to deal wiv the fact that the player character, regardless of how you costume them, just radiate pleasantness. Impossible? Definitely not. Difficult? Absolutely. But there was that kerfluffle wiv CrimsonFang9's stuff getting taken down recently, some of it having been sitting up on their Earth for actually 10years, and i figured i'd have a look. However i feel about horror levels, they were (are still?) a big part of the LBP community pot. i hadn't realized this was going to be a Nightmare on Elm Street level, honestly. i figured it would just be a general horror; but it still wound up working out. The presentation is all solid, both the "real world" and Freddy's boiler room of doom. The house just sitting in an empty create mode was... eh... but, you know, fine? The Freddy costume too, was pretty nice. i would be lying if i said i hadn't had fun wiv this one, but it didn't give me the spoops either, unfortunately.

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This one's actually a pretty decent little survival challenge. Nicely presented environment, clearly defined hazard behaviour, parse-able field, and limited, focused mechanics. Of course i played like crud, but i still had fun. i'm pretty sure the idea for my score bubble spawning ghostbulbs came from here, tho' i'd need to check dates to see if it was just a parallel evolution thing.

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It was a real disappointment when this one broke, because it's a real good one up to that point. Some very neat bits of grappling hook gameplay, and lots of character to the level; although i would say the reliance on browns and tans, while thematically appropriate, could leave things looking a touch washed out. Also, positive, but the way they had that one bounce pad climbing section timed out so the next train would be right beneath you when you hit the apogee of your jump? Chef's kiss. But then we get to the break, and it just breaks. It feels like a pure physics issue, but... it's weird? Usually, unless the bit has been just set up horribly wrong, leaving the level and trying it again can kind of joggle things a bit? Like, what ever random bits of timing and impact that added up to something not deploying the way it should won't in another circumstance. We saw that back in... i think it was called Golden Chain Reaction? i can't find the episode number right now. Anyway. Like, looking at the video now, and i'm pretty sure those are just regular bolts, so i can't figure why they don't just drop wiv the momentum. The could be spring bolts set too tight, but that feels like something Porkyfern should have noticed? There was one try where the bit was juuuuuust about to swing out enough that gravity should have taken its course, and at the last moment popped right back up again, and i was a little crushed.

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i really wound up liking this one. Very straightforward as far as gameplay, but lots of little mechanical interactions, and a good sense of momentum throughout. But what really sells it for me is that great music track, and the implication that the decorative elements are synced to it. i say implication, because i have exactly no rhythm, so i honestly can't judge it on a granular level, but i kinda get it well enough that if you can make a good show of it, i'll usually buy in. i feel like saying Just Shapes and Beats is one of my favourite examples of the genre is a slight on the devs, but i really did love that game, and how they worked the music into things.

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This level... Like, presentation-wise, it's a solid example of a common style i've always liked. It doesn't really push it much, but it does it well. The gameplay is pretty fun. i've always liked using the paintinator as a tool for level interactions, as opposed to just going shooty on enemies (also, a lot of creators do a terrible job judging how many hit points enemies should have before it stops being fun, and starts being spongy-boring). Some of it was actually pretty tricky, tho' that felt heavier on the front end, when it should have been on the back. By all rights, very solid high end of mid-tier (i don't mean mid-tier disparagingly here, either; i've found a lot of levels i've really enjoyed that may not be quite polished enough to be top of the pops). But then you get to that level break, and i still don't know what the heck is going on there. chronos says that's a thing that can happen wiv Attract-o-gel, and i trust him on the point, but i've literally never run into it before. And the way it just totally bricks the run if you die there even once. It was just serious weirdsville.

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We talked about this Friday, and it's just as awesome now as it was then. Go play Sacklantis.

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[ed.'s note: see below the part II video]

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i wound up bundling the gameplay levels wiv their respective cutscene counterparts, just to keep the Archive a bit tidier, and because the parts flowed into each other so well (honestly, if i had been xSLEVENx i would have published the second part of each set as a sub-level, so you wouldn't get the scoreboard break in there). That being said, i love these levels. The story is engaging and the character interactions are pretty cute. The robo-buddy as an actual object is quite well put together. The both play very well, wiv a clear, if gentle, difficulty curve; and the presentation... just *mwah*, so good. This is probably just selective perception, and it's definitely anecdotal, but i feel like sci-fi levels tend to go heavier in on visually busy environments, generally to the detriment of presentation. Lots of decorations, lots of heavily textured materials, and it's just so easy to get lost in it all. i feel like it's a hard balance to hit between "this is a recognizable sci-fi place" and "ok, but now i can't tell what's going on," but Obscurity pulls off the whole thing quite deftly, and it was a delight just looking at. Did have a bit of a funny sequence break in the first one, where you can skip a whole chunk of gameplay if you're willing to do it in perfect darkness. i wonder if i still have that b-roll lying around. i have to ditch stuff pretty quick, because the ps4 only has so much space on it.

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This one took a lot longer than it should have, because i was trying to read everything, and my Japanese reading ability is, at best, passable; but i really wanted to know if i could get the joke. i guess the joke is... grampas are inherently funny/creepy? Something something maybe it's funny if you have the cultural background? The level itself is fine. Pretty kludgy, but it is an LBP1 meme-level, so that's to be expected. The boss was kind of neat wiv needing to slingshot to hit it, using momentum and physics and all. i mean, it was also a total pain in the ass, but i did appreciate it. Eh... not every Jside level was a winner, even if there was a solid density of great creators.

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i really should have bundled all the Neon Dimension levels together, but when i first started the Archive, i felt a little leery about giving too much space all at once to one creator, especially one who is also a good friend. Which, typing that out feels also shitty and unfair to chronos, so... yeah, i just should have bundled them all together. i think of the main ND levels, this one is my favourite. It really nails the whole "level building itself" vibe, and keeps things very visually clean and parse-able. The gameplay is super fun, and the secrets were a nice, neat addition (i did ask chronos some pointers so i could definitely get all of them in the recording, but i'm pretty sure i've found them on my own before. They're well hidden, but not impossibly hidden, which i feel like some creators struggle wiv). i'm honestly a bit shocked this one never picked up a Team Pick, because it is really a super high quality level.

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So that's our ten for this go about. Some real winners in there, if any of the folx reading are still actually playing. Tomorrow's my day off and there's nothing i absolutely have to do, aside from a little editing that i'm going to make a strong go of getting done tonight. There are a few things i probably ought to do, but these last few weeks have been pretty intense emotionally, both in the good ways and the not so good ways (i feel like it's important to let y'all know i do have very good days sometimes, and even the very bad days aren't an all the time thing, they just kinda feel like they are, you know?), and i really want a day were i can just chill. i finally managed to get This Is How You Lose the Time War (it was a whole thing where, i couldn't buy it on my iPhone, but it turns out i could read it on it, but i had to do the actual purchase off my paperwhite for... reasons, i guess? Which meant i had to find where i put the darn thing, and then charge it, 'cause i haven't used it forever because i have the fucking Kindle app on my iPhone <pant, pant, pant>). i'll probably sit down a restart reading it from the start. i like what i've read so far, but reading it in momentary chunks while working the register is maybe not the best way to appreciate what's going on. Or, given the subject matter, maybe it is? It's no good for my absorption or memory, tho', that's for sure.

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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Hello my fav twisted wonderland authour ever. My love for you and your stories are never ending. Your horror writing is top notch and much better than what some multimillion horror franchise could ever hope to be. I absolutely love your oc the big whale guy and your concepts are very creative and amazing. You are severely underrated and i think you should do whatever the hell you want if you desire to do so. W + ur awesome + fuck burnout + sending you hugs and love /platonic

Ur aus have given me brainworms on multiple accounts and kept me awake at night thinking about them. I like ur darker content and ur the only one who writes yandere correctly and thats very cool and awesome of you.

Are you ok? My messages are always open if you need someone to talk to. Tell me what ideas you have. The ones you were talking about in ur latest post sound very interesting and i would love to hear about them if you feel like telling.

Also another thing i really like about your writing is you rarely use pronouns or names thats really cool of you.

Hehehehehe, I'm going to screen shot this and look at it later when I'm feeling in a real bad mood! Excuse my rambling.

Horror was something I loved all my life, I grew up watching Courage the Cowardly Dog and loving the ever loving fuck out of it! And eventually I was introduced to the concept of cosmic horror, which I really loved cause there's a whole lot of freedom to it, as cosmic horror doesn't rely on small spaces and singular locations to have that fear. Cosmic horror is ever looming. No matter where you go, you won't escape it's watch. Or, perhaps it doesn't care at all. It doesn't care for you, not will it care for your death. Or perhaps they care too much, but they will never understand what humans like.

And as for the ok part, I have to say that it's getting colder in my part of the woods, so I've been pretty lethargic. Depression gets heavier during these times. So, while my brain is going "Eh, could be worse," logically, I know I'm not okay. I know this state I'm in is not normal, but emotionally, my brain does not see it? Does that make sense? Apathetic depression is weird like that.

Hehehehe I'm glad you noticed the lack of pronouns and names used! Growing up, I've been quite used to reading reader inserts that are female with she/her pronouns, mostly because I was under the impression that that was all there was. And any of the male reader inserts I found were, uh, well you could usually tell they weren't written by men by the use of (M/N) and all that, and tends to reflect troupes found in the popular yaoi genre, which I'm not really into.

And then I got introduced to gender neutral reader inserts and interactive fiction. I have not gone back. My little brain go to work and I just had to adopt that style of reader insert writing. So, here I am, many years later, with this blog.

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I'm actually getting started on making that blog to dump all my ideas in. Right now, all the ideas I have aren't exactly set in stone, they're just feelings, you get me? Most of these ideas I have are actually based off of dreams I had, so I just decided to turn them into reader inserts.

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destinyc1020 · 2 years

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Many Z stans feel that Z should leave Euphoria. I'm just glad that she's having experiences with very high level filmmakers like Luca Guadagnino and Denis Villeneuve that will help her make a well informed decision whether she leaves Euphoria or stays. She has mentioned how Sam wants her to direct an episode and she's preparing to do so during the upcoming season. I think that there's too much hyperbole around Euphoria. The show is really not that terribly provocative and HBO has shown much worse. Now with the time jump, we will have the characters become adults which removes the controversial aspect of minors having sex. I do think that the show would be better if HBO forced Sam to set up a writers room. Anyway, I won't be like other stans having tantrums because Z did not follow our job advice. It's her life after all. I know that you don't watch the show because it's triggering, but since you were able to watch Cherry I suggest you watching Episodes 5 & 6 of this season to see how Z has developed as an actress. I highly suggest the first bridge episode. The focus of these episodes is addiction and not sex

No I agree, I'm SO glad that Z has had the experience of working with Luca and Denis... Working with these Directors will help her in the long-run in her career. Working with Sam?? Eh...not so much. No offense... 👀

But thanks to Euphoria, she won the Emmy and has been nominated (with a possible 2nd win) for another Emmy this year! (Crossing fingers) I also like how working with Sam has helped her get out of her comfort zone. I think Z is doing things the right way... Sticking to small projects while also being in MAJOR films in small roles working with great directors. But I agree....The writers room would help TREMENDOUSLY. As would being able to stick to the script instead of making changes every 2 seconds. This is a TV show, not a full-length movie lol. 😅

I don't mind seeing some of the episodes fans have mentioned, I just don't have HBO Max lol 😅🤣 While the genre isn't really my cup of tea, I don't mind watching a few episodes here and there. I just don't think I could do a steady diet of that stuff, and I'm not really a fan of Sam's Directing, the gratuitous sex/language, or drug usage. But hey, it is what it is. 🤷 Overall, I'm fine with whatever Z is happy with, and EU seems to make her happy, so.... lol...

If someone knows how I can watch HBO Max/Euphoria for FREE, then by all means, send me a DM lol. 😅

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

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synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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so um… i’m a big fan of your reader impact series! i’m neurodivergent, and i talk like razor does alot unintentionally. (people think it’s intentional, it’s something i have complete lack of control over..) how would a potentially neurodivergent streamer!razor react to reader that’s like him?

sorry if you don’t write for razor, he’s just my comfort character, and i thought i’d give it a shot-

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reader impact || first meeting: razor

series masterlist characters: razor genre: fluff contains: possibly neurodivergent razor?? but modern wolf boy :D and some mean chatters :( nothing actually written, though! just kinda mentions of chat being mean summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i'm not neurodivergent myself!! i won't specifically state if he's neurodivergent here but you're free to believe he is or isn't! also totally not projecting with the bells on ears idk what you're talking about

razor -

razor... his fanbase is something to say the least.

they're either very supportive, which he appreciates a lot.

or they're... strange.

there's some who think he fakes how he talks.

there's others who call him dumb because of how he talks. but does he care?

eh, not really.

he doesn't let it affect him too much.

he's actually really glad most of his community drowns out the bad parts of it :)

some more little facts about him

he has wolf ears on his headphones!!!

he has a bunch of them and one of his favorite pairs has bells on them :))

(cue shaking and bells ringing)

anyway, onto him as a streamer!

he's tried to stick to a schedule.

it never really works.

he streams whenever he can and whatever he feels like streaming at the moment.

he likes showing off the little trinkets he buys over the course of the week.

as for games, he likes playing whatever catches his eye, honestly.

he has no set genre of game he plays.

as long as his brain likes it, he'll play!

he's very open to taking requests from his chat, too.

in fact, most of the games he's played on stream were recommended to him :D

genshin impact wasn't one of them, though.

he heard about it from his friends and saw the trailer for it before he decided to play it.

the bright colors and cool characters were what really attracted him.

it looked pretty :)

anyway! he isn't too attached to many characters.

there's like one or two he really likes though :D

and then his chat (or at least the people enjoying the game with him) started freaking out?

and he's very confused.

so he's walking to wolvendom, right?

and the slimes start just... jumping at him.

he's decent at the combat system.

don't ask him for advice he doesn't know what he's doing either.

half of the time he's just mashing buttons.

but he gets the job done anyway!

so his player just charges at a bunch of slimes, okay?

and he's ready to fight and hit buttons!

but he just kinda... sits back when a flurry of (element) rushes past his screen.

"do not worry. wolves friends. but, you are...?"

"CHAT!"

razor is very loud at that moment.

he'll apologize to them later, he promises!

but! but!

he can't really get the words out but he knows what he wants to say!

you sound just like him when he's caught in one of his... moments? is

that what he'd call it?

regardless, he feels really happy!

like really, really happy!

and soft and giddy and--

oh he's shaking.

his chat is asking if he's okay, too.

"ah! razor okay! razor okay!"

he's trying to reassure them but he's too excited!

he'll spend the whole time during your story quest just gushing over you and how you talk :D

and throughout the whole quest, he's talking just like you.

he doesn't care that some of his chat is worried.

he doesn't care that some of his chat is also insulting him.

he sees and hears you in-game and just melts on the spot.

as soon as your quest is done, he'll roll for you.

he's seen you on the current banner so he's really excited to get you!

he doesn't even care if he gets the limited 5-star character.

but he does care that you appear on his screen and permanently join his team!

the next time he goes live, he's bought a plushie of you :)

"my new comfort plush! (name)! "

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭! | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

This is for 🫐anon who requested this! I hope I delivered it!

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem manager reader! (she/her), featuring MSBY players

Genre (s): romance, fluff

Warning (s): none!

a/n - eh this is a bit long but hope y'all enjoy it!

Enjoy!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

You started out your manager role for a volleyball team in middle school, and you enjoyed the responsibilities and job of a manager.

In your second year of university, your father's friend recommended you to MSBY as a part-time manager, and you needed some extra pocket money.

With your efficiency and close rapport with the players and coaches, they like how professional you are and good at your job.

After you graduated from university, they offered you a full-time position, and you accepted it.

Now, you are on the team officially.

You were close with the older members, but Bokuto, Atsumu, Sakusa and Hinata were new.

But, maybe of how playful and bright, you immediately got along with Bokuto, Atsumu and Hinata.

Sakusa...you took some time to get close to him.

"Manager-san! Where are you going to dress like that?" You were stopped in your tracks by Bokuto.

Today, you were dressed in a suit instead of the usual, like in an official game or press conference.

"Ah, I have an interview at the second gym. You guys are using the main one. I have to go; see you later." You bow at him and make your way to the second gym.

It was not the first time that a magazine approached you to interview, as it is not common to have a female manager on the team. Mostly, they were curious about your personal life and gossiped about the team.

But this time, it was the team's PR specialist that reached out to a significant sports magazine for an interview, and you actually did a special photoshoot with them.

Their team is meeting here to know more about your role in the group and about you.

Everything was set up, and you went to greet the staff members, and they had a small makeup table set up. You were ushered to get your hair and makeup done. Not many people know about this other than your other team members.

Bokuto decided to tell everyone that you had an interview ongoing in the second gym, and now they were intrigued.

So what did they do?

They went to the second gym to snoop around.

---

"Let's begin the interview. Please introduce yourself."

You cleared your throat and relax.

"Hello, I'm MSBY Black Jackal's manager, y/l/n y/n. I've been with the team since I was a sophomore in university, and now I'm 24 years old." You simply introduced yourself.

"What is the team to you?"

"Best friends and co-workers."

"Hmm, What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue. How is this relevant to the interview?"

"I'm sorry, this was just part of the questions. Alright, are you single?"

You inwardly rolled your eyes and sighed.

"Yes, I am." You replied through clenched teeth, and you regret agreeing to do this interview now.

---

"They did it. They actually manage to piss off y/n." Meian holds in his laugh as the whole team is hiding in the back, trying to take a look at the interview.

Even though she appears playful and bright, she is still very professional and strict when needed. Sakusa had a eureka when you answered the interviewer (passive-aggressively) about your favourite colour.

Maybe if he starts using some blue items from now.

Yeah, Sakusa has a big fat crush on his manager, and who knows about his crush?

Komori (plus his teammates that he told).

Time to go on a shopping trip.

---

"Good morning, Sakusa-san!" You greeted him with a bright smile, and Sakusa awkwardly waved at you before walking ahead of you quickly.

Then you saw his training bag.

It was a new blue bag, and it was pretty nice.

But...didn't he recently just bought a new bag and a new bag today? Well, it's his money, and you can't really judge him.

Oh, time for work.

For weeks, Sakusa started to increase the usage of blue products and not once, not even a glance, did you give him. It was getting frustrating for him because it was such a noticeable change and practically an outcry that he likes you.

Even though you did not notice, his teammates sure did.

"Omi-san! Do you like y/n-san?" Hinata points out, and the whole locker room was in chaos.

Sakusa Kiyoomi having a crush on their manager?!

Actually, they know already because it was so evident that he likes her.

"Sakusa, do you wanna know how to chase our manager? I've watched her grow from a teenager to now a successful working adult. I know her the best." Meian proudly declares, and Inunaki and Barnes shake their heads.

"It will be us that knows y/n the best!"

"No, it's me!"

"Hell Nah! It's gotta be me!"

And there it goes, the four old men arguing about who knows their manager the best.

"Stop it. My parents know me the best. Now, get out and get to practice!"

You stood by the doorway and commanded them.

"Yes!"

---

The team was having fun, and you were letting loose tonight after a win. Your blazer was discarded to one side, and you were doing glasses of beers back to back, going a little too wild.

"Y/n! Slow down!" Meian warned, but you were not hearing him.

It's been some time since you had some drinks, and you are feeling good.

"Hell yeah! These beers are so good!"

Meian, Barnes, Inunaki and Tomas shook their heads in despair. After dealing with a drunk you once, they never wanted to deal with you when you're drunk.

Hinata and Bokuto were desperately trying to get you away from the drinks, but you were stronger than you looked, both physically and mentally, and no one was taking your drinks away.

"No, nope! I want mah drinks, ya bad people!" You dragged out, and the rest of them were getting a headache.

---

Sakusa's heart beats rapidly as he holds onto your waist so that you will stop moving around. He keys the passcode into the keypad and unlocks the door.

"Kiyoomi! I didn't raise you to take advantage of a drunk and vulnerable girl! How could you?!" You frowned, wincing at the volume of the woman's voice.

Sakusa panicked, he didn't expect his older sister would be visiting, and it was all a misunderstanding.

"Nee-san! My teammates made me take care of her, but I don't know where she stayed, so I brought her back!" He quickly explained to his older sister.

"Oh my lord, okay. I'll wash her up. Go bring one of your shirts and boxer shorts and put it outside the guest bathroom." His older sister instructed him, and he immediately went and did so.

She has experienced this enough in her college days and never thought her younger brother would bring back a girl but in a drunken state.

"Hey, are you able to shower on your own?" You rubbed your eyes and realised an older woman was running a bath for you.

"Eh? Yeah, I think so." She nods and turns off the water tap.

"Hmm, I'll leave you to your bath. Just leave your clothes out; here's a change of clothes." You thanked her, and she left you in the bathroom.

The warm water was the best feeling to your body, and you let out a sigh as you relaxed in the bathtub.

After a while, you got out and dried yourself and changed into the clothes you gave. It's so huge, comfy and cosy. You check for any extra toothbrushes, and luckily you managed to find one.

"That was fast. Go to the room at the end, on the right."

You thanked her again, and walk straight to the end, to the left.

Sakusa did not know when you came into his room, but you pretty much used him as a teddy bear and literally hugged him to sleep. You were clutching his shirt in your hand as you slowly shifted your position on top of him.

Your shallow breath, his steady heartbeat and his soft snores, you two were matching each other in sleep.

His older sister went into the guestroom, where you were supposed to be, but you were not there.

So, she carefully opened the door to her brother's room and walked into the cutest scene ever.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, and you were sleeping on top of him.

Did her baby brother get a girlfriend without telling her?

She sets your clothes that were clean aside and heads back to her room.

---

You felt warm, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was cosy, and it made you want to sleep more, but you know that you can't because there's still a practice schedule, and you are the one to supervise it.

But, where were you?

"Eh...? Oh my gosh..." You covered your mouth in horror as you realised that you were sleeping on top of Sakusa.

And in his shirt?!

What happened last night?

You carefully untangled his arms from you and got off him. He was still sound asleep, and you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. You got your clothes out and quietly sneak out of his room.

That was embarrassing, and you wrote a note to let him know how sorry you are for all the trouble you caused and sneak out of his apartment.

---

"Oh, look who's late, together!"

You and Sakusa entered the gym together, and his outfit today was striking.

Blue from head to toe.

"Wow, you are really trying hard to y/n-san?"Bokuto mused without realising that he exposed his crush on you.

"Impress me? For what?" You asked, and they all realised how dense you are.

"Omi-kun, don't tell me...your underwear is blue?!" Bokuto gasped, and you frowned at the confusion.

No one was telling you anything, and they were all talking about Sakusa's blue outfit.

"I'm wearing blue underwear, so?" Now everyone is making a massive fuss about it.

But you were still as dense as a brick, and Meian pushed Sakusa towards you.

"How about you two go sort out this and come back in fifteen? I expect you guys to come back in holding hands!"

You look at Sakusa, who just pulls you out of the court to the back, where you two can have some privacy.

"Now, what's this about? What's the fuss about you wearing blue from head to toe?" You frowned, and he lets out a sigh.

"Y/n, I've been trying to show that I like you, as in more than a friend, with romantic feelings for you! But you took no hint and did not notice at all!"

Hold up. Sakusa Kiyoomi likes you?

" I have liked you since the start! You're beautiful and professional, plus when you-" You covered his mouth with your hands.

"Let me process this. You like me, and I like you without realising? So when I have butterflies in my stomach when you talk to me, or when my heart speeds up when you're near me, it's because I like you?"

Sakusa realised something, did you go on twenty-four years of your life without knowing how it's like to have a crush on someone?

He removed your hands from his mouth.

"Yeah, that's it." Well, now you look kind of like an idiot.

"Oh...I'm sorry for not realising earlier. How about we go on a date after practice? But without your whole blue outfit?" You suggested shyly, suddenly aware of how close he is to you.

"Okay, I'll practice hard today!"

He sneaks a kiss on your cheek and head to the locker room to change.

---

"Oh? Did someone's feeling get return back?"

"Look at his cheeks! He's blushing!"

"I'm going on a date after practice."

Sakusa subtly announced as he started his warm-up.

They all cheered and was about to hold him up, but he sent them a glare. Only y/n is allowed to touch him and nobody else.

"Ah, this is so much better, I may like blue, but that blue outfit in the morning was horrendous." You giggled under your mask. He rolled his eyes at you and held out his hand towards you.

You interlock your fingers together and walk towards the izakaya that your friends' owned.

All of this is new to you, and his hand is very warm, and you like holding hands with him.

"Omi, your hand is huge. My hand is so tiny against yours." You compared your hands together and played with his hand.

"Really? It's kinda cute. You're the first girl that I willing to hold my hand." He shyly confessed and looked away from you.

"Eh~, I'm honoured! We've reached!" You pull him in, and he has to duck a little to enter the small restaurant. A heavily pregnant lady waddled towards you and greeted you with a big hug.

Sakusa awkwardly bowed and greeted her while you were excited over your friend's baby bump.

"Oh, let me bring you to your table!"

---

The two of you had quite a drink, but it was fun to learn more about each on a deeper level. You two were definitely closer than friends now, and maybe after a few more dates, you might go official with him.

Sakusa walks you to the front of your apartment building, and he is about to leave, but you stop him.

"Bend down a little." He was confused, but he leaned down to your height.

"I want a second date and a label!" You whispered into his ear and snuck a kiss on his lips before running into your building.

Sakusa stood there dumbfoundedly.

He got kissed by his crush and a second date?! And she said she wanted a label..., does that mean they are going to be official?

Anyways, today is one of the best days of his life. He will plan an epic second date so that you would enjoy it and officially become his girlfriend.

This is such a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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