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goldenwilliamson · 4 months

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patience | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: finally some smut on this blog, hoorah. some short fluffy smut bc leah looked way too good in that suit and i'm craving someone to strap me down rn, so here we go...

summary: SMUT 18+, reader is waiting at home while leah is at an award show, but she is watching on tv and sees how good leah looks and gets rather impatient. when leah gets home she makes it worth the wait. top!leah and strap ons.

word count: 1.8k

You watched the TV in awe when you saw your girlfriend step into view of the camera for the first time. She'd showed off her suit to you on its hanger months ago, but seeing her wearing it was a different experience entirely. She had paired it with a tie, which was new, and it was working for you.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of her, your impatience kicked in. You sent her a text immediately telling her how good she looks and how as much as you love the suit, you can't wait to take it off her as soon as she arrives home.

It was interesting for you, being Leah's girlfriend. Even though you were a well-known footballer in your own right, Leah was England captain, and was invited to many events all over the UK for her service to the Lionesses.

While you and Leah don't keep your relationship a secret, you're certainly very private when it comes to sharing your lives together. The two of you will walk a carpet together at events which you're both invited to, but you would prefer to let Leah do her own thing at events which she has been invited to on her own. Opting out of being the plus one means that you are often left to watch on from the sidelines, which you do with no complaints.

The fans are very attentive when it comes to analysing photo dumps on yours and Leah's instagrams, looking at each post closely for signs that you two were still together. You'd been together for years now, but people were always speculating about your relationship status, especially since Leah had become so well-known after the Euros.

Tonight was one of those nights where Leah was doing her own thing, invited to attend the award night for the BBC Sports Personality of the Year. You watched on the whole night and cheered for Mary when she won, knowing she was so deserving of an award like this. By the time the night was drawing to an end, you were starting to get tired, but Leah called you from the car on her way home which energised you.

'You're still awake for me?' She asked, her voice coming through deep and rough as she murmured through the phone.

'I am now,' you say, but Leah can hear the exhaustion in your voice.

'Mm,' Leah hums, 'I'll be home soon, but if you're tired you can go to sleep baby.'

'No,' you say immediately, pushing yourself to sit upright in your bed, 'I need to see you.'

Leah chuckles, making you smile, 'Good, because since you messaged earlier I haven't stopped thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I see you.'

'God,' you groan, already feeling the wetness pooling between your legs, 'How long will you be?'

'Only about 15 minutes, be patient for me love,' she says.

'Okay, I'll see you soon,' you say before exchanging quick love you's and hanging up.

It's an agonising 15 minutes to have to wait for your girlfriend to arrive home. You decide to make do with the time and slip your baby blue coloured lingerie set on that you know Leah loves, then you crawl back into the sheets and sit on your phone as you wait.

You can hear Leah's keys in the front door and her purposeful steps as she moves through the house, quickly towards your bedroom. You move so that you're laying on your side on top of the sheets, propped up on your elbow.

When Leah steps into the doorway, meeting your eyes with a smile, you shake your head. You can't believe how sexy she looks, how assertive and dominant this suit makes her appear. Even though you both have a dominant side, you can already sense that tonight you will do whatever Leah asks you to.

She has you stepping out of bed and reaching for her the second she enters the room.

'Sorry to keep you waiting,' Leah says quickly before you pull her close by the knot of her tie and press your lips against hers. She responds right away, holding you close by the back of your head and letting her other hand fall firmly on your waist, pushing you back towards the bed.

When the back of your legs hit the mattress you sit down, spreading your legs wide so Leah can stand between them. Your fingers find the buttons of her blazer, unbuttoning it. Leah shrugs it off her shoulders and lets the fabric fall to the floor.

You take in the sight before you, just Leah in some trousers, a white button up, and a tie.

'God, you look so good Lee,' you tell her, kissing her fabric covered stomach.

'Do you like the tie?' She asks, and you immediately take it with both hands, running it through your fingers.

'I love it. It's good for this,' you tug on it lightly, bringing Leah's face down towards you. She takes the opportunity to plant kisses down the side of your neck, and across your shoulder.

While Leah is still standing, you reach for her waistband, unbuttoning her trousers so they also fall to the floor, allowing her to step out of them. She's left in her top and tie as you wriggle back on the mattress, giving Leah room to join you on the bed.

However, instead of following you, Leah makes a move toward your wardrobe on the other side of the room.

'Where you going?' You ask, already knowing the answer.

'Gonna get something,' Leah says simply, and you know that she is going to get one of your toys out of the dresser.

'What are you thinking?' You ask curiously, but Leah doesn't respond. You just lay back on the mattress as you listen to her rifling through the drawer to find what she's looking for.

When you hear her moving around some more, you look up and see she is pulling on her strap. She has also removed the shirt and tie so she is just standing there wearing nothing but her bra and the strap. The air feels thick and your heart beats loudly in your ears. You can't think of much else at this stage besides how much you want to have Leah inside of you.

'Is this what you want darling?' She asks, sliding her hand up and down the length of the dildo as she steps closer to the bed.

You nod like an idiot, 'Yes.'

While a devilish smirk, she crawls up the mattress until she's hovering over you, leaning down to kiss you again. You hold onto her lower back, pulling her lower body close to you as you roll your hips upwards, begging for contact.

Leah leans close to your ear, biting down lightly on your earlobe before whispering, 'You want me to fuck you then?'

'God, please, yes,' you say, grabbing at the dildo and trying to steer it in the right direction.

'Take these off first,' Leah pulls back, releasing your grip and moving to slip your underwear down your legs.

When she moves closer again she dives her head down between your legs, kissing you around your entrance, and then finally pressing one kiss firmly against your clit, making you moan.

'Need you,' you groan.

'Mm,' Leah moans at the sound of your desperation, 'You've been such a good patient girl, waiting all night for me.'

As she says this, she runs the tip of the dick through your folds, listening to how wet you are.

'Too long,' you say, not wanting to wait a moment longer.

'I know, baby, but I'm here now,' she says, as she begins to press down into you.

As Leah rolls her hips deeper, your eyes squeeze shut while your mouth falls open, moaning in pleasure.

'Look at me,' she tells you, and you open your eyes to see her focused face.

You reach your hand up to where her eyebrows are firmly drawn together, and you run your thumb gently over the creases between her brow, giving her permission to relax into the moment.

'Serious face,' you say affectionately.

'Shhh,' she quiets your teasing with a kiss, moving her lips against yours rhythmically as she begins to slowly thrust into you.

Moans and words of affirmation roll off your tongue, and Leah relishes in the sound, wanting nothing more than to make you come.

She adopts the perfect pace and finds the right spot with ease, each thrust making you slip closer to your orgasm.

'You're such a good girl, taking it so well,' Leah praises you, turning you on even more.

'Feels so good,' you say, struggling to find any other words to say.

Leah continues her movements, not stopping for a second. Her eyes are trained on you, watching how you get lost in the feeling of pleasure taking over your entire body.

'Slow down,' you ask, knowing that some long, deep thrusts will get you to the edge.

Leah does as you ask, re-positioning herself so her forearm is digging into the mattress, propping her up. She uses her other arm to wrap around your thigh and open your legs wider, allowing her to sink deeper into you.

'Fuck!' You moan loudly.

'Are you going to come for me like this?' Leah asks.

'Yes,' you say, your head rolling back on the pillow as your hands grip tightly around Leah's torso, assisting her movement.

'My pretty girl, want to watch how you come on my cock,' Leah says, her words driving you closer to your high.

'Lee,' you moan, voice breathy, 'I'm so close.'

'Good girl, come for me now darling,' Leah says, and this time her words tip you over the edge.

Your back arches and the waves of pleasure roll over you as Leah continues to gently thrust into you, letting you ride out your full orgasm.

'Oh my god,' you sigh, opening your eyes to see Leah watching you with pure adoration. Slowly once your breathing has settled, she pulls out of you and sits back, taking the strap off her legs and discarding it to the floor.

'You're amazing,' you tell her, as she moves to lay herself down next to you, wrapping her arms around you and guiding your head to rest on her chest.

'I'm glad you think so,' she says, making you smile, pulling you slightly out of your dazed demeanour.

You exhale contentedly as Leah runs her hand up and down your arm thats slung over her body.

'So tired,' you say sleepily, your eyelids heavy.

'I bet you are,' she smiles proudly, 'You can go to sleep now baby.'

'Thanks for the good sex,' you say, your exhausted post-orgasm brain hardly even thinking through what you're saying, making Leah giggle.

She kisses your forehead and moves herself into a more comfortable position before she assures you, 'Anytime'.

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lavendertales · 11 months

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cállate la boca || Miguel O'Hara x f!reader**

summary: he's so damn annoyed by you. he detests you. he finds you boring and uninteresting. except for when you're alone with him at night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: Miguel being a bossy asshole (who rambles in Spanish when he really gets into the heat of things), dirty talk, teasing, ass play, pussy slapping, doggy, just general filth.

A/N: ...I have no comment. idk how I got here. this is just somethin' I had to get out so I'm posting and fleeing lmao 🙈 feedback is more than welcome!

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As far as everyone else is concerned, Miguel O'Hara finds you annoying as fuck. Some might go as far as to say that he's repulsed by your mere presence.

And you don't argue with them. Why would you? You've got nothing to prove. You know the truth as well: Miguel does hate you.

Except for when he doesn't.

Which is every single night.

You don’t bother looking back on how it all started. Frankly, you don’t remember. All you know is the present and the well-choreographed routine you and Miguel have selfishly developed over the weeks.

When he shuts the door behind him, he exhales. You’re already waiting for him in the bedroom, no words spoken. Though the way in which he fucks you varies from night to night, you always know to wait for him naked unless otherwise instructed.

Miguel’s eyes notice you from the frame, drinking in the image of your nude body in the poorly lit room. He leans against the door’s frame, head cocked to the left, and then to the right. Then he slowly inches closer to the bed, disposing of the skintight suit. Your mouth nearly waters.

“Always so needy,” he groans.

You can practically hear his eyes roll. It’s best if you follow his lead once he decides the kind of mood he’s in and how he wants to use your bodies to reach the throes of pleasure.

Though you can’t help the gasp that leaves your mouth when two of his fingers boldly dip into your cunt, stroking and teasing. “Did you touch yourself before I got home?”

Part of you wants to tease him further, but you know from past experience that is a dangerous game to play with Miguel. So you gulp, shamelessly admitting defeat. “A bit,” you confess.

“So damn needy. Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, hm?”

“Yes.”

You barely breathe. You don’t contradict, you don’t oppose him. Your desires precede any of that; you simply want to give and receive. It’s all this physical relationship is for. Relief. A simple biological need with nothing else brewing in between.

But the way Miguel goes about pleasure is somehow fitting with him: impatient (no matter what he reprimands you for), greedy, dominant and overall a wild ride. He starts playing with your clit as you gasp, spreading your legs further, and then he stops. When you involuntarily whine, he lays a spank over your pussy, though nothing you can’t handle, and leans in to whisper to your earlobe, “Ass up for me, princesita.”

You follow his instruction, albeit the mocking petname, and turn around, your ass shamelessly on display for him to play with however he deems fit. He squeezes and spanks a few times, then he moves back to your clit—and surprisingly, to the other tight ring of skin that’s in its vicinity.

“You’d let me fuck this hole too, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I bet you would. I bet you’d like me to stretch every inch of this body and would take whatever I give you.”

You can barely muster a “mhm” as Miguel’s fingers graze further, testing, anticipating and building. Building for what, you don’t know.

All you know is that you are ridiculously wet by this point, and you have to resist the urge to reach around and play with your clit—else you won’t be able to come at all tonight. Usually when you disobey, Miguel doesn’t allow for any relief from your side.

And you desperately need some relief right about now.

Sometimes he likes it when you beg. Sometimes he himself asks you to beg for him and his cock. You just don’t have the luxury of knowing when or if it will happen.

“Needy little thing,” you hear him coo.

Sometimes he likes to tease you about the height difference too. No matter what you’d look like, you’d still be smaller than him. And Miguel fucking loves that. He loves towering over you, having power and direction over you.

You succumb to him each and every time, without fail.

You can’t conceal the broken moan that you exhale when you feel his cock thrust abruptly into you. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to him and the sensation of having him fill you up to the brim like that, and then he starts to move.

And you see stars.

“Such a needy little cunt,” Miguel mutters, groaning. “So needy and tight and wet… you thought of me when you touched yourself? Hm?”

“Mhm—“

“Hable, hoy.”

Talk, today.

“Yes—yes, I—I did—“

Words are hard to come by when Miguel’s mercilessly pounding into you from behind, holding you by your waist and with his free hand teasing your ass, barely breaching the skin there.

“You like being a little fucktoy, don’t you? Hmpf—carajo—“

He’s grunting relentlessly, proof that he doesn’t have as much control over his own reactions as much as he’d like to. Whenever he grunts that throated fuck in Spanish, you know he’s getting close. And if past is any indication, you know that soon enough his rambles and his talk will melt almost exclusively into Spanish.

“Princesita needs—needs her little pussy stretched out, doesn’t she? Princesita n-needs to be filled—with my cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes—“

“Yes, that’s fucking right… ella me necesita… a mí, y a mi polla…”

She needs me… me, and my cock.

Miguel’s string of thoughts begins to lose itself into your body, your scent and your sounds, and you both know it. If you were to dwell into the moment too much, you might overthink how Miguel emphasized the “me” in his barely coherent string of filthy words, but you don’t. You can’t.

“La princesita está necesitada y estúpida de mi polla, ¿verdad?”

The little princess is needy and stupid for my cock, isn't she?

You swear you hear him smile behind the words. You can only mumble yes on a broken loop, feeling your climax close. You’re thankful that you’ve learned some Spanish when this whole Miguel ordeal began because approval is something he seeks deeply, almost like he feeds off of it, and the lack of a response wouldn’t sit well with him.

“Miguel—Miguel, I’m—“

“Close?”

“Mhm. P-Please—“

He grabs a handful of your hair, thus ceasing the tease to your ass, and bends your body almost in half just to whisper harshly to you, “Cállate la boca y ven”.

Shut your mouth and come.

His command sparks something inside you, and you come mere seconds later, biting your lips to the point of tasting blood so you don’t scream his name. Some night he wants to hear his name scratch your throat as you beg for him, but it seems tonight is not one of those times.

“Wanna paint this ass all over,” he groans.

And that is just what he does. He strokes himself to completion, his hot seed spilling in thick spurts all over your ass as he licks his lips. He’s already thinking of tomorrow night and how he’ll want to push new limits and explore more of your body.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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niningtori · 2 months

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to know him is to love him, and i do | chapter one: do you not love me? like at all?

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you

summary: you love beomgyu more than anything. you just wish he loved you, too. or you finally break up with beomgyu and move on, but as for him? maybe he's starting to realize too little too late.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?)

word count: 2.1k

notes: hi friends! ... r u mad at me? be honest (*´ｪ｀*) i'm sorry i've been gone for so long, but i've had the worst writer's block with my other story. i decided to just post this because i couldn't get the idea of toxic!beomgyu out of my head. don't worry, he will suffer. anyway, i hope you like it!! if not, please don't hurt my feelings i beg.

"i told you it was nothing. why are you freaking out?"

"she was fucking you with her eyes, beomgyu!" you exclaim in frustration.

"and that's my fault how?"

"it's not your fault, but i'm sick of you entertaining women, let alone your actual fucking ex, while i'm standing right next to you!" his ex is just another fish in the barrel, or at least that's what he says, but the thought that they were intimate together at one point still makes you feel sick. truthfully, your boyfriend is handsome, so you've spent the better part of the past 10 months warding off the women who circle him like vultures. you wouldn't mind as much as you do if he seemed at all interested in helping you do so, especially when faced with his ex that you suspect he still has feelings for, but he does not. quite the opposite, actually. it's like he thrives off of the attention and god it hurts.

"i'm not entertaining anybody. i told her i have a girlfriend now," he, well, you would say argues, but it's said so nonchalantly it doesn't warrant the term.

"a girlfriend you proceeded to ignore while she hung off of your shoulders and laughed all night! i just don't understand how you don't understand how much it hurts my feelings. i'm a human too! how would you feel if my ex, who was very clearly interested in me, hung around me right in front of you?" and it's like you're explaining empathy to a child.

"me? i wouldn't give a fuck because it's not that serious," he replies with a slightly irritated shake of his head.

it's always like this. always. you're always the one who cares more between the two of you. you were the one who asked him out in the first place. you were the one who initiated your first kiss. your first fight. hell, even your first reconciliation. you're not stupid, you know he doesn't feel quite the same way you do, but he has to feel something, right? otherwise, why would he say yes to you when he's rejected so many other women? your brain hurts trying to wrap your head around it all.

"you're missing the point! if you were me, you would—" you begin frustratedly, but you cut yourself off. "you know what? i don't even have the energy to explain this to you. i don't understand why i have to explain basic human emotion to you and i really don't understand why i have to beg and plead for you to care about how i feel!" you all but shriek.

"you don't have to do shit, just leave if you're that fucking unhappy," he spits out angrily, which is the first real emotion — besides mild annoyance — you've seen out of him this entire conversation. he gets impatient when you're like this, which usually results in you relenting, but not tonight. you're far too hurt to let go so easily.

"you're right! i am unhappy! i just — why don't you care that i'm unhappy? what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" you have a brave face on but you can feel your eyes getting hot and your voice trembling ever so slightly.

"you could try not being so damn needy, maybe that'd help."

your eyes redden even further and your lips unintentionally twist themselves into a sour frown. you hate it when he calls you needy because you do need a lot from him, it feels like. his time. his care. his attention and affection. yet you never seem to get it.

"do you not love me? like at all?" you ask. all of the venom in your tone has been sucked out mercilessly and you sound more helpless than angry.

"do you not realize how fucking crazy you sound?" he scoffs as if he can't fathom why you'd be upset. as if he's not watching you break down in real time.

"why won't you give me a straight answer?" you question, voice softer than it was before.

he does nothing but scowl and you know beomgyu well enough to know that he's avoiding your question. that's enough of an answer as it stands, really. he doesn't care. never has. probably never will.

"then why'd you even say yes to dating me?" you truly don't understand. you thought you were different. you thought he saw something in you he didn't see in his harem of other suitors, and trust that there were many.

"i dunno. i was just bored, i guess," he answers with a shrug and your world as you know it collapses. the man you love sees you as nothing more than a way to kill time. he's picking you up right now just to toss you away when the next shiny toy presents itself. and so far, you've let him drag you around because you love him. that's how much you love him. but looking at him now, at how unbothered he is, you wonder if you've even got anything left to give.

"i really do love you," you manage to squeeze out with a bitter smile. your poor heart is on display for the naked eye to see and it seems like he really couldn't care less, but that won't stop you from asking. "does that mean anything at all to you?"

"well, i'm sorry you feel that way," he says simply, "but that's not my fucking problem."

your heart sinks to your stomach and you feel like you're going to throw up. in this moment, as you watch the love of your life dismiss you like you're a fucking dog begging for scraps of food, you feel an overwhelming sense of clarity as you realize he doesn't love you. he doesn't even like you. he probably hates you, actually. like a mental montage, every moment in which he showed you that exact sentiment plays all at once in your head.

all those times you let him choose everything from movies to dinner because the idea of a compromise was inconceivable. all of those occasions, special and otherwise, where you were supposed to go out on a date, but he'd bail without a word and you'd forgive him with no apology. when you'd offer him your share of dessert because he ate all of his and you knew he wanted more, and he'd take it without so much as a thank you. how you'd sit and listen to him tell stories about how amazing his friends were, but he'd never even ask about your day. when those same friends would jokingly call you the perfect girlfriend and you thought it was an indication of how good your relationship was, but in reality, it was a way to tease him because the thought of actually being with you was so abhorrent and ridiculous that it must be a joke. all those times you told him you loved him and he'd just smile and kiss you deeper. memories like these flood your brain with a vengeance so cruel it makes your head ache, and in a way, you realize it's ridiculous to be surprised when there was so much proof of his feelings in the first place.

"oh. okay," you say with what you hope is a soft and unbothered laugh, but comes out more as a choked one. "i guess there's nothing left to say. i'll get my shit and go."

you hesitate for a few excruciatingly awkward moments before collecting yourself enough to start gathering your things, which are scattered haphazardly around his apartment from his bedroom to his bathroom. it's like a walk of shame, almost, and you feel even shittier when he plops down on the couch with a long suffering sigh as he begins to massage the bridge of his nose. you feel so small in this moment — like a petulant child who just got done throwing an unsuccessful tantrum — and you're now soaking in the sobering aftermath and sitting with the thought that he just watched you have a meltdown like he was watching a monkey putting on a show. how much more is he going to humiliate you? enough is enough, you think, so before you can actually finish collecting all of your belongings, you're scurrying out of the apartment. before you go, you glance back at him one last time. "beomgyu?" you ask tentatively, tears clouding your eyes.

"yeah?" he replies with a sigh. this is it, you think.

"i don't want to see you ever again," you say firmly. before he can reply, if he ever intended to in the first place, you slam the door.

there's a lot to love about beomgyu. for one, he's handsome, which is obvious, but he has a certain allure you could never help but be drawn in by. he's always been a charming man, but even more so when he's talking to a woman he's interested in. as interested as he could be, that is. he's funny and comically pompous when he wants to be, but still somehow down to earth despite it all.

he's been described as a mood-maker, and while he grew to resent that term, you thought it was at least partially true, if only in the context of your relationship. when he's sad, you're devastated. when he's happy, you're over the fucking moon. his feelings are your whole world. or were, you guess, since all that's over now.

it wasn't all bad all the time, you think. there were times where you thought he really might reciprocate even a fraction of what you felt for him, and most of the time, that was enough. you could work with that. love looks different for everyone, you would reason. maybe he just had a funny way of showing it.

there were days where you'd laugh together and end the night lying in each other's arms while you'd cradle him like he was the most precious thing in the whole world because, to you, he really was. he was normally so boisterous when with his friends, but while he would never admit it to anyone else, he'd tell you about some of his insecurities while you gently combed your fingers through his long, silky hair. he'd speak of regrets and longing for people to take him more seriously. he'd never say it, but he wanted people to see you like you saw him. the real him. you'd let him cry while your hands cupped his cheeks and you'd shush him while he fiddled mindlessly with your hair like a child. you'd kiss his the tip of his reddened nose until he laughed instead of cried. times like those, you'd really think you were someone special to him. but now you realize you were wrong. you were just an outlet for him, and anyone willing to be an emotional dumping ground would do the trick too.

after a few weeks of moping, your sadness has begun to morph into anger and resentment. you spent nearly a year of your life trying to make an emotionally stunted man care about you, and that's not even counting the years of pining over him before you finally worked up the courage to ask him out. it was difficult to see it in the moment, but after being away from him for so long, it's crystal clear that he was honestly just an asshole who didn't really like you. nothing more, nothing less. maybe he'd find someone to change for someday, maybe he'd even work things out with his ex, but for whatever reason, you weren't her. that's just the way it goes, you guess. what really bothers you are the "what if's" of the situation. what if you were prettier, or smarter, or kinder. would he have seen you for who you really are? would he have grown to appreciate you if you had given him more to appreciate?

either way, there's no use crying over spilled milk now. you won't be going back to him any time soon and he certainly won't come crawling back to you. you'll continue to think of him less and less until your time together fades into a distant (and unpleasant) memory. you smile at the thought.

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giddyfatherchris · 16 days

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📱skz texts — how they react/comfort you (when you’re going through a rough patch with a friend)

| including. felix, han, hyunjin

warnings. none!

a/n. who am i 😮 posting two days in a row??😮 hehe sorry it took so long for the second batch to come! bang chan and lee know will be next<3 hope you enjoy babies xx tagging my sweet bubs @httpdwaekki as promised hope they measure up to your expectations 🙈

a/n. also i know these are ‘out of order’ but… whatever:)

changbin, seungmin & i.n

bang chan & lee know

Felix

He was just about to get into the car when he got your text.

He hefted up the last bags in before he smiled, knowing only from your words that you would be so happy with the surprise he had prepared for you. As he drove to your school, he reminisced on the last few weeks.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel as he remembered the first night you had arrived at the studio, crying. Your cheeks were red, and you looked so disoriented. You explained in between sobs that you fought with one of your best friends. School was easy for you, you had to put in your fair amount of work, but it did come to you easier than for other people, aka them. They let that jealousy grow and grow and had it become a nasty tumor hogging everything in its path. Until that one night when they held your success up against you, and it all exploded, leaving nothing in its wake.

He tried calming you down, but it was one of those moments in his life when he felt the most unhelpful, helpless, and worried. You seemed to be reassured by his touch, but your breathing was still labored, a constant stream of tears flowing down your cheeks. He held you closer, thanking the universe he had been alone practicing, but he knew even if the whole group had been there, he would have let everything down to be there for you.

Releasing his grip, he breathed through the memories and hung to the truth that it was now over. Yes, you still had to see that person from time to time in school, and they were still being incredibly pissy, but you no longer were hurt by their behavior and attempts at screwing you. Thanks to many, many nights spent with Felix, you talked everything through, and he helped you process the situation. He was so proud of the way you handled things, and since it had been a while since you two had the opportunity to have a special date he impulsively decided to organize this getaway. He smiled as he pulled to the curb, noticing your confused smile.

"Hey you, isn't tonight a recording night?"

"Not for me. We're going away," he answered with an enigmatic smile. He nodded for you to get in, "It's a surprise. Yes, everything is arranged. Yes, your bags are packed, and yes, I'm totally free to go."

You narrowed your eyes as he answered all your questions without you having to ask them. "And, where are we going?"

"I'm afraid I can't reveal that information yet."

You rolled your eyes, secretly delighted. "Okay then, can I ask why?"

At that, he settled and grabbed your hand. "Because I'm proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you lately, but you've handled everything so well and managed to get out of it stronger. There was not much I could do to help, but I can do this. I think you deserve this little getaway for all the hard work you've been putting in."

"Lix..." your gaze softened with his kind words.

"No complaints will be accepted at this moment. You just have to sit back, relax, and let me handle it, sounds good?" He brought your hand to his lips, softly kissing it while his eyes scanned your reaction.

"Sounds very good." You smiled back.

He kissed your joined hands once more before putting the car in drive.

You let a beat of silence pass before you tried again with a pleading tone. "You really won't tell me where we're going?"

He laughed at your impatience. "No baby."

A smile wouldn't leave his face as he imagined your reaction when you would pull up in the entryway of the little cottage he had booked near the sea. He could already picture your eyes growing in size and your excited screams when you would see the blue waves and sandy beach. Felix felt his heart strain under all the love he felt for you, as he promised himself to keep doing these little things for you forever.

Han

He already knew everything about the situation happening with one of your friends. Honestly, he had a hard time understanding why they were suddenly turning against you. But then again, he always had a bad feeling about them and never thought they treated you half as well as you deserved.

Still, he hated seeing you so affected by it. He understood why, but he hated feeling so unhelpful. He listened when you needed to vent and tried supporting you as much as he could, but he always felt like it would never be enough. So, when you texted him before heading home from work, hinting at how hard today had been, guilt started gnawing at him.

You got home about 20 minutes later. He was already waiting for you at the door. As soon as he saw the tired look on your face, the dark circles slowly settling under your eyes, his heart ached, but before you could notice his sad puppy eyes, he masked them with his warmest smile.

"Hey pretty, how are you?" Immediately he took your bag from your hands and helped you take off your coat before wrapping you in a hug.

"Could be worse, but could be better too," you sighed. "They were extra petty today, I'm not sure how to deal with this anymore."

He pulled back to grab your face, staring at you lovingly as he did. You looked back at him, the sight of his plush cheeks and chestnut eyes already easing the pain in your chest. "But, I'll be okay. I just want to think of something else. If you're still up for it, a movie night would be amazing."

His face lit up with a sweet smile as he kissed the tip of your nose. "You can head up for a quick shower. I already started the heater and laid down some clothes for you. I'm taking care of everything."

As soon as you disappeared in the corridor he started creating the perfect setup. He made sure to bring all your favorite blankets, pillows, and plushies on the couch. When he heard the shower start he was already preparing hot beverages for the both of you, along with a few of your favorite snacks. He proudly looked at the final result, dimming the lights to create the perfect cozy ambiance. Han would have done anything you would have asked of him tonight. Still, as he looked at his work, a proud smile illuminated his features. As outgoing as he was, he always liked when you said you would rather stay in with him than go out.

Your soft steps on the floor snatched his attention away from his thoughts. Your hair was still wet from your shower, your face bare, and as planned, you wore the matching pajamas he had laid out for you. You were now both rocking an adorable fuzzy set. His heart tightened at the sight of you, looking so relaxed and cozy.

"Since you said you didn't know what to watch, I made a little selection."

You snuggled up next to him, listening to his suggestions before adding one of your own. "While I was in the shower I was thinking we could watch one of our comfort movies. If you want to, of course."

"Sure, what were you thinking of?" he asked as he handed you the remote and placed his arm around your shoulders to pull your body closer to his.

You quickly typed in the movie title, and he felt a smile tug at his lips as he read it. "Are you sure you want to watch Howl's Moving Castle again? I made you watch it just last week."

You nodded confidently, "It's the first movie we've ever watched together and it gives me the best comfy vibes. So if you're down for it...?"

He only pressed play in answer, made sure you were snug in your fort of blankets, kissed the side of your head as you settled against him and the familiar soundtrack started playing.

"I wish I could do more to help you with this whole thing. I hope this still lessens your burden, at least a little. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered a few seconds into the movie.

You turned back to look at him, his hair falling in soft curls. The worried expression on his face made you want to hug him as tight as you could. Maybe then you would be able to squeeze it out of his body.

"It's perfect. I couldn't ask for a better partner to go through all this. You do not have to apologize. It's all more than enough." you kissed his plump lips tenderly, "You will always be more than enough." You added before focusing on the movie again, not seeing the beautiful smile now visible on the young man’s face.

Hyunjin

He stared at you in disbelief as you dropped to the floor from extenuation and frustration. You had barely closed the door that you laid your head on the wall and closed your eyes. Your handbag hung limply from your hands, and your coast rustled and creased from the awkward position you were in. He knew what this was about as it wasn't the first night you had assumed that position. The first time you did, a few days ago, he had panicked, thinking you had lost consciousness or were sick. Even if it was nothing of the sort, his worry was still called for when silent tears streamed down your face. That's when you first explained what you were going through, that you had made new friends at your workplace only to discover they were associating with you to steal your ideas. Hyunjin remembers your smile and shining eyes when you first came from work telling him you had made new friends. When you discovered they stole your ideas and presented them to your boss first, that dream had cruelly shattered. You had fought back and proven the ideas were yours, but still, the situation at work was horrible as they had decided to make it hell for you as revenge. Hence the exhausted slide down the door every night.

He crouched next to you, a silent support. "I'm sorry, give me two more minutes, and then I promise to get up and get in my pajamas." You sighed heavily.

"Can I ask you a question?" he softly spoke. You looked up before nodding silently. "If the situation has been solved, if you still have your job, and if your boss is happy you spoke up about it. Why do you still feel like this? I'm not trying to judge or anything I promise. I'm only trying to understand."

You thought about his question, analyzing his features, so soft and open. "It's just so- conflicting? In a way? I mean, I feel angry at them for doing this to me, but I also feel guilty for ratting them out, even if they deserved it. And I'm angry at myself for not seeing through their schemes. It's just a lot of contradictory feelings. Plus, it hurts... I really thought they liked me at first. It hurts to know they never did, it doesn't help all the little voices telling me I'm worth dirt. I don't know, I've just been stuck in this stupid loop for a week now... I'm not sure what to do to get out of it."

Even if he wasn't touching you, Hyunjin's attentive stare felt just as intimate. You loved that about him, how present he always was. You knew his silence was no indicator of his level of care. He stared a second more before suggesting, "You know what, I don't think you should get changed. I think we should do something different tonight. What would you say to go out?"

"What are you thinking?" you cautiously asked.

"I'm thinking you need a change of scenery. I think we should go out, have a drink, go for a little exploring, or we could even go to the amusement park! I think changing it up could help you get out of this loop you say you feel stuck in."

You stared at him in silence, weighing in the pros and the cons, still a spark lit your gaze. He dropped his chin on his knees and stared at you with his attentive eyes. You knew if you said you didn't want to go he would support you, but you also knew Hyunjin had that innate sense sometimes where he knew exactly what you needed before you even did.

"What do you say angel?" he finally asked, slowly reaching out to wrap his slender fingers around yours.

You simply nodded a slow smile spreading on your lips. For the first time this week, you felt the familiar pang of excitement.

You settled on going to the amusement park as it had been the thing that sparked the most interest in you. Your skin prickled as you neared the gate, it felt so refreshing, so new. You were about to head in when you heard a few familiar voices calling your name.

You turned around to see Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N approaching you, broad smiles on their faces. You weakly waved at them as you looked at your boyfriend, a proud smile already on his face.

"I thought you needed to be reminded just how appreciated and liked you are. I'm truly sorry it turned that way with those assholes, but please do not let it make you doubt your worth. You are surrounded by people who love you and think you are the most amazing human being. Me on top of that list." He leaned in to kiss your temple while he pulled you in for a quick hug and you felt your heart overflow with joy at the gesture he had pulled and the seven excited boys joining you.

You truly were blessed with the most amazing people.

#ilya texts fics #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids texts #stray kids fluff #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han skz #felix skz #seungmin #i.n skz #felix x reader #han x reader #hyunjin x reader

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moyokeansimblr · 3 months

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Update

Not feeling so hot and I'm not going to do anything impulsive at 8PM on a Friday evening but

here is a link to a sfs folder with ALL of my content that's currently only hosted on patreon.

I want to add individual sfs links to the tumblr posts but that's a lot and I'm now regretting never adding alt dl links this whole time... and sorry I don't think the downloads in the sfs folder are in order... it also might be some other things, like fixed meshes or stuff. tbh I just added everything I've made after April 3rd 2023 since that was the last time I uploaded anything to sfs.

I guess while I'm here... I was going to wait until after I finish up the last of my active requests (probably by Monday, I'm almost done) but I desperately need a break from CC. I sent a group message on the 17th to my $4 and $6 patrons encouraging them to cancel, but I know not everybody knows patreon even has dms so maybe you'll see this post and I'll reach out again in the coming days so nobody is wasting their money. I am so immensely burnt out and I need to not create for a while. This is completely my own fault, nobody made me work on CC for 8-10 hours 5 days a week for the last several months and I fully knew it wasn't sustainable ages ago but I kept doing it because it made me feel good, until it didn't. Quite honestly, even before I sent the group message the instant wave of relief I felt just having made the decision to take a break... that caught me off guard but just confirmed I need this. I do feel really awful about it because I feel like I'm letting people down but at the same time I don't want to hate creating which was already happening. That being said, I don't know how long the lull in CC is going to be, and if you're only following me strictly for CC I apologize. As said I am still finishing up one request I still had, I'm about 75% done with that as of this post. But that's gonna be it for a while.

There is a part of me that wants to stop using patreon completely and unpublish my creator page (which is what I'm not going to impulsively do tonight without properly thinking it through...since there are positives like how easy it is to download files and whatnot) but I'd again encourage not only those who joined the $4 and $6 tiers but also the $2 tier to cancel so that you aren't wasting your money. If I did do this I would definitely do the individual sfs links on everything first. I'd not just leave you guys unable to download my stuff.

So, what does that mean for this blog? I'll spare ye, impatient readers, who have already read a lot because I ramble⬇️

Well, as of posting this I still have THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR Strangetown posts in my queue. And I'm not tired of playing that.

I'm looking forward to having an opportunity to do all of the things I've been neglecting. I'm finally going to go through the subfolder within my downloads of everything I'm downloaded the last few months and decide if I wanna keep it in my game or not. And finish default replacing everything. And all my other various little projects I haven't been doing.

Also, I want to start playing Veronaville 😮I've already started downloading lots from kattaty to replace the in-game ones, and I found a cool replacement for the neighborhood map. I am leaning towards making a new sub-blog for this so that you don't have to try and follow Strangetown/LFT posts and Veronaville/ALT posts at the same time. I've only ever played the Veronaville sims for like one day as part of a super failed megahood years ago so I'd like to get to know them.

So basically, I guess I'm a gameplay blog for now? Until I want to create anything again anyways, but I don't know when that will be.

I don't know how to end this post... I'm sorry for the disappointment, but thank you so much for enjoying my stuff 💛💛

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axel-skz · 3 months

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You know it's gonna be a long night when you're lying there for more then 3 minutes staring at the ceiling and the yawn has yet to come.

...or maybe that's just me and my impatience.

After a little while, you were still just uncomfortably staring at different points across your room.

The coat on the door had turned into slender man. Then it was a goblin. Then the shirt on the chair decided to join in the fun and became a little blob monster with horns. Or maybe it was just the head of the freakiest animal.

Its a goat. Nothing gets freakier then a goat.

Anyway, point is, you knew now that sleep was probably not in the cards tonight.

And I mean, if you're not sleeping, should your boyfriend get to have a peaceful night? No! Of course not!

So you decided to call him. He did not pick up. After calling again, the call was answered. A deep raspy voice spoke and sent shivers down your spine.

'Hey, what's up? Everything okay? I swear Y/N, if this is about a spider-’

'No! It's not. It's wayy more important.'

"What happened?'

'I'm bored and I cannot for the life of me sleep.'

‘…’

"Hello?'

"You're so incredibly lucky I love you.'

"I think about that everyday. Anyway, please come over?'

'But I'm so tired!'

'But I love you... And I can't sleep... and you chose this life so you can't do this to me.'

‘I wish I'd known you were this dramatic before I got together with you.'

You dramatically gasped, 'I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm perfectly down to earth!'

"You just gasped so hard. you almost chocked on the AIR!'

'No idea what you're talking about.'

He laughed quietly, 'of course not.'

'Please? Come here. Please, please, please? I lovvve youuuu!'

He groaned, 'fine. Give me 10 minutes, I'm coming.’

‘That's what she said,’ you laughed maniacally.

‘You make it so hard to be a good person.'

‘Again, no idea what you're talking about. I am literally so delightful.’

I was meant to post something else, I did not because I got busy 😭 will post it soon though.

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abbysleftbicepp · 3 months

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What Did I Ever Do To You

A post outbreak day abby x fem reader.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, fluff, swearing, I can’t think of anymore so lmk if I missed them!

Part 2! Read part 1 here.

When you arrived to your room, Nora was nowhere to be seen. She was probably out on another night shift. You kicked your slippers off and climbed into bed, hoping you could sleep away any thoughts that would come to you. Unfortunately, you were restless. More and more memories of Boston filled your brain, making it hard for you to sleep.

~flashback~

What do you mean they're dead?!" You yelled at Marlene, top firefly in Boston QZ.

She had found you in the hideout after she found Ellie and Riley in the mall.

Riley was with us. She wasn't dead while she was gone. She must have payed Ellie a visit and then took her to the abandoned mall. I found them both infected, I had no choice but to shoot them." She explained with a somber tone.

Your heart shattered into tiny pieces. Riley and Ellie were the only people you had after your parents were killed by fedra.

"I don't fucking believe you. They can't be..dead." Tears fell from your eyes as Marlene wrapped her arms around you. "It's okay. You can come with us, we're going to the Salt Lake City outpost. There are other kids your age, I'm sure you'll settle in just fine." She announced, soothing you by rubbing your back. You felt weak. Nothing made sense anymore, why would they go to the mall without you? Why would that just leave you out? At least you would have died with them if they only took you.

el°ve already sent one of my people to grab your belongings, we're leaving tomorrow night. You can either stay the night here in your hideout or you can come with me to our safe zone." She explained softly.

"I think I'll stay here tonight. Are you going to pick me up tomorrow?" You ask, wiping your tears.

"Yeah I'll send a group to collect you a few hours before we head out." She finished before walking out the door.

~end of flashback~

It had been an hour since you'd returned to your safe place, but you were restless. The thoughts of Ellie and Riley couldn't leave your head, you hated them for not including you, but you couldn't hold it against them.

You dragged yourself out of bed, deciding you were gonna go on a short walk around the settlement to clear your mind. Putting on your shoes, and grabbing your Walkman, you headed out the door.

A few minutes passed when your head collided with someone's back, knocking you to the floor and breaking your Walkman.

"Ow-..shit!" You yelled, scurrying to your now smashed Walkman.

"No no no no no!" You said, trying to hold yourself together. You still didn't know who knocked you over. You picked up the pieces of the beloved Walkman and stood up, facing the girl who you bumped into.

Calm down it's just a Walkman, can get you another." Abby spoke.

"Just a Walkman.?! Abby this has sentimental value. Nothing can replace it to me." You whisper yelled, trying not to wake up the whole WLF. Your voice was wobbling as you tried to keep your cool in front of Abby.

"I don't understand what your fucking problem is. You spat, walking back towards your room.

Before you knew it, you heard footsteps behind you.

For fuck sake Abby can you not take a hint?" You spat again, stopping in your tracks.

“Y/n just wait please..” Abby spoke, sincerity laced in her voice.

"What do you want?" You asked, clearly pissed off.

“I’m sorry." She started. You're joking, right?

“Just leave me alone..” you demanded, your voice wobbling as you ran back to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

~flashback~

“Y/n!! Hey. Riley is waiting for us at the hideout. We have a surprise for you!” Ellie announced in a sing-song voice, dragging you by the hand. “Cmon! We don’t have all day.” She said impatiently.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” You giggled, following Ellie. When you arrived, all the lights were off and Ellie was navigating you around with your eyes closed.

“What’s going on els?” You asked, clearly confused.

“Shhh just trust me okay.” Ellie replied.

When you finally arrived to the main room of the hideout, you saw a birthday cake on the table, lit up with candles.

You covered your mouth as you gasp, you couldn’t believe they did this for you.

“Happy birthday!! We’re not gonna sing because we know how awkward that would be. Hurry up and make a wish so we can give you your gifts!” Riley said confidently.

“Gifts?” You asked, surprised.

“Hurry!!” Ellie yelled with excitement.

Once you blew out the candles, Riley turned the lights back on and they both handed you a present each, both wrapped up in old Christmas paper.

“I cant believe you both. You’re too kind.” You said, trying to not get emotional. You opened Riley’s first, revealing an old, but working, Walkman. You started jumping around happily, before hugging Riley and thanking her.

“Open mine now!” Ellie hurried you.

“Okay okay okay.” you giggled.

You opened her present to reveal a cassette, which you could play on the Walkman.

“No way! Is this queen?!” You gasped. You hugged Ellie, thanking her and Riley took the cassette and Walkman, connecting it to a speaker.

“How about we have some more fun?” She smiled before playing the first song; Bohemian Rhapsody. You all sang along, dancing. You had no care in the world in that moment, for you were the happiest you’d been in a long time.

~end of flashback~

There was a light tap at your door, shaking you from your sleep. Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, immediately rolling your eyes.

“What do you not understand about the words ‘leave me alone’ abby?” You asked frustratedly.

“I just need to apologise and explain myself. I’ve been a really shitty person to you for no reason and i am not okay with myself because of it. It’s not fair for you, or anyone around us who has to listen. Just please, hear me out.” She begged, sincerity laced in her voice.

You sighed, interested in what she had to say before letting her in.

“Whatever you have to say, you better make it quick. I’ve gotta help out at the nursery in an hour.” You explained, sitting down and signalling for her to sit too.

“So why have you been such a dick to me since I got to Salt Lake City?” You asked.

“I was intimidated by you.” She said, not looking you in the eyes.

“Intimidated? Elaborate.” You demanded.

“You had lost so much in such a short amount of time, yet you had such high spirits. When you arrived to the outpost, Marlene explained your situation and asked me to befriend you. But when I met you, I felt intimidated by how strong you were mentally. I envied your cope, I envied your way with knowledge and i guess to make it go away, I had to push you away.” She explained slowly, to try and leave room for you to understand.

“When my dad died, I was in bits. I didn’t understand how you could move on so fast from your friends back in Boston, I’m still not over my dad and I’ve already gotten my revenge.” She spoke, finally looking you in the eye.

“I put on a mask Infront of everyone. It was a fresh start, I didn’t need my emotions to get in the way. Behind the scenes I was drowning in my own tears every night. It’s not so bad anymore but I still miss them a lot, and I still can’t allow myself to forgive them for leaving me.” You spoke. Abby’s face softened into a sympathetic, worried one.

“I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you. It probably didn’t help your grief, and it definitely didn’t help your mind. Me being a dick was the last thing you needed. I am truly sorry.” She spoke.

This was a side of Abby you had never seen before, she spoke with so much care and adoration in her voice, and there weren’t any snarky comments or sarcasm. It was all true to her mind.

“I can’t erase what I have caused and I don’t expect you to forgive me now, or ever. I just hope that one day we can maybe be friends? And start over?” She asked softly, looking in your eyes with care and concern.

“I’d like that.” You replied.

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Tysm for reading part 2! This was mainly flashback based, but I feel like it was necessary for your backstory. Part 3 will hopefully be out before the end of the week. Lmk if you wanna be tagged! 🫶

Also, they have gotten rid of the gif I used :{

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number1mingyustan · 1 year

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Bittersweet(Chapter 10–All Falls Down)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, angst, grinding, fingering (f.), oral (m.), marking, cursing, alcohol consumption, fighting, mentions of puking, i probably missed something there's so much that happens

Summary: in which everything comes crashing down

Word Count: 4.5k

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(a/n: finally got this posted)

You're really not one to eavesdrop, but when Sora closes her locker and brings up Mingyu, you can't help but listen.

"I don't know Sohee, it's like really weird. Mingyu and I haven't had sex yet and I'm getting kind of impatient," Sora says.

As much as you disliked the girl, she was absolutely right. Mingyu and Sora have been dating for about a month now and they haven't had sex yet? Mingyu going weeks without getting laid? Something was off.

Of course, you wouldn't really know. You've hardly spoken to Mingyu in the past few weeks. You could feel him slipping away slowly, but your conversation on your birthday confirmed everything. It was hard not to notice the odd tension when it first started. You both knew things would be different after you finally got with Wonwoo, but you hadn't expected it to be this different.

You haven't had a full conversation with him in nearly a month and it bothered you. He hardly made eye contact with you whenever you were within 10 feet of him. The most you got were half-assed greetings when you were with Wonwoo or another member of the team and Mingyu happened to be there. Besides that, all you got from him was radio silence.

"I thought you guys hooked up at Seungchol's like two months ago?" Sohee questions.

Sora sighs and leans against her locker. "We did, but we didn't go all the way. And it's been that way since. Like it was sweet at first because always wanted to give and like never receive, but like I want more now. You know?"

Sohee nods. "Maybe he's just not ready."

"I mean yeah, maybe you're right. It's just like, he's Mingyu, you know. Like before me it was pretty common knowledge that he's fucked around and he didn't stop halfway. It makes me think there's something wrong with me," Sora sighs again.

"Yeah but you're forgetting that before you, Mingyu like, didn't do relationships. He's a guy, so fucking other girls wasn't that big of a deal. But now he's actually dating you, he probably wants to go slow and make it special when it happens. He's gotta be like totally in love with you considering you actually managed to tie him down in a relationship," Sohee explains.

You hide your face in your locker as Sora leans her back against hers. "Yeah, you're probably right."

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Wonwoo lays on your bed, staring at you from behind as you do your makeup. You're so focused on yourself in the mirror that you fail to notice that he's rolled off the band and started creeping up behind you.

You jump when his arms find their way around your waist. "Relax baby, it's just me."

"You startled me," you reply, leaning into the mirror as you finish applying your mascara.

"Sorry baby," he plants a kiss on your neck. "Just wanted to know when you were gonna be done. Uber's gonna be here soon."

It's Friday night again, and Wonwoo's come over again per usual. However, it's one of the biggest game of the season on Saturday afternoon. To get everyone excited, Hoshi decided it would be a great idea to host a party.

Getting the entire team drunk the night before a big game may not have been the most practical, but it absolutely wasn't going to stop the boys.

" 'M almost done," you say as you finish applying your mascara. "Promise."

He places another kiss on your neck. You watch his body fall back on your bed with a soft 'thud' in the mirror. It brings a smile to your face.

"Is Mingyu gonna be there tonight?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Probably," your boyfriend replies. "He's still not talking to you?"

"No," you sigh. "It's fine I guess though."

"Hmm," he hums. "We'll have our own fun tonight since he's still in a mood. I can talk to him if you want."

You shake your head. "No it's okay. It's not that big of a deal, he'll come around."

You fear he won't. Wonwoo doesn't know the full story about you and Mingyu. He knows that you guys were close when you were kids, but he doesn't know you were completely dropped out of his life.

Or that that the last time you really talked to him, you also slept with him and how that makes you feel used. You can't fully open up to Wonwoo about it either.

"Girls always take so long to get ready," he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear.

"Yes Wonwoo," you roll your eyes dramatically. "It takes time for me to look this good."

"You always look good," he says.

A smirk has formed on his face. He sits up on your bed, looking at you through the mirror. You shift your eyes as you feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you reply quietly.

Your bed shifts as he stands up. He walks toward you, arm draped lazily around your waist and kisses your heated cheeks. "I'm gonna raid your kitchen. I'm ready when you are."

You hear his footsteps fade as he makes his way downstairs. Your heart is beating out of your chest excitedly.

It's only a few more minutes before you're finally ready. You and Wonwoo uber to Hoshi's house safely. Although you guys get there let, you're still early enough that all the alcohol isn't gone. After entering, you and Wonwoo make your way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

There's a good amount of people already, so he guides you through the crown with your fingers interlaced. When you finally make you way into the kitchen, you decide to drink something stronger than the last time you were at one of these.

You pour your own cup, mixing the alcohol with the soda left on the table. You and your boyfriend drink together, wincing as the alcohol makes its way down your throats.

Before you can open your mouth to say anything to him, a hand rest on both your backs. You both turn around, seeing Dino.

"You two!" he beams. "Backyard, beer pong, now."

You and your boyfriend quickly exchange a look of agreement before following Dino outside. It's quieter, considering there's less people and the music is coming from inside of the house.

One side of the table has Jeonghan, Vernon, and Jun while the other has Joshua and Seungchol. You and Wonwoo migrate to the side with Joshua and Seungchol.

Joshua leans over, whispering in your ear, "Mingyu and Sora ditched us."

You simply nod before starting the game.

You don't know why Jeonghan has to be so good at this game. He's had yet to miss a single cup. He's gotta be cheating somehow, but the alcohol is starting to take its effect on everyone, including you. No one really puts much thought into anything.

There's two cups in front of you and one on the opposing team's, thankfully.

Dino throws the ball drunkenly, completely missing the cup. Jeonghan rolls his eyes in annoyance. Jun lets out a drunken giggle at the interaction.

It's your turn next.

You retrieve the ball, stumbling a bit. Jeonghan stands at the opposite end of the table with a frown on his face. You really don't get what his deal is with you.

Although Jeonghan may be weirdly good at this game, you've realized you are too. You've only missed one of your shots, even as the alcohol started to pump through your bloodstream.

You aim the ball, and thankfully it lands in the cup after one bounce. Jeonghan's expression turns sour as he downs what's in the cup. He didn't like that one bit.

On the other hand, Wonwoo hugs you excitedly. "You're so good baby. We won!"

You can tell he's pretty tipsy too. "Thank you!" you beam.

He intertwines your fingers again, practically dragging you back into the house without a word. You let him take the lead. He opens the screen door and pulls you in before he closes it and pins you against the wall.

Your head faces the living room for a brief moment. Mingyu is seated on the couch with his arm draped lazily around Sora and a cup in hand. He takes a sip and happens to turn in the direction facing you. His expression is unreadable, but he looks away quickly.

Moments later, Wonwoo's hand rests on your jaw. He pulls your head so it's facing him instead of the living room.

He closes the small gap between your faces and seals it with a kiss. Your eyes fall closed and you kiss him back with the same amount of fervor. It's sloppy due to both your drunken states. His hands rest on your hips as he presses his body closer against yours.

He pulls away before anything can get too heated.

"I have to pee," he says.

Your eyes flutter open, confusion written all over your face. "What?"

"I have to pee so bad," he says. "I'll be right back."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Okay, I'll stay near."

"I'll be quick, promise," he says. "Can never stay away from you too long."

You smile at him before he turns his back and disappears further into the house. The back door slides open and Joshua walks through. "Where's Wonwoo?" he asks.

"Bathroom," you reply shortly.

In nods in understandment before he leans against the wall next to you. He can tell something's on your mind.

"Something bothering you?" he asks.

"Eh," you shrug. "Jeonghan hates me and I don't know what I did to him."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Joshua replies, voice laced with hope.

"Oh but I'm sure he does," you scoff.

"Jeonghan's just not really that good with new people. He like doesn't open up easily or whatever," Joshua says. "When I first became friends with them, he hated me."

You let out a laugh. "Really? You guys are so close now."

"I know," he smiles. "Kid fucking hated my guts when we first met though. He wouldn't talk to me, and then he realized we actually had like a lot in common. It takes time with him, he's weird."

You nod in understandment. "I kind of get that vibe from him, but I don't know. It feels more personal."

"You're probably overthinking it," Joshua pats your head.

"You're probably right," you agree.

Wonwoo returns moments later. He pulls you off the wall and hugs you. "Thank you for taking care of her Josh."

The older boy smiles. "Of course,"

That's something you've truly grown to appreciate about these boys. The way they look after one another and you. They don't have to be told to do so, it comes naturally to them. Caring for each other and ensuring their safety.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Wonwoo suggests.

You lick your lips in anticipation. He smirks before you allow him to lead you again, heading toward the bedroom upstairs.

The tightness in Mingyu's heart continues to pull harder and constrict as he watches you leave. He's getting flashbacks to the last party when you and Wonwoo disappeared together. He didn't understand the feeling then, but it's become all to familiar now.

He's not gonna go chasing after you again. Now, Wonwoo's your boyfriend. He's got no right to come between that. It wouldn't be fair.

He needs a drink.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Thankfully, you only have to go to one room without interrupting anyone this time. Wonwoo mentions that it's actually Hoshi's room and he pissed he'd be if he ever found out what you two were about to do.

Not that either of you care all that much in the moment.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, immediately attaching his lips to yours. The kiss is just as messy and heated as earlier and the two of you stumble onto Hoshi's bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress with a 'thump' and his body hovers over yours. Your shirt rides up, giving Wonwoo's hands easier access to your skin. His hands however, don't immediately take advantage of it.

He pulls away from the kiss breathlessly. "Is this okay? I feel like we're moving kind of fast and I don't want to do something that you don't want to. Especially since we're drunk."

"I do," you assure him. "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You nod. "Yeah, we don't have to go all the way either."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Didn't have any condoms on me anyway." he says between kisses. "Wanna be sober and take my time with you when we do that."

You feel the heat spreading across your body as he touches you. His lips are all over your skin, kissing and sucking on all your sensitive spots. You're sure he's leaving marks for everyone to see.

He grinds his hips against yours, creating the bit of friction that has you moaning under him. His fingers play with the button of your jeans before he opens them and slides them down.

He presses his thumb on your clit through your damp panties.

"Fuck," you moan at the pressure.

His fingers ghost over your sensitive area as he continues to kiss you before he dips his fingers into your underwear. His digits slide through your folds, instantly coating themselves with the sticky substance. He shudders against your skin when he feels how wet you are for him.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, progressively increasing in pace. Once he elicits the reaction he wants from you, his skillful fingers move faster. You're moaning and writhing under him as he slips his first finger inside of you.

"Oh shit," you moan out in a whisper.

He pumps his finger inside of you, eventually adding another. His fingers stretch you out nicely. Each thrust pushes into your walls, filling you up with a familiar pleasure.

Holy shit, he's good with his hands.

"Feel good?" he hums.

"So good," you whimper. "So,so good Wonu."

You can already feel your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. You whine desperately, pushing your hips into his fingers and meet his pace.

He allows you to fuck yourself on his fingers, curling them and pressing them against the sensitive spot inside of you. You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

You lose control of your hips, continuing to fuck yourself on his fingers breathlessly as you ride out your high. He groans into your skin as he feels the way you tighten and throb around his digits.

Once you fully come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out and sucks on them. His cock twitches in his pants when your arousal hits his tongue.

You pull his fingers out, quickly replacing them with your mouth. You kiss him, lightly pushing his back onto the bed. Your lips leave his, moving down his neck to leave just as many marks on him that he left on you.

His cock is so hard it's poking at your inner thigh from inside of his jeans. You trail down his body before pulling his pants and underwear down to let his cock spring free.

You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is flushed red, leaking a clear substance and throbbing with need in your hand.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You don't have to, I just– oh fuck"

He shuts up once you take his cock in your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat before slipping it out of your mouth and spitting on it. You jerk him off a few times, properly lubricating his length before taking him in your mouth again.

You take your time, bobbing your head and allowing his length to hit the back of your throat.

For such a quiet guy, Wonwoo is surprisingly loud in bed. You can tell he's holding back even now, restraining himself from thrusting his hips into your mouth and moaning too loud.

His hands fist the bedsheets and his head tilts back into the soft sheets. You lick a long stripe on the underside of his cock before wrapping your tongue and lips around his tip.

His grip on the sheets tightens and he lets out a strained groan. You take your hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pump him quickly as you continue to suck on his sensitive tip.

He lets out a loud moan before he spills his loud into your mouth. His cum shoots onto your tongue, which you gladly swallow without hesitation.

"Holy shit you're incredible," he breathes out.

You climb back up, plopping down onto the bed next to him. You peck his lips quickly. "We should go back down soon."

He nods before the two of you get dressed and make your way back downstairs. The house is more packed than before, so this time you take his hand in yours and navigate through the crowd. You both stumble a bit but you eventually make it to the basement.

Wonwoo finds a spot on the couch and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

"Are you excited for the game tomorrow?" you ask.

"Very," your boyfriend replies. "We better win too, or I'll be so mad."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Seokmin and Seungkwan soon join the two of you. You spend the next 20 minutes engaging in very drunk and giggly conversation with the boys before you excuse yourself.

Hoshi's house is perfect for hosting because well... it's huge. You walk down the hallway leading to the bathroom. The door is slightly open, so you push it open all the way. And two your surprise, Mingyu is sitting on the floor. He's just as surprised to see you as you are.

"What are you doing in here?" you question.

He shrugs. "I got bored."

"Where's Sora?" you ask.

"Don't know," he shrugs. "Don't care."

"You should care," you reply. "She's your girlfriend." "She's a rebound," he replies, finishing what's left in his cup.

"A rebound from what?" you question.

He scoffs. "I'm not doing this right now."

He lifts himself off the floor, stumbling a bit as he does so. Although you're intoxicated, Mingyu is very clearly wasted out of his mind right now. How much has he had to drink?

"Where are you going?" you ask, blocking the door.

"Home," he replies shortly.

"Did you drive?" you question.

"Does it matter?" he retorts.

"You're drunk," you frown.

"So are you," he slurs.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone."

"You told me you weren't pushing me away again but that's exactly what you did," you frown. "I don't understand what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he sighs.

"Then why are you treating me like I did?" your voice breaks.

He sighs. "It's complicated."

"Then help me to understand."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

There a moment of silence. He's staring at you with the same unreadable expression. You refuse to break eye contact with him.

"You don't deserve this," he sighs.

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"He makes you happy and you don't deserve having that be compromised or complicated," he blinks.

"What are you talking about?"

"For fuck's sake kid," he sighs. "I've been in love with you for fucking... I don't know how long. That's why I pushed you away all those years ago and why I can't be around you right now. I thought I could do the casual thing with you as a friend but then the strings started attaching themselves and they got all fucked up and tangled and I don't know how to deal with that. All I do know is that any time I'm around you, you drive me fucking crazy. I think about stuff that has never once crossed my mind when it comes to you and it fucking scares me."

Suddenly, the urge to pee is gone. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? You were struggling to make sense of his words. Mingyu? In love with you?

The same Kim Mingyu who couldn't even put in the effort to commit to a friends with benefits throwing out the L word? It didn't make sense and it didn't make you feel good.

When he first pushed you away, he was far too young to know what love was. And now? He fucks you, falls in love with you, and then wants nothing to do with you anymore? Your brain couldn't grasp the concept of Mingyu having those kinds of feelings for you.

"Can you say something...please?"

"I.... I have to go," you stutter.

Your legs move faster than your brain. You don't know why you're walking away, but you are. It's unlike you, and you want to blame it on the alcohol.

But truthfully, you don't know what the hell you're doing.

You make your way back down the hallway and find Wonwoo sitting on the couch where you two were not too long ago.

"Can you call an uber, I want to go home," you plead.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say quickly before biting your bottom lip to hold back your tears. "I just feel sick all of a sudden, I think I drank too much. Can I please go home?"

"Yeah, yeah of course," he assures you. "I'll call an uber for us."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Warm-ups the next morning were a disaster. Thankfully, the team showed up before coach and the opposing team. Nonetheless, everything went to shit.

Mingyu was the last to show up with a very bad parking job and a pair of thick rimmed sunglasses. By the time Mingyu showed up, the team had already split up. The infielders were practicing quick passes around the diamond while you hit fly balls to the outfield.

You watched in your peripheral vision as Mingyu stumbled onto the field. Your heart twists uncomfortably as the memories from last night replay in your head. Wonwoo had been waiting for a while now, considering Mingyu was the only person he could actually warm up with. You watch from a distance as Mingyu makes his way toward Wonwoo.

"Mingyu what the hell? You're pitching like shit, C'mon man," you hear Wonwoo from a distance.

"Maybe you just suck at catching," Mingyu retorts.

"I don't know what's up your ass today, but you can't play like that today," Wonwoo grits.

"Didn't realize you were coach now," Mingyu scoffs. "Just play your fucking position right and leave me alone."

"What the hell man?" Wonwoo throws off his catcher's gear and approaches Mingyu.

Oh no.

"Dude what are you doing?" Mingyu slurs. "Now you're not even gonna bother catching. Good for nothing asshole."

Impulsively, Wonwoo pushes Mingyu, causing him to stumble back. "The fuck is your problem?"

You drop your glove without a word and start making your way toward the scene. This is really fucking bad.

Unfortunately, before you can intervene, Mingyu lands a harsh blow right onto Wonwoo's face. Your boyfriend falls back with a look of hurt and shock on his face.

The action causes the rest of the team to stop what they're doing and quickly migrate toward the scene.

"Mingyu what the fuck is wrong with you?" You shout, running to your boyfriend's side.

Wonwoo assures you that he's fine. Vernon and Joshua are the first to get there after you, pushing Mingyu away from Wonwoo.

"Is he hungover?" Vernon asks.

"I think he's still drunk, actually," Joshua sighs.

"I'm fine," Mingyu mumbles, attempting to push past the boys.

"No you're not," Joshua replies. "You need to cool down and sober up. You can't play like this today."

"Y/n?!" Vernon calls.

"What?" You reply.

"Can you take Mingyu home? Josh can pitch, but Mingyu can't play today. When coach gets here, we'll tell him Mingyu wasn't feeling well." Vernon plots.

You sigh, rolling your eyes "You're gonna be okay?" you ask Wonwoo.

He nods. "I'll be fine.I'm more worries about him, something's wrong."

You place a kiss on Wonwoo's stinging cheek before delivering a glare to Mingyu. "Let's go."

Mingyu knows he fucked up. Punching his own best friend? It was extremely out of character for him and he knows that. He doesn't really know what overcame him, he just knows it had to do with you.

Everything always circles back to you when it comes to him.

You gather his things and stomp toward his car as he follows behind you sheepishly. "Give me your keys."

He tosses the keys to you. When you approach his car, your frown turns sour.

"Can't believe you actually drove like this," you mumble to yourself.

He climbs into the passenger seat of his car and you drive him in complete silence. The tension in the air is thick and uncomfortable.

On top of that, Mingyu fucking puked all over the side of the road. You were forced to pull over midway through the drive because he couldn't hold it in. Without saying a word, you help him back into the car and drive back to his place.

The idiot actually came to a game with alcohol poisoning.

You finally help him into the house where he pukes again twice more in the bathroom. It's actually kind of hard seeing him like this. As long as you've known him he's never been so.... pathetic.

You fear this is all your own fault.

You help him into bed before going downstairs. You return with a cup of coffee, a bottle of painkillers, and a water bottle. You place the bottles on the nightstand next to him.

"You ran away last night," his voice fills your ears. "Why did you do that?"

"You did the same thing to me," you hand him the coffee. "Twice."

"Yeah but you're not me," he sits up. "You're better than I am."

"I don't know what you expected me to say," you sigh.

"I don't really know what I was expecting you to say either," he leans his head back against the headboard. "I figured–"

"–Let's talk about this once you've sobered up, yeah?" you cut him off.

The tugging at his chest hurts more now than ever. The look on your face hurts him. He can see the pain and disgust written all over your face and it's making him sick to his stomach all over again.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" you ask, making your way toward the door.

He lets out a pitiful laugh. "I'm always by myself. I've been doing just fine haven't I?"

You don't respond, it hurts too much. You simply close the door behind you and walk yourself out. Thankfully, Wonwoo spent the night last night, so he ended up taking you to the game. You thought about driving your own car, but truthfully, you didn't want to go back right now.

There was too much on your mind at the moment, so you settled at home.

Everything was fucked.

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minnieves · 2 years

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Can I request post concert sex with yeonjun? Like he's still high on the adrenaline after being on the stage and the moment you close the door to your apartment he takes you right against the door 😮‍💨😮‍💨

this took a while, sorry about that. has everyone seen his live earlier? he looks so good. happy reading!

summary: post concert sex with yeonjun where you decided to send him a cute picture before he went up the stage. everyone was posting how yeonjun was extra slutty for today's concert feeling everyone up.

his manager contacted you while they were still performing. regarding your plan on surprising him. saying that it'd be better to go in the hotel rather than after he's inside. mentioning yeonjun's behavior the entire night.

y/n: how's the concert bub?

you messaged yeonjun knowing that he doesn't have his phone. a notification appeared when his manager message you again.

yj manager: we'll go straight to the hotel since there's a lot of people. i sent someone to pick you up.

y/n: i'm with him now, update you when i get there :)

you sent him another message once you entered yeonjun's room. you tidied his room a little, finding the gifts he was talking about for you. you smiled to yourself, before getting ready for your little show.

you took one of his shirts to put it on. knowing that it won't last anyway. you laid on your side while you wait for yeonjun. he'd be here any moment according to the team.

"thank you for today!" yeonjun shouted to the entire floor as he opens the door to his room. he was happier since it's now his time to have a solo room. he placed his bag down, supposed to open the bathroom door when a figure caught his eye.

"thank you for today?" you joked winking at him. you motioned him to come towards you. his smile growing bigger by the minute. "did your dick enjoy my picture love?"

"hmm? do you want me to show you how i enjoyed it?" he said kissing you. he easily climbed the bed, his hair still wet from sweat. he positioned himself on top of you. holding the back of your head to make sure you're not going anywhere.

you almost forgot that you're supposed to put in a show for him with how needy you are. you could also feel how fast his heart is beating under your palm.

you flipped the both of you, so that you're on top of him. you sadly depart from his lips smiling at him. with him gently tugging you down.

"i wanna give junnie a gift too," you said standing up. yeonjun followed your figure as he sat down. a little confused with your actions. "i'm sure moas wouldn't mind if i give their performer a performance too?"

you played the music, swaying a little to try to bring a little more intensity to the mood. yeonjun has always been weak for you. thus, it didn't shock you with the way he was looking at you.

a smile adoring his face, his eyes showing a different story. you slowly bring your hands from your thighs to your neck. gliding every curve of your body.

"i wasn't expecting such a slutty performace tonight," he commented. watching you from his eyelashes. controlling every bit of himself to not pounce on you.

"you're busy whoring yourself," you told him. slightly lifting the hem of your shirt, just enough so that he could see what's underneath. "getting impatient?"

"how can i even be patient?" he said, his tongue poking his cheek. yeonjun could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts. if you look close enough you'd see it.

in all honesty, he's still very much high from the concert. his horniness clouding his perception and patience. he licked his lips, watching as you sway your hips hypnotising him.

"junnie!" you told him. he suddenly backed you against the console. making it thud against the wall. you looked at him, eyes widening as you press your thighs together.

"another time," he said. easily removing his shirt from you. he held your nape pulling you to meet his lips. his cock pressing on your stomach.

yeonjun took a quick peak at your lingerie. loving how it fits you. it was the same one you sent him earlier.

"pretty," he said. tugging on its straps. easily making it fall on your feet. "let's keep this on."

he tugged on the garter of the stockings that your wearing. making it snap against your flesh. which lead to a moan escaping your lips. you meet his eyes, biting on your finger as you do.

"on all fours," he told you. pushing you towards the bed.

and you did. heart beat echoing in your ears from anticipation. you felt nervous. but not to the point that you're nauseous. there's something about this yeonjun that just fills you with excitement.

"look at you, obeying like the slut she is." he told you. slowly climbing up the bed. his hand glide on your ass. groping the flesh beneath it. "and i'm the whore?"

"yes," you muttered. trying to push a little more of his buttons. you gasped when you felt his hand hit you. enough that it made you almost lost balance.

"i don't remember allowing you to talk," he said. hitting the same spot. making you moan from the pain.

"you asked a question," you told him. sounding out of breathe. you feel like your heart is climbing out of your throat with how fast it was beating. that it wanted more of this role that yeonjung is pulling on.

"keep your mouth shut." he told you. both his hands spreading your pussy to take a look at your gaping hole. he licked his lips, watching it clench over nothing. "you won't be coming if you do. do you understand darling?"

"yes! please junnie." you pleaded to him. hoping that he'd take mercy upon your poor body and just fuck it open. you bit your lip, anticipation killing you.

yeonjun thrust his dick inside you in one swift motion. your body being so accustomed to fucking him that it just gives him so much access. you closed your eyes shut. making you see stars from how you does it.

"no moans," he told you. holding his grunts in his throat. it still reaching your ears.

yeonjun gave you deeper thrusts than faster. knowing how to push your limits. reaching where he knows he could make you moan. you rolled your eyes as he abuse the same swollen part repeatedly.

"aww, didn't know you could be this obedient." he said. tugging on both your arms to make your body bend towards him. he took one of his hand to play with your nipples.

a smirk played on his lips as he watch your throat bob. knowing that you're controlling every sound from escaping. sure there are small whimpers when he tugged on your nipples but no more than that.

yeonjun hasn't been on tour for more than two weeks. yet every night you bounce on your toy crying out to him.

feeling him inside you is making you feel things. tugging on places you didn't know. and god how it makes you feel nauseous.

"grab those pillows." he told you. letting your arm go so that you could bend to reach them. "place them near us."

yeonjun let your body bounce on the bed when he pulled out of you. placing himself off the side of the bed. putting the pillows nearby.

he tugged on your leg, pulling you towards his direction. his eyes rolling with how easy you're being.

"place that underneath your abdomen." he told you. sitting on your legs, you reached to grabbed the pillows he was talking about. yeonjun watching your every movement. "lay down."

he pushed your body forwards. grabbing one of your thighs to use it as a leverage to insert his cock inside you. making you burry your head on the mattress when you feel him seated fully.

yeonjun lifted your other leg. hoisting both of them higher so that they're on the air. his knee resting on the bed, so that he could thrust inside you deeper.

"does my baby want to talk?" he asked you. to which you furiously nod your head in agreement. "ask me."

"can i please make sounds?" you asked him between hiccups. him slowing his thrust to hear you. closing your eyes, you could feel how full he's making you. "may i please make sounds junnie?"

"of course baby, remind the whole building who you belong to." yeonjun asked you. going back to his heavy pace.

you moaned his name like a prayer. between moan, while moaning. it sounded like a song to yeonjun. closing his eyes as he take all of you in. which leads to his dick twitching inside you.

"coming!" you told him. clenching around him. somehow it felt like your body was waiting for a signal to cum. like it was waiting for yeonjun's command.

"cum," he told you. sounding out of breathe.

making your entire body tense from his comment. caving to his demand like he owns it. his hips thrusting to help both of you ride yourself out.

yeonjun pulled out of you. watching the way his cum drips down to your legs as he does. his body collapsing beside you.

"i'd clean you up, but i don't think i could stand." you told him truthfully. knowing how tired he must be. you watch as his breaths even out. his mouth still a jar from it.

you leaned forward kissing his lips. which made yeonjun smile.

"do you think, everyone in this building knows who's the guest in room 604?" you teased him. making him playfully hit your shoulder. you gave him another peck making him whine.

#txt hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #txt scenarios #txt imagines

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pepperonibread · 3 months

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‘Cause I Don’t Shine if You Don’t Shine

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds Cut out of the sun Can you read my mind?

Love Song for a Comet holds a place in my heart that I can't begin to describe to people. I just have a lot of feelings about my little weirdos and love them so much. But to be completely honest with you all - a lot of what I write/have written about them is this, just dumb conversations. So I suppose if I ever decide to post any more of what I've written about them, it'll be here.

THIS (I don't even know how to describe this) was part of Love Song for a Comet. I took out some stuff and edited it/added to it/cried about it because I'm on my period. But I did not edit very well. Either way, if you enjoyed, please let me know.

And yes, the idea of Jessie just now existing in the Research Center is hysterical to me.

Title is a lyric from this song, which kind of fits this pairing I guess? Read it on ao3 if you want.

With a sigh, Kiran set down Jessie's guitar case and called out to Rigby, who was still sniffing around at the bottom of the stairs. "Rigby, come on up."

The old retriever gave a huff, almost as if annoyed, and took his time ascending the stairs. Jessie observed as his sister began to tap her foot impatiently. Even in his tired state, he couldn't help but notice the perfect tempo in her taps.

Kiran turned, almost strategically, looking at Qi; the researcher observing Rigby with a bit of a perplexed look upon his face. “I’ve always wondered, Kira - how long it takes for Rigby to decide to follow a command." Qi’s statement was more of a musing than a question, but Kiran decided to answer anyway.

"He's old and stubborn," she replied with a half-smile. "But he's Jessie's dog, so I guess he's your dog now too." She reached into her bag and pulled out a box, extending it toward Qi. "Tea eggs."

Qi cautiously accepted the box, lifting the lid to peer inside as if he questioned the quality of her culinary skills. "Did you make them right this time?"

In response, Kiran gave a playful jab. "Well, I think I did pretty alright." She glanced at Jessie who was looking at them with an amused expression. Rigby had settled down in the center of the rug, observing the proceedings with his wise old eyes. Kiran extended her arms into the air in a stretch. "You both are invited for dinner tonight," she declared with conviction, allowing no room for refusal.

"I have to work," Qi declined her invitation with a stern tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kiran huffed in response and glared at him, silently warning him not to push back. "Why don't you come over tomorrow night instead?" she challenged, daring him to refuse.

"Fine."

Kiran grinned. She then turned to Jessie and raised an eyebrow as if expecting a response from him as well. He cleared his throat before answering, "Uh, yeah. Sounds good, Kiran."

"Great, it's settled then," Kiran declared firmly, leaving no room for further argument. She turned on her heel to face Rigby and said goodbye before patting the dog on the head and leaving.

Qi exhaled audibly, rubbing his temples. "She's too much," he muttered under his breath.

"Kiran? Yeah. Yeah, she is." Jessie replied with a soft laugh, "But that's what makes her so lovable, you know." He shrugged and picked up the box with the tea eggs from the table. "How do you eat these?"

Qi pointed at the box in his hand with his pen, "They're boiled eggs soaked in tea for several hours. I've tried to recreate them with several variations. However, I have yet to come across a perfect recipe." He explained this in an almost scientific manner, making Jessie laugh again.

"And here I thought you knew everything," he teased playfully. He turned his attention back to his the box on the table, determined to start unpacking it.

"I possess extensive knowledge and am aware that perfection is not achievable. However, these gestures are still appreciated," Qi responded, his tone shifting from playful to sincere, almost defensive. "They may not be flawless, but they hold value."

"Thank the Light she left before she heard you say that." Jessie said with a snort as he opened the box. "You better mentally prepare yourself for all the junk I've collected over the years."

"The thought of it alone is enough to induce a mild panic."

Jessie wasn't sure if this response was supposed to be serious or not, but he didn't think much of it.

Inside the box, Jessie's hand closed around an outdated radio. It would often have static due to its age, but it held sentimental value as one of his father's most prized belongings. Plus, the old man wouldn't usually notice it was gone when Jessie and Kiran snuck out with it to explore the ruins in Highwind. "You know, Kiran would be very pleased to hear you admit that her cooking is actually edible. If it really is."

"Hmm," Qi murmured. "Perhaps. Though she'd also take it as a challenge. She'd likely show up at the doorstep with more food for me to try." He shook his head and continued in his matter of fact tone. "And then, we'd have to invite her in, and the conversation would just spiral into madness."

"You know her well." Jessie observed.

"I suppose."

"Why didn't you accept her invitation for tonight? Are you really that busy?"

The director paused for a long moment. Finally, he admitted, "I needed a bit of... space to get used to things."

Jessie nodded slowly, processing Qi's response, but trying not to put too much thought into it. If he put too much thought into it - well, he knew he would start overanalyzing. Instead, he pulled out a rusty pocket watch from the box, tracing his fingers over its worn edges. "I can understand that."

Their conversation lapsed into silence, filled only by the continuous ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. Rigby trotted over to Qi's feet and lay down with a contented sigh, breaking the silence. Jessie couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. "Looks like Rigby's decided who he likes."

"He has good taste." Qi said dryly

Jessie reached into the box once more, retrieving a framed photograph of young Kiran and himself as children. Their wide grins were captured in the photo, sitting on a patch of lush grass under a clear blue sky. In the background, a younger Rigby could be seen leaping with joy, his tongue hanging out in excitement. Before he could fully take in the picture, Qi snatched it from his grasp, studying the frozen moment intently.

"Kiran looks like she's up to something. And you...you look innocent. Naive." He remarked with a small smile playing on his lips.

"It was a simpler time," Jessie mused, a hint of sadness in his voice. "But yes, she was always a little troublemaker. Always plotting some kind of mischief. A witch."

"It's fitting that she would marry someone who used to cause chaos in this town," the scientist commented from beside him. "Did she make a lot of messes as a kid?"

"Not as many as me," Jessie replied sheepishly, a grin appearing on his lips as he recalled their childhood antics. "But we did get in a few good ones, for sure."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't expect any less." Qi murmured, handing the photograph back to him. He was silent for a moment as he leaned forward to inspect the contents of the box once more. "Oh, you're kidding me," he said, pulling out a puzzle cube. "Unsolved?"

"Nah."

Qi cocked an eyebrow as if he didn't quite believe Jessie, but he set the puzzle on the table, next to the box of tea eggs. "You and your little hobbies. I'll see if I can't get that thing solved before you do. Shouldn't take long." He murmured with a smug sense of satisfaction. "I have more experience in solving puzzles than you, probably. You just need to follow a few simple algorithms. There are only 4096 possibilities. And with enough patience..."

"How does one solve it, then?" Jessie couldn't help but ask, amused by this sudden burst of competitiveness. "It seems impossible."

"It's not impossible," the director retorted, shaking his head dismissively. "You just have to look at it as a problem. A math problem." He paused to ponder for a moment. "How good are you at math?"

Jessie thought back, remembering the countless hours spent slaving away on algebra homework. The numbers, the equations, the graphs... all of it was a blur in his memory.

"Uh, not too shabby," he responded.

"Really? That's surprising." Qi shook his head, "Math is not a game for the weak-willed."

"I did not realize I had just moved in with a mathematician," Jessie said in jest.

"It's not as complicated as it seems." Qi picked up the puzzle and examined it, turning it over in his hands like a curious relic from the past. He fell into silence for a moment, lost in thought. "There are four sides to this cube," he explained, rotating it so Jessie could see each one. "The goal is to match all the faces to one color. Right now, they're all different." He turned the cube back to its starting position. "You have to break it down into layers or faces and then focus on solving each one separately." Qi continued, manipulating the cube and offering it for Jessie to examine. "The outer layer is simple enough. You have one of each color, don't you?"

Jessie nodded, peering closely at the intricate patterns on the cube. It had seemed like an easy task at first glance, but the more he studied it, the more complex it became. "But I've been trying to solve this thing for months."

"It takes time and practice to master it." Qi reassured him, placing the puzzle back down with a hint of reverence. He looked up at Jessie with a challenge in his eyes. "But I'll make you a bet if you're up for it."

"A bet? That I'll get stuck on the same spot you are?" Jessie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You have a lot of faith in me, Qi."

Qi rolled his eyes in response, his hand falling back to his side. "I wasn't saying that you'll solve it immediately, no, that's ridiculous. But I've got an algorithm that I developed myself that can speed things up quite a lot. And once you master the algorithm, you'll be able to solve it with ease."

"So... you want me to bet that I can learn your algorithm that you haven't actually told me how to use?" Jessie asked incredulously, unable to hide the amused smirk from appearing on his lips.

The scientist waved a hand dismissively as if the details weren't important. "Well, yes."

Jessie eyed him warily. "Alright. What do I get if I can solve it by tomorrow?"

Qi frowned at the question, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. He scratched the back of his neck, seemingly in deep concentration. "What do you want?" He asked, turning his head to face Jessie once again, his lips twisted in an uncertain line.

Jessie stared at him, thinking about his response. What would be the best thing for him to get from the scientist? And what did he even want?

"A blowjo-"

"Don't push your luck," the scientist snapped, shaking his head. Jessie bit back a smile at the sight of the director's reddening ears. He thought for a moment and decided he wanted to mess with him just a little more. "What? Don't think you can do it?" He challenged. "Scared to lose to a civilian? Someone with no scientific background or mathematical genius? Scared you'll lose to an anthropologist? Someone whose job is to dig things up in the dirt? Who lives off the scraps of those before him? Who's the last resort-"

"Stop!" The director said in annoyance, though there was a slight twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, "You're being dramatic." He sighed deeply and took a step closer to the table, leaning in and studying the cube. "Alright, what's it worth to you, then? What do I get if you do manage to solve the cube? Just out of curiosity."

Jessie pondered the question. "You get... bragging rights?"

Qi arched an eyebrow skeptically as she gave him a look. "Why would I want bragging rights for something that no one else cares about? No offense, but solving an unsolved puzzle cube that you had struggled with for months isn't really worth boasting about. Let's not be foolish."

With a scoff, Jessie reached back into the box and pulled out an old relic - a worn video tape. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up for Qi to see. "I found it during a university trip to the ruins." He spoke with pride, recalling his days as a student. The memory was faint but the nostalgia was strong.

"I do," Qi replied, taking the tape from Jessie's hand and examining it. "It's an old film tape." He looked back at Jessie with a smug smile on his face. "Just another artifact from the past. Do you know what's on it?"

Jessie shook his head, remembering how even his professors couldn't figure out how to play these tapes. "We didn't have whatever they used for playback. If you ever figure it out, let me know if it's a movie or a...home movie." A suggestive grin crossed Jessie's features as he added, "If you catch my drift."

Qi nudged Jessie's arm gently and said in disbelief, "Your mind goes places I can't even imagine."

Jessie's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he enjoyed the banter between them. Being in Sandrock for so long now, he felt like he belonged there more and more each day. It was all starting to feel real: having a home, a... well, he wasn't quite sure what he and Qi were to each other, but whatever it was, he was content with it. "That's what everyone in my class used to say. At least, that's what the guys said."

Qi took a step back and flipped the tape over in his hand a few times. He studied it intently, as if trying to solve a puzzle that Jessie couldn't fathom. After a moment of silence, he looked back at Jessie. "What else do you have in that box?"

Jessie picked up a few paperback novels and placed them on the table. Most of them were romance novels. He inspected one, noticing its well-worn condition with a ripped cover indicating it had been read numerous times.

"Romance?" Qi asked in surprise.

"Yep," Jessie confirmed with a grin. "Even the steamy ones." He then held up a red hardback novel that was heavily used and dog-eared. "This one is really good."

"It's trash from the looks of it."

"Trash?" Jessie chuckled, "It's actually quite well-written. You should give it a chance sometime."

"I'd rather read anything else." Qi gestured to the bookshelf across the room. Jessie gave him a curious glance before setting down the novel and taking a long stride toward the bookshelf. He perused the titles, noticing a prominent theme of scientific topics such as space, robots, physics, and astronomy.

"Advanced Astrophysics." Jessie read the title out loud. "Sounds exciting." He commented sarcastically as he looked over at the researcher, who seemed to have lost interest in the conversation and turned back to the puzzle on the table. "What even is astrophysics, anyway? Got anything more raunchy?"

Qi crossed the room, puzzle in hand. "Astrophysics is a scientific discipline that applies physics and other natural sciences to study astronomical objects."

"A lot of people wouldn't call that raunchy." Jessie stated as he observed the director reach for a book; carefully selecting one to present to Jessie.

"The theory of relativity," he said, offering the book to him. Jessie burst into laughter; realizing that their literary interests might be on completely different spectrums. Jessie accepted the book, eyeing it curiously. "This certainly sounds spicy," he commented with a grin. "What even is the theory of relativity anyway?"

Qi's eyebrows rose, a smile spreading across his face as he saw an opportunity to showcase his knowledge. "The theory of relativity states that matter and energy are interchangeable, and that the mass of an object increases as its velocity increases."

"Is this supposed to be raunchy? I feel like you're trying to confuse me. Do you have any books about pirates being sexy or something?" Jessie asked, shooting him an amused look as he leafed through the book. It seemed to be entirely equations, numbers, and diagrams. No pictures, not even an author picture.

"It deals with how time, space, and gravity are interconnected." The scientist continued, but paused, as if realizing that Jessie might need a more relatable example. "Think of it as how things change when you move really fast or are near something incredibly massive."

Jessie's expression shifted from playful to intrigued as he began to grasp the concept. "Huh, that sounds pretty cool, actually. You're into some deep stuff."

The other man contemplated for a moment, scanning the bookshelf again. Then, he reached for a different book and handed it to Jessie. "How about this one?" he suggested.

Jessie inspected the book, its cover displaying a vivid image of a distant galaxy. "Astrophysics for Beginners," he read aloud with a smirk. "You think I'm a beginner?"

"Not necessarily," was the reply, "but it's a good starting point for anyone interested in the wonders of the cosmos. And who knows, you might find it more captivating than you expect."

Jessie sneaked a glance at him from the side, his eyes full of interest. "You really enjoy this stuff, don't you?" He asked with a grin, "Is there a more explicit version? I wouldn't even know where to begin with all these books, and I'd probably just end up with a headache if I tried." He stopped and laughed, "Honestly, I don't understand half of these." He turned back to the bookcase, skimming through the titles. "How to Build a Rocketship in 3 Steps," he said in mock annoyance. "Do you want to tell me about this too?"

"Only if you're interested, Jessie," was the calm response.

"I think you're about ready to rant about rocket ships, if I had to guess." Jessie observed. He could hear the director chuckle under his breath as he leafed through the books on the shelves. "Do you even have books in here that you haven't read yet?"

"I've read most of them, and some I've revisited multiple times," Qi said, taking a brief pause. "It's important to always have a wealth of knowledge at your disposal. You never know what challenges may arise and how you'll need to adapt. With the world changing so rapidly, it's crucial to stay prepared." He chuckled self-consciously. "I suppose my choices reveal a pattern – focusing on science, particularly space exploration. The possibility of communicating with humans in space is something that truly fascinates me."

Jessie glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do you really believe there are others still out there?" He asked in surprise. He had heard some people say they were out there, but he always chalked it up to conspiracy theory; wild speculation that the humans in space the day of calamity left the Earth as they knew it and were just... gone.

"I do. I know it's far-fetched, but it's the only possibility I can see that makes any sense to me. If humans had advanced space travel in the old world, then where are they now?" Qi reasoned, shrugging his shoulders. He leaned back against the bookshelf and glanced up at the ceiling, contemplative.

Jessie nodded. "You may be right. I never thought about it that way. You may be on to something."

Qi cleared his throat. "There's another possibility I've considered, and that's what the government wants us to think. That the people in space are all dead. And the only reason why they would say that is because they can't communicate with them."

Jessie observed him attentively, trying not to blurt out something like "here we go again."

Instead he chose his words carefully, remembering the rumors and secret knowledge spoken about by his professors at university. They always hinted at something more but never revealed the whole truth. "Maybe the government is keeping secrets from us," Jessie stated, thinking of the old stories. After a brief pause, he questioned further, "Do you think there are actually others out there? And if so, how can they be certain?"

"They can't." The director shook his head, frowning slightly. "I just feel like it's a possibility, but it's impossible to say for certain until we make contact. That's why it's important to be prepared. I've studied everything I could get my hands on about space, space travel, space communications, all of it." He motioned to the bookshelf with one hand. "But that's a conversation for another time." He took a step closer, studying the other man's face, "Why? Do you have a different opinion?"

Jessie thought for a moment. "I just feel like there's a lot more to the world than what we see. A lot more to it than just the old world. That's all. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Qi gave him a skeptical look. "So what, you think we're alone?"

Jessie laughed, shaking his head. "No, I don't. I just feel like we haven't found any of them. We have found other things, but they're just not... human." He gestured to the cube and the books, "These things were built by humans. These things are a part of our history. And as much as I want to believe there's other things out there, I can't find them in a museum or read about them in a book."

The scientist was silent for a long while, pondering. "That sounds exactly like something an anthropologist would say." He teased him with a grin, nudging Jessie's arm lightly. He paused again and studied the cube intently, thinking hard.

Jessie grinned back. "You've got to give me credit for saying it so eloquently." He quipped. "I feel like it's been a long day for me, and you're probably exhausted too, and if we keep this going, I'm just going to wind up talking your ear off."

Qi smirked, "I think it's only fair to tell you that I have been awake for over twenty-four hours."

Jessie frowned, "Do you ever sleep?"

"Of course. I've just had a lot to do." Qi retorted.

"Don't tell me you don't take care of yourself, because you clearly don't," Jessie scolded, placing the books back in their proper spots on the shelves.

"I eat. I sleep," was the quick response, accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. "And I spend a lot of time with a charming anthropo-" he paused, "a certain anthropologist." He finished.

"Charming?" Jessie repeated disbelievingly, his face lighting up. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him charming, or even thought of him in that way. "You think I'm charming?"

Qi shifted from one foot to the other. "I mean... you are, you know?"

Jessie blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Thanks." He cleared his throat. "So... how much sleep have you actually gotten?"

"Enough, I suppose. I've been busy, like I said. It's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Suuuuuuure." Jessie looked around the room, admiring the space. "I don't even think you'd want to take the time to relax if you had the time. This room looks like the definition of organization. If there's one thing that could use some relaxing around here, it's your schedule."

Qi looked around the room, considering what the other man said. Then, he smiled. "You may be right." He paused for another long moment, his smile fading slightly as he regarded Jessie, pushing his glasses a bit further up his nose. "What do you want to do next? We have all evening."

Jessie thought for a moment. "Why don't we do something to get our minds off all this science talk? Have you ever thought about... maybe..."

Qi raised an eyebrow, amused. "You seem hesitant. I can tell that there's something on your mind, Jessie."

"Maybe there's just... something that I've wanted to do, and now would be a good time to try it out."

The scientist gave him an inquisitive look. "Oh? Care to elaborate?"

Jessie let out an awkward laugh. "Do I have to?"

"You do not, but you've peaked my interest." He studied the other man closely. "What is it?"

Jessie let out a defeated sigh, averting his gaze. "I'm a little rusty at this." He admitted quietly, still looking down at the ground.

"It's okay, Jessie. Whatever it is, I'll be glad to hear it."

Jessie nodded slowly, then met his gaze again, mustering the courage to speak. "Do you want to go on a date?"

Qi's smile faltered. "A date?" He echoed in surprise, "That sounds... exhausting. "I mean, not with you! But, in general. I don't like dating."

"Really?"

Qi shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I don't see the point. You're here now, and you don't have to try so hard. You can just be you, and I can be myself, and we can just be together without any pressure." He explained, then chuckled nervously, "That sounded like something you say on a date, but... I guess I've just been single for...Forever."

"I can tell." Jessie deadpanned, smirking when he saw the look of feigned shock on Qi's face.

"Did you really just say that to me? After all this?" He retorted in mock annoyance, jabbing Jessie lightly in the chest. "And I thought I was the rude one."

Jessie grinned. "That's not an apology. You started it." He retorted with a grin.

Qi scoffed, "Apologies don't get you anything here." He crossed the room, glancing back over his shoulder. "Do you want to spend some time with me, Jessie?"

"What does that even mean?"

Qi raised an eyebrow, amusement written on his face. "It means I'll have to show you, and you're just going to have to trust me on that. That is, if you don't mind the challenge."

"The challenge of working with you or dating you? Or living with you? All of those things sound like a challenge since you've been here alone for the past - what is it, seven years?"

Qi shook his head. "You know, I like the way you think. It's very straightforward, and you have a lot of... insight." He smirked as Jessie chuckled at the comment. "That is exactly what I meant. But you should know, Jessie, that it is a big commitment, and you may find that I am a handful."

"You already are," Jessie quipped. "Are you going to hang out with me, or not? Because if I have to listen to another word of you being all... scientific, then I'm leaving."

The director let out a questioning laugh. "And just where exactly will you be leaving to?"

"Are we flirting right now? Is that what you're trying to do?" Jessie questioned. "Or are we having an argument?" In truth, it was hard to tell - but it was always hard to tell. Qi's expression was neutral, unreadable, and Jessie had no idea if the man was serious or teasing. It was almost intimidating.

Qi made a "pfft" noise under his breath. "What, is it so hard to believe I could flirt?"

Jessie let out a short, defeated laugh. "It is! What would you even know about flirting?"

The other man's lips twitched, threatening to curl into a smirk; but they didn't, almost as if his inner subconscious would have considered it to uncharacteristic. Instead, he held Jessie's gaze and smiled, his expression genuine and unguarded.

"Would you believe that I'm a lot better than you might think?" He asked, the amusement in his eyes growing more obvious, "Or is this part of that thing you do you, where you have a tendency to be so self-depricating?"

Jessie's face reddened, and he was momentarily dumbstruck, struggling for words, "Well - you- what the fuck-" He let out an exasperated sigh. "I - yeah, I do have a tendency to do that. But you're doing that too."

"You can't deny the facts, Jessie," Qi retorted smugly, "You have a bad habit of making assumptions about yourself, and you do it frequently. So do you really think you're qualified to tell me what I do or do not know about flirting?"

"Oh, shut up." Jessie muttered, not quite meeting the other man's eyes. "You're the one who said I'm charming."

"And I think I am qualified to tell you that you're being an...asshole right now."

"Whoa, a curse word. How original," Jessie quipped, rolling his eyes. "And abnormal. You must have picked that one up from my sister, who by the way, calls you an asshole all the time."

"I'm aware," the other man let out another laugh and gave Jessie's shoulder a light shove. "Well, you are one."

"So, are we going on that date, or are you just going to keep standing around and flirting with me? Because if you are, I think you're going to have to make an effort."

"Are we?"

"You know what? Yeah, let's go on that date. Why not? You need to learn how to flirt." Jessie joked, his tone mocking. "Y'know, for when you start flirting with people other than me. You seem to enjoy it more than you're admitting. That is, if you don't want to just go back to being the mysterious, brooding man with a bad attitude and a big ego." He added.

"I have a big ego, do I?"

Jessie chuckled under his breath. "A big ego, a big head, a big attitude - horrible attitude, actually, if we're being honest."

The scientist rolled his eyes, then his expression softened slightly. "You have no idea how much I appreciate the company, Jessie," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know."

#mtas #mtas qi #mtas fanfiction #my time at sandrock #gay blorbos

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presleyhearted · 11 months

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The Palace Doors | WIP

Author's note: Well, hello! Apologies for the brief writing disappearance 😬. I will admit that I'm encountering a terrible, terrible case of writer's block. My prime priority right now is to post a new chapter of my ongoing fic 'yours truly', but it is proven a rather challenging chapter to write. So. . . with that confession, I have decided to open up my vault of WIPs (works in progress). So I present to you this random WIP that may or may not properly written in future. Hopefully this entertains you all, as you await the next chapter of 'yours truly.' 💗

@literally-just-elvis-fics

As this is a WIP, the pairings are undecided. Of course it is elvis, but idk if it is a reader or an OC.

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There is a certain frenzy that encloses the space. A mass crowd of people filter through the gates, all huddling in groups with the finest attire hugging their bodies. The dark-blue canvas of the sky that blanketed its citizens, only lightly affected the joyous yells of the guests. Each tall corner piece of the vicinity held the torch, the source of fiery-orange light amidst the chaos that may unravel well into the evening.

Hundreds upon hundreds of people held the exact same expression, as they detach themselves from their carriages. Mouths hanging open in awe and fascination, as they slowly approach the architecture that is the optimal definition of elegance and opulence. Even more so, whispers of gossip exchanged through friendly acquaintances with only one question: Why are the Palace doors open, and why now?

As grandiose classical music played through the courtyard of the palace, the guests were quick to be opportune to the lavish ways of music and dancing. Unbeknownst to them, the host gazed from his window at the very top room of the palace. His sapphire-blue eyes were quickly darting through the faces of the women, not as an action of to pick and choose. But for the purpose of searching, a desperate search for one particular person.

She's not here. Elvis thought, frustration travelling through him faster than the darkness of the night encompassing the sky.

A knock resounds through the door.

"Come in, " He firmly says, still in his position.

The door swung open and was abruptly shut. Footsteps tapped on the wooden polished floors, drawing closer to him.

"Your Majesty." The familiar voice says. The voice belonging to a man with ashen-brown hair, and a firm square-shaped face. He was tall, but did not measure past the height of the King. He stood straight, facial expression neutral.

Elvis turns around, "Cornelius. Is there a problem?"

"I would not call it a problem, not necessarily Your Majesty. However, I believe that the guests are growing. . . impatient. There has been talks of desiring answers on the purpose of this event." Cornelius explained, straightforward and honest.

Elvis knew that this would be the case anytime soon. After all, it is midway through the beginning of the ball. He sighed at the report and crossed the room, to lean against the mahogany desk.

"I see." Elvis nods, "I will address the people, but not tonight. Not now."

Cornelius furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but no words escape his mouth.

Elvis' hands grab hold of the glass jar, effectively pouring the reddish-brown liquid into the empty glass that sat on the desk. For a moment, the only sound being this only. Cornelius watches his movements, unsure of the thoughts circling the King's mind.

As Elvis' fingers wrap around the glass of bourbon, he takes a sip from it. The taste burning his tongue, eliciting a slight grimace from his perfectly chiselled features. Despite the cold glass in contact with his skin, the events of the night propel emotions in the level of scorching fire onto him.

"She didn't come." Elvis says, to no one in particular. His voice almost to the level of a whisper. His eyes looking into nowhere in particular.

Cornelius pauses and says, "Your Majesty, what do you advise I tell the guests if they were to question-"

"Tell them that I am not well. Tell them that their questions will be answered in due time." His voice stern.

Cornelius bows, "Yes, Your Majesty." He leaves the room, leaving Elvis to battle with his thoughts in silence.

Elvis returns to the window, "Please, my darling. I am running out of time. Where are you?" He says, tears in his eyes in hope and desperation as he hears the fireworks shoot to the sky, as people cheered with glee.

The people may be joyous in celebration, but curiosity grows like a flower in the spring. For the answer to their question on why, why would His Majesty open the palace doors after a century of silence? The answer can only be found, if one were to change the course of the question. . .

not why, but whom?

#elvis presley #angst #fluff #elvis fanfic #elvis fic #current wip #WIP #I'm crazy #writer's block #too many WIPs

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quahogchowda-blog · 2 months

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This was an experiment... "I didn't measure a single thing..." sourdough bread... 🤣 Even though I can't attach all of the images from the 4 days I wanted to save these posts from Facebook... because it was definitely a learning experience... And was very popular with my readers. Everyone seemed to enjoy it allot.

DAY 1...

So today when I got home from work... I realized I better feed my starters because it's been awhile and one of them had a really thick layer of hooch on top... After feeding the two of them (The only reason I have these two +1 more is because they're actually two different kinds)... Anyway... I had so much extra... but have ABSOLUTELY noooooo desire to actually bake anything with it today... Too tired from work... and I didn't want to throw it away... So what I did was... Literally started another experiment that I can bake in a couple days... I'm calling it my "I didn't measure a single thing loaf" 🤣🤣🤣 I didn't measure the starter... I didn't measure the water... and I have no clue how much flour I added I just kept adding flour till I thought it was good... I'll add a little more water and some salt in about an hour... But then throw it in the fridge... There's an enormous amount of starter in here so we shall see... Maybe it'll create a monster. And I'm quite certain this is the ONLY group I can post this in without getting completely razzed. I'll check back in a couple days with the results. 😛

DAY 1... Post 2...

Okay.... since I'm one of the most impatient persons in the world I know that I would be going crazy waiting for results... And since I wasn't quite ready for bed yet... I decided to do my stretch and folds tonight... which actually it turns out needed to be coil folds due to the hydration level. This has got to be the most hydrated dough I've ever made... But as you all know... we're never going to know exactly what the hydration level is... 😜😝🤪 I'm posting these current results... I'm actually quite pleased so far.... But now it's waaaay past my bedtime at 6:30 p.m. 🤣 So the rest is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping it can go about 2 days before I have to cook it. Because I know I'm going to be just as tired tomorrow when I get home from work. But we shall see how it looks tomorrow. #IDidntMeasureAnythingLoaf

Day 2...

UPDATE on the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf dough... 🤣 Day 2... The plan is to leave it in the fridge until tomorrow when I get home from work at about 3 P.M. Then I'm going to take it out... let it warm up a little bit... form it and put it in the banneton... Leave overnight on the table to rise and then bake it first thing Friday morning. I think it's looking pretty good though... 😍 It definitely did a little something something in the fridge overnight and all day. 😊👍

DAY 3.... Post 1...

UPDATE... Day 3... On the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... 😂 Getting closer to "D" day... I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to wait till the morning to bake it though. I hope so cuz I really don't want to stay up late or get up in the middle of the night. Not feeling the greatest today... But I don't think it's gonna make it much longer without running out of steam...

So today... When I got home from work I took it out of the refrigerator where it's been since day one... Left it on the counter for an hour and a half and I could already see... even though it was so cold from being in the fridge... it was rising some more... Gently plopped it out on the counter... sprinkled a tiny bit of flour just to make it easier to form... I'm not one of those bakers who likes to manhandle my dough so I try not to push too much of the gasses out... GENTLY formed it up... I folded two sides... One at a time to the middle... Well a little more than the middle... Then I folded the other two sides to the middle... And twisted it around a little bit to get the tension going. Talk about bubbles... there was a lot of fat bubbles poking out the sides... 😍 Maybe too many bubbles... Not sure... I popped them... 🤣🤪🤣Maybe in this case I should have been a little more aggressive with the forming... But I really didn't want to change anything more that I normally do except for the I didn't measure anything part. Now it's just waiting in the cool dark oven... out of the way... to rise enough to be baked... I was hoping to wait till the morning but I really don't want to put it back in the refrigerator.

I can honestly say this is been pretty kool so far. 😊🧊🥶❄️😃

DAY 3... Post 2...

It's finally baked...

Woohoo... UPDATE... 🍿🍿🍿 On the "I didn't measure a single thing loaf..." Lucky day for y'all waiting in the wings... Bread is finished baking... 😍 I definitely could not have waited till the morning... It would have most definitely been over proofed...

Almost final reveal... 😍 I'm going to have to call this a success though. Even though we won't see crumb shots till tomorrow... That will be the FINAL FINAL look at the actual success... This loaf was baked starting in a COLD cast iron Dutch Oven with the lid on... starting with a COLD oven and a temperature set at 455° for the first 55 minutes... Then I take the lid off and bake for another 10 minutes still at 455°. Final temperature of the bread 208.6°...

What do you all think of that???

I'm actually really very excited that this came out soooo well.

Once I plopped it into the Dutch oven and scored the top I started having doubts because it looked like the top was sinking in a little bit in spots and it was possibly overproofed... But looking at this now... even if the texture inside isn't all 100% sourdough perfection perfect with numerous holes and all that... I don't care. 🤣 Because it looks and smells amazing.

I would say this is absolute 100% proof that making sourdough bread... Does not at all have to be so scientific and exact... One should not stress out... One should have fun and break as many rules as possible... I do. 🤣🤣🤣

Day 4... FINAL CRUMB shots...

Crumb shot... "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... I didn't measure the starter, I didn't measure the flour, I didn't measure the water, and I didn't even really measure the amount of salt I guesstimated by pouring it in my hand... And I literally fed the starter immediately before making the dough... That was after 2 weeks in the fridge without feeding... I let the loaf sit out overnight before cutting... I'm not 100% positive... but pretty sure this is the best crumb I've achieved so far... In all my years of making sourdough. I'm definitely quite pleased with this experiment and how it came out... Thank you all for the support it was fun. 😊😍👍

Also again...

Here's the links to the original few posts for those that want the whole story... 😍👍

Day 1 Post 1... https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644412197756594/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 1 Post 2... https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644463387751475/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 2...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644966004367880/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... Post 1...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645507320980415/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... post 2...

https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645569687640845/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 4... Crumb shots here... 😍 https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645819577615856/?mibextid=Nif5oz

NOTE: The first image is after 3.5 hours final rise after shaping... Sitting on the countertop... The second and third images is after the first 55 minutes of baking with the lid on... The remaining pictures are after it was completely finished baking...

Note for Tumblr... The images in this post are not exactly as they were in the Facebook posts... Since I'm only able to put 10 images here.

#sourdough #sourdoughbread #experiments

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squish--squash · 2 years

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Oh my fucking GOD I AM SO HAPPY RN

so there's been this song stuck in my head off and on for months now, and it was a song I used to love and listen to YEARS AGO but lost and forgot about (I accidentally wrote a lot, so the rest of this post is under the cut)

but the thing was I couldn't remember the song at ALL except for a few lines of the chorus, but even then it was so few words and every time I tried looking it up it would spit out very generic songs because all I remembered were the words "and in my dreams". I did also remember that the voice singing the song was female, and I could hum the melody of the chorus too.

and so the earworm came back to me an hour ago and I literally stopped what I was doing (writing) and threw myself into trying to find the song I ended up looking on some websites that pull up songs containing lyrics that you type, but I wasn't getting results from "and in my dreams" because that's such a common phrase in so many songs however, as the months passed and I kept replaying that earworm in my head to see if it would help me remember more of the song,

I was struggling so hard to remember tho. I could have sworn the chorus ended with "you're always in my dreams" or "you're only in my dreams" so that's what I kept leading with, because a lot of searches focus on the chorus and I thought it would be the best help. ironically, it didn't help at all, because that wasn't how the chorus actually ended...

deciding search engines weren't going to help I scrapped google entirely, and turn to websites designed to help people to find songs by typing lyrics. I decide to try what I know I remember from the beginning of the chorus, and try "and in my dreams". No luck. I try "in my dreams I" because it felt like the next word in the chorus were "I see". No luck (because it wasn't). I'm grasping at fucking STRAWS at this point but I'm not giving up because I really want to find that song.

I was even tempted to make a post seeing if y'all could help me out, but knew I'd been too impatient to wait for replies and I only get a couple notes on these original posts if they're not fandom-related, so I just continued looking by myself.

eventually, I start focussing on a part of the chorus that was a little different than the beginning of the chorus. It had the same tempo, but the words were sung shorter since more of them were said. Surely, if I could remember one or two of those words vaguely enough, it could help. I keep running my memory of the song over and over until... I finally remember something! It's vague and blurry, but a phrase becomes a little clearer, and I'm able to make out something along the lines of "into unknown, infinite skies"

and so I go the song finder I'm currently skimming through, and type: "unknown infinite skies". I let the searches load- the results have song names, artists, and a section of lyrics that contain the searched lyrics. I look at the first result. nothing.

then I look at the second result. "In My Dreams" by Tonight Alive. I reread the title and band. I reread it again because something's tugging on the back of my mind, because there's something familiar about the name of that band.

I look at the section of lyrics that were brought up with the result. "And we stand on the edge, catching our breath, touching the sky. Whispering warm, kiss the unknown, infinite night. I can see beyond this place..." I read those words, and as I do, I instinctively start to read them to the beat and melody and tempo of the song BECAUSE THAT'S IT THAT'S THE SONG I FUCKING FOUND IT

and so now I'm looping the song on youtube and relishing in the triumph of finally finding that song after so long, and it's just as good of a song as I remember

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kamisathoes · 2 years

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ZHONGLI + CYBERSEX !

pairings: soft dom ! ceo ! zhongli & sub ! f ! reader

warning notes: modern au, cyber sex (duh), masturbation, fingering, praise kink, feminization or housewife kink (?) if you squint, little bit of exhibitionism, recording without explicit consent, zhongli in a suit.

word count: 1.1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

first post baybeeee ! proofread but pls don't be mean if there's any mistakes.

zhongli was no stranger to working late: business calls, preparing for pitches, and so on. he had told you earlier that he wouldn't be home until the early hours of tomorrow as he was expecting a video call with an important european business partner. you didn't mind how hard he worked - it meant that you didn't have to worry your pretty little head about working or any financial burdens ! the two of you weren't married, although you were practically the perfect little housewife for him, making sure everything was clean and that he had a nice lunch waiting on the counter to take to work with him. he bought you anything you wanted and would shower you with gifts, including those lacy pink panties you were wearing !

tonight, you couldn't sleep. your lover was all that was running through your mind, wanting nothing more than his touch, his warmth. it started as innocent, wishing he was cuddling you under the blankets of your shared bed, before progressing into much lewder thoughts of him forcing you deeper into the mattress that kept you tossing and turning. thinking you could deal with this all by yourself, you slid your hands under your (well, his) shirt and began groping your breasts. you couldn't help but wish your hands were zhongli's - his were much bigger and always knew the best way to please you ! all it did was make your poor cunny gush, begging for some kind of release. you dragged a finger across your panties, assessing the damage. not having time for teasing, you collected some of your juices on your middle finger before pushing it past your entrance. you moaned at the intrusion, other hand moving to play with your clit. you were growing impatient, so desperate to cum, adding in another finger and then even a third. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't make yourself feel as good as he did ! as a final resort, you decided to send a text to zhongli.

it was nothing more than a light check in, asking how his meeting was going. he replied at record speed, concerned as to why you were still awake. you unashamedly confessed that you needed him, to which he suggested he call you. luckily, he was on a break in between calls so he had the time for you. even if he didn't he would happily make time for his darling whenever she needs ! you turned on a lamp next to the bed and opened up your laptop, sitting comfortably against the pillows as his name popped up on your screen. he looked as handsome as ever, all prim and proper in his suit and tie.

"darling, you look so needy." he didn't even bother saying hello. if he was being honest, he couldn't help himself from wanting to palm himself through his dress pants at your pathetic state. shirt pushed up, putting your chest perfectly on display for him. he couldn't help but wish he was there to satisfy your needs. you resumed groping your breasts, both sleepiness and neediness fogging up your poor mind.

"stop it, i didn't say you could touch yourself." you stared at your screen, not expecting him to take that tone with you. despite the shock, you did as he ordered. "good girl. now, i'm assuming you've already started yourself, hmm? couldn't make yourself feel as good as i can. am i right, darling?" you only murmured in agreement, telling him all that he needed. "spread your legs, i want to see you."

you did as he said. you sat the laptop in the middle of the bed, slipping off your panties as you opened your legs as wide as you could. the cool air hitting your soppy cunt made you whimper. you were exposed, fully at zhongli's mercy. he took pity on your sorry state. he struggled to keep up his stoic and commanding façade, slowly falling victim to his own desires. "go ahead, play with yourself, my love."

you were still sensitive from touching yourself before the call, when combined with the feeling of being watched you were a complete mess ! everything seemed to pass in a daze. the room filled with lewd sounds falling from your lips and the squelching of your walls around your fingers. they were accompanied by the light grunts eliciting from your laptop's speakers. you weren't sure when your lover had pulled out his own cock, but the pumping motion of his left hand under the table and the way he threw his head back in ecstasy was a dead give away that he was pleasuring himself to the sight of you. how silly of you to expect you would be the only one having all the fun !

a small "li" was all you managed to croak out, along with a weak mutter of you confessing that you were close. zhongli could barely tear his eyes away from your writhing form on his screen. your fingers pistoned in and out of your glistening hole, other hand making fast and rough circles around your puffy clit.

"be a good girl and cum for me, darling." you moaned a string of thank yous, mind going fuzzy from the pleasure you were inflicting upon yourself. zhongli couldn't help himself from pressing a button to record the beauty in front of him - he'd save it to a well encrypted file for the other lonely late nights at the office. he didn't want to tear his eyes away from you while he reached over to grab a tissue, scared he'd miss a single frame of the show you were putting on for him. he watched as you fingered yourself through your orgasm, moans turning into quieter, needy whines. you were always so desperate for his touch after you finished, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his strong arms. zhongli was transfixed by the way your hole fluttered as you removed your fingers. it was enough to make him cum in the tissue, the way your name left his lips made him grateful that his office building was mostly empty at this time of night.

both of you just basked in the afterglow for a moment, not wanting the bliss to be broken. the sound of another incoming video call finally snapped the two of you back to reality. you looked to your lover, questioning him. he began straightening out his shirt and tie, shoving his thick cock back into his pants.

"i hate to leave you, my love. but it appears my break time is over. this shouldn't be too long, but please don't wait up for me. you need your rest. i promise you that by the time you awake, you'll be in my arms."

#thena's opening up !#thena.writes #thena.thirsts #˘ᵕ˘ zhongli #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gi x reader #gi smut

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader

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