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gyuzgrl · 15 days

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her //kmg//

summary- with your marriage in shambles, you find yourself at your wits end when Mingyu's infidelity comes to light. heated discussions ensue.

PLEASE WAIT FOR PT 2 I'M NOT LETTING HIM OFF THAT EASY !!!!

Mingyu never thought he'd end up here. As tears brim over your cheeks, hurt evident in your eyes, he feels his world collapse.

Sure, he'd only married you because his father arranged it, but as your relationship comes up on its first year, he's developed certain feelings towards you. Feelings you can never know of. Feelings he thought you'd never return.

Your marriage has never been a point of envy for those around you. It's common knowledge that you and Mingyu hate each other's guts. You've made your peace with this- or at least you thought you did, until this morning, when your breakfast was interrupted by an unexpected voice message.

'hi, it's me- um I think you left your tie at my place last night... d'you wanna come get it? I've uh, I've bought that set you told me to get last week. call me back, kay? see ya'

The words ring clear as day in your head, even now, as you sob into your palms, hunched over in bed.

Filled with dread, you waited for your husband to leave the house, heading to work. You knew he would've heard the message- her message- sometime during the day, and so, you waited.

Waited for the call-

"I'll be home late today- there's an issue that came up last minute. don't wait up."

There. That same excuse you've heard night after night, for months on end. Your heart breaks when you realise that Mingyu's probably gone to see her everytime he had to 'stay late at the office'.

Although you knew going into this marriage that there would be no love, no romance, you couldn't help but hope. Hope that one day your husband would wake up and realise that he's been in love with you all along. Hope that one day the fighting and screaming would cease. Hope that one day he'd look at you like you matter to him.

Hearing the practiced ease with which Mingyu lied to you, you felt your last straw snap. No love, you could deal with. No intimacy, you could self satisfy. But no respect? Taking you for a fool, playing around behind your back, lying? You've reached a new low.

What's worse is, despite knowing that he's in the wrong here, you can't help but wonder what she has that you don't. What can you do to make him love you? How can you make him want you?

Mingyu's neglect has done permanent damage to your self esteem, and now you find yourself caught in an endless loop of obsession.

Evening rolls around and you're alone, in your big apartment, surrounded by cold, white furniture. Your house is spotless. It's clean and neat and unfamiliar. You can't call this place home. Not when nobody really lives in it.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as your mind fills with thoughts of your husband's infidelity. He's smiled at her, undressed her, touched her. Fuck, he probably looks at her and sees the ghost of what could've been.

No, you tell yourself. You cannot possibly be crying over a man who doesn't care about you. Where is the self respecting woman you once knew? The one that would stand up tall, make her presence felt.

Hours pass by like this, and the house grows dark. You haven't moved from your position in bed- scrunched up, hugging your knees close. You haven't eaten all day. You haven't thought of anything but Mingyu's betrayal.

There's a sharp jangle of keys sticking into the door, and you know he's here. You can't bring yourself to move, can't be bothered to greet him like you usually do.

His bag lands on the couch outside with a dull thunk, and he makes his way to the bedroom.

You should move- pretend to be asleep so he doesn't try to say anything, turn to the side so he doesn't notice your pain- but you don't. You can't, rather.

Mingyu walks in, head hanging low. He notices your frame, hunched up on the mattress, and his shoulders tense.

"you're up" he says to you, as if to confirm.

You stay silent.

"y/n?"

More silence.

Flicking the lights on now, Mingyu takes a step towards the bed, now noticing the red hot flush of tears streaming down your face.

"hey what's-" he draws closer, arm reaching out to thumb away your tears, "you're crying,"

So you did end up crying.

All the mental pep talks you gave yourself about self respect and how he doesn't deserve your tears, clearly didn't do much.

You lift a hand to your cheeks, feeling the wetness of your tears.

"oh", is all you can manage, wondering when you started crying, sitting dumbly as if under some sort of spell. Your eyes, unfocused, stare blankly at the wall in front of you, and your lips begin to quiver.

"what's wrong? oh my g- please don't cry" Mingyu panics, reaching out to grab your face, but your words have him freeze.

"don't. don't touch me."

Your voice is a whisper, trembling like a leaf, but it carries a dangerous certainty.

He backs away instantly- "is everything oka-"

This time you turn to the side, facing him properly, and something within him just knows that you know.

"oh." he breathes, eyes flashing with guilt.

"when were you going to tell me?"

When he fails to respond, you push further, voice laced with a dangerous mix of hurt and rage.

"how long have you been seeing her for? goddammit Mingyu I know you don't love me- I know you aren't happy but god how could you do this to me? to us? you have to remember, I'm just a woman at the end of the day. I'm only human- fuck" you break off into a sob, letting your words, your emotions free. It was reckless- being so raw- but there's nothing to lose anymore...

You've already lost what little you thought you had.

Your watery, blank eyes tremble upwards to meet his, and you see his face contort with an unrecognizable kind of pain. You've never seen him like this before.

"whatever you wanted, whatever you needed- you could've taken it from me, I'm your wife Mingyu. god, I feel so fucking stupid waiting for you all this while to just love me- and you've been crawling into someone else's sheets? Do I disgust you so much that you won't even touch me to satisfy yourself? Do you hate me so mu-"

"don't you dare." Mingyu interrupts, jaw tensing, "you can call me a liar, a cheat, an asshole I don't care but don't you dare try and tell me how I feel- not when you don't fucking know anything."

Your brows pinch together, an insurmountable rage boiling inside you, and you rise to your feet, standing as you face your husband.

"oh, I, don't know anything? What about you then, Mingyu? What do you know that I don't? I'm telling you how I feel 'cause I fucking see it. I see the way you look at me with that unamused, tired look in your eyes, I see how you don't talk to me, I see how you leave your stupid fucking ties at some girl's house 'cause you'd rather fuck her than touch m-"

You can't bring yourself to finish your sentence. Somehow, saying what you already know, makes if feeler so much more real. You can't bear the thought of him not loving you, not wanting you.

"you think this is what I wanted? you think I wanted to look for someone else instead of touching you? fuck y/n after all the screaming and fighting, you think I didn't wanna reach out and hold you? everyday when I get home you think I don't wan- fuck do you really think I don't wanna talk to you and hear your voice and feel you?"

You shake your head, slightly afraid of how Mingyu's eyes have darkened, taking on a crazed hue.

"my arms would never have comforted you, y/n. You thought me a stranger. How could I touch you, knowing damn well you don't want me like I want you?" He stops, chest heaving with bottled emotions, and his words ring in your head.

'you don't want me like I want you'

Trembling hands ball into fists, punching his chest as tears stream down your face. How dare he? How dare he assume that you didn't want him- that you didn't love him?

"you fucking idiot" you sob, fat tears rolling down your cheek.

There's a short pause as Mingyu derives meaning from your words, and his eyes widen.

"y-you mean to say that you lo-" he chokes back a shudder when your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt in wordless confirmation. A hand wraps around your fist, pulling you closer, and your eyes widen.

"what are you doing-"

"what I should've done a long time ago."

A swift tug has you stumbling forward, right into him, and your lips meet. Mingyu's free hand splays against your lower back, dragging you nearer- as close as physically possible- while he devours you like a prisoner on death row receiving his last meal.

It's a messy, desperate kiss, but the sparks it sends flying over your body has your knees growing weaker and weaker. His lips cradle yours, sucking, tugging, pushing, as he holds you like there's no tomorrow. Tears prick your eyes once more, but this time it's different.

Now you can feel his emotions, feel his love.

The longing, the yearning he's felt all this while, comes pouring out into the points where your bodies connect. His touch sends fire burning all over you, chasing away your despair and replacing it instead with red-hot desire.

Mingyu's tongue pushes into you, licking at the seam of your mouth, circling your tongue as he discovers you in a way he never has before. You can't help but whimper at his actions, and you find yourself getting lost in him. No sound- other than your heartbeat, thudding in your ears- is audible to you. Nothing. It's as though you're underwater, and your hearing is muffled- except this time, it's him you're drowning in.

Aching lungs remind you that air is a necessity, and you both pull away, a string of saliva connecting your crimson lips to his. The rapid rise and fall of your chest tells Mingyu to give you time, but his body doesn't listen.

The taste of you is addictive.

He pulls you in once again, ignoring the helpless gasp you let out in response. Trailing up your back, Mingyu tangles his hand into your hair, letting his palm cradle the nape of your neck. The plush surface of his lips feel sinful against yours- leaving you in desperate need of more. His tongue swipes at the seam of your mouth and you let him in, giving him access once again.

The hand holding your wrist crawls up to your palm, interlacing his fingers with yours, and squeezing tight, as if to reassure you, as if to say- 'I'm right here, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere'

"Mingyu," you breathe against his lips, "do you reall-"

You feel his lips quirk up into a smile, letting his canines show ever so slightly, and he moves down to your neck, right below your ear.

Sucking harsh, wet love bites into the sensitive skin, he whispers-

"I love you more than words could even begin to describe"

His breath ghosts over your ear, spreading goosebumps all around your body and you shudder at the sudden stimulation. Pulling back, you look him in the eye, lust and love brewing in your own.

"so show me"

It's as though you've awoken something within him- something he's been trying to tame, to control. There's a fire burning in his eyes, dancing with danger, with desire. Without warning, Mingyu pushes into you, closing the space between your bodies, and you let out a pitiful whimper.

"will you let me?" he takes in a sharp breath, feeling your body against his.

You stare up at him, wide-eyed, and nod. Mingyu taps at your thighs, and you jump right away, trusting him blindly to catch you.

"good girl-" he rasps as his hand travels down to squeeze the curve of your ass.

Mingyu sucks bruises into your skin- neck, chest, jaw- wherever he can, and you let him, not caring about who sees them. You tip your head down to do the same, but something stops you.

A bruise.

He tugs you back, searching your eyes.

"what's wrong?"

"she's kissed you here"

He sighs.

"we don't have to do this- I've j-"

"no! no I want to- I want this god I want this I just- can I do something first?"

He nods.

"anything you want, my love"

Mingyu places you back down and lets you push him onto the bed, laying him down on his back as you crawl on top of him. Stradling his waist, you begin to unbutton his shirt, letting the crisp white fabric fall slack against your fingers.

"you're mine now, you got that?"

"all yours baby, only yours" he breathes as you part his shirt.

Your eyes skim over the hickeys painted over his chest and your heart twists painfully in your chest. Unshed tears sting at your eyes, and immediately Mingyu sits up against the headboard, holding your face.

"I'm so sorry- I- fuck we shouldn't-"

"no."

"baby..."

"no- I want these-" you motion to the bruises on his chest, "I want these off of you"

Mingyu nods silently, leaning back against the headboard, and you continue your actions. Lowering your face to his throat, you find a red-ish splotch, and attach your lips to it, sucking into the tender skin so hard it breaks, leaving a purple bruise behind.

He winces as you move to the next one, sucking harder and harder each time, desperately trying to erase the past. Observing this, Mingyu's face softens. A gentle, guilty smile stretches past his lips and he brings a hand to pat the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair to pull you closer- flush against his bare chest.

A yelp escapes you as you lose your balance, falling forward into him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you still as he says-

"I'm yours," He squeezes around you, nuzzling into your neck, "I can't change the past, and I'm sorry for everything I've done- sorry for hurting you the way I did"

You can feel how rapidly his heart thuds against his chest, beating on the door of his ribcage as if it wants to be let out, as if it wants to jump out of his chest, into your hands.

"it hurts," you sniffle, "it really hurts"

His fingers rub soothing circles into your skin, trying to melt away your pain, feeling his own heart shatter into a million pieces. This is of his own doing, though. Only he is to blame.

"lemme make you feel good, hm? let me show you how much you really mean to me,"

You nod, letting him move you as he pleases, until you're under him, nestled comfortably between the pillows, with him hovering over you. The veins of his forearms tense deliciously as they hold his weight, and you feel your body grow hot.

Soft moans slip out of your mouth when he lowers his face into the crook of your neck, sucking red marks into you- gentle, yet firm. His lips suction your skin, teeth nipping at the chosen spot until your skin breaks, before letting his tongue soothe over the crimson bruise.

Like this, he carves a path down your neck to the collar of your shirt, stopping right at your cleavage.

"this okay, my love?" he stares up at you, one hand shifting to tickle the hem of your shirt

"mhm"

Gently, like you're made of glass, he undresses you, gasping when he realises that you're bare underneath.

Your skin catches him off-guard, and Mingyu finds himself transfixed. Like an anchorite discovering the face of God, he stares at you in wonder, in awe, finally feeling complete.

The intensity of his stare has you nervous, and you lift your arms to cover yourself.

"do-don't stare," you mumble, cheeks growing hot as his eyes burn holes into your skin.

"can't help myself- you're so beautiful,"

"Mingyu please," you whimper, feeling wetness pool between your legs, "I need you"

Feverish hands roam over you, and his head dips into the valley of your breasts, pressing soft, wet kisses to your skin. Mingyu closes in on your breast, letting his teeth nip gently at your hardened nipple, and you gasp, feeling your body light up at the motion.

He grins against you, repeating the action and you let out a trembling whimper.

"don't tease" you plead, threading your fingers through his hair, "need you so bad Gyu,"

"I could kiss you all my life and never get enough,"

Enough said. You tug him up, pushing your lips together once again in a messy kiss. Mingyu grinds into you, and you gasp at the prominent bulge poking out of his trousers. He uses this to his advantage, pushing his tongue into you, letting the wet muscle trace over the corners of your mouth as if to memorise every texture, every taste.

You chest flutters, and you whimper into his mouth, almost losing your composure when he begins to carve a path from your lips to your stomach, leaving gentle kisses down your collarbones, chest, tummy.

Stopping at the waistband of your shorts, Mingyu looks up at you, eyes practically begging that you allow him to undress you.

"please" you whisper, head tipping back into the pillows when his hands smooth down your sides, hooking under your shorts to pull them off. Keeping his eyes trained on yours, he tugs the fabric down, tantalisingly slow.

The sensuality, the intimacy of this act finally becomes known to you, when your eyes stay stitched together, as if connected by string.

Once you're left completely bare, at his mercy, he kneels.

At the foot of the bed, as if it is your alter, Mingyu kneels, letting your ankles rest on his broad shoulders. He presses tender kisses to your limbs; ankles, calves, thighs, making his way up to his very own pot of gold.

Liquid gold.

"baby you're dripping-" he groans, almost frustrated with how stunning you look, splayed out and wet, all for him.

His kisses inch closer and closer, moving from your thighs to the tender flesh right next to your sex.

You know what comes next.

"oh"

Your lips part, settling into an 'o' shape, when Mingyu licks a long, fat stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit to prod gentle circles with the tip of his tongue.

For a man who's hasn't as much as kissed you before, he sure knows how to work your body.

Perhaps you were just made for one another.

You feel the thick trickle of arousal seeping out of your hole, and Mingyu laps it up, letting his tongue dip into you slightly, curling up to cup every last drop.

"fuck you taste divine," he groans, voice low and gruff, "better than everything I've imagined-"

Your heart swells.

"you thought abou- f-fuck Mingyu right there"

He smirks against your cunt, humming a quick affirmation that sends a jolt up your spine.

"thought of you every night, wanted to hold you, feel you-"

You gasp, gulping thickly at his words, and your mind grows fuzzy, filled with cotton as you feel your body beginning to float away.

Mingyu brings his lips around your clit, suctioning the sensitive bud out of its hiding as his tongue laps at it. Your grip on his hair tightens, and your mouth hangs open- whimpers slipping out, beyond your control.

Without warning, Mingyu slips a finger into you, pushing his way in. Your back arches off the bed, and your hips snap up, but he holds you down, basking in the long drawn moan he manages to rip from your throat.

The stretch of your walls around his digit has you whimpering and writhing under him, and you can't help but wonder how big his cock is, how it would split you open for good if his fingers are already almost too much.

As if he read your thoughts, Mingyu winces at the way you suck him in.

"so fuckin' tight-" he gasps, jaw dropping in awe at how your tiny little cunt stretches to accomodate a single finger.

With the way Mingyu worked his tongue against you, and his finger into you, it's no wonder your orgasm begins to build. You feel your body tense, on the verge of release, limbs and stomach tightening as he works against you.

"please- don't sto- oh" you shudder when his tongue presses harder.

The great wave of pleasure rises, up and up, higher and higher, ready to come crashing down any moment now, when suddenly, he plunges a second finger into you, ripping your orgasm out of you with such force, your legs tremble as a string of moans and profanities leave your parted lips.

Mingyu scissors into you, fucking you through your orgasm, as your arousal drips down his fingers, down his wrist. Your legs shake uncontrollably as he pistons in and out of you, and you shudder.

"w-wait I'm still-"

"sensitive? mm I can tell" he smirks, lowering his face back to your cunt, tongue lapping at your juices eagerly.

He prods the muscle into you, bullying it's way beside his fingers to collect the remnants of your orgasm.

"fu-" you gasp, feeling your body convulse.

Cupping his tongue, Mingyu drags your wetness up your folds, spreading it over your clit before licking firm circles around the sensitive bud.

You moan, helplessly, and your body is ablaze, nerves standing on edge from the intensity of your previous orgasm.

As he continues his assault on your overstimulated sex, you feel another orgasm build at record speed.

Feeling you clench up around his fingers, Mingyu pushes harder, licking tighter circles into your clit, and you come undone within seconds- shocking both yourself and him.

"that's it, that's my good girl," he sighs, secretly in awe of how responsive you are to his touch.

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you whimper at the sudden loss.

"patience," he soothes, tongue trailing up his wrist to the tip of his finger, taking in your arousal.

Your breath hitches at his actions.

"you taste too fucking good to waste any of this"

Rising off the floor, he licks his lips, staring down at you with adoration painted plain as day on his handsome face.

His knee presses between your legs, and you feel the bed dip under his weight. Swift hands unbuckle his belt, undoing the clasp with one hand while the other works at his buttons.

Before you know it, Mingyu's pants are off, leaving him in plain black boxers and an opened shirt. He peels his top off, tossing it to the side, staring into your eyes.

"you can touch," he rasps, tugging you up to sit before his naked torso.

Your body listens before your brain can comprehend his words, and you let his hand pull your wrist up, placing your palm flush against his abs.

Your jaw drops.

He's rock solid. Years of hard work and dedication have defined the ridges of his muscles, and your mouth waters at the sight. You trace over each contour, each ridge, before turning your attention to his arms.

Those were another story altogether...

The thick, sturdy flesh of his biceps tense under your touch, rippling as your fingers pushing into them, testing how firm they really are.

answer: very.

Your nails rake down his arm, drawing over his veins, and he sucks in a sharp breath, feeling his cock grow painfully hard.

You notice, and tug his boxers off, gasping when you see his cock spring free.

It's huge. It's long and thick and veiny, flushed red at the tip with pent up energy. You bring your hand to stroke it as gently as possible, and he hisses, hips startling when you make contact with his dick

"baby," he pleads, using one hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head up to face him, "say it again"

You're confused for a moment before realisation hits.

He wanted you to say that you-

"I love you," you state, loud and clear.

His eyes darken, jaw tensing as he grits out, "again."

Mingyu pushes you down, laying you on your back, and you speak, voice meeker than before.

"I love you,"

He let's out a shaky breath.

"again"

"I love y-"your voice is a whisper now, cutting off into a stunned gasp when he pushes into you.

"oh my god," you tremble, your voice small and frail.

The girth of his cock is nothing like you've ever felt before- not with other men, not even with the toys you use. He eases himself into your tight cunt, going as slowly as his body let's him, and your eyes screw shut.

"uh uh, eyes on me,"

You look up at him, eyes wide as your brows scrunch up. Your jaw falls slack, and you can't stop your throat from opening up to release the filthiest sounds known to man.

"that's it, shh- takin' me so good," he shudders, eyes honed in on the way your face contorts in pleasure.

With each inch his pushes further, your thoughts disappear one by one, until all that's left is him.

"Mingyu" you choke out, nails clawing at his exposed back, "I love you"

Whatever seemed to have been holding him back snaps for good, and he bottoms out in one swift motion, earning a loud moan in response.

You feel your lungs burn as he pulls all the air out of you, feel how deep he is inside you.

Mingyu pulls out, leaving only the head of his cock inside you, before slamming back in, one hand on your hip, pulling your body closer, harder.

His head drops to the spot below your ear and he let's his teeth graze the delicate cartilage.

"I love you," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "I love you so much,"

Angling his hips, he pulls your thighs up over his back, and his cock burrows deeper inside you, hitting a spot no one ever has before.

"Mingy- oh my godd" you drawl, voice shaking as he thrusts into you with force enough to power a tiny village.

The sheer girth of his cock has your walls pressing into him, squeezing so tight you can feel each ridge and furrow of his veins.

"so fuckin' perfect- m-made just for me-" His voice is a whisper. He pants into your ear, groaning everytime you squeeze around him.

The solid, steady snap of his hips into you has your head spinning. His size has you losing your mind, and soon enough, you're thoughts are limited to him.

"Mingyu Mingyu Mingyu-" you sob, tears streaming down your face at how he abuses your cunt, how he makes you feel so fucking good.

"I know, pretty, I know," he soothes, pressing a kiss to the spot under your ear, before pulling himself up to look at you again.

The sight before him has his eyes widening. It's as if his world stops. Hair fluttering around your face, skin glistening with a thin film of sweat, lips red and parted as you moan his name through thick sobs and teary, glistening eyes- fuck, how could a person be this beautiful?

"I love you," he shudders, looking you in the eye as his hand trails down to fiddle with your clit, rubbing lazy circles into the flesh.

Your head falls back, tipping into the pillows, and you choke out a strangled- "I love y- m'all yours Mingyu"

Gaining newfound access to your throat, Mingyu kisses greedily at the exposed skin, groaning as your cunt clenches down around him.

Your sounds- nothing short of pure sin- echo around the room, bouncing off the walls. The air is heavy, steaming up with the heat emanating off of your bodies. After all this time, the wait is over. He's finally yours.

As your moans turn shrill, increasing in volume and pitch, Mingyu's own voice grows breathier, and you know you're both close.

On the verge of falling deep into the cool black embrace of pleasure, you clutch desperately at each other, rutting into one another as if there was no tomorrow.

His thrusts grow sloppy as your cunt clamps down on him, and you feel your orgasms rip out of you like a whirlwind. You claw at his back as your body shakes under him, releasing your third orgasm, and he groans deeply into, riding through his own high.

Hot spurts of cum dribble out of you, forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock- still thrusting into you.

"f-fuck Ming- please," you blubber, tears staining your cheeks, "s'too much-"

His hips halt their reckless movement, and he pulls out of you, watching as your combined orgasms trickle out of your hole.

"too much?" he asks, bringing a hand up to stroke you cheek so lovingly your heart melts.

"mhm," You nuzzle into his palm, "but it was perfect."

For a moment he stares into your eyes, guilt panging in his chest at how you look at him with so much love, despite all that he's done.

"we'll talk over breakfast tomorrow, hm? let's just- let's just stay like this for now"

You nod, letting your eyes flutter closed, and he shuffles beside you, pulling your limp frame into his chest.

The haphazard thudding of his heart tells you how nervous he is, how he's afraid to lose you, and you smile.

"hey," he mumbles, sleep taking over.

You hum and it reverberate in his chest.

"I love you"

"I love you too, Gyu"

"I'll spend the rest of my life making up for how we started," he places a soft kiss to your forehead and you mumble something incomprehensible, already drifting off to sleep.

A fond smile takes over his lips, and he sighs.

You're the best thing to have happened to him.

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giamee · 8 days

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𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖!

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even though you don't talk, they'll still find a way to listen

› 〉 📂 .ೃ | mute reader, jus some fluff really, bit on the short side

requested by @/anon

╰─➤ 💌 ₍₁₎ ok i should nawtttt have used this colour scheme im squinting like a rat at my screen tryna see what i'm saying. the title is 'cigarettes out the window' (shoutout tv girl) if u couldnt read it which i do not hold against u

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 GEPARD.

it's simply in his nature to look out for others, to ensure that everyone is alright. and when he meets you, he's thrown for a loop a little. because you are fine.

the first time he sees you is in serval's workshop- you're just leaving, and something compels him to make sure that he speaks to you, even if it's for a few fleeting moments before you leave and he most likely never sees you again.

it's a simple question of how your day is, but you simply offer him a small smile before ducking past him, scurrying out of the door that he held open.

he's puzzled at first- maybe it's something to do with him? did you not want to talk to him? but then his sister explains that you're mute, and now he feels like a fool.

and thus begins his attempts to talk to you.

he writes you little notes to begin with. luckily for him, you're a regular at serval's shop, always seemingly having some device or another broken and in need of repairing. serval rolls her eyes at the pair of you- at gepard for being an idiot (you can still hear, you don't need notes), and at you for your attempts to run into her brother as often as possible (those machines weren't really broken).

despite this, it was somewhat amusing to watch the pair of you attempt to flirt with each other. and somewhat cute when your attempts worked.

you kept each and every one of gepard's notes to you, as redundant as they were. his handwriting was a little scruffy, and if you looked at them hard enough you could spot the little tremors where he tried to make the lettering neat.

a special treat was when he decided to add little doodles to them. it was anyone's guess as to what they were supposed to be- you were pretty sure that one of them was supposed to be you- and your heart warmed amidst the chicken scratch and stick figures.

you decide to write your own note back to him. in the top right corner is a little sketch of him, on a similar level to his own creations, that you hope he'll appreciate alongside the note.

you give it to him along with your best smile, mentally capturing the look of joy on gepard's fave at your little gift to him. you were gone by then, shyness overtaking your urge to stay, so you could only imagined his face when he realised that what you had written to him was a formal request to take him out on a date.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DAN HENG.

for dan heng to open up to someone new, several criteria have to be met.

for starters, he had to be at least a little bit comfortable around you. receptive, but not too probing or overbearing. rational, but not judgmental. open, but not too much.

in many ways, he was like a cat. you had to let him come to you.

and luckily for you, you seemed to fulfil those criteria.

as one of the newest additions to the astral express, you were in some sort of in-between phase of being one of them and a stranger. you communicated in your own ways, but you found yourself withdrawing to your room. it was overwhelming, this new environment.

it was only natural that you felt more drawn to dan heng more than anyone else. he had similar qualities to you- more introverted, tended to keep to himself. and, as you later found out, you both had a tendency to burn the midnight oil.

it became almost routine to run into him when you're both up late, wandering the astral express for some peace of mind. brief encounters with little nods sent your direction gradually evolved into longer moments spent basking in each other's presence, mostly in silence. but not always.

you both had your reasons to be up late- on the nights where dan heng looked more frazzled, a certain look in his eye, is when you began to piece him together.

he'd lend you some information of his own volition occasionally, telling you about the nightmare he had, recurring or not. there was just this certain quality to you, a look in your eye that made him feel like you truly did listen to him.

and he wouldn't trade your late-night rendevous for the world.

𝜗𝜚 honkai star rail masterlist

#୨୧ gia.txt :: gepard #୨୧ gia.txt :: dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail x reader #hsr gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader #gepard fluff #gepard landau fluff #hsr gepard fluff #hsr dan heng x reader #dan heng fluff #dan heng x reader #dan heng x reader fluff

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animentality · 4 months

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Gortash is such a smiley lovestruck idiot at his own coronation when Durge shows up and I have to wonder. Is it because he’s just so happy to see them again after not realising what he had until it was gone that all bets are off and, pretence be damned, he’s not wasting a minute of this second chance pretending Durge doesn’t make him the happiest evil bastard alive? Or did he ever let himself be a smiley lovestruck idiot around Durge before losing them too? Like do you think there was ever a moment before Durge went missing where Gortash was holding their face close to his and trying to kiss them but he couldn’t because he just could not stop smiling like dumbass over how genuinely in love happy this freak of nature Bhaalspawn has him. Did Durge ever have to try and process this — to look back at this guy giving them the dopiest grin and have to try and understand that it’s for them? Because of them? They, the Dark Urge, scion of Bhaal, prince of murder, are the one making Enver Gortash smile like a fool? Making someone not miserable, but happy? Or, oh god, did Gortash ever reduce Durge to a smiley lovestruck idiot themself?? Both of them, having to pause in the middle of making out to just cling to each other and laugh (or god forbid, giggle) because they BOTH can’t stop smiling? These two crazy evil fucks both genuinely giving each other nerves and butterflies and joy? Like we know they made each other insane but how much of it showed on their faces? Just how embarrassing was this relationship?????

ANON, your message had me giggling and kicking up my feet.

I think Gortash is naturally affable and warm, but to the Dark Urge specifically, he is being HONESTLY affectionate. We know he swept Jannath off her feet and was disgusting with Franc Peartree, but he would've been absolutely vile with the Dark Urge.

I would like to imagine these two laughably evil bitches being gross and soft with one another, but I don't know. They were definitely rough fucking in the alley, but were they ever sweet?

Did they ever use pet names or giggle or be silly?

I sort of lean towards no...but I can imagine them quietly, in a dignified, solemn manner, hugging each other close.

Not daring to speak aloud that which is forbidden, but they know it, they keep it between themselves anyway.

Hmmmm...

But.

But you know...

The way he greets you isn't an act. He seems to not know if you do have your memories, so I think he just acts like that towards you normally. Which means maybe he and the Dark Urge WERE very touchy feely and nasty in public.

But there is a lot of potential in the idea that maybe he did know you probably had lost your memories.

And he was relieved, because he's getting his love back, but even better, they can start over.

He can be warmer with them than he ever was before. He can present this as the norm.

He's so happy to see you because it's been too long, because he didn't know what he had until he lost you, and he needs you to know how much you mattered to him, but he's also just, so exhilarated, by the idea of a fresh start.

Hence, calling you a sight for sore eyes.

Calling you his favorite assassin.

Calling you brilliant and a genius.

Saying you'll be good for each other.

Being like an inch off from seizing you into a hug or fucking you.

It's just- ARGH.

Your entire ask rattled in my brain and I had to stare at it for a bit. Sorry for the delay.

#dark urge #durgetash

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Neteyam and Spider secret relationship idea that I literally cannot stop thinking about

Idea that 5he night before neteyams gaming of his ikran ceremony, he and Spider have sex in hells gate(this is important to the plot) - the idea that once neteyam is properly a Man then he will have to start courting, and they would rather have one night together than none at all. As they know they cannot be together.

Flash forward to the next day moat looks at him weirdly and is like?!!!!!?? You're mated??!! Neteyam is flatly like: no I'm not. They eventually weedle out of him that he had sex but because they didn't perform tshelu, he thought that it wouldn't mate them. Neytiri is besides herself because why would you have sex without the intention of mating but jake tentatively is like maybe this is a human sort of sex drive?

But the idea that neteyam and Spider keep this secret for maybe years or months. The idea that eywa saw their love for each other and blessed the union even though there was no tshelu. Neteyam just keeps the official stance of the girl I slept with doesn't want to be my wife and lead the clan in the future, I will partner with the best tshik there is no need for us to be mates. Everyone kind of begrudgingly has to accept this over time, as it becomes increasingly obvious that he will be a fantastic chief.

Flash forward, they still don't know who neteyam accidently mated to, as he doesn't spend any one on one time with young women. I just love the idea of neteyam, once he has tamed his ikran, volunteers to take spider back to bells gate every evening (he says it's because the flight back clears his head, but it's obviously the only time they can speak plainly and be themselves around each other.) jake going to ask neteyam something, and seeing from a distance the familiarity which the two have for eacb other and how wide their smilea are and everything just falls into place. Because obviously! No tshelu, he's never seen with any women, the other mate didn't want to reveal their identity. Idea that Jake has to realise that neteyam could never confide in him, because jake would tell neytiri, who would tell moat, and all of these people act NG weirdly would defo make things obviously to kiri and Lo'ak and the rest of the clan.

I like the idea of Jake following spider and neteyam (from a distance) and walking into Spider's bedroom, not really knowing what he aS going to expect. But when neteyam stands slightly in front of spider, shielding him with his body, jake realises this is fucking serious.

I LURVE secret relationships and relationship reveals, I feel like neteyam and Spider's could be an epic one.

Ooh, what an ask, anon, what an ask. Before his iknimaya?!?!? They're so YOUNG, they're BABIES. 14 and 15! Maybe before Neteyam's uniltaron, give them like generously a baby extra year. Maybe. For my sanity.

But the storyline? I'm invested. The tragedy of hiding a relationship so deep as mates when they must see each other every day regardless. I imagine it's like a phantom limb pain. The scientists HAVE to know, if Neteyam is going into Spider's room every night even just to say goodbye. Our loyal Norm warrior, secret keeping king. You also can't convince me Kiri and Lo'ak aren't on at least Spider's ass every single day trying to find out what's wrong with him, why he's being weird, what he's hiding. Neteyam is weird too but it's easier to write off on him being gone, busy being a man now.

Also, how did they get to this super sad decision to just have one night and then just never being together again? That's almost more fucked up then never having been together at all. They just have to watch each other and KNOW for the rest of their lives?

Also two bizarrely funny things you've included here with Mo'at just looking once at Neteyam and being like "Oh, you've had sex, with whom??" and absolute fool Jake Sully BUSTING into the room of the kid he suspects is mated to his son without knocking??? Hilarious. Unintentional comedy. Anyways I'm begging you to write this anon give us this gift I'm crying tears.

#i was GRINNING at this idea in my workshop #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nider #nocorro #have we decided on the name #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #jake sully #mo'at #neytiri sully #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)#the people need this fic we are begging for it #nocorro oops we're mated

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skylarbee · 4 months

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Hi, so I'm lowkey new here, just been a few months and I really don't understand what people mean when they say something happened on the eycte tour. I see your explanations all the time so it'd be awesome if you were able to explain some of these things and other things needed for context. And I swear, I'm too deep in to turn around now so might as well dive into it properly lol.

hi there and welcome! :)

hmm, what happened on the eycte tour... we don't know really and i haven't seen too many people discussing it. as we know things changed a little between them a year or two after it, so i'm guessing (this is just what i think!) that they fooled around too much and had to deal with the consequences, which were less pleasant than they thought they'd be? as someone who had (homo)erotic relationships with two of their best friends (not at the same time 🤣), i'm telling y'all NOTHING good can come out of it and no matter how much you try to fool yourself and each other that it won't change anything - it will. it will change everything. even if we only look at the shit they got up to on stage, the closeness, the kisses, the not-so-friendly embraces and other fruity shenanigans, that must have had some effect on them and their friendship, especially because they did it routinely and got too used to it, and before they knew it, it was all over and they went on to do their own things, breaking the routine (or the bad habits, ey?) and being apart from each other. i don't know, and i can only hope that i am totally wrong, but then we have a song like 'killing the joke' from miles... "interstellar, dressed in leather, drinking bitter boy, you know the plan, but you never knew the ploy" / "since you've been gone, left the TV on, let the milk go sour, let the bills pile up" / "'cause you're my top, you're my top, you're my top one-hundred shows, why do I always have to go killing the joke?" - which is a sad break up song and which i've seen people theorise that it could be about what their closeness during the eycte tour did to them, and perhaps how one of them (miles, most likely) 'ruined' what they had by wanting something more from the other, only to be rejected/things not working out the way they thought they would (i'm not sure if i agree that this is what happened; i would think it was more a mutual realisation and agreement to stop messing about but who knows!). the 'top one hundred shows' line can only make me think of them and miles' tweet that said that the eycte tour was the best tour of their lives and we saw how incredibly happy they were. and 'killing the joke', well, as i've said, these 'harmless' games are only so harmless until one of them realises something which causes everything to change for the worst. actually, i feel like 'the element of surprise' could be tied to 'killing the joke' as it kinda discusses the same theme ("and once it’s started it’s so tricky to stop"!!!) and if you want a sloppy 'analysis' of it, here it is

#sorry i couldn't give an answer which isn't just our theories 😂#whatever happened i think that it must've had to do with them taking things too far/not realising what they were doing and #what consequences it would have #and just how alex sings it: once you start you won't stop until something bad happens and you are forced to. even if you know it's doing yo #harm #milex #tlsp #eycte tour #the last shadow puppets #anon #killing the joke

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wri0thesley · 9 months

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nat…….. your brain…………………… i am losing my mind

i know we know shit and also fuck about him, but. wriothesley arranged marriage where he's never been particularly interested in politics, but for one reason or another it's advantageous and gets people off his back (or something) so-- fine. sure. it's not like he has to do anything more than share quarters with you, he can endure.

meanwhile, you'd assumed you'd never marry; you're not shaped like they are in fashion prints, maybe you're a bit on the older side-- it just never really seemed like an option, and then suddenly it's happening all at once, and you're traded like a chesspiece for someone else's advantage.

the awkwardness on both sides. the adjustment to living in (or near, I presume???????) an (underwater???) fortress-prison. the slow realization that oh. perhaps. he is not quite so severe as he seems. perhaps your privileged life has been more of a cage than a nest. navigating around the clear boundaries set when you didn't know each other and this was a marriage in name alone-- but now maybe you DO want to start to know each other, and there are all these walls to tear down.

the terminus of this thought that's driving me into a frenzy is the idea of wriothesley choosing to court them, to do all the things a potential suitor should have done-- for the person he's been married to for like a year-- because he realizes he DOES care for them, he DOES maybe even love them. it may be all backwards from how things should have happened-- but it's never too late, and even if he's making a bit of a fool of himself, they're worth it.

tumblr user glazemedaka comes in with an arrow to the heart. OH. arranged marriage that he truly expected to just be convenient; people will stop pawing at him, leave him to his work, and he was promised you were utterly obedient and would not infringe upon him. perhaps you even have some skillset useful down there, in the underwater fortress of a prison. the two of you don't even share a bed, and gossip travels fast in a place like this, so of course everybody knows that the two of you have probably not even consumnated this sham of an arranged marriage--

only for him to begin to notice you. you may not love your husband (yet), you may too understand this is merely to keep the hounds at bay (a duke, you see - monsieur wriothesley, his grace, an esteemed husband for any society member wishing to get a leg up in things) - but you see no reason to hate him, so you care for him in spousal duties as you can. learn his preferences, his favourite meals, his favourite scents and how he likes things to be around the living quarters. his favourite books, things he may like to discuss - and he realises with a start, when you are not there on evening, how much he has come to depend on your companionship. how much he misses you when you're gone. how much he likes you--

how much he wants you.

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting

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phil-lesterfan · 5 months

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What are your thoughts on Squidbob tell me now

HI!!! i know you said now and it's been a few hours but we'll put it up to time zones. anyway, i was thinking about this ask and ultimately it's that quote from dan in that interview, right? "best friends, arch enemies, husbands, business partners, partners in crime, soul mates, just mates, who the fuck knows?"

obviously it's antagonistic, but on spongebob's part, it's unintentional (my knowledge is rusty, and i'm not fully caught up on spongebob, though i've seen a few squidbob moments from more recent eps) and when he does hurt squidward, he genuinely feels bad about it – when he picks up on it, at least. but, like, when squidward says spongebob has hurt his feelings or when it's really obvious, spongebob takes accountability and tries to right his wrong(s). even if that means making the situation worse, lol

AT THE SAME TIME, yes, squidward can really hurt spongebob and even enjoys seeing him hurt, but he understands when things have gone too far, and it seems to me like he doesn't just want to be in spongebob's good books for the sake of his reputation. take "fools in april" for example: squidward really hurts spongebob with his "prank" and it's a very public prank where people make clear their disapproval of his actions. of course, no one wants to be seen as the huge asshole, and squidward even says "it hurts, doesn't it?" to plankton when plankton becomes the most hated thing in bikini bottom. BUT when squidward apologises to spongebob, while he struggles, it's clear he wants to (he just physically can't) and he doesn't know everyone else is at spongebob's house. he genuinely just wants spongebob to like him again. (plus, he finds it humiliating when it's revealed other people are there – clearly, it's not about reputation)

the other obvious one is "dying for pie" where he puts spongebob's life in danger and realises he doesn't want to be responsible for spongebob's death nor does he really want spongebob to die at all.

it's also insanely cute to me that he's, like, as far as i know, the only one who calls spongebob "sponge" – i don't think i've heard any other character refer to spongebob like that . . . except maybe patrick? but i might be confusing it with a – you guessed it – squidbob scene.

also the way squidward's voice goes all soft when he calls "spongebob sponge" :') and how he's protective of spongebob too. like in "pizza delivery", when the customer is rude to spongebob and spongebob sobs, we can infer squidward KNOCKED THE GUY OUT!!!!! and he went back over to spongebob and reassured him that the customer was happy with the order and everything was ok :)

squidward also gets flustered when spongebob compliments him and spongebob likes it when squidward is having fun. i think deep down, they both genuinely care for each other, and they both want the other to be happy, they just have different ideas of happiness and aren't sure how to get them to align. there's really great potential there, and i personally love relationships like theirs where it's just so fucked and they're more prone for divorce but they keep remarrying anyway

sorry for this mostly focussing on squidward . . . spongebob is a bit more complicated to me bc he's a mix of childish and mature and you're never entirely sure when which facet will be more prominent. ultimately though i think they have the potential to balance each other out but still have a good time together (as in, they won't settle right into "BORED old married couple"). when i have more thoughts on spongebob's side of the relationship, i will let you know o7

i know this spawned from the "to be loved is to be changed" post tags, but for squidbob's part i feel i was mostly joking or i probably made a tblitbc comment while watching spongebob with my irl and i've forgotten why, LOL – let me think on it some more and let me watch more of the show, and i'll get back to you on that. :)

#oc #answered #anon #squidbob #sorry this is so long and probably an inaccurate assessment of their characters. i've thought on these things but i still always feel like #i'm just making stuff up as i go. i don't really know when i'll ever feel qualified to speak on anything other than yaoi – and i've been #into yaoi since i was a little girl (ever since i was a little girl i always knew i wanted to be a fujoshi) so. you know how it is #regardless i hope you enjoyed my response and i'm always down to talk about squidbob (and spongebob in general) with people ^_^#thanks for the ask luv!! <3 #long post

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illegal-heartbreaker · 1 year

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could i request something with marilyn thornhill x f!reader mabye where it’s readers birthday and it’s just cute fluff

"happiest birthday my child.." {m. thornhill}

summary: req above !

relationship: marilyn thornhill x student!reader

extra/warning: slight mentions of angst in the beginning & not much fluff but comfort i guess??

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The hours had slowly passed and the glimmer of hope that you once held was slowly slipping away. The day was long gone and now you sat in your room after dinner distracting yourself by doing anything other than thinking about the day. But all you could do was stare at the clock and watch the minutes tick by, every so often checking you notifications in hope that somebody would of sent you a happy birthday text.

Standing up from your chair and walking over to your cupboard pulling out a small brown parcel you had recently brought from Jericho yesterday morning, you sit down cross legged on your bed with a lighter and a few candles.

Unwrapping the box and bringing the small cake out of it, lighting the candles up so the fire shone in the darkened room. Looking down at the cake for a few moments before your eyes snapped up to the door at the sudden noise of knocking.

Standing up cautiously, it was too late for it to be any of your friends you concluded checking the clock to see; 9:30pm. Unlocking the door slowly, your thoughts were correct it wasn't a friend but your dorm mother, Ms Thornhill. Stepping back to let her in, turning the lights as you do so.

"Is everything alright?" You ask after an awkward moment of silence.

"Yes- Well no- I couldn't help but notice that you were down today. Is everything alright?" She asked, you could almost feel the concern lacing her voice. It almost made you melt right in front of her.

"i'm fine, thanks for your concern." You knew she didn't buy it but was grateful when she decided not to pressure you into saying things.

"well, if you are sure," she starts looking around the room and stopping on your bed. Moving your eyes to what she was looking at, you realise. The cake. "Whose birthday?"

Swallowing a lump in your throat, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your teacher. "Mine." You whisper, looking anywhere except at her. You didn't want to cry, no, but the threat of tears hung over you.

Marilyn didn't even have to ask, the moment you spoke she realised that your friends had forgotten. "Oh darling.." She whispered, pulling you into a hug, that you gladly accepted. "how about we celebrate in my room?" she offers, wanting you to at least enjoy the last few hours of your birthday.

You pause, locking eye contact with the women in disbelief. "I mean, sure, yeah, only if you're comfortable." you stutter. A small smile crosses your teachers face, "then how about you go get the cake, and we'll go?"

It wasn't a long walk from yours to hers, the comfortable silence was welcomed. Though you could feel her eyes on you every so often, the quiet noises of a door unlocking lets you know that you had arrived.

"Take a seat," she gestured to the large bed in the middle of the room, "would you like a drink?" Nodding silently, you watch as she walks off further into the room before making your way to the bed and slowly allowing yourself to sink into it.

The room was full of plants both real and fake, it fit her. The dip in the bed next to you signalled that she back. "Why don't we watch a movie? Your choice of course." The glass of freshly squeezed lemonade being slipped into your hands.

"Why not?" You offered a smile, moving next to her further up the bed. Opting for the movie after your favourite character; Black Widow.

At some point throughout the movie, Marilyns arm had slipped around your body bringing you into a comforting embrace that somehow made your body relax and bring you to the line of awake and asleep. Maybe it was the day you had or the way that her chest went up and down with each breath but sleep won, and didn't allow for you to hear the last few words she whispered.

"Happy birthday, my darling child. I'm glad i'm finally able to be here for one of your birthdays."

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #nevermore #wednesday #christina ricci

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sakurangelic · 1 year

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Love Fool (1/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: swearing, slight dirty jokes word count: 1.7k words a/n: my first mini-series!! because i'm absolutely obsessed with enemies to lovers au 1 | 2 | 3

It was your first day of university, and you were already late. Why so?

Well, long story short, you were born here in South Korea but raised in America. You never found out why your mom moved from Korea when she had everything she wanted. But how could you complain when she was the reason you got here? You talked so much about how you wished you could study one day in Korea, and here you are now.

Maybe if the time zone differences hadn't created such a big gap and if you had arrived earlier in Korea, you would have gotten used to the time. One week wasn't enough, especially when you think of you settling down at your aunt's house till you got your school dorm. And even when you got your dorm, it wasn't that easy either. You had to pack your stuff again and carry it all to school. To your luck, your aunt lived not far from where you would study, so you could visit her from time to time.

But that wasn't important when you were running late on your first day, right? There was no denying MAXIDENT University was really popular, but it was still hard to get in. Despite that, you felt surprised to realise you almost got lost in the crowd. You just expected fewer people. To make yourself feel better, you reminded yourself that you weren't the only new student here, and other students probably felt the same as you do right now. They surely were able to get used to such a school and even make their name big...

"Watch where you're going next time!" you said in annoyance as you tried to fix your uniform after you bumped into a random student.

"Lee Y/N? Oh, you think you can tell me what to do? That's funny!". The student who just bumped into you scoffed and mocked you in a sarcastic tone.

Crossing your arms, you just looked up at the male you bumped into, frowning when making eye contact. "How do you even know my name? I've never met you before...", you paused for a moment as you realised you had no idea what his name was, but you quickly noticed the name tag and read it out loud, "Lee Minho".

"They should have put 'Lee Blind' on your name tag. Because you're clearly blind to not notice your own name tag." Minho eyed you from up and down, mumbling, "I'm surprised you saw mines in the first place." A cocky smirk formed on his lips as he went on, "But maybe I'm so popular that everyone knows me in this school!"

You cleared your throat. "Well, I don't know you, Lee Minho. I'm starting at this school today, and I'd rather not get to know you because of your horrible ass attitude".

A disgusted expression was visible on the male's face, raising an eyebrow. "Are you a freshman? A freshman like you wouldn't know someone like me, obviously. Unless you really have no friends or no social life! Have you ever thought about that?"

This man really seemed full of himself, and it pissed you off too much for the first day. "Well, for your information, I am a sophomore, and I don't need your nasty ass attitude to ruin my first day of sophomore year", you said, rolling your eyes.

"Oh really? I haven't seen you around. Perhaps you're that much of a loner."

You were losing brain cells each moment you spoke to him. Of course he hasn't; you literally just moved here a week before school started! Has he gone nuts? "I prefer to stay by myself because they don't give me attitude issues like yourself."

At this point, Minho started tapping his foot. He was obviously annoyed by the words. "Look, if you don't want to end up at the point where you hate your own life and wish you never existed, you can mind your own business and not fuck around with me! Dumbass".

The last thing you needed, besides threats, was for him to blame you for the fact that he was on his phone and wasn't watching where he was going. "Maybe if you were just watching where you were going, this wouldn't have happened. Now, because of you, I'm a whole lot later to my class than I intended to be".

He shrugged. "Doesn't seem like my problem! Maybe mind your own business and you wouldn't do these things to yourself, then blame others for your dumb shit."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You got in my way, so don't try to blame me for your shit, because I didn't do anything wrong", you faked a sweet smile in the hopes Minho would finally get out of your way.

Tongue in cheek, he mumbled under his breath, "Stop acting so innocent, dumbass."

"It was sarcastic, but if you say so. I have to go before I'm even more late." You pushed Minho out of your way, annoyed at how your first day was already ruined by an annoying guy.

He just stood there and watched you leave, still mumbling under his breath and frowning. He could have continued the fight if he hadn't felt slightly bad. There was no way it would have been that, though, right? After all, it was the first year of being a sophomore for him too, and he didn't want to waste his energy on someone with such an attitude. That was a thought that was wandering around your mind and was the reason why you couldn't focus on class. You took a deep breath and started playing with your pen in the hopes it'd somehow get you back to reality. At least Minho isn't in this class, right? That's the same moment you hear the door opening and see no one else but Lee Minho walking into the class. How could he be so reckless? The teacher was scolding him, yet he just passed by without even making eye contact and made his way to his seat. You didn't bother to pay him any attention anymore... until he sat down next to you. It seemed like he didn't notice you either, until he also looked at the person on his right. "Since when do you sit here?" You ignored his words, not wanting to deal with the same scenario all over again Minho gave you a look of disbelief and quickly raised his hand. "Teacher! They don't sit here!" You were shocked and defended yourself. "You don't either sit here! Go back to your seat!" Minho turned at you with a frown and said, "I do sit here! But you don't!" "Says who? I don't see your name on this seat" "Neither do I see yours" "Whatever", you whispered in annoyance, as you got your things and moved to the very back. The male side-eyed you as he started to play with his pen. This class was boring as ever for him, while you were just doing your work silently. As you were trying to focus, a piece of paper suddenly hit you in the face. You quickly opened it and looked at it with confusion. ":P" And that's when you and Minho started writing back and forth to each other. "Why the fuck are you sending me a blep face?" "You don't even know who I am" "You're Lee Minho. I'm not a dumbass like you said >:(" "I never mentioned my name, so you have no idea who is writing this" "I can clearly see you're the one who's writing this" You watched as Minho read your last message. He slowly looked over his shoulder at you and stuck his tongue out, throwing the piece of paper back at you. "Put the tongue away, unless you're willing to use it for something else" A slight smirk grew on his lips as he handed you what he had written: "I am going to use it for something". You looked at him disgusted, writing him back, "Like what?"

"Guess" "Something dirty?" "Maybe" "Of course, boys like you are always looking to do dirty stuff" "Bold of you to assume I have ever done 'it' in my life" "You seem like someone who does 'it' with all the girls in this school" "Bold of you to assume I'm not single" "Your aura screamed single" "So did yours" "Well, I AM single" "I knew it from the start. That's why your prince charming didn't appear out of fucking nowhere" "Not everything is a fucking fairytale, for your information" "I know." "Then why did you ask why my prince charming didn't come and save me? I don't need saving." "Okay, so I can't even make jokes around you. Got it, humourless person".

You rolled your eyes, tongue in cheek, as you mumbled, "Wow, that Minho is so rude…". You quickly scrawled on the paper, "Whatever", before throwing it to the male.

"You did this to yourself. I tried joking around with you, and you took everything seriously. At least now I know you can't take jokes" "You weren't supposed to hear me". "Well, maybe because you were so loud that even someone from outside heard you".

You crumpled up the paper and glanced over at Minho. "Why are you so mean to me?"

He once again looked over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow and said, "I'm literally acting the nicest way I could with a stranger like you. This isn't even half of how mean I could be"

"Sure, whatever you say"

As the male was about to open his mouth, the teacher called out both of you. You and he slowly turn to the teacher, only to notice now that you guys were just a bit too loud and that you interrupted class.

"What?", Minho piped up.

"Detention", the teacher said with a firm voice.

"Wha—"

The teacher didn't hesitate to cut off the male and repeat the same thing with the same firm voice, "Detention. Both of you, Lee Minho and Lee Y/N"

"I did nothing! It was him who all started it", you said, offended that you would get punished because of the other one

"Detention, or I'll suspend both of you and double the homework".

Your teeth grinded, mumbling "Great start for the first day".

He got up and side-eyed you, mumbling back, "C'mon, I'm not going all by myself. You need to go too".

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slightlytoastedbagel · 4 months

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Ok I've already gone into in game AkiAn but I'm the AkiKoha guy in a server so I'm going into in game AkiKoha

In the main story, Akito isn't happy An chose Kohane to be her singing partner. She's a rookie, has no clue at all about singing or RAD Weekend (Toya at least had a musical background). Plus, An is Ken's daughter. You know, the guy he idolizes? Also Akito and An hold some respect for each other as they share the same dream. For her to spend so long waiting for the right partner and to then choose someone with no tie to music at all, Akito most definitely felt conflicted about it.

However, there's the fact Kohane at the beginning of the main story is in a fairly similar position to Akito when he first ended up on Vivid Street.

Kohane at the beginning didn't have a dream or ambition, she wasn't like Minori who tried again and again in idol auditions, she wasn't like An who she saw singing on the side of the street with so much passion.

Compare that to the younger Akito we see in Summer Festival, he just quit soccer because he thought he wouldn't be able to bring the same level of devotion to it. When Ena takes him to see the concert he decides to try again with music. When he watches RAD Weekend he turns to street music in particular. The two shared a similar sense of not being able to fully commit themselves to a specific thing.

Not to mention that a lot of Vivid Bad Squad's story links back to resolve. That's what Akito was testing in the main story, even if he doesn't go about it the best way, and it's what Kohane realised as well. She doesn't even hold it against him at the end, when Akito and Toya have their conflict she goes out of her way to speak to both of them. (And forgive me because it's been a while, but if I remember correctly An says Kohane doesn't need to do so herself.)

Kohane is thankful to Akito for helping her come to terms with committing to street music. When the main story ends and Vivid Bad Squad is formed, Akito is able to recognise that she does have the resolve. We don't get as much for them in the event stories but I do want to point out Kick It Up A Notch, where Akito backs Kohane up on letting her open for them at Crawl Green. That's significant because Find A Way Out establishes how important the Crawl Green event is to Akito, it's his chance of redemption at the place he once made a fool of himself at. He trusts Kohane enough to open for such a significant event for him.

AkiKoha is about acknowledgement and trust. They literally have a kizuna rank titled "Acknowledging Your Resolve". Akito acknowledged Kohane could commit to surpassing RAD Weekend, Kohane trusted his judgement to change so she could. Kohane acknowledged how important Crawl Green would be to him, Akito trusted her to open for them.

I wish that was acknowledged (haha) more. Both in a platonic and romantic sense.

#bagel's rambles #akikoha #funny enough this was also inspired by someone not happy with how they're interpreted in fanon #and said person is right btw. they're not just typical shoujo couple #they share the lack of a musical background an and toya have. they both had to learn to commit fully to music #it's just akito already went through that slump and his arc is about learning he doesn't have to play catch up anymore #and kohane's is learning how to commit to that dream and stand on her own two feet #(and if that person is reading hi thank you for inspiring me to make this)#someone set me off on antoya and toyakoha then i'll have the whole set of the overlooked dynamics of vbs #(tbf sometimes anhane and akitoya are overlooked as well but. you know what i mean)#eh idk if i want to main tag this #this has been done in one go so it's definitely not perfect. once march 2nd fic is done i'll get into writing this out fully

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mister-eames · 8 months

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Arthur/Eames headcanon q! Who realized they were in love with the other first? How long did it take them and What was their reaction to this revelation? Was it “oh shit! Deny, ignore, repress”, was it quiet resignation, was it “I’ll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die”? Do you think they ever thought they had a chance with the other? 🤔

Good questions nonnie!!!

Who realized they were in love first would probably be... Arthur. I really think Arthur, as a character, is acutely aware of his own feelings. Maybe he didn't articulate it in his own head as 'love' at first, but he knew it in a visceral way, in how it felt in his body, this combination of annoyance and fondness and attraction and a handful of something elses that makes his heart beat funny.

The realisation comes one night after a very long day at the end of an even longer job:

Arthur is decompressing, hiding out in the alley behind their workspace, sitting on overturned crate, smoking a cigarette, in a desperate attempt to get some air and space from a successful, albeit depressing extraction. It hit him different, this job. His mood is low. Melancholy echoes in him from their grieving mark. Eames joins him, the last team member who hasn't left, and brings a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He sits beside Arthur, comically cramped together on this crate, their sides flushed together. They smoke and drink together in silence, wordlessly passing the bottle and Arthur's lighter, listening to the sounds of nearby traffic. They've known each other a few years. Seen each other worse.

Maybe after a while Eames breaks the pretence of strict professionalism and puts an arm around Arthur's shoulders, loose and heavy, and maybe Arthur leans in to the touch, a little cold, a lot tired, and they both do something to lighten the mood like bitching about their coworkers. Eames is clearly trying to keep him distracted and comforted in his own way when he could have just left and gone back to his hotel but he's here, accent thickening as he spins some tall tale, winding Arthur up, but Eames is here and he cares about his job and people, even when he's valiantly pretending as if he doesn't. And that's so stupid isn't it, Arthur thinks, oddly fond, seeing right through Eames where he fools others. It's so dumb, he thinks, chest now aching for an entirely different reason.

It's not particularly in Arthur's nature to suppress most of his feelings. I don't think, canonically, that he's very good at hiding them at all. They're always sort of bubbling under a shallow surface and erupting in odd bursts. His reaction to the 'oh' moment is was more of the quiet resignation you mention, the sort of 'i'm going to fold this up like a note and leave it carelessly in my pocket to get crumpled and faded' because he never thought he'd have a chance with Eames (I will spare you the 5k essay I have to expand on this). It's not that he hides his feelings, but he does what he always does with the weird, chuck them in the compost and hopes for them to degrade.

Thank you for the ask, as always it makes my day!

#arthur x eames #inception #dreamhusbands #more word vomit from me #arthurs love for eames is not biodegradable it cannot be decomposed #silly arthur

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koiwynn · 8 months

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i’m your man by mitski makes me think of rin reflecting on her relationship with kitay.

You're an angel, I'm a dog

Or you're a dog and I'm your man

in the books rin frequently speaks of how good-natured kitay is. this fits the “you’re an angel” line. rin being… well, rin, views his kindness and mercy as being weak-minded. also rin in contrast to kitay, is very cruel. she’s also commonly viewed, treated, and referred to as a dog by people around her. all this adds context to the “i’m a dog” line.

typically, dogs are known as “man’s best friend”, so the line “you’re a dog and i’m your man” can symbolise their remarkably close and affectionate bond.

You believe me like a God

I destroy you like I am

the former line can allude to kitay’s unwavering loyalty to rin. also his undying faith in her goodness even though it gradually wanes as the story progresses. because despite everything he never ceases to hope/want her to ultimately choose the morally upright choice in any given situation.

“i destroy you like i am” illustrates how rin, with her destructive powers, beliefs and mindset, pulls kitay into a morally ambiguous role as her “right-hand man” (no pun intended).

by standing by rin, kitay becomes implicated in all her morally apprehensible deeds.

I'm sorry I'm the one you love

No one will ever love me like you again

So, when you leave me, I should die

I deserve it, don't I?

do i even have to elaborate on these lyrics? this part of the verse is basically rin “coming to terms” with the fact that nobody has loved her, or will love her, as purely as kitay. kitay was the first person to see her as human; perhaps arguably the only one. he was also the only person to always choose her above everything else. kitay was by her side when she had nobody else to turn to. rin is aware of her destructive nature, how she destroys everything and everybody in her path; even those she holds dearest. she anticipates she will destroy whatever delicate, precious thing she shares with kitay. it’s what the Phoenix does, and therefore what she does.

“no one will ever love me like you again” rin knows nobody will ever love her as unconditionally as kitay. she knows nobody else will dare challenge her like him. heavy emphasis on that because ppl tend to forget how often kitay goes/argues against her.

the final two lines makes me think of the final chapter of TBG. when it dawns on her that she’s hurting/attacking the person she loves the most, her tether to reality. the person she loves too much to even playfully spar with because neither of them can bear the thought of hurting each other by their own fists.

this scene in particular comes to mind from these lyrics:

rin realises that she can’t go through with this because she can’t bear the thought of living in a world without kitay’s love. she can’t go through with it. they’re too dependent on each other. in a moment of clarity she realises that she’s too far gone and has to die. and kitay is fine with letting her kill them both. he’d rather die with her than continue living in a world with her hatred and anger. he’d rather die hating her than continue living without her. and rin would rather die than live in a world knowing she has betrayed kitay and lost his love.

You believe me like a God

I betray you like a man

rinkitay’s convo in The Burning God 592p-596p chapter 33. i’m not gonna go in detail. just that scene dude :,)

“You’ve abandoned me. You thought you could fool me, but i know your soul. And if you’re not with me, you’ll burn, too”

btw stream the land is inhospitable and so are we by mitski ☆

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bangtanficsforyou · 2 years

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❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

College au+ taehyung

Plsss

A/N: Sorry this took some time, I could only start writing this fifteen minutes ago but I hope you enjoy it 😙❤️.

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"You are welcome to stay, if you want." You mumble, but regret the words as soon as they are out of your mouth. Why did you have to say it? Your post sex brain is dumb. Shit, now you've made it all awkward.

Your tightly shut your eyes in hopes of not seeing the frown you imagine to be currently on Taehyung's face at your absurd suggestion.

You don't blame Taehyung, for having the kind of reaction you assume he's having. From the very beginning you had set some stupid ground rules. Very cliche, you know but you were the one who had insisted for it to be that way. Friends who sleep with each other, have to have some ground rules, you had said. One of the rules was to never stay the night at the other's place. So, it's obviously weird and absurd that you are the one who's suggesting to break one of the most important rules.

You just hope he doesn't find it concerning that you asked him to stay the night.

You just couldn't help yourself. In the three months time that you've been getting to know him, you have hopelessly fallen in love with him. How could you not though? The kind of person he is, makes it extremely difficult for anyone to not fall for him.

When you had first realised that your feelings might not just be limited to physical attraction, you had honestly questioned your decision of sleeping with him. Because feelings were only going to make things complicated, not to mention how both of you have the same lectures which would make avoiding him, almost impossible.

Thus, you had simply decided to not make things any further complicated and had made a deal with yourself of continuing this arrangement as long as your feelings don't overwhelm you. You had never tried dropping hints and had kept everything under control and you were pretty sure that he had no clue of your feelings. Now you are not so sure.

Isn't asking him to stay the night, a clear give away?

Fuck, now he's going to know. You're an idiot.

Taehyung, however seems completely unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you're going through as he hums. "Do you want me to stay?"

What kind of a question is that?

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "I mean it's pretty late and all." You try to keep your voice as casual as you can.

He hums, again. "But isn't that against the rules?"

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder as to how you should answer him. "I mean, you don't have to stay if you don't want to, I was just suggesting. Like I said, it's pretty late, plus, your place is pretty far."

You're met with silence.

You close your eyes again in embarassment and shift your body away from Taehyung's, such that your back is facing him. Your hands fist around the bedsheet in anxiousness.

Fuck. If you had any hope left inside you, after seeing his reaction to your suggestion, all hopes were gone. You had expected this reaction, but even then having been proved right, hurts. Hurts a whole lot.

You are such a fool, geez.

"I want to stay." Taehyung mumbles, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

His words cause your eyes to shot open in shock.

This probably doesn't mean anything, right? He wants to stay because he's tired, nothing else.

"Then stay." You mumble back, still trying to convince your brain to not get too hopeful.

Instead of responding to your words, you feel Taehyung turn his body towards you. He doesn't say it out loud but he had hoped you'd turn to face him.

"Do you want me to stay?" He repeats his previous question, once again.

This time, you reply honestly. "Yes."

"Why?" He whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

You try to come up with words but find yourself too scared to speak the truth. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes" Taehyung feels amused at how you shoot back his own questions to him, instead of answering them, even when he had just admitted minutes ago that he wants to stay.

"Why?"

This time Taehyung can't stop the chuckle that escapes him. He saw this coming. "Because I've always wanted to stay."

You feel your breath hitch. Instead of letting your mind wonder about what his words could potentially mean, you decide to repeat your previous words in hopes of gaining some clarity. "Why?"

"Because I've fallen for you."

Your whole body goes rigid. This is not a prank right? Did he just say what he said? Are you dreaming?

On the other hand, the longer you remain silent, the more unsure Taehyung feels. "I am sorry, if I made it all awkward. It's just that when you asked me to stay, I finally thought that I had a chance–"

His rambling gets cut off by you turning your body around so that you can face him. The moment your eyes land on his facial features, you immediately feel this intense need to put him at ease. "I wanted you to stay because I hate when you leave, have hated it for a long time now."

You observe his features as hope appears in his eyes. But you don't miss the flicker of unsurety in them. "Why?"

Your left hand comes up to gently rest on his cheek and you let your thumb draw random figures on the surface. "Because I've fallen for you too."

He holds his breath for a moment, as if trying to make sure that the moment is real. A few more seconds pass as he remains silent before his hand comes up to remove your hand from his cheek and he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingers. "Fuck I can't believe this."

His kisses cause a tickling sensation causing you to giggle. "I can't either."

He smiles, giving you one of his trademark boxy smiles. "I never thought you'd return my feelings."

His words cause you to frown. Interlacing your fingers with his, you motion for him to come closer to you and he complies. "I can't imagine someone not falling for you, it was only a matter of time before you wooed me with your charms."

Chuckling he slides his hand under your t shirt, and lets it rest on your torso. The warmth of his palm giving rise to goosebumps. "Well you were the one who had suggested this whole fwb thing so I had naturally thought that you didn't want anything serious with me."

"But that's because we both–" your words die in your throat as you realise that he was never the one who had suggested the friends with benefits scenario. After the first time that you had slept with each other, you had automatically assumed that you both wanted a fwb situation. Him not objecting to your suggestion had only proved your point at the time. Or so you had thought. Now, however, his words make you realise that you perhaps, were not right.

The thought of that, automatically causes to feel guilty. "I'm so sorry, shit, I had no clue."

Taehyung rubs soothing circles on your hips. "It's okay. I just have you now and that's all that matters."

His words put you slightly at ease but you still feel guilty for not seeing your mistake any sooner. Shit, how could you be so stupid. "Its not okay though–"

"Shh," he hushes and you lift your eyes to meet his, your heart fluttering with how his eyes seem to sparkle with warmth and affection. "I've been wanting to hold you like this for so long. Now that I finally get to, I don't want to talk about the past."

Seeing how happy he seems in this moment, you feel so foolish to have deprived him and you, of the happiness that you both could have been experiencing for so long. Deciding to not ponder about that for long, you inch closer and kiss him.

Taehyung is caught off guard by your actions but soon realises what's happening and pulls you extremely close before he matches your pace.

His hands roam around your back before they trail up and start playing with your hair. His tongue messages your upper lip as you moan, savouring his taste. Your hands rest on his chest as you let yourself bask in his warmth.

You both kiss for, you don't know, how long. Because time seemingly slows down and it feels like an eternity before you two part.

Still close enough that both of your breaths mingle with each other's, Taehyung looks at you in awe. Looks at your glazed eyes, your lips that have now turned swollen due to the way he had assaulted them with his own and looks at how red your cheeks have turned.

Feeling him staring at you intensely, you turn shy. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you whine.

Taehyung chuckles, putting both of his arms around you, he squeezes you tightly and sighs. "Fuck, this feels so good."

You pucker your lips and place a kiss on his skin. "That's what she said."

He cackles. "That's what you said, just a few minutes ago."

"Shut up." You can just feel his big smile against your forehead.

"No, but seriously, I'm so happy, I feel like a giddy child and I know it's probably stupid to blabber about it but I cannot not let you know, how much you mean to me and just how happy I am."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth you feel him tighten hin grip even more around you however not tight enough for you to feel uncomfortable. For some reason, you have a feeling that this time around, him pulling you closer isn't just because he wants you close, but also because he feels shy about his words and wants to hide.

Removing your face from the crook of his neck, you angle your head upwards to look at him and sure enough you find him avoiding your gaze with a shy smile on his face.

Smiling at his adorableness, you giggle. "You're so cute, fuck."

Taehyung playfully growls. "Do I need to remind you that I'm not cute?"

You giggle even louder. "Fucking me doesn't mean you are not cute. Because if that were the case, that would mean that I am not cute as well, considering the fact that I've fucked you. But I would have to disagree for I know that I am cute."

His eyes lock with yours and he huffs. "So cocky."

With his eyes now locked with yours, you know that now is the right time to say, what you want to say. "Tae, I hope you know that I feel the best I've felt in months. It feels like I can finally express my feelings for you, freely, without having to worry about the consequences. It feels so right to love you and I hope you know that you are so very special to me."

Taehyung's eyes soften and he smiles gently before pecking your lips. "I'm so lucky."

If only he knew how lucky you consider yourself, all because of him.

#Taehyung x Reader #Taehyung fluff #Taehyung drabbles #Taehyung fwb #Friends to lovers

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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(The Eddie gif was too perfect not to use.)

Fine Part 1

Part 2

Part of Better

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Smut.🔞 Lots and lots of female receiving oral. P in V sex. Swearing.

A wild night at college with Marcus. Written for @sturkillerbase, thank you for the support.

"So you've never kissed him? Fooled around a little?"

"No!"

"Definitely a missed opportunity, that man would do anything for you. He would definitely moisten your dry spell."

"Stop it."

"What?! Don't you find him attractive? All brown eyes and broad shoulders. Mmmm."

"I didn't say that."

"Plus he's totally boyfriend material. Sweet, caring."

"Exactly, that's why he's usually someone's boyfriend. He only split from Anna last week."

"So he needs rebound sex. Perfect."

"Not with me he doesn't."

"Why not? Don't you think your friendship will survive seeing each other naked?"

Truth be told, you didn't think you would survive seeing him naked. Marcus had always been attractive but when you first met he was a little awkward, his style was a little dorky. Now, several years later he was confident, his style suited him. His thick hair no longer side combed over his forehead, it was shorter, the natural curl made it stand up off his head. Perfect from carding your fingers through to hold him in place while...nope, this is Marcus. Marcus, who got lost, even with a map, trying to find his dorm the night you met. Marcus, who literally bumped into you despite you being the only two people out. Marcus, who confessed to feeling just as in over his head as you and suggested you help get each other through until the end of the year. Marcus, who kept his word. Marcus, who carried on supporting you through each year. Through every tough assignment, through the social minefield of college, through every bad date and heartbreak. If you didn't have him, you had no idea what you would have done.

Yes, Marcus Pike was boyfriend material but he could never be your boyfriend material. You were so woven together the thought of losing him was too much.

Friendships are move forgiving than relationships. Once you're whole heart is in something it's much easier for it to be broken. You had both learned that the hard way. Better to stay was friends.

The party had started to wind down. It wasn't particularly late but a lot of people had gone to a wilder party at Stevenson Hall. Including Cassie so Marcus walked you back to your building, just off campus.

"What was with Cassie tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno she kept staring at me. I saw her talking to you and keep looking over at me. She asked how I was feel after Anna. Then she suggested I get laid to get over it. She's not normally that interested in me."

It's not like Cassie didn't get on with Marcus, they were just very different. Your own friendship with her was definitely opposites attract. She made a great room mate though. You agreed on the core thing but the differences in you lives made you schedules compatible. Basically, she was hardly home but paid half the rent.

"Who knows. She'd had a couple of those purple shots. I have no idea what was in them."

Marcus stopped in his tracks. It took a second for you to realise. Turning back to face him you were met with an accusing stare. "What?"

"I know when you're lying remember. If I did something to offend her, I'd rather know."

"No! I mean you didn't offend her. She was just kidding around, making fun of me."

"Why?"

The blush that rose on your cheeks could be seen even in the dim light of the street lamps. Marcus stepped closer. "You know you can tell me anything. Unless you really don't want to. Just let me know you're okay and we'll never talked about it again."

Did he have to do that? Be so sweet and supportive? It twists your insides, you would do anything for him when he was like this. That's what made you blurt it all out. "I haven't had sex for a while and she suggested that we're such good friends that you could help me with that."

Marcus's face went blank for a moment. You heart was beating so loud you were sure it was echoing off into the darkness surrounding you.

"Would you...is that something you would want?" His tongue darted out of his mouth chasing the words. It made your brain stutter.

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean..." With that the heavens opened. The two of you sprint the rest of the way to your building. Bundling together under the orning as you fumbled with your keys. A warm hand covered yours, guiding the key to the lock. The imagery wasn't lost on you, it sent a shiver up your spine. Marcus was pressed completely into your side. Tilting your head up, your eyes locked for a moment. A moment that stretched out. The rapid drumming of the rain seemed to slow and fade. The air became charged. Every sense honed in on something new. The scent of the wet grass, the faint buzz of the lamp over head, the hairs on you skin standing on end, the deep brown of Marcus's eyes, inviting you to fall into them, the rain water invading you mouth as you parted your lips in a parched sigh.

Everything else crashed back into you consciousness when his lips touched yours. Everything suddenly overwhelming. Even sense, every feeling. You were awash in it all, Marcus was your only anchor. You clung to him as he pressed you up against the door. His lips moving against yours as he molded his broad frame to you. One of your hands found his hair then other his lower back. His hands circled your waist and gently gripped the back off your neck. Everything outside of his touch was lost to you, even time. You had no idea how long you had been letting him steal the air from your lungs. Frankly, you were happy to stay here forever.

Even an ear splitting crack of thunder wasn't enough to break you apart. All it did was move the two of you haphazardly inside. Marcus managed to open the door without moving from you. It was only once you were inside, when your shoes slipped on the wet floor, did he move away. Only for a moment, to lift you up until he could wrap your legs around his waist. Pinning you to the nearest wall, you both groaned as his erection grazed your folds. Pushing himself forward between you legs he repeated the motion. By the fourth pass of his hips the two of you were completely lost, committed to dry humping in your communal hallway. He felt so good against you, you weren't even sure you would ask him to stop if someone walked in.

He applied just enough pressure with each thrust. His lips still glued to yours between pants and moans. Only when you both got close to climax did his lips leave yours. They moved to your neck as buried his head there. His large hands found your ass pulling you closer. He ground into you now, his paced quickening. The pleasure was all consuming, you didn't even notice an orgasm building. Marcus's stutter moan of you name as his hips halted, cresting it's build. Chanting his name, the pleasure unwound from you centre.

After a moment, Marcus gently lowered you to the ground. "Guess we better go get cleaned up." He smiled sheepishly as he turned towards the stairs to your apartment. At first you though he felt bad about about the whole thing until his finger tips found yours, slowly his hand slipped into yours, pulling you along.

Half an hour later, after you had both showered, separately. You sat on the couch.

"I'm sorry if..."

"Sorry I..."

You both blurted apologies in unison. Followed by a burst of uncontrollable laughter that cleared the air.

"I hope that was OK. I don't know what came over me. I haven't done anything like that since I was a horny teen." Marcus grinned wistfully. Life had gotten in the way of simply chasing pleasure.

"It was more than OK." You grinned back at him. "I know what you mean. I was the one that brought it up. I knew you would have stopped if I asked."

"Totally."

"So we're all good."

"Good."

Then was a moment of relatively comfortable silence.

"So...was that enough for you..?"

You blinked owlishly at him. "Sorry, just you said you hadn't had sex. Sorry maybe I'm a little too comfortable around you. We normally talk about everything but maybe this shouldn't be something we..."

"No, it's fine. It was actually kind of nice, the comfortable friendship aspect. I felt safe with you. I wasn't worried about you judging me. I could just focus on the good stuff."

"Yeah. I get that."

Another moment of silence. It was you who broke it this time. "No." His head whipped to yours. "To answer you question from earlier. It wasn't enough." Damn your brain. This was not a good area to be delving further into. At least there were boundaries set. You hadn't fell into bed together in a flurry of passion. You had asked your friend for help. He had made you come as a friend. You knew what he sounded like at the moment of climax, as a friend. You wanted him to take you to your room and fuck you senseless, as a friend. This was completely fine. College was a time of experimention. Who better to experiment with than a good friend. Right? It was fine.

"Do you want to...."

"Yes! If you want..."

"Yes."

"OK."

"OK. Do you have any protection? I didn't bring any."

Practical Marcus was one of your favourites. He always made you feel grounded.

"I do. I'm also clean and on the pill."

Marcus adjusted the bulge in his pants at that. "Marcus, do you want to...without a condom?"

"I'd like to know what it feels like but I've never trusted someone enough."

"Perks of having sex with a friend. Trust and no judgement."

"In that case can we try something else I've wanted to do?"

The thought of him telling you something that he wanted in bed made you wet. "W-what do you want to...?"

"Nothing crazy. Just my sex life pretty much consists of missionary and her on top. I'd like to...." The blush that crept on his cheeks was adorable. He could of asked to rail you in the middle of campus in broad daylight right now and you would say yes. "Could we do it doggy style?" He cringed as the words left his mouth, that made the whole thing more endearing. "Yes, we can fuck like dogs." Another bout of tension easing laughter racked the two of you.

"What about you? Is there anything you want?"

At his question you curled in on yourself. "Hey. Come here." He eased you across the couch and onto his lap. "Safe friendship sex remember?"

"Would you...use your tongue on me?" He swallowed thickly before nodding at your request. "Also, I've never been able to give myself more than one orgasm. I feel too overwhelmed. I've always thought if someone else kept going they could..." The embarrassment returned. Marcus leant forward gently to kiss it away.

The next few moments were achingly gently and slow. You helped each other remove you clothes. Surreptitiously, you checked each other out trying not to stare. That was particularly difficult as you tried to work out how Marcus was going to fit inside you. With the lightest of touches he guided you to lay on your bed before settling between your legs. A long lick between your folds had you throwing your head back into the pillow. Your hips chased his warm mouth. Two strong hands gripping your hips before moving to your lower belly, holding you down. After a few more long licks, he slipped his tongue inside you. The warm, strong muscle stroked your walls as your hands threaded into his hair. One of his hands left your belly to hold you open, once you clit was exposed to him, his tongue rolled and swirled around it. You had never known a feeling like it. It was so intense, it only to took one suck of your clit to make you come. A soundless scream ripped from your throat, as your body curled around his head. His tongue dropped back down your enterance, almost as if he was drinking from you. Before you came down from your high completely, he was lavishing your clit with attention again. The intensity of it threatened to shatter you. At this point you would normally stop touching yourself but you trust Marcus completely. You felt free to chase the intensity. The second time the scream that left you was a loud almost primal one. The third time, when he inserted his fingers just as you were getting close, your screamed his name. The forth time, he curled his fingers just right and a slew of profanity left you.

"Marcus, Marcus. S-stop." You managed to gasp out.

"Are you okay?" He finally lifted his head from between your legs. His lips were puffy from use, shiny from your slick. His hair was tousled from your touch. He looked beautiful.

"Yeah, just..." you couldn't even finish the sentence you just gave a happy sigh and relaxed your heavy body back into the mattress.

"If you've had enough. We don't have to...."

"No, I want to." I want you.

He smiled, the one that lights up his whole face. Touching you as if you were fragile, he rolled you over, easily, since your body was like jelly.

Once you were on your front he got on the bed behind you. With care, he lifted you hips until you raised your knees up the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him. "Ready?" He asked stoking your lower back.

"Yes."

The aching slowness returning as he slide inside you. You soaked walls offering little resistance to his thick length.

"Jesus. Fuck." He eventually growled. Pride swelled in your chest at the effect you were having on him. "Baby, I need a minute. I don't want to come straight away."

Tears pricked at your eyes. Marcus always called you pet names. A habit he picked up from his grandmother. 'Baby' was new. It felt more intimate than any other name he gave you. Trying to stay still, you suppressed a sob. How had you been so stupid? How did you think that you could have casual sex with a man that you were hopelessly in love with? Marcus's cock dragging out of you before slamming back in helped you box up all of those feelings. This felt incredible. Just focus on the stretch of his cock. The sound of his moans. The muttering of you name in that sinful voice.

"Marcus, you feel so good. So big."

"I think that's because you're so tight. Opened you up so much but you're still so tight. Fuck." He bottomed out again. "Can I go faster? Harder?"

The yes that left you was less of an agreement more of a plea. As soon as it hit his ears, he picked up the pace. His gripped his hips as he pound into you. He made you come just from his cock. Which had never happened to you before. You were still processing it when you came again. This time Marcus followed his come filling you. Ropes and ropes pulsed out of his cock, buried to the hilt inside you. For a blissful moment he slumped over you, holding you from behind.

"We should get you cleaned up." It was a sweet sentiment than ended with him fucking you in the bathroom. Your leg thrown up on the counter as he entered you from behind again. This time you got to see his face contoured in pleasure in the mirror. He was gorgeous as he fucked you with wild abandon. His fingers found your clit as he pounded into your g spot. When you came you squirted all over his cock and the counter, another first. This lead to him sitting you up there to clean you with his tongue.

The sun was coming up by the time you were actually cleaned up and showing Marcus the door.

"So we're good right?" He asked as he stepped outside.

"Yeah. It was fun. What's a one night stand between friends? We're fine."

As you stepped back inside, eyeing the wall he made you come against you knew you were a million miles away from fine.

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