#//3k words I'm sorry dash.

[bitchlessdino]

okok i'm here for a request

wonwoo as your coworker who you've been having an office romance with - which you have been taking as a joke. everyone thinks you'll get together, and you play along with that. but wonwoo is very serious.

so late night booty call from coworker!wonwoo? or maybe drunk dial to wonwoo and the aftermath the next day (fucking in the office)

Pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

tags: office au, feturin bartender!chan and coworker!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet name

author note: hi bee ily bee, you're messed up for this bee. but im worse for producing it gdjgwkjg. anyways enjoy wonu rot

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Wonwoo is a handsome guy and it was clear as day to everyone in the office. You like having a bit of his attention. He’s funny and quite friendly with you, but that is perhaps because the first time you met you had the courage to fight with him over the last jam-filled donut in the break room. Since then, there’s never not been a reason to talk as if you’ve known each other forever.

You admit some of the socializing you’ve been having with Wonwoo is more than what you do with any other coworker, let alone friend, but you were just playing along and it was too late to go back. Besides, both of you know what this is. All this talk was simply harmless flirting, playful jokes, and lively banter. You make it clear at the end of it all that there is nothing between you and Wonwoo, that things are as platonic as two subordinates can get.

You can’t say the rest of the office believes that though, seeing as so many of them with jealous glares in your direction or the nudges from the suspecting coworkers that ‘lowkey ship’ you two together as if you were some characters in television. 

“Ugh, you two make me sick. Just get together and have beautiful children already.”

You and Wonwoo shared a harmonious chuckle together, one louder in humor and it wasn’t the man dashing in a silk silver necktie.

“I wish I could, but they like to sleep on the left side even though I also sleep on the left side and I don't know how that would work,” Wonwoo knocks against your shoulder

“Not to mention he likes cats way more than dogs and the fact that we could never really be together because we’re just good coworkers.”

“Right,” he lightly punches, indicating agreement. “It’d be a really bad idea if we were actually together.”

You raise your brows, almost offended. “Woah, woah. I never said it was really bad.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“Lover quarrel I hear?” Mingyu butts in after getting his morning joe. “They’re always at it at this time of day.”

You roll your eyes at the giant. “All I’m saying is. I and Wonwoo are good together at work. Just work. Dare I say he’s a good work husband, even if he steals the last of the pastries—“

“Will you ever let that go—“

“No—and that’s all there is everyone. Sorry to disappoint.”

The crowd gives their share of snide smirks before dispersing. Mingyu is the last to stay behind, a Cheshire smile on his face. “Sure, you two. Just keep your hands to yourself around here…if you can help it.”

You were about to throw a light kick at the man before he started scurrying off, leaving you and Wonwoo in your lonesome as always. 

“They mean no harm by the way,” Wonwoo points out, “but if it bothers you that much, I can tell them to lay off.”

“Nu-uh,” you reply, shaking your head, “and make me look like a buzzkill? I don’t mind the back and forth. Just don’t anyone get the wrong idea that our jokes are actually serious?”

“Yeah, because it’d be just awful to be caught dating someone like me.”

You groan at his choice of words. “That is not what I said. Stop putting words in my mouth. This is why we wouldn’t work together.”

Wonwoo shrugs, a smile on his face that truly does brighten up a whole room. God, no wonder people think you’re dating him. What single man smiles like that? “Alright, sweet face. Fine. Who cares what they think? We know left from right, okay?” There’s a hint in his tone that says otherwise but you decide to ignore it.

“Okay, good. Anyways, what are your plans tonight? Up for another night of Valo queue?”

“I actually have plans tonight.”

“Oh?” You say wiggling your eyebrows. “Hot date?”

“Maybe? Haven’t met them yet.”

You’re playful expression fades. “Oh, actually? Wow. You must be…excited.”

He shrugs, freshening up his mug. “It’s nice to have plans outside of binge-watching TV at home, so a little bit.”

Your smile can’t seem to reach your ears until you’ve found a way to find the humor out of it. “That sounds nice. I wanna be set up—Wonwoo don’t you have any hot friends?”

Wonwoo feigns thought, clicking his tongue, now noticing the watch on his wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? Back to work.”

You sneer at him leaving you unanswered, following after him to continue the rest of your day. This is how most days went. Outside of work, you shared your personal interests with him, such as video games—perhaps adding to the assumption that you both seem very couple forward—but otherwise, that was all. There was nothing else that made you more than people who work in close proximity together, and not by your own fault either.

Despite this dynamic, Wonwoo is a private person and you only know what he lets you know. Perhaps, that’s why you are so dead set on keeping the formality the way it is. Who knows the type of person he is behind doors?

You try not to be curious about him for the sake of your circumstance, but the thought of Wonwoo and his date stays in the back of your mind, pestering you like an insect well into the afternoon until after work. That’s when you decide to hit up the local bar, grab a drink—or 5–and catch up with your favorite bartender, Chan, to see what he’s up to. He’s normally a good distraction, seeing as he can talk circles around any subject while jumping from one to the other, and you think it starts to make you forget why ever you came in the first place.

However, ‘drunk you’ does whatever the fuck they want, even if ‘sober you’ says otherwise. You seem to forget that every time you go out, perhaps because you think you’ve overcome that part of you after a while of not drinking. Truth was you haven’t.

“Hellooo…”

The dial tone plays on the other end and you continue your incessant greeting until you’re met with a familiar and confused sound. You automatically grin, clutching the device close to your ear in hopes of hearing his voice again.

“Wonwoo…are you and you having fun…”

You hear shuffling in the background, unaware it was Wonwoo checking caller ID to make sure it was you. “Are you doing okay?”

“Me? I’m great…how are you bud? Buddy? Companion? Bestie?”

“Okay. Where are you right now?”

You chortle, glancing back at Chan who is preoccupied with other customers but watching you from the corner of his eye concerned. “Hehe, I’m with a friend. A very handsome friend…”

Chan lets out a light chuckle before finishing up the drink and handing it to the person waiting. He strolls out to you, listening in on the rest of your call as he pretends to clean up glasses.

“Handsome friend?” Wonwoo repeats.

“Very handsome.”

You aren’t sure what’s going on with you, but you feel the urge to simply narrate everything around you, making sure the man on the other line hears every word. 

“Is there a reason you’re calling me, Y/n?”

You hum against the phone in pondering. “Just…because. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

Chan lightly scoffs at the scene, almost seeing the pink in your eyes as you speak to whoever is on the other end and politely asks for your phone. You pout at him, denying him the device, but with a stern look, you melt into mush and soon obliged.

“Hi, you must be Y/n’s friend right? They’re at the Carat Club right now and it looks like they’ve had enough to drink.”

Wonwoo hums into the phone before responding back cautiously. “Are you the handsome friend?”

Chan grins hearing the hint of jealousy. “Why yes, I am.”

“You don’t sound that handsome.”

“Well, you can judge for yourself because I’m also the bartender here. If you aren’t too busy, I’d really appreciate you getting them home. I’ll keep an eye on them but I can only do that for so long with the rush we’re having.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone that makes the young bartender think the calls have dropped until the gravelly voice on the other end begrudgingly agrees, quickly hanging up right after. 

Chan sets the phone back to your side, doing what he’s promised to do. After some time, he recognizes Wonwoo right away by his frantic arrival and the bartender waves him over. Wonwoo scans your current state with a frown creasing his eyes. He tries shaking your sides, and see how little effect it makes.

“How much have they had to drink?”

“A couple of cocktails but by how early they’ve gotten here I assume they haven’t eaten. Best to take them home before it goes right through them.”

“Thanks,” Wonwoo, picks you up by your limp arms and supports your side in the direction of the door. When he’s out of sight, he quietly curses to himself about the accuracy of the bartender’s appearance before settling you in his passenger seat.

His goal is to get you rested and safe. Seeing as your driver's license is doctored from the city several hours from where they are, he assumes it is in need of an update, and tries to pry your address out of you. To no avail, nothing useful comes out from your drunk slurred lips and he ends up taking you to his home, dumping you on his bed, and tucking you in. 

You don’t remember anything after the third drink: making that call to Wonwoo, or the debacle of trying to get you home, or his persistence in climbing up the flight of stairs in his own home with the extra body weight. You can only assume the worst when you wake up the following day in a foreign bedroom; your internal alarm was clock accurate as always. You jump from the sheets in pure fear, scanning your surroundings for an owner, when you realize you still have the clothes you wore to work the day before.

Promptly, Wonwoo walks towards the bedroom you occupy from the wide open door and greet you, a smile on his face. “Good, you’re up. Work is in an hour, I’ll get you there.” “Wonwoo, where am I?”

“My place. I would’ve taken you home if you had been more cooperative.”

It takes your eyes some adjusting but you soon realize the lack of clothing on his body, warranting the smooth, broad, and muscular appearance of a Jeon Wonwoo you wouldn’t dare dream of. You gulp at the sight taking it in before hearing him chuckle as he crosses his arms to obscure the view, forcing your eyes on his face that was bare of the thick pair of metal frames you are used to. Instead, you see his eyes, overflowing with warmth you worry you’d stumble upon seeing them. “Extra bathroom at the other end of the hall. I can lend you a shirt.”

“T-thanks.” You say before he disappears in order to get ready for another day.

You quickly finish what needed to be done, taking advantage of the oversized shirt Wonwoo left you behind and somehow making it work. Soon enough you’re off to the office, in his passenger, only time sober and a lot more self-conscious.

“Did I do or say anything weird?”

He lets out a deep, familiar chuckle. “Depends. What’s your definition of weird?”

You try thinking of an answer but none would come up, having you change your mind about getting his prompt response.

“If it’s any consolation, you didn’t get sick like I thought you would, and you were mostly asleep.”

“That just means I was a mess,” You whine.

“Perhaps, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Wait, what about your date? Don’t tell me you—“

“She canceled and I had nothing going on. You called at a good time.”

“I called you?” You question him in bemusement.

“Like I said, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

His repeating that phrase does something the chemical in your brain, retracing the dents of his torso as if they’re right in front you, glistening against the sun rays peaking out of the windows. The smile on his face makes your heart pound a little harder than you’re used to, and now you’re noticing the veins on his hands as he grips the wheel.

You feel yourself swallow. Hand to heart, you pat down as if trying to manually regulate it, but ultimately fail as Wonwoo continues to speak. This must be the embarrassment talking.

“For a second, I thought you called me to confess your undying love for me or something.”

“What?” You ask laughing a little too hard, for once grasping the humor in the situation with difficulty. “Why would you think that?” 

“For one, you were drunk. It seemed likely.” He clears his throat, trying to focus on the road. “And maybe that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Those words settle into you like hot cement, frustratingly slow, and before you finally answer, you’re already back at work, following Wonwoo as you leave the car. When both obviously arrive together, the usual attention has multiplied by tenfold, and the treatment feels different than normal. More flustering a suffocating after the night you’ve had. Wonwoo is the only one to notice as he calmly escorts you to your cubicles, leaving the questions of your coworkers unanswered.

You aren't sure why they’re comments are getting you like this now, making you feel hot, hands clasped against your cheeks like a bashful child, but it bothers you throughout the day, forcing you to keep mostly to yourself. Its then Wonwoo, sends you a note, meeting him for lunch alone knowingly while everyone else planned a meal out. You hesitantly oblige to his request and when the time came around, it’s unexpectantly timid, awkward, and nerve-wracking. That’s not how monets with Wonwoo are supposed to go.

“You’ve been quiet.”

You bow you head. “Sorry.”

“Why are you being sorry?”

“I didn’t think I was bothering anyone.”

You don’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.“Well, you were bothering me. Talk to me, joke around with me, be mean to me I don’t know. The silence is annoying me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing again? Look at me.”

It was difficult given the predicament you’re in, but he forces you to anyways by lifting up your chin between his fingers. You watch a dark storm brew in his eyes and now you can’t bare to tear away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

You don’t get it. For the past year, you’ve known him, there's only ever been amicable looks or gregarious smiles at a maximum, but in the deep pit of your stomach bubbles a new sensation that has finally festered enough to rise to the surface. You clench your legs in instinct, eyes fluttering back at him as you let each breath take a slow turn.

Intuitive as always, Wonwoo sees that shift in your eyes. It’s disturbing, daunting, and tempting all at once and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

With the break room wall behind you, he pushes you against it, claiming your lips and body until there is no way of escaping. His lips are soft against yours, but moves languidly and impatient, and the grip of his hands on your hips drains the energy out of your lower body. You attempt to chase his vigor, hands against your neck as you suppress your moans at how he kneads your flesh through your slacks only to press your thigh to his side.

“So I’m what’s wrong?” He asks in a low rasp against your lips.

You naturally hold him by the back of his neck, his nose nuzzling against yours. Wonwoo feels your lips part to speak, but he is in a daze by how soft they felt only seconds ago. “You are far from what’s wrong,” you finally answer.

Ridding of inhibitions and doubt, Wonwoo opens the storage closet behind you and shoves you in to lock you both inside. His hands run up your body needily, desperate to taste the skin underneath the shirt you’ve borrowed. You help him undress the same way he does to you, and your pristine pressed Van Hausens fall near your feet like rubble.

His lips then fall underneath your chin, trailing your neck, he refrains from leaving too much pressure but is almost swayed by your natural scent mixed in with his shampoo. He roughly plants you against a mostly empty shelf, the ice cold metal somehow burning your skin. He helps you tug off your slacks finding that sopping cunt that’s been dying to have him discover them since this morning.

“For me? Just for me?” He wastes no time shoving his hand down the frail fabric of your underwear and gliding his thick digits over your wet slit. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself this time.”

Your voice reveals itself, saying his name in a way you wouldn’t dare let another person hear as long as you lived. He repeats the action, watching you crumble in front of him like award-winning cinema.

“I never heard you speak like that to me. I could get used to it.” He find your ear, his cat-like smile forming before his lips closes around your skin and his whispers cause the ripples of chills down your spine. “Say my name like that again for me, darling.”

You tremble under his touch, feeling his fingers dip into your heat enticingly. “Won…wooo…”

He lets out a soft and gentle moan, and the heat of his breath fans your pebbled skin. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve dreamt how you’d be like this for me so often.”

“You…have?”

He presses a lingering kiss on your neck. “More than I can be proud of.” He curls his digits before taking light jerks, his thumb rubbing your arousal around the circumference of your clit. He drinks in your pretty pants, teeth grazing back at your skin. “You like me touching you? Aren’t I being such a good work husband?”

Your eyes screw shit, mouth etching open to give him a well-deserved praise, “So goo—“

“Where are my keys,” a voice breaks outside the door.

Wonwoo seizes his fingers from you and clamps them over your mouth, your arousal basically coating your lips and his eyes staring back at you intently.

“Where did they go anyway?”

Wonwoo shushes you with pursed lips. “Better be quiet.” His tone is stern but his actions say otherwise as his zipper comes down in a fraction of a second. “It’s in our best interest not to get caught, right?”

His name muffles under his palm, squeezing the life out of your cheeks as he exposes the bulging cock that’s been fighting away at him since he kissed you. Your eyes dart in their direction, beading perspiration across your forehead, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock draws closer to your fluttering heat.

Your eyes double their size and then shrink to half the size once he’s inside you. His raw, long heat pushes into your core inch by inch, and you feel the necessary evil to bite down his palm. If Wonwoo was bothered by it, he doesn’t show it as he claims you with deep strokes, having your hands rest against his firm pectorals in reluctant trust. His low grunts can only be heard by you and the slight fog in his glasses is apparent the closer he thrust into you, even in the dim closet lighting,

Outside these walls still is a confused Mingyu, not foreseeing the event occurring behind a door mere feet away. “Maybe, they went somewhere else for lunch.”

You audibly squeak within the tight space and Wonwoo shushes you again, knocking back into with a curt but harsh slam before forcing your walls to hold his cock inside you like a natural plug. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” An accumulated thrill runs through your veins at the thought of being caught, taking every thrust with pressure and liquifying at the devious smile on your rumored boyfriend’s face. 

“No they’re not here,” the intruder says to a voice unheard from their distance. “…Coming!”

His footsteps noticeably scan the perimeter once last time before they retreated further and further away.

“Finally,” Wonwoo breathes out, “now I have you all to myself.” Although he states that, he doesn’t let go of your mouth, in fact, you swear his hand is getting tighter and now his face closer, finally processing the spearmint on his breath “We should still be careful. Can you be quiet for me?”

You quietly nodded, grasping at his body desperately, gesturing for him to keep going.

He scoffs. “My darling being impatient?” He pulls out almost his entire length before shoving back into you, earning a feeble tremble. “My. Cock. Making. You. Needy. Hm?”

You nod back at him, holding back your tears, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“Eyes on me, darling. Your work husband is need of your attention while I fuck you senseless.”

Shallow breaths escape your nostrils, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to have lost the thick barrier of his glasses somehow already set on the shelf behind him. “Would you like for me to cum in you?”

You gingerly nod.

“Will you listen to everything I say when I let go of your mouth?”

Like a glitch, you nod the same exact way.

“Such a good little darling.”

His cock fills you up as naturally as breathing does. While his lips are home against yours, tongue entangling to the point it becomes sex itself. Your hushed moans are music to his ears and bear motive as his cock plunges deeper and harder inside you. He doesn’t mind how you bit his lips, nor how your nails drag against his back, rather he revels in it, doubling over you to push his cock inside you deeper until you're unable to contain your screams and he’s forced to silence you again.

You whisper how you’re close and it’s a natural drug, encouraging him to only ram inside you and claim the sweet sound of your orgasm coating decadently around his cock. He handles it rather gentlemanly, fairly as his cock is next to ripple in climax, shooting his thick over churned honey until it fills your heat until the point of fully occupancy. His arms come around you in a firm grasp, bruising your lips until you’re imprinted with the memory of him. 

You let out light pants, awkwardly thanking his promptly done tasks before you’re whisked away again by his perfect, salvia-sheened lips. “That was very…superb.”

Strange adjective but it’s done the job, you think.

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles in a way that tells you things are far from over and you’re proven correct when he brings up your legs, thighs crushing his cheeks that splays the most impish smile. “But we still have 15 minutes of our lunch and a man’s gotta eat.”

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[rshmra]

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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter seventeen: best buds!

as soon as heeseung had voluntarily offered to drive riki to yn's, the latter instantly knew there was an ulterior motive behind his actions. the man would never do something so helpful and kind of his own volition, and jake jumping at the chance to tag along made it all the more suspicious. but for the time being riki's chosen to just be grateful for the ride, then ultimately make a dash for it upon arrival.

currently, he's sprawled in the middle row with his limbs occupying all three seats. his head hangs uncomfortably to the side as he attempts to locate a suitable angle to hold his phone at, while heeseung and jake (loudly) whisper to each other in the front.

"i can't believe he's growing up..."

"we should give him a pep talk, right?"

"his first legit crush that might actually work out-"

"i can fucking hear you both!" the subject of their conversation unceremoniously shoves his head into the empty space above the center console, and the elder duo have never been so quick to stare straight and close their mouths.

jake sweats. "...we weren't talking about you."

"you reek of absolute bullshit-"

"oh look we're almost there!" heeseung brakes harshly, sending ni-ki tumbling backwards and effectively cutting off any further snide remarks. the boy literally has to transfer the drinks he'd previously situated on his lap into his arms, clutching the box tight to his chest as his super-safe driver performs not three, not four, but five consecutive sharp turns before slowing again.

it takes a full minute for niki to recover from the amount of jostling he endured. "...how much did you have to pay to get a driver's license."

"awwww shitttt, that's the worst whiplash i've ever gotten... worse than that one time on the rollercoaster..." the australian winces, massaging his neck aggressively.

"whoops. sorry." hee isn't sorry in the slightest. "we're here anywa-y..." his voice dies in his throat as X_CAPE's apartment building comes into view, jaw dropping to the floor as he pulls up. "well what the fuck?"

what the fuck indeed. the complex is giant, with a very modern look to it. at least thirty floors are visible, and it spans over a large area. the trio's gazes are synonymously disbelieving as heeseung comes to a full stop, jake being the first to snap out of his awe-induced trance.

"this is so unfair! hybe has favorites?!"

"no shit, and clearly it's not us!"

as the ramyeonz shout and complain due to the size of the tower, riki comes to his senses and realizes this is his best chance to escape without receiving a barrage of nosy questions or something along those lines. "well this is my stop thanks for driving mei'lltextyouguystopickmeupbye!"

"wait, wait, wait." alas, he's a second too late- heeseung's punched the button to lock the doors in a flash, and he finds that he's been trapped. "we wanted to talk to you, first." in perfect unison he and jake have swivelled their heads to gaze directly at their maknae, who curses to himself.

"fuck, so this is what you wanted to do."

"as you navigate through life... emotions are some of the hardest aspects to handle and control." jake's starting off the "heartfelt" speech with a bang. "especially with someone who makes you feel even more different, you might want to cast those feelings aside."

"you may find yourself trying to convince both you and everyone else that they're just a friend to you," heeseung joins in dramatically. "but that is not the solution, young nishimura-"

"i'm nearly eighteen, shut up. and can you stop trying to sound smart?"

"sh, shh, shh." jake hushes him with a solemn expression on his face. he places a hand on ni-ki's shoulder, staring unsettlingly into his eyes. "don't rush to figure it out or pick every interaction apart. just live in the moment and don't worry about problems that haven't come up yet, okay?"

"can i go now? please?"

"i know it may be overwhelming when you're in a situation you've never experienced," hee's still plowing on, unphased. "but trust me, you've no need to fret. yn will definitely like you back!"

"and even if he doesn't, he'll definitely be nice about rejecting you!"

the two share a meaningful glance. "well said, bro."

"you too, bro."

riki's had enough. he shakes out of jake's grip to roll down the window, inhaling a deep breath. "HELP! HELP! HEEEL-"

"oh, don't be like that!"

the boy's about to threaten his seniors to call the police for kidnapping until a familiar voice joins the fray, light and soothing to the ears. "riki?"

yn's slim figure emerges from the entrance of the building, clad in long basketball shorts and a short black top. his hair is pulled up and tied back away from his face, with only a few pieces framing the edges. even in lounge clothes he still never fails to look gorgeous, and niki breaks into a grin.

"my fucking savior!" the window's opening is wide enough that he can slip through (albeit awkwardly) while hee and jake are distracted, snatching his beverage box on his way out.

yn glances up at him weirdly as the taller jogs forward to embrace him casually. "what? why didn't you just open the door?"

"it's locked."

"hi yn!" ni-ki's torturers wave enthusiastically inside the vehicle with a cheery greeting, radiating innocence. riki knows better, though.

"file a restraining order! they tried to lock me in there and kill me!"

"stay far from him, yn. he escape the hospital earlier today and he's deranged and psychotic!"

"now who to believe..." yn releases a puff of breath exaggeratedly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"obviously me. here, i come bearing gifts." riki holds up the beverages, and he doesn't miss the way yn's eyes light up after catching sight of the variety of teas. immediately he grabs the one with brown sugar and slams a straw into the top, reaching for niki's free hand with his own and tugging him indoors at breakneck speed.

"that's an awful thing to do you guys, goodbye!" he hollers over his shoulder at the laughing boys, in the process missing the 'don't fuck this up' heeseung mouths to riki before switching the engine to reverse.

the male glares at the car's backside as it disappears into the distance, yn eventually growing impatient with this behavior and dragging him into the elevator. "you owe me, i saved you from your own members." he smirks as he pushes the button for the top floor, which goes virtually unnoticed.

"but i got you boba, so we're even."

"honestly i can't really refute that logic." he raises his eyebrows at the remaining cups. "why'd you get four?"

"because my mom taught me to never go to another family's house empty handed."

"she certainly raised you right. how's your wallet feeling?"

riki opts for silence, which earns a good cackle.

"aw, you're sweet for that. but you didn't have to!" he hesitates. "not for the other three, at least. absolutely for me though."

"wow, you're generous."

"i know, right? i'm so fucking generous i'll share with you!" yn takes another long sip and extends his straw to riki, who gladly leans down for a taste. "it's so good, did you order from that new place down the street?"

"uh, yeah... it was like, 14000 won per drink."

yn sputters at the sheer price. "holy crap?! now i feel bad, you get unlimited visits to the penthouse in exchange."

"ooh, cool- wait, you live in the penthouse?!" niki all but screeches.

"how do you think i saw you arrive? we get the best view from the top." the elevator chimes brightly, and the interior does not disappoint as the doors roll away. riki is met by the sight of floor-to-ceiling windows as they step in, the main room wall-free and spacious. there are twin spiral staircases farther off in each direction, leading to the open second level, where two bedrooms are installed on both sides with a quaint living area in the middle. kuli and ivory smile warmly at the pair from the kitchen on the right, whereas to the left a separate hall wing and dining space are set up. riki spins in circles, gaping at anything and everything (he's 99% sure that chandelier hanging high above is draped with real diamonds), and the others laugh at his stunned expression.

"how," he manages to form words at last, "did you get this place?"

"the company wouldn't buy it for us in a million years, if that's what you're asking," ivory hums, retrieving some ingredients from the refrigerator.

"yeah, kuli's family is fucking loaded so it's basically their place, but they wanted us to live here and who were we to decline?" yn explains briefly, riki following his footsteps to the kitchen island like a lost chick. how befitting.

"it's not like hybe had anything to complain about either, 'cause my parents pay for pretty much everything and- is that boba?" two sets of laser-focused eyes, one hazel and the other light brown, fixate on the drinks riki's carrying. he hurriedly slides them on the table, getting the feeing he'd be torn to shreds if he held to them any longer and in good time too, because not a millisecond later the eighteen-year-olds have dropped what they're holding to pounce for a tea. kuli chooses taro while ivory takes matcha, and all is silent for a couple beats (save for yn's stifled giggles).

"...the next time i go out i'm making you a copy of our key," kuli concludes finally, ivory nodding in agreement.

"i support this decision fully."

"in other words, they love you and want you to come by as much as possible," yn translates swiftly. niki blinks slowly until it computes, and a wave of relief washes over him. he resists the urge to allow his shoulders to slump, finding comfort in the fact that his lost money lead to benefits in the end. yn picks up on this, casting him a sideways smile and leading him up the stairs.

"are you staying for dinner?" kuli calls from below.

"yes he is!"

"i am?" his friend blanches.

"yes, you are. trust me, you don't wanna miss kuli's cooking, it's to DIE for."

"oh, okay." riki nods, then snickers. "did he really just ask if i'm staying for dinner?"

"total mom line, right? it's in his nature at this point- there's boba, chae!" a blur of motion flits down the opposite stairwell, accompanied by the loud bang of wood against the wall as chaeri sprints at the mere mention of the group's favorite treat.

"watch the fucking door chaeri!"

"thanks ni-ki!"

yn grins fondly at his stupid friends before pulling riki into his bedroom in the closest corner, heaving a sigh. "fuck, they're a handful." he plops down on his mattress to curl up, patting the spot next to him as an indication for riki to sit with him. he's happy to oblige, though in doing so takes interest in the loaf nestled on the edge of the bed-

"your cat!" said pet perks at the exclamation, deciding to observe the newcomer. mandu lazily pads to his feet and paws the material of ni-ki's white sweatshirt a few times, and it's all he needs to approve of the new guest. he proceeds to make himself comfortable on the boy's legs. "well, shit. how am i supposed to move now?"

"easy, you don't." yn snaps a quick picture of the boy while he's distracted and goes to grasp for something on the surface of the wraparound headrest. he tosses a nintendo controller on the blankets and keeps the other, standing to set up the switch console in front. "you can turn to see better, he won't mind." gradually shifting so not to disturb the feline on his lap, ni-ki takes the time to examine his surroundings.

a long panel of stainless glass extends from wall-to-wall on his left, and yn wasn't kidding when he said he got the best view. the point oversees a vast expanse of the city, where most buildings seem tiny in comparison and cars appear to be mere dots. the walls are painted in a shade of warm beige, similar to the color yn enjoys wearing the most, and fairy lights are strung from the ceiling to give the room an even more cozy vibe. potted plants are scattered throughout, and candles can also be spotted at random. (most of them smell like coffee with some being vanilla, which explains yn's signature scent.) a massive army of plushies sit neatly at the foot of the bed, but the one that stands out most is a large black cat squishmallow; the one riki won for yn a while back. he chuckles softly at the memory.

other little additions contribute to the overall charm of yn's room. a sage green bean bag chair. a spotless, fluffy off-white rug on the ground. a small shelf of books, with an LED sign that reads-

niki practically guffaws. "pussy?! yn what the hell."

"my friend yunjin thought it'd be funny to give that to me for my birthday last year," yn snickers.

a few posters are plastered on the walls, yet they're easily dominated by the sheer amount of polaroids and photos that are pinned. riki scans over so many beaming framed faces, some familiar and some not- danielle and hanni, chaewon and kazuha, huening kai and beomgyu, soul and keeho- too much to count. but it's obvious that a particular individual pops up a lot more frequently than the rest, and he's pleasantly surprised to discover that it's his own.

"wow, i must be really important to you or something, huh?" he smirks, admiring the amount of pictures they're both in.

"no shit. what'd you expect?" yn snorts. "you're, like, my... best...bud." aww, fuck. why did i say that? he feels a strong urge to jump out the window.

ouhhhhh... ouch. the dreaded best friend zone. they say time heals all wounds, riki, but that one might take a while.

he chooses to brush it off (read: completely disregard the comment), eyeing the collection of games yn owns instead. "animal crossing, we should play animal crossing! i wanna see your island."

"sure you don't wanna play mario kart? ah, never mind actually. i'd just beat your ass either way."

"is that a fucking challenge?"

it doesn't even take two minutes for the match to quickly get heated, resulting in kuli stomping up and barging in to yell at them to shut up. it also doesn't take long for them to grow hungry and dinner's still being prepared, so they run to the closest convenience store to restock on snacks... which just so happens to be a CU.

"wow, memories." yn snorts, beelining for the drinks as they walk in.

"oh man, i forgot we met in one of these shitholes!"

"now don't disrespect the sacred CU... hey, didn't you forget how to speak to me coherently for some reason?-"

"I WAS JUST TIRED."

"alright, whatever you say."

a half hour later they've returned to the penthouse, having forsaken the nintendo and turned to netflix, particularly a show yn claims he's rewatched 5 times now. "it's fucked up in, like, the best way possible," he murmurs, settled with his head in the crook of riki's neck.

on his end, riki prays that he doesn't notice his rapid heartbeat as yn lies on his chest. don't get him wrong, he's ridiculously cozy with his neck propped up by pillows, an arm wrapped loosely around yn's waist and the sleeping cat stretched out across both their stomachs, but he has to keep reminding himself it's not a big deal not a big deal not a big deal. obviously yn initiated this with platonic intentions, there's no need to think so much of it!

somebody help the poor kid, he's down abysmal.

a knock interrupts his thought process, and chaeri opens the door. "dinner's ready." maybe it's a trick of the light, or he's just imagining it, but niki swears that for a split second the younger's eyes narrow skeptically at him, a sharp spark of distrust flashing in those dark irises. and then it's gone, replaced by the normal chill expression he usually has. yn has no idea, of course, groaning loudly.

"yeah, yeah, we'll be down in a sec." chae nods absently and exits promptly, leaving riki slightly confused.

"...okay," he mutters, once again choosing to disregard that odd look he had received. but as he starts to rise mandu suddenly wakes and presses all his weight onto him, successfully preventing him from going anywhere.

"don't move." yn demands sleepily, eyes shut in relaxation. "i'll get ivory to bring up the food, or something, just... don't move, i'm so fucking comfy."

"okay- i mean, sure. if you wanna. that's cool." if niki's voice cracks six octaves higher than normal then yn doesn't acknowledge it, only caring about his answer. he hums in satisfaction, proceeding to unpause the current alice in borderland episode they're watching.

"chishiya's hot." he remarks offhandedly, and riki blanches.

"you're so fucking random."

"well, you had hair like that before, yeah?"

"are you calling me hot?"

"no, i'm asking you a question."

so they end up bickering for the majority of the series, paying more attention to each other than the screen while fucking spooning.

but don't worry, they're just best buds! you're right ni-ki, that sounds AWFULLY platonic.

notes: CRINGE ASFFFF UHH. ALSO I DID MOT MEAN YO WRITE THIS MUCH ?! so sorry for dipping for 2 weeks IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN ON GRANDMAMMY. anywhores is it bad to be planning another fic already

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[cheolism]

for song drabbles, could you do after last night by silk sonic with mingyu? also congrats on 3k!!

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 join my 3k celebration!!

" after last night i think i'm in love with you / woke up and i can't get you out of my head / after last night i don't know what to do "

: ̗̀➛ minors do not interact

mingyu craned his head over passing students, searching for your familiar figure. he was desperate to see you, needed to see you. you were gone when he woke up, despite his protests earlier in the night that you could stay and have breakfast with him.

you had shot him a look, as if you didn't quite believe him. mingyu didn't know why you looked at him with such disdain, as if he was a man filled with tricks and lies.

"they left before you woke up," seungkwan tsked, not even looking up from his phone from beside mingyu. "i don't think they want to see you."

"they do," mingyu protested. "i have to talk to them. if i don't see them before their class then i'll just wait until after. i have to talk to them."

seungkwan snorted, side-eyeing mingyu. "really?"

"you don't understand," mingyu said.

"you're right," seungkwan shot back, pocketing his phone. "you got the person whose skirt you've been chasing for the past three months in your bed. hooray. and what? you're saying that one person was so good that you suddenly are breaking your rules?"

mingyu was quiet. he was searching for an answer, but then he saw you. mingyu dashed from seungkwan without a word, ignoring his friend's loud protests. you were beautiful, even from all that distance away. and he wanted, he wanted, he wanted.

"gyu!" a voice called out. mingyu tried to ignore it, meeting your eyes as you raised your head in response to hearing the shout. but then someone stepped between him and you, and he was forced to stop.

mingyu didn't spare them a look, trying to motion for you to stay, to stop and wait. you raised your brows back, halting your step.

"gyu!" the voice called again. he looked down. it was a girl -- melody? millie? whatever he name was. she was batting her lashes at him and grinning, so obviously happy at seeing him again. "imagine meeting you here!"

"i'm sorry," he said, as sincerely as he could. "but i'm in the middle of something."

"it's okay!" she chimed, teeth bright as she smiled. "i was just wondering when you were going to answer my text? i've been wanting to see you again, gyu."

he looked up. you were turning your back, walking past him. mingyu panicked, and he tried to shove past the woman. she wrapped her hand around his arm, stopping him. "gyu, please! i can't stop thinking about you! just let me take you out on a date, yeah? i know you said it isn't your thing, but --"

mingyu, as gently as he could, took her hand off of him. "sorry. i'm busy."

he looked back up, eyes darting over the clearing, frantic.

but you were gone.

#katie: 3k celebration #katie: writing #mingyu #svt

[sttoru]

Girly idk how I wasn't following you still, tumblr isn't stupid, I'm sorry that you are feeling on the outskirts of the fandom as well. You are a wonderful person and writer, and I'm glad you’ve been growing as you have been. You deserve so much more love!! 💕

It does make me feel like there is something wrong with me or like in off putting when i see several big blogs talking to each other, boosting each other. But then I drop in, just say hi to be friendly, only to be ignored. When they are literally responding to various anons or other people.

It seems like they want to talk to everyone else but me. Which has me feeling like I'm in the wrong, I'm bothersome and unwanted in the fandom space. They don't have to talk to me, but my feelings are still gonna be hurt at being shunned by 90% of the blogs I try to interact with.

It does kill my motivation since I don't want to be seen as someone who just posts. I want to be seen as a friend and someone to talk to.

I understand that some people get along better than others. But damn so many people are having this problem it seems like. It's boiling down to popular blogs like other popular blogs, boost other popular blogs and they stay the main people in the fandom eyes whole everyone sits quietly in the side just wanting to be partly including

Feel free to rant right back if need be. Cause I get needing to get this shit off your chest, cause I sure as hell needed to

hiii feyyy !!! dwww, it’s all good :> thank u sm for ur nice words aaaaaaa u r as well, one of the writers on here that i respect 4 their hard work !

gonna vent a bit haha need to get some things off my chest too like u said;

i get ur first point!! it sucks rlly. especially when you are the first one reaching out (which takes a lot of courage, especially for someone socially awkward like me lol) and then it hurts DOUBLE because you get ignored. i get ittttt rlly. for me, i always try to reply ppl even if im a bit late because im either thinking of a proper response or am distracted or busy , but i never intentionally ignore anyone interacting with me. i know some ppl on here do bcs they don’t feel entitled to respond to comments or anons or whatev, which is like ? ok. but if it’s someone just being friendly and complimenting you / your work … it’s not hard to reply w a form of gratitude . some rlly think they’re celebrities on here and it needs to stop

and it’s understandable and totally valid to feel like you’re being shunned and unwanted by people you just want to befriend , only for them to ignore you / not interact with you but with everyone else :/ it sucks and ppl don’t seem to realise that it could hurt other’s feelings. i hope you know that you’re not unwanted tho! those people are just… idk, a bit weird (ofc im only talking abt people who INTENTIONALLY ignore others)

findjng a friend on tumblr with the same interest is like a chore. you either click instantly or you think you do, only for it to be fore 2 interactions max and then you go back to ignoring each other basically on dash

AND YOUR LAST POINTS!! so true. its that the more popular blogs just stick together and help each other out when ??? there are smaller blogs of writers / artists just sittng in the sidelines like ‘ok so what do i have to do to gain traction if the people with a bit of bigger platforms are totally ignoring me & my works’

it’s actually tiring. ofc, me having 3k followers — i am suuuuper grateful, not complaining much, but i also know how it feels. my notifications are super dry except for mainly likes, my dms are like a desert, inbox is 98% only of anons who drop requests and then leave without leaving anything else. no one to talk to, except for people who leave a comment every once in a while :/

like u may think bcs i have decent following i actually gain more interactions? not rlly. only likes & sometimes reblogs w tags. that’s all really, i don’t really have anyone on here who i consider a close online friend (as much as this sounds sad & cringy LMAOO) but its tiring to see everyone be so close to each other on dash while im on the side like ‘how nice it must be to get that much interaction’

& im sure there are people who r gonna say ‘just interact with them’ I DO and i either get left on read or they respond dryly / or i don’t get the same energy back. bcs sometimes im reluctant to reach out first because it always ends up w me taking the initiative & i end up looking desperate to get an interaction with a mutual LOL

anyways thinking abt this tumblr writing community makes my head ache bcs of all the things ive seen and experienced on here (also on my prev account which i had for 2 years)

#𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. #ANYWAYS……. this was a long vent #thank u fey xoxo #i can rant abt this for hours on end on a vc i think #and go in depth #tis crazy

[minhoskofi]

chapter 12: lovers or enemies

warnings: smut, edging (again lol), unprotected!sex, so..much..tension..

word count: 3k

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As you walked together, the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air, begging to be released. Byounggon broke the silence first, his voice tentative yet filled with a sense of urgency.

"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately," he began, his eyes focused on the path ahead. "About us, and what went wrong..."

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Me too," you admitted softly, unable to meet his gaze.

Byounggon stopped walking, turning to face you with a mixture of sadness and determination in his eyes. "Honestly…. I just feared that I wasn’t good enough for you, that you’d betray me for someone better, and-"

Your heart ached at his words, knowing all too well the depth of his insecurities as you interrupted him, "Byounggon, you are more than enough," you assured him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Don’t you ever doubt that."

He gave you a small, grateful smile, but the weight of his doubts still lingered. "It's just... I couldn't shake off that feeling for the longest time," he admitted. "And I let that fear consume me, I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you closer.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you listened to his confession, the raw honesty of his words breaking down the walls around your heart. "I’m sorry I made you feel that way ," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I really am."

He took a step closer to you. "I’m sorry too, for not trusting you," he whispered, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "And I'm so sorry for pushing you away."

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. "Can’t we figure it out?," you asked, your voice muffled against his shirt. "Together?"

As Byounggon pulled up in front of your apartment building, the air felt charged with tension again, thick. You could feel the weight of Byounggon's gaze on you, his eyes searching yours for answers.

Finally, you gathered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper against the backdrop of the night. "Do you want to come in?" you asked, the words hanging in the air. A promise of what could be.

Byounggon's expression softened at your invitation, a flicker of hope lighting up his eyes amidst the uncertainty. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation. "You sure that's a good idea?"

You chuckled. “What could go wrong?”

You led the way up to your apartment in a comfortable silence. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar surroundings enveloped you like a warm embrace.

Byounggon followed you inside, his eyes scanning the room as if taking in every detail. "It feels strange being back here," he mumbled.

You nodded in understanding, feeling a pang of sadness at the reminder of what once was. "Yeah, it does," you agreed as you sank down onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

Byounggon took a seat beside you, the space between you filled with tension and longing. You turned to face him, the sadness in his eyes reflecting your own. "I know I’ve apologized a gazillion times now but, I'm sorry. Again," you said softly, "For not being able to make you see how much you meant to me. If we could only get past th-”

“Giving you another chance - it scares me, you know? You scare me.”

Byounggon's words weighed heavily on your heart as you gazed into his soft brown eyes full of fear of the possibility of getting hurt again.

"I know," you replied softly, your voice barely audible. "Believe me, I'm fucking scared too. The thought of losing you for good... it terrifies me."

"I want to believe that things can be different this time," he echoed amidst the quiet of the room. "But I'm afraid of getting my hopes up, only to have them dashed once again."

You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, the warmth of your touch seeping into his skin like a balm. "I get it," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "I'm not asking you to forget what happened or to pretend like everything's okay. I just... I want the chance to try again, to rebuild what we had, even if it's one small step at a time."

Byounggon's gaze softened at your words, a flicker of hope reigniting in his eyes. "Honestly, I want that too, y/n" he admitted, his voice was tinged with longing. "But I don’t think I’ve completely processed everything, or worked through all my fears and doubts. I don’t want them getting it our way again."

You nodded again, a sense of relief flooding through you at his raw honesty. "I'm not going anywhere, Gon. I can wait."

With that, you both sank into the silence of the room, the weight of the conversation hanging heavy in the air.  But there was also an even heavier tension crackling, thickening with each passing heartbeat. Byounggon's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying, his warmth seeping into your skin like a gentle flame.

Without realizing it, your fingers grazed against his, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. His hand twitched ever so slightly at the touch.

You found yourselves drawn closer, the space between you diminishing until there's barely a breath of air separating your bodies. 

Would you dare? Or would he dare? To take another step?

Byounggon's gaze flickered down to your lips, his own hovering tantalizingly close. The temptation to bridge the gap between you was almost overwhelming, the desire to taste the sweetness of his kiss nearly consuming you.

It became unbearable. The voice of reason faded into the background, drowned out by an overwhelming pull of desire and longing. Your breaths mingled in the space between your lips.

With a barely audible whisper, Byounggon's voice broke the silence. "Am I reading this wrong?" he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. As he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, he continued with, "Please... push me away if I am. 'Cause I'm dying to kiss you right now."

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting his in a searing kiss. You hesitated at first, pulling back soon after, uncertain. Byounggon's hand cupped your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek as he pulled you back in.

His hand moved to your bottom lip, his touch light and tentative as he ran his thumb along the fullness of it. He closed the space between your lips, again, a slow, open-mouthed kiss that was filled with hesitation, longing, desire and more.

With every touch and movement of his lips, you could feel the emotions and memories flooding back. You both pulled away for a breath, looking at each other with a mix of uncertainty and desire.

But before any words could be exchanged, Byounggon pulled you into another kiss. This time, with the hesitation gone. The kiss became more urgent and passionate. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling ever so slightly at the strands, as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he was afraid to let you go.

His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. The desire to feel the warmth of his body grew, and without much thinking, you straddled him. Byounggon's hands roamed your body, and the familiar touch sent shivers down your spine.

But then, just before losing all control, "Wait," he stopped, pulling away slightly, "is this right? Are you sure?” he asked, almost, rhetorically, his voice filled with uncertainty. You paused, looking into his eyes. “I don't know,” you admitted. “But I do know that it feels so damn right.”

Without another word, Byounggon pulled you in. His lips were hot and demanding against yours, his tongue parting them, slipping into your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless. 

You melted into him, your own tongue dancing with his in a heated tango. A low moan escaped your lips as his hands grabbed onto your hips, pushing you down on him, “I want you so bad right now,” he hissed, his teeth grazed your bottom lip, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. His teeth nipped at your lip, then moved to your jawline, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your skin.

You couldn't get enough of him, and you felt his desire match yours. His hands that never stopped roaming all over your body, ignited every nerve ending in their wake. You let out a gasp as his hand slid under your shirt, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

With each kiss, you became more and more lost in the moment, the world around you fading away as all that mattered was the heat between your bodies. You moved against him, the fire between you only growing with each touch.

And then, as if in a daze, you both pulled away, breathless and desperate for air.

"I know it's wrong but, can I ask you to stay tonight?" you whispered into his lips in a silent plea.

Byounggon's brows furrowed as he looked at you, surprised by your request.

"I..." he began, his voice wavering with uncertainty, "I don't know if that's a very good idea." He knew he should resist, that giving in to the temptation of spending the night with you would only complicate things further. But with you sitting on top of him, your bodies so close and the weight of your words hanging in the air, he just couldn't.

Byounggon let out a sigh before finally nodding his head. "Okay. But just for tonight." 

Your face lit up with a smile as you leaned in for yet another kiss. Byounggon's hands slid up your back, pulling you close.

Impulsively, you whispered, “Let's go to my room.”

Byounggon's eyes widened at the bold statement, his growing erection quite evident against your thigh. He wasn't sure if this was the right decision, but his body was obviously screaming for you. Without a word, he stood up, pulling you with him as he made his way to your bedroom.

Upon entering the comforting darkness of the room, Byounggon couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed you hard against the door, capturing your lips again. Your hands tangled in his hair as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his him. Every push of his hips into yours sent waves of pleasure through your body and you could feel the heat between your legs growing with each passing second as you gripped onto his shoulders.

Without breaking the kiss, Byounggon pushed you onto the bed, his hands running down your figure, caressing every curve and dip. You felt the warmth of his body press flush against you, soft lips tracing wet kisses down your neck. Your heart raced as he slowly undressed you, taking his time to savor every inch of your skin. 

His hand trailed down your stomach, stopping just above your core, where you were already soaking wet with need.

He looked up at you with a wicked smirk, before gently running his finger over your clothed folds, eliciting a shiver from your body. Byounggon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “Missed me that bad?”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips as he continued to tease you, his finger circling your clit but never touching it directly. You bucked your hips in frustration, desperate for more contact, but Byounggon just chuckled and moved his hand away.

“Goni, please,” you begged, your voice filled with desire. “I need you.”

He grinned and slowly pulled down your panties, his eyes never leaving yours. He spread your legs and settled between them, his hot breath teasing your already sensitive folds. You moaned as he ran his tongue through your folds, teasingly avoiding your clit.

Each lick sent waves of pleasure through your body, but just as you felt yourself getting closer, Byounggon pulled back, making you groan in frustration, but before you could say anything, he slid two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as his thumb rubbed over your clit in slow circles.

Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as your breathing became more erratic. Byounggon's pace never faltered, his fingers moving in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. You could feel yourself getting close again, and so could the man between your legs. He stopped completely.

“For fuck’s sake, Byounggon,”' you panted, lifting your hips off the bed in search of more.

Byounggon leaned back, his gaze fixed on your soaked core. “Not yet,” he said, his voice husky with desire, while undoing his belt. “I want to watch myself fuck you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of him watching you in the throes of pleasure sent another wave of arousal through you. Byounggon positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds before slowly sliding inside.

You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, but he didn’t move, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips moved hungrily against yours as he started to move, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, maddening pace.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside you, but Byounggon's pace didn't change. He continued to move in and out of you at that same slow, torturous pace, his eyes never fixed on where your bodies connected.

You could feel the coil of pleasure building inside you, but he showed no signs of speeding up. Instead, he took his time, savoring every moment as he watched himself fucking you.

“Gon, I’m begging you,” you moaned, your voice filled with desperation. “I need to come.”

"There's my good girl, begging me," he finally picked up his pace, pounding into you with a force that left you seeing stars. You lost yourself in the pleasure, unable to think as he continued to fuck you senseless.

Byounggon's grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you, making you moan out his name here and there. The sound of your voice drove him wild. You wrapped your legs around him, successfully pulling him in deeper. He responded by bringing one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him even more access.

Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. Byounggon's name fell from your lips like a prayer as you felt yourself getting closer to absolute heaven.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Byounggon reached down and started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The combined stimulation pushed you over the edge, your body trembling as you came undone around him.

Byounggon continued to move, drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own. With a few more thrusts, he finally reached his own release, spilling inside you with a groan.

Both, panting and sweaty, Byounggon collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours. He leaned down to kiss you tenderly, whispering soft words of love and admiration.

As you both laid in bed, limbs tangled together, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of your breaths. Your skin was still flushed and damp with sweat, and you could feel the pleasant ache in your muscles.

Byounggon turned to face you, his hand caressing your cheek gently. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

You nod, a small smile forming on your lips. “More than okay,” you replied, looking into his warm brown eyes. Despite being exes… for now, there was no denying the connection between you.

He leaned in again as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, before pulling back and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'm glad."

You both laid in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peacefulness and comfort of each other's embrace. It was strange, being with him again like this after all this time, but it felt right.

“I missed you,” Byounggon whispered, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, surprised by his confession. “I missed you too,” you admitted, your heart swelling with emotions.

He leaned in for another kiss, this one more passionate and longing than the last. As you both got lost in each other's embrace once again, you couldn't help but feel like maybe this was a spark of hope, a hope for a second chance.

As you lay entwined together in your bed, the gentle rise and fall of Byounggon's chest beneath your hand lulled you into a sense of peace you hadn't felt in months. In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, you traced the lines of Byounggon's face with gentle fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory.

And, for tonight, he was yours, and you were his.

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[p-antomime]

Hello! Your works are so good, each one of them are well written and I really adore your writting style and I could very much say that you're one of the writers that I admire that it makes me wanna go back to writing once again!

But here's the thing, I told myself a few months ago that I will no longer go back to writing after basically telling myself that writing seems to not suit me after seeing the quality of the works ao3 and tumblr have, guess you could say I automatically compared my writings on the go despite not having as much experience as you guys have, yikes.

If I were to assess the level of writing I have, just average honestly, it's not bad but it's quite plain and my skills in explaining the scenario really doesn't have the dramatic effect like how most of the well known writers here in tumblr have.

It wasn't like I'm jealous of people such as yourself but just deemed myself not fit for writing after seeing the works on this platform.

In conclusion I'm so conflicted if I want to try writing again or just stay true to my word and just stay as a reader.

The purpose of me writing this to you is to ask for your point of view of what you would do if you're in this exact situation as of the moment.

I'm really sorry if I sounded so dramatic when it's literally just about writing fanfics but in those times that I spent time writing fics was quite enjoyable and stressful at the same time since english isn't my first language and sadly, even at the age of 20s is still isn't fluent at it, I had to admit but my vocabulary sure is small and it frustrated me when I couldn't give justice to idea I had in mind.

What a long message, again I'm sorry but if you do find interest in answering this and thus encourage me to go back, would you please tell me some tips on how to broaden my vocabulary? I do read fanfics regularly but it seems like i easily forget the new words I encounter despite telling myself that I'll keep these words in mind, what a bummer.

Don't be pressured to answer this though, I would totally understand if you feel uncomfortable to reply! ♥️

baby, let's go in parts because i feel like more than tips, you're now needing some comforts words towards your writing and the act per se of writing, ok? so, my answer i'll be under the read more cut, since it'll be pretty long and i don't wanna be the mutual on other dash to be narrowing it up.

writing is not something you are born knowing and, for this reason, I don't believe there is such a thing as having the inherent gift of the human being to write, you know? i say this every time someone comes to ask me for advice on this cuz I know very well what it is like to look at other people's writing and think that yours is not at the same level and, by the way: it is not necessary for your writing to be at the level of others because literary and writing levelings are subjective and depend a lot on the proposal of your text, y'know?

that being said, you first need to recognize your limits when it comes to writing. you need to recognize first of all if you are, for example, a fast writer (who, for example, can write 3K+ in less than two hours) or a slightly slower writer, if you are a writer with more difficulty in the descriptive part of scenarios, characterization or even dialogues; all of this is important for you to feel happy and, above all, comfortable with your writing.

and, finally, now talking about tips related to vocabularies, as I don't know for sure what kind of student-writer (I'm using this expression here because the act of writing is also the act of studying) you are (for example, if you are a student who learns more from theory or practice or previous experience), I'll tell you some tips that my teacher used to give me in high school and I think you'll be able to see which one is the best for you!

Develop the habit of reading, but not necessarily books because vocabulary (especially for dialogs) is not really found in edited and published books only, but also in written variants, like a simple virtual newspaper or even an exchange of tweets on Twitter, considering that reading is the result, obviously of something written that was previously something spoken and because it is something spoken present in an interpersonal process (involving more than one person) it is directly linked to the process of oral speech, which is a living cycle of change, vocabularies change constantly and, therefore, you need to understand that, if you want to be a writer, you will need to change accordingly without losing your essence itself.

Use a dictionary and/or virtual synonyms pages; and I know it may seem humiliating to have to look up words in these types of media, I know this because a good portion of writers are extremely proud and, although I don't see this type of problem in you, I still believe that it is important sometimes to give up the position of writer to become just a student and then go back to being a writer, you know?

Play word games, like crossword puzzles for example and I know this tip here may seem very childish, when my teacher told me this when I was about 15, I was like: girl, you've got to be kidding me, but! But! I can assure you that it helps SO MUCH, it helps so much that even today I do crossword puzzles and you can choose to do them either in English (which is your goal, in this case) or in your native language and then try to translate the words into ENG.

finally, I would like to say that I am extremely happy that I somehow made you even think about writing again because, for me, it means that my writing inspired someone and that is exactly my main goal. when i started writing on tumblr, I didn't even know that i'd spend almost a year here and, well… look where we are now!

i think it's also valid for me to tell you that 1. don't feel sad or humiliated for not being fluent even though you have more than twenty years, the fluency process is difficult, tiring and, above all, takes willpower, but it's not impossible and much less something that you should spend your whole life in and 2. if somehow the tips help you, which I hope they do, and you get back to writing, it would be an honor to try to help you in any other subject you need; and I say this from the bottom of my heart and soul !

#(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) — kiki's answer ​ᵎ

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Boruto What Did You Do! by PeachCandyWrappers

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Adventure, Naruto U., Boruto U., Sarada U., Mitsuki, Words: 3k+, Favs: 53, Follows: 67, Published: Nov 14, 2016

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A/N:

This fanfiction is an AU, I am well aware that the original Boruto hasn't unlocked the byakugan yet but in this fanfiction i'm saying that Hinata and Hiashi trained him in both the gentle fist and helped him work with his byakugan. Also he has pale eyes like regular Hyuugas not Naruto's eyes. Also I'm writing this AU so the time is set before the movie. I've watched the movie and I think I died of second hand embarrassment over the fuck shit Boruto did during the chunin exams. Shikadai ftw.

Anyway you know the deal, none of this other than the writing itself belongs to me.

There were very few things that Boruto hated more than the phrase, "Sorry Bolt, Tou-san has work to do." It was aggravating, infuriating, and every time it was uttered it made him want to choke someone. Which was why he had taken every ounce of anger he had and shoved it into his training, in secret. Oh he knew there was no way he wasn't stalked by ANBU every time he left the house but no one other than the ANBU and his family (to an extent) knew of his training. Not even Konohamaru-sensei.

So when he was forced to spend the entire day doing D-ranks, he was more than ready to shove all his quickly building anger into training. Did he have anger issues? Quite possibly, however he didn't really care, it's not like he was going to go see the Yamanaka for something that motivated him to train. He was almost bursting at the seams trying to dash to training ground 42, a training ground that was avoided like the plague due to some superstitious rumor about the shinigami themself dragging you into hell. Bullshit to that, it was perfect for training without being interrupted. But as of the present, he wasn't there yet. He was still ignoring the droning of his father's shadow clone, assigning the latest Team 7 their new D-rank. He shifted his eyes a little, scoffing inwardly at Sarada's star struck look. Really, in his opinion Sarada's obsession with his father was a fool's quest and sort've creepy for that matter. His eyes then landed on Mitsuki, whose golden eyes sparkled with amusement at his dismissive attitude toward his father. Boruto raised a single eyebrow in questioning. Mitsuki shook his head, the action unnoticable if you weren't actively searching for a response.

Boruto left with his team, emotionlessly weeding the garden, robotically picking out the items assigned from the grocery store, and dispassionately marching up a tree to grab the escaped cat (thankfully not Tora). His pale eyes were detached and looked dead, his body was almost moving instinctively at this point.

"Oi, Bolt, what's wrong with you today? You're acting like Uncle Sai but worse." Sarada punched him lightly in the shoulder, a teasing grin decorating her face. Mitsuki leaned in, "He's probably distracted by that girl we saw at the supermarket, I think I heard Sensei wolf whistle." he stated with a placid smile on his face.

Sarada whipped around, incredulity written on her face, "Nani?! What girl? Sensei wolf whistled?" Mitsuki shrugged, and chuckled lightly when Sensei flicked the back of his head.

"That's enough of that Mitsuki." he chided jokingly, a small blush on his face as he looked away.

"Ha ha very funny," Boruto scoffed, walking away from the team in the opposite direction of training ground 42.

"Wait where are you going! We still need to report to the Hokage after a finished mission!" Sarada called after him.

"The clone won't care whether i'm there or not, you guys can go on your own." he yelled over his shoulder, his hands behind his head in a uncaring manner. Inside him however, he was practically raging. He was beyond ticked off, his anger had just kept building after this morning's lecture on the importance of D-rank missions. He really needed to blow off some steam, and fast.

"Ah young master, would you be interested in our newest product? It lets you copy any jutsu-"

"Yeah that's great, whatever." the fuck off was implied. He should've just traveled by rooftop, no pesky advertising civilians there. Slipping into a vacated alleyway, he walked up the walls and quickly sprinted with all he had across the roofs of Konoha. He wasn't in the mood to play, he wasn't before and he wasn't now.

Finally arriving in his training ground, he quickly did his stretches, making sure he didn't pull a muscle during training. Slipping naturally into the rigid form of the gentle fist, he burst into movement, mentally mapping out all 361 of the tenketsu points that the robot dummy didn't have. He rarely used the gentle fist when venting his anger because he needed a near surgical amount of chakra control and focus, something that didn't come easily to him. However logically, if he practiced the gentle fist while he was angry, he would get experience on keeping his emotions in check and focusing with internal distractions. That being said, as the gentle fist taijutsu style was practically a glorified poking fest, it was not in anyway satisfying unless he was against a real person. He set himself to practice one hour of gentle fist, and then he would practice his kaiten.

Kaiten, a technique passed down only between the members of the main house, and luckily enough he was considered an honorary main house member thanks to his mother's insistence. Surprisingly, his grandfather didn't hate him. Sure, his way of showing affection was by gut loading him with jutsus and techniques. But Boruto wasn't complaining at all, in fact he got along quite well with his grandfather if he did say so himself. They played Go, Shogi, and had tea together when he had the time. He was currently in the process of learning the eight trigrams and according to his grandfather his progress was adequate enough to receive a brand new set of shuriken and kunai. Now that he thought about it… it was actually kind of sad to receive more attention from your grandfather than your own father.

The fastest recorded speed of the Kaiten was 1200 km/h (745.6 mph) as of now he was too slow. He needed to be faster, it was crucial for nearly all of his techniques, including the eight trigrams. Hell, he was so desperate he went to Lee-san once.

Never again.

He shuddered at the remembrance of the kill-me-now shade of green and orange that he wore. Add that color to spandex? And you get the love child of Satan and a carrot.

Quickly shaking his head to rid himself of his thoughts he went deeper into the forest that Training Ground 42 provided. His aim was to hopefully increase the range of his byakugan as he could only see about 50 to 60 meters, 70 if he was pushing it. His mother could see almost 10 kilometers. It was absolutely mind blowing how far her range was. A small, childish part of him was filled with jealousy but then he was reminded of how his mother went through all the shit she did and suddenly his jealousy left him.

Activating his byakugan, his world once again turned into headache inducing grayscale and blue. He was about to go and practice hitting tenketsu points on the boar he saw to the west, however a shimmering glimmer to the east caught his attention.

"What in kami's name..." he mumbled as he ran toward the shine, extremely wary as to what had caught his attention.

"No way." he breathed in disbelief as he got closer and it was a rock, shining chakra. He would've noticed if it was a person disguised as a rock, and even then it was extremely hard to be disguised as an object the size of a tennis ball. He stopped at a good distance from the rock, wary of fuinjutsu traps. It was the only other explanation to the chakra on the rock. However why would anyone put a seal on a rock in the middle of a barely used training ground? I snagged a nearby squirrel and chucked it at the rock. Cruel, yes, but better it then him. The squirrel chattered angrily and scampered away unharmed.

Cocking his head to the side in obvious confusion Boruto inched closer and closer, ready to spring at any moment. Annoyance coursed through him in the form of a tic mark on his forehead, where were the damn ANBU when you needed them? He tucked his hand into his sleeve and grabbed the rock carefully, making sure not to have skin contact with the potentially dangerous rock. Taking a closer look, his eyes widened at the intricate golden carvings lacing through the shiny blue rock. It was beautiful, complex and elegant in every way. Taking out a handkerchief that Kaa-san had embroidered for him, he wrapped it and tucked it in the ninja pouch around his leg.

Only to forget it's very existence.

=========time skip 2 months==========

"I'm enrolling you brats in the next chunin exams." Sensei declared dramatically, gripping Boruto in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Sensei! Get off me dattebasa!" he shouted indignantly. Sarada snickered,

"You look like a baby chicken with his feathers ruffled." she commented smugly.

"Fuck off Salad." he shot back with no real heat behind it. Mitsuki simply smiled while Sarada puffed up in anger.

"Don't call me-" she started, however Konohamaru-sensei had (thankfully) shut her up by clearing his throat.

"Ahem, anyway the exams are in two weeks," he crossed his arms in a challenging position, "I don't expect a ragtag group like you guys to get promoted, hell I doubt you all will make it to the third stage."

Mitsuki's golden eyes glinted dangerously at the dare, while Boruto positively bristled. Sarada however, stepped forward with her arms cross in a mirror position to her sensei's.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see, won't we." Her onyx eyes were steeled with determination and her could've sworn that he saw flames flickering in her eyes.

Sensei smirked, leaning down to her eye level.

"I guess so."

Boruto fell back, sweating heavily. A wide grin split across his face as he fell back into the ground with a proud laugh.

"I did it! I fucking did it dattebasa!"

He pumped his arm into the air, a victorious 'whoop' leaving his lips. He was dirty, sweaty, bloody, and chakra depleted but he had finally succeeded in performing the Kaiten.

If possible, his smile stretched further, with one thought going through his head.

'Watch out shitty old man, you won't know what hit you.'

As his vision faded into darkness he vaguely noted an ANBU agent above him.

"The chunin exams will now begin. Everyone who is participating please join the rest of the participants in the center." The announcer's disgustingly happy voice sounded through the area. Boruto cringed at the grating sound, it was so obviously fake that he wanted to puke.

"Here we go" Sarada smiled nervously, breathing deeply to calm herself. Mitsuki seemed as calm as ever as he walked on Sarada's left. Boruto was walking on her right, wordlessly handing her a bottle of cold water. She nodded gratefully, taking a swing and tossing it back.

"Every genin team will stand together on the side that they believe is the correct answer. " Sai-san explained, shooting his hand up to draw attention to the screen which flashed the question,

"In the fifth volume of the "Shinobi Strategist Detective Story", True or False, the passwords in volume 5 are as follows:"

"Moon is day, Mountain is river, and Flower is Nectar."

Boruto scrunched his face up in confusion, "The first round of the chunin exams is to answer a true or false question about so no name book that nobody has ever heard of or read?"

Sarada looked at him seriously, "Boruto, which answer do you think my father would choose?"

"Eh?" he asked, confused by the sudden question, "I don't really talk that often with Mr. Sasuke but he's kind've the unconventional type so I'm assuming false. What's with the question?"

"I'm going to be Hokage someday, and in order to do that i'll have to be different from my father." Sarada looked him straight in the eyes, her own obsidian orbs burning with sheer willpower.

"So we'd go with true." Mitsuki chimed in, already on his way toward the platform reserved for those who thought true was the correct answer.

Boruto sweatdropped, "Sheesh flipping a coin would've gotten us a more logical answer than that." he muttered.

"What was that?!" Sarada yelled back from her position in front of him.

"Nothing, nothing."

"The answer to the question was..."

The screen rapidly flipped between x and o, only to land on both. In a split second, the ground beneath them ripped and all the contestants fell in the massive pit. Thinking fast, Boruto quickly channeled chakra to his hands and feet, managing to catch himself at the last moment, allowing Sarada to grab onto both Mitsuki and himself with her ninja wire. Peering down below him, he saw that the bottom was layered in a pool of black ink, covering the unfortunate souls who fell.

"That was close." he breathed, chuckling lightly from the unexpected adrenaline rush. Sarada hummed in agreement, staring down into the black ink below.

The second trial was capture the flag but with weapons and ninjutsu. Everything was allowed except for leaving the enclosed area.

"Sarada, stay and guard our flag, call us if you need backup. I'll go scout for a flag with Mitsuki." Sarada opened her mouth to argue but Boruto activated his byakugan, making a silent point. She backed off reluctantly, huffing slightly.

"Let's head north, there's an average chakra signature there and there doesn't seem to be any backup nearby."

"We're counting on you Sarada." Mitsuki commented.

"Sarada! Three enemies to your 6 o'clock-" Boruto yelled into the headset, warning her of the enemies.

"Mitsuki!" Boruto gave a silent request to his white haired partner, who was already heading back to give her support.

"I'll handle the retrieval, Sarada hang in there until Mitsuki gets back."

"Yeah, yeah! I got this, there's no reason to be so upset-" the sound of metal clashing against metal. "It's just three-" more metal clashes and yells, "Idiots from the hidden mist!"

Boruto gnawed on his teeth but relaxed as he saw Mitsuki return. Muting his headset to sneak up on the opposing nin, he crouched behind the broken vent. Thankfully it wasn't a Konoha genin so the flag was fair game. To be fair, the guy probably deserved to have his flag taken, the failure of a ninja didn't even notice Boruto was there. He shot forward, sweeping the guy from behind, only to have him jump. It was some no name Iwa nin.

"Argh! What the-" Boruto shot forward again, aiming for the tenketsu point on the back of his knee. As the tap landed, the Iwa nin let out a howl of pain, his right leg locking up and refusing to move.

"Fuck! You son of a bitch that fucking hurt!" his opponent slashed and hacked at Boruto with his tanto. Boruto dodged and weaved, finally hitting the pressure point at the base of the neck and forcing the Iwa nin unconscious.

"Che, that was pathetic." the scoffed unmuting his headset and heading back towards home base with a red flag in hand.

"I take it you have the flag?" Sarada's voice sounded from the other side.

"That's right, how's it going on your side?" Boruto asked.

"Can't you just see it with your byakugan?" Sarada muttered unhappily.

"Just because you can't use the sharingan as well as I can my byakugan doesn't give you a right to vent on me." he smirked, his voice light and teasing.

"Aren't you two getting along just fabulously, like an old married couple." Mitsuki deadpanned.

"Shut up Mitsuki." they hissed synonymously.

"Would you look at that," Boruto mused, "I'm up against Shikadai." Sarada looked at the match board and whistled sympathetically.

"That's not going to be easy, he's the smartest kid in our generation." she patted him on the shoulder, "Good luck Bolt, I bet he can't even back out of the exams like he wants to because the Godaime Kazekage is watching."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah good luck."

"The match between Nara Shikadai and Uzumaki Boruto will begin in 3, 2, 1, HAJIME!"

Boruto launched forward, immediately falling into the gentle fist style like usual. His byakugan was on full force and he was fully aware of all the streaks of shadows snaking towards him.

"Did your mom make you do this?" Boruto asked, pity coloring his voice.

"Don't you know it." Shikadai grumbled, spiking the shadows upwards. "It's even worse because apparently both my uncles are gambling on this match."

Boruto danced around the spikes, trying to get closer to the Nara child. "Gaara-san gambles?" incredulity was clearly written on his whiskered face.

"Like you wouldn't believe." Shikadai was almost whining at this point.

"Man that sucks, sorry about that." Boruto was nearly there, but it was incredibly difficult to corner someone in a round arena.

"I wouldn't pity me if I were you, I heard both your dad and you grandfather-" Shikadai dodged a volley of kunai, "gambled on your win."

Boruto nearly tripped and fell, allowing the shadows to edge dangerously close, "Grandfather gambled?!"

Shikadai shrugged, sending doton pillars toward the two whiskered child. "That's what I heard from my dad." Boruto ran up the pillars and used them as a platform to rocket toward the pineapple haired kid, who kept jumping back, putting distance between the two. Boruto smirked as he saw the shadows edging in on him from all sides. This was the perfect chance!

"KAITEN!"

The moment Shikadai and Bolt started the casual conversation about their relatives gambling, multiple faces palms and sweat drops were spread across the audience. Including one Hiashi Hyuuga who tried as hard as he could to edge away from both his daughter's accusing stares in the most dignified manner possible. The same could be said for the two sand brothers who could feel Temari's heated glares hitting them. Shikamaru ran a tired hand over his face,

"Goddammit Shikadai." he groaned. Naruto, who had his head buried in his hands gave an agreeing moan of despair.

"KAITEN!"

Every single person watching went completely rigid as they watched the son of the Nanadaime Hokage perform a technique not normally accessible until high chunin or jounin at least. Jaws dropped as they saw Boruto spin in a ball of chakra, deflecting every single strand of shadows and zoom towards Shikadai.

"Kaiten? Hinata taught him the Kaiten?!" Naruto slammed his hands on the railing, his voice tight as he was forcefully reminded of Neji. All the Hyuuga in the audience nearly lost their composure as some of the less composed members cheered and hollered in approval.

Hiashi sat back, a proud smile on his face as Hanabi had the widest grin since her sister's wedding.

"Neji-niisan" Hinata whispered happily, her matching pale eyes laden with tears.

"Holy shit..." Sarada whispered, and Mitsuki couldn't help but agree.

Shikadai's eyes widened considerably, scrambling to get out of the way of the spinning ball of destruction.

"Boruto! I surrender!" he yelled, almost collapsing in relief when Boruto slowed to a stop, panting heavily.

Boruto stopped, almost depleted of chakra when he jerked back as the blue stone from earlier flung out of his pouch powered by the momentum left behind from the Kaiten. Instinctively, he reached out to grab it only to realise his mistake as time slowed down.

"AAAHHHHHGGG!"

Hot, liquid pain coursed through every single one of his nerves as he screamed. Bright, glowing gold invaded his vision as he felt almost as if he was getting ripped apart atom by atom. Vaguely he could feel someone grab onto him and scream his name but he was far from the point of focusing on anything other than the agony he was being forced into. Unconsciousness was bliss for him as he greedily welcomed Morpheus' embrace.

Everything happened in a split second, when Shikadai surrendered Naruto was ready to cheer and rub his victory into Gaara's face. Only to be cut off by the most pained scream he had ever heard in his life. Well, that may not be true however he was nearly driven insane by the scream. His son, his flesh and blood, someone who he had sworn to protect in anyway possible, screaming in pain like that. He didn't even know what was happening. Boruto was glowing and writhing on the ground. Naruto let out an agonized yell as he saw in closer detail that his son was disintegrating into a shower of gold dust.

"BORUTO!" he screamed as he leaped over the railing and shot toward his son as fast as possible, Sarada was already at his side trying to get rid of whatever he was holding onto.

"Sarada don't touch him!" Mitsuki yelled as his extended arm tried to drag Sarada back.

In a yellow flash and golden sparkles, the Nanadaime Hokage and the genin of team 7 were gone.

And everything erupted into pandemonium.

#boruto fanfiction

[fatebreaking-a]

☀️

I like how this is literally indecipherable on desktop, so I had to go onto my phone (where it was still indecipherable) and then open it in safari to figure out which one this was.

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

It’s this one and not the other one right above it that also looks like a sun.

Emoticons, man.

Well, that was fun and all but- rp pet peeves. Stuff under the cut. Pour one out for the entire community, because I’m about to take a pound of flesh from everyone.

There’s a lot of stuff in here that boils down to just being a good writing partner and all that, trying to advance the action in a natural way, and so on… and I think a lot of it can boil down to either a lack of awareness or a lack of experience. People get better at writing by writing, so I find it hard to really be frustrated and stay frustrated by someone who falls into some of these pitfalls. So you’ll notice I don’t really target things that have to do with writing skill as much as I target ‘attitude’ and ‘conscientiousness’. There is a lot that bothers me though, so here’s a short list.

Criticizing the way other people have fun. This is a big one. What this boils down to is conversations about how “this ship isn’t realistic” or “your ideals on writing are dumb” or “you take writing too seriously/not seriously enough.” I’ve seen all of these. And I used to know someone on a forum-based RP site that would actively go out of her way to criticize that people would include a lot of introspection in scenes that were fast paced. For instance, using poetic language, or talking about how they’re feeling, what the situation was, “he felt like he was up against the tide, that his heart was being torn in two, a cut made deeper with every clash of their blades” - stuff like that. She hated it. And she made sure everyone knew that she did not approve of how much they were writing, because it was ‘not realistic’. And yes, there is definite merit to the claim that people do not have time to introspect about their entire lives and their relationship to their allies and enemies between sword swings... But so what. I don’t think it’s wrong to advocate for shorter, simpler posts with less descriptive text, and to manage in 200 words instead of 600. That’s great. Simplicity has value, being concise is great, ‘brevity is the soul of wit’, whatever. But the problem, the problem was that she would criticize others for writing in a way that they enjoyed. No one got on her case for writing less, but she was so grating on this point that eventually people just did not want to be around her.

It was something I’ve experienced even here. Finding the balance between “writing to improve your ability to write” and “writing just to have fun” are two separate matters. People forget that individuals exist from both camps, and I have known people (multiple) who say ‘this is important to me, I’m growing my skills using RP as a medium’ but fail to empathize and recognize that not everyone has the same viewpoint. Caring about things that make you feel something over technically good and well executed writing does not make you a problem.

And as a big follow up, I find that this is a big issue in life in general. I think that people often forget how much time it took them to learn a certain thing, recognize their own investment, or recognize the disparity between their own idea of ‘common knowledge’ vs actually common knowledge. When I joined the community, I did not know what private, selective, independent, mun, muse, or mutuals meant. For someone who’s brand new, these are terms that can be hard to decipher. And it’s the similar with ships - I think that people forget that not everyone who comes to RP is from a writing background. Some of them may just have enjoyed reading fanfiction, or may have enjoyed their favorite bot lane duo, or they have a main and their partner has a main and they like the aesthetic. So long as it’s not inherently problematic (incest, pedophilia), it’s cruel to degrade someone and call everything that doesn’t make perfect sense a ‘crackship’. Fanart also has a big role to play in this. Do I personally like Sona with Ka/yn, Yas, Sy/las, Jh/in, or Dra/ven? No, I don’t. I don’t, but equally, it’s not right for me to get in someone’s face for liking it. If you love MF/Sona because it’s a fuckin’ sick classic wombo combo bot lane... that’s cool, more power to you. I wish people would ease up and remember to just let people have their fun. There’s a Jh/in that follows me, who politely asked if I shipped it and I said no, and then there was no hard feelings at all. And that is ideal for me. Really.

T h e f t.

And being ultra conscious of it. I am in a very unfortunate circumstance that many of my Sona hcs are very similar to another blog in the space. I found that out by accident, and we reached similar (but also different!) conclusions. But now I am terribly terrified of ever speaking to them, because gods above I want to lift all my duplicates into the air, kiss them, and scream about them... but I don’t want anyone to feel anxious that I’m copying them. It’s also why until about a week ago, I only followed one other Sona blog ever - written by one of my very, very close friends. I never want people to feel like I’m stealing from them, but I also want my duplicates to feel comfortable on my blog! I want them to feel okay about reblogging art of their characters if they like it or talking to me about things... And I’ve put in a lot of effort to be very divergent with my portrayals, but I still ended up in this situation. I won’t name names ( and I really hope that no one bothers that other Sona, because she’s a genuine sweetheart and deserves love and appreciation ),  b ut... This is a big issue for me.

And it’s exacerbated by the fact that some people are lazy as fuck and actually just straight up steal ideas. It’s not ‘inspired by’, which I usually take care to do, giving proper credits or speaking about where I got information from or from whom or that it is on some level almost collaborative (because this is a collaborative space where we interact with each other, but that’s another topic). But I mean some people just recklessly steal and because we all have anxiety (TM), the line between coincidence, inspiration, and theft blurs. Understand that on some level, plagarism is an ethical dilemma, and I exist in the camp that says “hey man that’s cool come talk to me” - but I can exist in that camp because I insist on a very divergent interpretation that is almost ‘theft-proof’. I do not think any other Sona blog will ever have this combination of headcanons: “is a construct inspired by a house spirit, made up of one part crashed titan goddess, three parts demons, and each demon is represented by one of the strings of the instrument, which by the way shattered because bad reasons”. But if you’re not me, it’s hard to... stay loose about it.

And it’s hard to not get jealous.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE. Alright I wrote down a list when I actually got this ask, so let’s run off that. ( Yuki, you fuck, you’re not done? Fuck no I’m not done. ) These next ones are big for me.

MISREPRESENTING YOUR WANTS / YOURSELF

what does that mean, you ask me. It means this. It means pretending to be interested in ideas or interactions, even if you’re not interested. I do not ever want to be in the situation where I am happily chugging along, talking about a dynamic, and then find out that the other person isn’t as interested.

It’s fine to be mellow about it dude. I would rather know that you’re like... just okay on it all. I don’t want you to be polite and ‘spare my feelings’ and force yourself.

I want you to have fun. Have fun. God just have fun, you know? Please. There are a ton of interactions I’m “just okay” with, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I can be just okay with stuff and it’s fine. Not everything needs to click instantly but like...

Only showing interest to appeal to me or spare my feelings kinda sucks. It doesn’t last forever. It feels really bad. And eventually when things fall apart, it feels even worse. Like oh you really just did not care that much. Or you didn’t enjoy writing with me? Or what is it? See: jealousy/anxiety. Just be honest.

I think you especially have seen this with me, but I have a penchant for just being sincere and honest about how I feel about things. At least a little bit.

Don’t share things people tell you in confidence.

Fucking duh but it needs to be stated. Sometimes people gotta vent. It happens. And I get that ‘talking behind someone’s back’ is not great, but expressing frustration is a real thing that has real value. And then finding out that those things were shared. If I didn’t bring it up with them myself, I didn’t want them to know. Duh. I’m not talking to be catty but because I’m upset. S h i t. Some of the drama that I’ve seen happen from others doing this (and not to me, but in various cases) was entirely unavoidable. I’ve seen so many variants of this. It’s dumb dude. It’s dumb.

Hard vs Soft statements (Stating opinions as facts)

This is another one that gets me. I come from a world where we write, ‘Sona tries to’ and so on to others. Tumblr as a whole doesn’t seem to conceptually engage with the idea of ‘interrupting actions’ and accepting that interactions are a little malleable. And it in turn reflects how others speak about characters.

I never see, “I think Sona is”, I see “Sona is.” This is such a minor little thing, and I’ve come to accept that it’s part of the culture, but it can be terribly frustrating when others speak about your characters. I often say things like “I see Sona as” or “Because of xyz, Ori/anna would probably-” etc. But that isn’t something that I see here from some people. I know that I do this a lot less these days, in part because I have acclimated to the culture.

Incidentally, there are some joke versions of this that are also frustrating. People can really think they’re being funny, but end up just shutting you out of the conversation entirely when they say ‘No’. I might be a little too sensitive to this though, in that I often disengage from conversations because “it’s not really about my interpretation, so it’s better if I not say anything because it’s not relevant and doesn’t contribute.”

Really, I’m just a weenie baby, but I know when someone’s being rude vs when it’s just my own anxieties. I don’t expect everyone to have unshakable confidence, I also don’t expect that everyone be quivering in their boots. Some people can be really, really dismissive and it’s kind of not so great because it comes along with them otherwise being pretty neat.

Last one: Misrepresentation of data / using a ‘preponderance of evidence’ when there really isn’t that much.

How do I even put this.

CONJECTURE IS NOT FACT.

CONJECTURE IS NOT FACT.

CONJECTURE IS NOT FACT.

Phew. Okay that’s done. That right there is a big problem (and in combination with the pet peeve before that, it gets worse.)

Something to understand is that sometimes there is no good reason to pipe up to correct someone. Often, people are having a visceral, gut reaction and it’s very emotional. Criticizing that ignores the intent (that they’re frustrated), so it’s often a good idea to let it be.

But that doesn’t stop me from seeing that facts are poorly stated or misrepresented. The community likes to talk about league so I see it in OOC posts, and I also see claims that are just wrong. They’re misstated, exaggerated, or phrased in such a way that you could accept them - except one fact check will prove otherwise. But again, why get in someone’s face when they’re frustrated?

But this leads to some people feeling ‘complicit acceptance’. Which is in itself another problem that I won’t get into.

I as a person tend to be pretty rigorous. If I see facts and I can check them with a quick google search, I often do - especially League. It’s so easy to check a champion’s win rate or popularity. Other people do not always exercise this rigor.

“Alright fuckface but that’s talking about league and not rp.”

Yeah okay you make a fair and valid point, except for the part where you missed bullet points 2-4. I’m more talking about the general attitude people have but let’s talk specifically more about RP.

There’s content. A lot of content. And most of it is really vague, because that’s how R I O T G A M E S does things. We still can’t get a straight answer on whether Sona’s adopted mom, Lestara, is alive or not. H u h?

And this often leads to us making connections and conclusions based on the limited data we have. We’re extrapolating, taking what we know and trying to figure out something new.

Except when we get a new data set, sometimes our extrapolations don’t work anymore.

Except we just spent three months world building around our guesses ( because that’s what they are)

Oops I’m divergent now.

That happens. A lot. My entire blog was evidence of that, where I made extreme guesses and then accidentally got validated as Demacia went full grimdark. But it even happened last year, when suddenly we gained new information! Mage registration! That’s a thing! And it changes how we perceive things.

And you may be thinking, ‘ok fine but what does that have to do with misrepresentation’ and it has this to do with it. People will make conclusions based on their own view, then solidify these conclusions as ‘fact’.

For example, I wrote a small article on how “magical sight was not a reasonable power to have” and then soon after, Mageseekers appeared. Oops. Oops.

And these extrapolations get treated as though they are really fact. The line between what is ‘real’ and what is ‘assumed’ blurs. The truth is this. Unless it’s directly and unambiguously stated, it’s basically not fact. “But we can conclude-” I know. And then we’ll get new information and that’ll change. Ideas in this fandom are like balloons, you need to tie them down with text evidence or they’ll just float away before you even know it. I can talk about how Sona is a literal genius level intellect all day, and tomorrow I can be proven wrong by one little shift or clarification in the lore. ‘Within months’ - okay how many months? Fifteen months? Three months? Unknown.

And this leads me to preponderance of ‘evidence’. This one is long because it bothers me a bunch.

‘Preponderance of evidence’ (quotes required) is basically the situation in which someone goes and tells me:

“Listen buddy, I have these seven pieces of evidence, so I can reasonably conclude that [x] is true.” And that’s solid conjecture and extrapolation and I accept that.

Except that maybe you seven pieces of evidence aren’t all solid pieces of evidence.

Oh.

Oh no.

And that’s happened. I have seen evidence pieces one, two, four, and six all be good. And pieces three, five, and seven are a stretch at best.

But because they have so many pieces of evidence, it’s hard to critique back. Because they still do have four good pieces of evidence!

But the strength of the conclusion increases with more accurate and valid data points, and if your data points aren’t-

And that’s the rub, basically. Sometimes I see people fit evidence to their conclusion without even realizing it. Some of the most intelligent, rigorous, and well-versed writers on this site I’ve seen do it.

And it sucks.

And it’s a peeve because here’s  the truth.

The truth after all this talk is this very important fact.

I don’t say anything about these things to people because I don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun or engagement.

People make mistakes and say many things because they are passionate about what they’re talking about. Often that’s the case. And harmless conjecture misunderstandings are not the end of the world because this is not academia.

except that one time I wrote a writeup on how Aphe/lios isn’t mute but whatever.

And so while I have said all these things and have a lot of these feelings, I also think there’s no point to saying most of them directly to the person that bugs me. What good will it do? To someone who is reacting with their emotions and just wants to get their frustration out, or is speaking passionately about something... Just let it go.

And so often I let it go, even if I disagree. I have an opinion, but I don’t go out and toss it back in your face. I just get mad quietly and grump about it.

And that’s why I end up being a very ‘stay in my lane’ person.

The end.

If you read all the way through this, I’ll give you a cookie tbh. Many cookies. This is almost 3000 words and 7 pages.

#yuhl #ooc #long post tw #//3k words I'm sorry dash.

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Hey! So my first ask for ya is an insert, I won't lie 😅 I'd love it if reader could be on the taller side (I'm 5'9), got the thicc hourglass and still strong/muscles visible? I'm an athlete, a gym rat and do martial arts but I'm still curvy with an ASS haha Reader could be from another warrior peoples but they aren't all hardened like the Tenakth? Like she still has a gentle side to her, alongside all of her badassery. Which I think Kotallo would appreciate/have respect for just as much as her skills as a warrior.

Was thinking that Aloy meets reader on her travels, ends up earning her respect and support like the others and brings reader back to base (the how is totally up to you). Aloy is introducing everyone, gets to Kotallo popping out of his war room to see what the fuss is and they have that typical, stoic warrior greeting BUT Zo notices that Kotallo is just kinda...taking her in. Not staring or suspicious of her but just observing her. At some point when speaking with Zo and Aloy, they mention that Kotallo seems to watch her a lot/observe the reader just casually, like he's trying to figure her out or maybe finds her interesting (being a warrior woman that doesn't balk at a challenge...or him-maybe she slings a flirt his way once or twice and Erend does a spit take, especially when Kotallo seems to reciprocate) but being a man of few words hasn't yet approached her. So they convince reader to go talk to him and when she does, they discuss strategies he's working on for Aloy and the two of them end up with this rapid, back and forth of reworking a plan and like both of them just having these feral, wolfish grins, loving it and impressing each other. With the others watching from the common space and Erend like 'oh, boy.' Cuz they just KNOW these two, individually are forces to be reckoned with but TOGETHER?

But yeah! Sorry if that's a lot of detail, it has just been going round in my brain for DAYS! Thank you!!! 🖤

This was so amazingly detailed omg! I had just a fun time writing this! I played around with some stuff and it's not as fluffy as I wanted it, but it's a start and I believe this is one I could do another part to perhaps. It's over 3K words! Hope you enjoy!

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Clouds of dust settled around you, showing the massive build of a Thunderjaw in a fighting position. You had been single-handedly battling it for a few minutes now and were beginning to work up a sweat. You got lucky with your sharpshot bow and was able to take out the disc launcher and the tail but were still trying to knock the cannon loose.

You heard the telltale wind up of the launcher and cursed, taking off in a sprint toward the abandoned disc launcher a few meters away. You had felt the air of the cannons close to your heels, pushing you to run faster; taking the last few steps to roll towards the launcher.

“All right, now we’re talking.” You muttered, picking up the launcher with a grunt. Your muscles flexed under the weight, but it wasn’t an issue as you began firing at the Thunderjaw’s weak spots. Ammunition was going down quickly but the machine was still kicking, a few of its delicate parts barely hanging on.

Just when you had run out of ammo and dropped the disc launcher, a tearblast arrow came from the west and imbedded itself into the side of its head, whirring before triggering an explosion so fierce it knocked the beast onto its side.

Red hair was all you saw as the figure dashed past you, slamming their spear deep into the Thunderjaw’s chest, sparks flying before all the light faded.

“Any other time, I’d be very upset that an Outlander took my kill, but even a warrior admits when they are struggling to stay above water.” Walking up to the figure you take in her appearance. Flaming red hair, Nora attire, fierce eyes. You’ve heard of her. The Savior of Meridian. Hekarro’s Champion.

“Figured I’d lend a hand instead of standing idly by.” She shrugged in response, resting all of her weight to one leg, her hands on her hips.

“I do appreciate it, Champion. I got careless there at the end.”

You approached the Thunderjaw and began harvesting the parts for your tribe as the Champion stood beside you.

“You don’t look to be Tenakth, but you know me?”

Laughing, you plucked the heart out of the casing and examined it, happy to see that only minor damage from the arrows were present. “You have great observation skills. I’m not Tenakth. I am apart of a tribe called the Veera. We are in close relations with the Tenakth for trading purposes but…”

You placed more parts into your satchel and looked the Thunderjaw over for anymore valuable pieces. “We aren’t nearly as… hardened. My tribe understands that even great warriors need a gentle heart at times.”

“Oh?” she replied, her eyebrow raised slightly. “As for how I know you,” you stood to your full height, looking down at the redhead. “Word travels fast. Since Regalla made her appearance, so has the tales of how you took her champion on at the Embassy as well as how you took her on and saved Chief Hekarro at the Grove.”

“Word sure does travel fast for a place so spread out.” She sighed, shaking her head. “What is your name? Unless you’d like to be only known as the Champion.” You saw the girl visibly cringe at the title and couldn’t hold back the chuckle.

“Just Aloy.”

Raising your hand to wipe the accumulating sweat off your brow, you cleared your throat. “Well, Just Aloy.” You smirked at the eye roll that followed. “I was actually hoping I’d run into you. If you have the time, would you mind following me back to my village so we could talk there?”

Aloy looked around, contemplating whether or not she wanted to continue on with her original plans or take the detour to the taller woman’s village. Ultimately, she decided to go and nodded, telling the woman to lead the way, which the other did happily.

“My name is Y/N by the way.”

“Y/N… What were you doing fighting a Thunderjaw by yourself?”

You continued jogging up the dirt path, sparing Aloy a glance. “I was training. I like to take on the biggest machine I can find. I also get good parts to sell.”

“Huh,” she started, “Reminds me of someone I know.”

“Charming, I hope.” You joked, slowing down now that you see the familiar totems and markings of your tribe.

You led Aloy to a secluded part of your village where you slept, showing her all the merchants that she could trade with while she was there. “I found something that you might want to look at.” You started, digging through your belongings until you pulled out a focus.

“I’ve heard from the tales that you see things that others do not, and when we first spoke, I noticed your… device.” You handed the focus to Aloy and waved your hand around. “I, uh, tried it on but couldn’t make any sense of the glyphs.”

Aloy rolled the focus around in her hand as you watched intently. “But a voice did speak to me! Spoke about something called the Sons of Prometheus… I’m guessing that is who the guy I found it on was.”

You watched curiously as she held the device in front of her and began swiping at the air, looking around at what you imagined to be the same glyphs you saw when you wore it. “Did you find this at a rebel camp?” she glanced over to you, prompting you to nod.

“Yes. A rebel camp had set up close to here and was patrolling, so our commander had us go out and investigate. I decided they were a threat and lead an attack against them.”

“Could you take me to it?” You gave a firm nod, “Of course. We will go when you are ready.”

~~~

A decent hike through the forest later and the two were coming across an abandoned rebel camp. Bodies were still littered across the grass; nothing was moved since the last time you had been here.

“I’m going to take a look around.”

“Alright, lead the way.”

You didn’t want to step on Aloy’s toes, so you stayed a decent distance as she looked around and examined the camp, muttering to herself as she went. She stopped in front of a large contraption and her face changed to one of recognition. “This is an override module…”

“An… override module?” you watched as she jabbed her spear into the device and made unfamiliar motions with her hand, causing it to shut down. “Yeah, it’s how the rebels have been able to control machines.”

“I’ve got to get back to the base, maybe Erend will have more information for me.” You stepped forward. “Aloy, I would be honored if I could assist you and lend you my blade. These… sons of Prometheus have tormented our lands for too long.”

She looked to you and shook her head. “There’s more to what I’m doing than the Sons of Prometheus. There’s something way bigger that could end life as we know it, and I’m the only one who can save it.”

You raised your chin stubbornly, “Even more reason for me to lend my blade. I pride myself in my strategizing. I will give my all to help save my tribe.”

The redhead sighed, staring at you in silence before responding, “Are you sure about this? There’s a lot to learn and it’s going to be very overwhelming.”

Confidence rising, you smile and give a nod. “Of course.” With that, Aloy dug the other focus out of her satchel and handed it to you. “My friends back at the base can help you with any questions and teach you how to use this. They’ll be happy to see a new face, most of them at least.”

“Most of them?” you questioned, turning, and following Aloy as she began to walk out of the dilapidated camp; placed the focus to the side of your head. The purple lights flashed in front of your eyes just like before, but your eyes focused quicker this time.

“Yeah, you’ll see when you get there. One of them is the one who I said you reminded me of.” You hum in understanding and tap the focus on your temple, causing the purple lights and indicators to disappear.

~~~

It took days for the two of you to travel back to where Aloy said the base was, and when they got there, you were pleasantly surprised to see just how homey the place felt when you walked in. There were the telltale signs of many different tribes throughout the metal building. You could clearly see the signs of an Utaru and Tenakth if the plants and vibrant paintings scattered on the walls didn’t give it away.

Aloy led you into what looked to be a main living space, where three people were set up, arguing about something involving the Old Ones, but once they heard the door shut, they snapped their attention to the redhead, which eventually turned to you.

“Aloy! You’re back! Who’s this?” A man wearing Oseram armor stood from his spot playing a game of Strike and walked closer to the two. “This is Y/N. I found her fighting a Thunderjaw. By herself.” The man let out a bolstering laugh, “By YOURSELF? How did that go?”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “I was doing well until Red here came and took the finishing blow.”

“The name’s Erend,” he pointed over to a darker skinned man who was dressed in Nora armor. “That’s Varl,” and moved his focus to the Utaru woman standing behind the counter. “And this is Zo.”

“It’s lovely to meet you…” you zoned off, looking around. “An Oseram, Nora, and an Utaru… Where’s the Tenakth?”

“What do you mean?” Zo asked, head tilted slightly. “I saw Tenakth art on the walls, so I assumed there would be one here.”

She nodded, “You’re observational.” It was then that you noticed movement across the room and saw the familiar Tenakth paint adorned body standing in a doorway. He wore the markings of the Sky Clan and by his armor you deducted that he was a Marshal, which surprised you considering you heard that all the marshals got slaughtered at the Embassy. “That’s Kotallo, our resident Tenakth.” Varl spoke fondly.

Hearing his name, he gave you a polite nod, which you returned before giving him your name. You and the others had continued to talk, you moving to sit beside Zo and Varl as they started showing you how the focus worked. Aloy and Erend were relaxing and playing a game of Strike, while Kotallo, Zo noticed moved to lean against a wall.

The Utaru observed the Tenakth as he raked his eyes up and down your frame, seeming to take in every detail. She figured that he was trying to decide if you were a threat or not and said nothing. Until she started noticing his eyes following you every time you stepped into view.

This went on for weeks. You have finally become familiar with how things worked, your companion’s goals, and they even helped you create your own living place. While you had made yourself comfortable and gotten closer to the group, Zo had kept a close eye on the Tenakth man and his reactions. She noticed that when you spoke of your battles and training that his eyes would light up and sometimes his lips would quirk up slightly. She also noticed how the look in his eyes shifted when he heard of how much you help your tribe and how you view the past conflicts of other tribes and how they have grown since then.

Zo finally decided to bring it up to you, because while she’s been watching him, Varl’s been watching you. At night, while everyone was asleep, they would tell each other how the two of you looked at each other and they thought it was time to make it known how obvious you were.

“So, I’ve noticed some things since you’ve arrived.” She began after bringing you into her and Varl’s room and sitting you down beside her on the bed. “Good things, I hope.” You joked.

“Kotallo has been… bold in showing his interest in you.” You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Interest? How so,” In reality your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. It’s not a feeling you’re used to, especially when you’re so in control of your emotions. There’s just something about hearing Kotallo’s name and an interest in you in the same sentence.

“Mhm,” she continued. “Ever since you stepped foot into the base you have caught his eye. There’s not a moment his eyes move from you when you’re around. Varl’s noticed how you look at him, too.”

Heat crept up your neck, not from embarrassment in getting caught, but at the fact of the eyes you felt on you being Kotallo’s. You hardly get a word out of him since he usually keeps to himself, so you haven’t had the chance to actually talk to him like you want to.

“Surely it’s just because I’m the new blood. He’s making sure I’m not a threat.”

At that, Zo laughed. “You’re no longer a new blood to us. Far from it in fact. I think you should try to talk to him.”

The look you gave Zo made her laugh harder. You were a warrior, but you’ve never been in situations like this. It’s all new to you and you didn’t know how to react to it. “He’s too secluded to make the first move. Just go find common ground. Conversation will flow like water once you find something in common.”

“If I talk to him, will you and Varl quit watching us?” She smiled, acting like she was thinking really hard. “Hmmm, maybe.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and headed towards the door. “I’ll ease into it.”

And ease into it, you did. It started with you greeting him in the mornings and evenings, making small comments when the others were talking to him, to finally working up the courage to walk into the war room where Kotallo usually stayed during the day.

He was staring intently at a map that Gaia had laid out for him to view Regalla’s progress in the rebellion and another to show battle scenarios. It was interactive so that he could try different strategies out.

“Y/N.” he acknowledged you, briefly holding your gaze before he focused on the map, swiping away the progress he had, setting the enemy positions back up. “You’re strategizing?”

Kotallo began to place ally troops in different positions across the holographic screen, humming. “Yes. Aloy mentioned finding a strategy for when we finally face Asera and the rest of the Sons of Prometheus. I also just wanted to practice.”

Taking this as your chance you stepped beside him and studied the way he had the allies set up on the map. “If they are going to have warriors concentrated in that area, wouldn’t it be beneficial to go behind them and hold the higher ground.” You dragged a few of the figures around and pressed play on the battle scenario, watching with a smile as the allies took over the enemies, taking them by surprise.

Rewinding the hologram back to where you originally had it, Kotallo nodded, glancing around the map. “I was thinking that if they have mounted riders patrolling the front, to set up right here,” he paused, moving the ally piece over into nearby foliage. “so that-“

“There can be an easy stealth attack. You could pair two in one spot,” You cut him off, completely enthralled in the scenario happening in front of you. “One could take the machine out, the other take the rider.”

“So, there’s less chance of being seen.” He let a short laugh, quickly moving more pieces around. This time the enemies were more spread out and there were more patrolling the higher ground. “If they were to be like this…”

You hummed, placing a few pieces around the area and pausing so that Kotallo could add what he wanted to. “Wait,” he reviewed the board before pointing out one of your pieces.

“This would leave us open for an ambush on this side. It wouldn’t be worth it.” Cursing under your breath you placed your hand over your mouth, holding an intense gaze.

“What if we moved the piece on the southern edge up here for back up?” You turned to look up at him, your eyes drifting over his features with a small smile. You loved to see how focused he was when it came to war talk. He was extremely passionate.

“That could work…” he muttered, and just like that, you and Kotallo stood for a while, running through different scenarios and how you could effectively defeat them. The longer it went on, the more animated you two got and the more serious you became.

From the common area, the group was watching the interactions occur with different expressions. Aloy, Varl and Zo were laughing while Erend looked dumbfounded. “What is going on?” he questioned, turning to look at the other three.

“I think that’s an obvious answer.” Zo smirked, laughing as Erend just slowly turned back around.

You and Kotallo were smiling at each other now. Yours more prominent than his but it was still shocking to the others to see that expression on the Tenakth’s face. They watched as you pointed out a flaw in the current setup, prompting Kotallo to go through and move around any weak points she mentioned to analyze his error.

The two of you bounced off of each other for so long, Erend had brought out the Oseram beer, and was already a few pints in.

Another scenario had been won, this one being a more difficult layout than the rest, and after multiple errors they had finally found the right layout for the allies. This had caused both of you to yell out a battle cry, startling Erend to the point of choking on his beer and having Varl beat on his back.

“What the hell are they yelling for!” he sputtered, putting his drink down on the table.

“They’ve just won a long battle it seems.” Aloy stated, her chin resting in her hand as she watched from beside Zo.

Kotallo had set up an even harder scenario, with a lot larger machines patrolling and turned towards you with a smile. “I’m eager to see what moves you make this time. You are opening my eyes to placements I wouldn’t have thought of.”

With a smirk, you studied the map. “Just wait until you see what else I have up my sleeve. Am I going to surpass the Sky Clan marshal?” Looking at him out the side of your eye, you watch as his eyes flash and his lip ticks, staring back at you in silence for a long moment.

“I’ll be sure to put you to the test.”

Sputtering could be heard from the other room; you tore your gaze from his to see Erend with beer running down his chin, coughing harshly while the others try to console him.

“Oh, by the forge!”

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #kotallo #kotallo x reader #fanfics #reader insert

[coweye]

Hi sorry to bother u but have you deleted your rick flag x you story? I was looking for it and cant seem to find it and you don't have a masterlist...🖤

Hiya, I've only got one fic so I'm afraid a Masterlist seems abit redundant at this point anon 💕 but no, it was an accidental delete - I'm a dumbass who deleted it when trying to remove a timezone reblog - it hurt my soul as it was my first fic back but we move. I'll repost it under here to ease my tears.

Repost of this fic

LOVE HURTS

Rick Flag x Reader

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ SMUT. VIOLENCE. It’s all just smut. Face Sitting, Consensual Choking. Physical Fighting in a relationship.

Summary: You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

Note: This is my first fic back after a long time off - so apologies for any errors. Sorry I’m late to the party but this brain nugget wouldn’t come out.You couldn’t begin to understand how you got here - Peacemakers blood staining your gloves - now at odds with the man before you.

⇢MASTERLIST

You couldn’t begin to understand how you got here - Peacemakers blood staining your gloves burgundy - now at odds with the man before you.

The minutes before the red clouded your vision were dashed from your mind as the arms of your lover now attempted to subdue you.

All that mattered was that drive. To you and him both - though for very different reasons.

“It’s my freedom, Flag. It’s Harley’s, Cleo’s - it's Du’Bois!” You cried out unevenly as your breath continued evading you, despite now having distance from the six foot three mass of muscle - oxygen still remained out of reach.

“How can you be so Goddamn selfish?! They experimented on kids!” The usual hard southern drawl was broken with disbelief as his eyes were filled with rage, angry tears gathered, for both the country he served and your betrayal.

“They’re dead! There’s nothing we can do for them now - but Waller, she's gonna’ just keep using me - it’s never going to end, Rick. Please.” You all but fell to your knees before the man as your usually hollow voice was filled with emotion.

The drive rested in your belt, an escape was all that you needed; for him to look the other way so that you could be together outside of the walls of Belle Reve. Though as he stared you down, resolve present in the unrelenting square of his shoulders, you knew in an instant that wasn’t going to happen today.

“Last chance.” You utter, voice barely above a whisper.

For the first time in your life you’re the voice of reason, but Rick has no reply, no argument left for you.

His shotgun has been dropped to the floor - abandoned and kicked to the side - you should be relieved he doesn’t plan pumping your ass full of lead - yet you can’t feel anything beside the nausea for what’s about to happen.

Colonel Rick Flag has made you soft.

There was a time not so long ago you'd have snapped his neck like a wishbone at Christmas without a second thought, but here you stood; immobile. Waiting for him to move first, unwilling to be the one to destroy this fragile thing the two of you have between you.

He steps towards you, once again attempting to subdue rather than cause any damage, but he’s furious, angrier than you’ve ever seen him before and his rage only grows at your refusal to engage him. A side step here, a rebuff with a palm to his chest there. It all piles onto the fire stoked within him.

In a fit of frustration he strikes blindly, catching your lower jaw. The force of it slams your mouth closed, forcing your teeth together with your lip still hostage.

Your split lip gushes blood into your mouth, the steady trickle overflows, slowly leaking from your numbing orifice. The tinge of pain blossoms as a sting that radiates through your teeth as you palm the aching spot.

It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it should, physically.

The disbelief must shine in your eyes as you look at the man you'd shared your body and almost your heart with, all while clutching your cheek in horror which was reflected in his own face.

Rage, resentment, shock, devastation, sorrow.

Pick whichever word you want - but it flooded your system in a horrific cocktail of heartache.

You saw red as unfamiliar feelings you'd closed off for years came flooding back. Your broken brain, unable to process them, melded them into your oldest and closest friend; Fury.

Fury was apparently a fickle whore as she was passed between the two of you in this collapsing building.

Any lingering reason you felt was dashed as you stood to your full height, the colonel still had a foot on you easily but you didn't hesitate in advancing this time.

He was a proficient soldier to be sure, but you were a weapon, born and bred for the single purpose of destruction.

The hesitation was all his own now as you swung at him, Rick however, realised this far too late as your fist caught his jaw - your enhanced strength meant that it wasn’t much of a fair fight - but Flag knew that going in.

You grabbed two handfuls of that stupid yellow shirt - the one you’d admired those muscles in the day before and threw with abandon, his body collided with the fallen sheet metall, sliding down it.

Discombobulated, he fought his own body to rise to his knees to prepare for your next attack. Rick’s eyes were unreadable as he took you in. He seemed to be contemplating his next move as blood began trickling from a gash in his forehead, his thick forefinger probed at the gash as he inspected the liquid as if it was a newly discovered element.

The two of you had barely begun and yet blood had already been spilled.

He clambered to his feet as you began your own advance. You fisted the fabric covering his shoulder as you delivered one single punch to his taut stomach.

Your blood had downgraded to a simmer - enough so you weren’t rearranging his insides - not that he’d ever paid you such a mind.

“Why are you making this so hard?!” You cried as he doubled over holding his stomach, you were standing over him, a strange mix of anger and sympathy as you watched the results of your handiwork.

To say you weren’t expecting a fist with some sort of macgyvered leather belt binding to strike at your cheekbone was an understatement. The unexpected blow sends you staggering onto your ass, your hands just about catching your weight. Rick grabs the shoulder of your jacket, throwing you forward, you assume he’s trying to get some distance, which he receives as you hit the brick wall with a harsh thud.

It takes you a millisecond to shake it off before you're back on your feet and pissed. Rick is nowhere to be seen, the pussy.

Though as you stride down the only clear hallway, you realise you shouldn’t have underestimated the man you’d come to care for. He hadn’t survived as many missions as he had at your side by being defenseless.

From the darkness he struck at you only this time a metal pipe in hand. If you’d have been in your right mind you’d have clocked the potential weapon back in the other room when he’d picked it up - hell, if you’d been in your right mind you wouldn’t be grappling with the man currently scrambling to straddle you. Those thick thighs you’d ridden more than once spreading to trap your hips and wrapping around your calves in an iron grip.

A buzz and a click radiated throughout the decimated room. It took you a moment to realise, it was the cold burn of a power dampener.

This time, the betrayal was all Rick’s.

“You piece of shit... bastard!” You struck him, though your usual consciousness stealing blows were now laughable.

Flag threw the pipe to the side, his body covering yours as his hands circled your wrists forcing them to the ground above your head. You thrashed, your body - panicking without your usual strength flowing through your veins.

You were furious as your body betrayed you, heating up of its own accord as the man above you pinned you powerless to the filthy ground, his hideous yellow shirt straining against the muscles in his arms as he forced you to submit.

“Calm down … Christ Sake woman, calm down.” He growls as you thrash against his hold, though it's useless, Rick has you banged to rights without your brute strength you don’t stand a chance.

Your eyes burn as your throat wells making it hard to swallow, you try to push down the betrayal you feel and the subsequent despair that it leaves in its wake.

Flag had used a power damper on you.

After you told him how much you despised the things. You had shared one night, opened yourself up to him as you lay naked against his chest about how you had been tortured in Belle Reve before you had earned the privilege of being unrestrained on that first mission - you hadn’t been collared since.

Yet the man you had given your heart had neutered you.

“Get off me you big fucking… idiot… soldier cunt!” The emotion behind your words causes him to halt as he pauses trying to find your face currently buried, hiding in the fabric covering your arm.

“Hey, hey. Stop. Stop and I’ll take it off.” His voice is softer now as your tears - something he’d never seen before - sober him up and quiet the rage that started the struggle to begin with.

It's silent for a moment as he takes both of your wrists in his ridiculously large one and lowers its now free counterpart to the belt hung low on your hips. His hand brushes against the exposed warm flesh of your stomach, causing an unexpected gush of air to leave your mouth.

The guilty appendage rummages through the bag on your belt, the movement unfairly close to your mound as a spark of arousal travels its way to your core.

In a moment of ingenuity you thrust forward, brushing your centre with a surprisingly large bulge forming in his tactical pants.

“Stop that.” He huffs, throwing your hands back to the ground. You feel the second his hands wrap around the drive - but that's not your primary, not anymore.

You throw your forehead forward, the action is completely unexpected; you manage to catch your forehead on his nose. An unfamiliar burst of pain causes you more pause than you’re comfortable with, though the damage you’ve inflicted to the soldier currently on his back to the side of you feels worth it.

You're absolutely covered in both of your blood. Rick’s or perhaps both of your noses have broken, or come damn close to it as you switch positions with him.

You grab his hand, holding it to the collar's pad. The lock remains in place. He tries to unseat you from your position on his chest, but you twist his arm currently locked in your grip and place all your weight behind the hold.

He pauses grunting in pain.

“The fuck is…”

He’s cut off as you slide the dried blood covered thumb into your mouth. You lick at the rough pad, your tongue running over the hardened skin following the lines in your mind.

Rick has gone still, no longer fighting for his freedom.

You raise the hand again - the clean ID grants your release.

“If I was the monster you think I am, I’d kill you without a second thought.” You whisper, as the damper drops to the floor. You release his hand and step back, you can’t name the emotion that drives you but it's the love child of arousal and rage.

You stand and begin undoing the belt and pushing the borrowed jeans to your ankles before stepping out of them with urgency you didn’t know existed before this.

Rick is unmoving, staring as you undress your bottom half before stepping forward. He expects you to pull his increasingly hardening member from its home but instead you step over his body to come and sit on his chest, pushing his shoulders back to the ground with force, bare pussy rubbing against the yellow of the shirt he’d commandeered - partly due to the way your eyes had followed him when he tried it on.

He nods at you; silent permission.

It's all you need as you push yourself forward to mount his face. Immediately his tongue strikes your bundle of nerves, any other day it would have you whining like a kitten for more, but you’re filled with resentment and you want him to work for it.

His tongue is as talented as the rest of him as it draws shapes around your clit before dipping into the warm depths of your cunt, before pulling out and retreating to its former position.

Flag hadn’t got the memo - this wasn’t time for teasing.

You grabbed at his hair buried beneath your thighs and pulled slightly in warning, when he failed to concede you were left with no choice.

You rocked your hips once against his head on the ground, making his nose brush at your clit as his tongue trails slowly through the heat of you, his tongue barely touched your entrance before he paused in shock at your brazen action.

Flag sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth as his hands came to wrap around your hips, pulling you down as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

You couldn't help the moan as you canted your hips forward; riding Flags face.

With a final swipe at your aching hole, Rick locked onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. You weren’t sure if it was the flawless cunnilingus skills that brought you to the peak, or having a wall of muscle completely powerless beneath you or just the knowledge that your strength once again rivaled that of the man between your legs but you came harder than you had in a while.

Your cry rang out, breaking the silence you’d forced upon the two of you.

You leaned back, pulling yourself to once again straddle his chest - the man had pissed you off but you didn’t want him to suffocate on your pussy.

Flags eyes caught your own as he licked what he could reach from his mouth and wiped the rest. There was a fire in them you’d never seen, it seemed that the soldier liked taking orders; you couldn’t say you were surprised.

You reached backwards, your hands finding his rock hard member. You wrapped your hand around him in an unforgiving grip. He grunted out in pleasure or pain, you weren’t quite sure before you loosened the hold and pumped him once, twice. You maneuvered your body backwards, giving the colonel no warning before you sheathed him fully inside of yourself.

He gasped and sat up, thick cords of muscled arms coming to encircle you. With your inhuman strength you pushed him back to the ground with a grunt. You rose once again until only the very tip of his thickness was inside of you before you seated yourself back down on his pelvis, his cock splitting you open as you took him balls deep.

Flag had pushed you to the edge with that collar, your powers were something you kept out of the bedroom, you had never even overpowered Rick before today, but you were done hiding yourself from him.

You pushed on his shoulders pinning him to the ground, his arms and body too long to pin down above his head as he had done to you, so your painted nails rose to wrap around his neck. Barely squeezing, more for show of control than to restrict his breathing.

“Tell me to stop.” You whisper to him all while you continue to take his cock in slow languid thrusts, you were in no hurry - despite the army outside the tower. Flag says nothing, only rises to meet your thrust somehow managing to push himself deeper inside of you.

“I’m selfish?” You mumble half cock crazed as you roll your hips to catch your bundle of nerves deliciously against his pubic bone causing your brain to fumble over your words. “I just wanted … that god for...forsaken drive to be with you.”

You pull at the back of his neck, your fingers wrapping in his hair to pull him into a sitting position. This position pushes him home, to depths you wouldn’t have thought possible even with as magnificent cock as he possessed.

“It's not right, baby.” Rick's deep twang is in your ear as he wraps his arms around you; this time you allow it, as he begins pulling you down onto his length. Flag thrusts his hips to meet yours. “It’s...not… right!” He pounds deep into your pussy emphasising every word.

Your hips are meeting one another's at a frantic pace now as you both near your peaks, your foreheads pressed together as your lips ghost over one another never quite touching despite the fragile armistice you’d both silently agreed to.

All that you hear is the crescendo of slapping skin against one another despite the background of shouting and the blasts somewhere off in the distance - but you couldnt give less of a fuck if the entire Corto Maltease army broke down the door with their tank so long as you had the Colonel seated deep inside you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders to get the extra leverage to push you over the edge but you needn’t have bothered as Flags hand has found its way to your bundle of nerves and is rubbing circles frantically.

“Jus… B-Be bad… with… me,” You gasp before joining your mouth with his as you dive over the edge for the second time this afternoon. Your cunt clamps down around Flag’s member like a vice pulling him deeper, as he curses against your lips. Pumping only a handful more times before he comes deep inside of you.

He grabs the back of your head, fingers locking around your strands of hair and begins his assault on your mouth, his tongue breaches your mouth as his softening cock remains inside of you.

You know you have to get back to the squad but for right now you’ll take what peace you can get because there’s a giant fucking starfish loose and the world is falling apart outside these walls.

Flag seems to have the same idea as his hands loosen their hold and fall to cup your chin, your foreheads are still touching as he screws his eyes closed.

“God fuckin’ help me woman,” He all but groaned as he stared into your eyes. “I love you.”

His deep honeyed admission rumbles through his chest and vibrates your own. You stare up at him, a half smile/half smirk decorating your lips as you pull him in for a second kiss.

A kiss that spoke the words you weren’t quite ready to say out loud, the truth of your heart, of your love and devotion for him as a person, but as you parted you uttered the only words you could aloud.

“I know.”

#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag can get it™️ #rick flag #suicide squad fanfiction

[writteninkat]

Wrath | Yuji x Reader x Megumi

summary: "Come on, Megumi." Yuji presses his fingers inside your mouth, "This mouth isn't gonna fuck itself."

word count: 3k

warnings: bondage, master kink, threesome, name calling, degradation, anal

a/n: not proofread, sorry for any grammatical/spelling mistakes

• 100 follower event

Your husband, Yuji, has always been a gentle soul. Ever since you started dating in highschool a decade ago, he always kissed you so passionately, he held you with such care and gentleness, as if you were a porcelain doll that could break at any second.

Even during your first time when the two of you werenin college, he always placed your pleasure before and over his. He always made sure you felt good, he always peppered you with compliments and praises.

As you think back on how much your husband has done for you, you thought you should pay him back just as much. As the two of you were talking in the phone earlier, you listened as he ranted to you about how Megumi took his curse to exorcise.

He sounded pissed.

What other way to calm him down than to let him have his way with you? You let him be rough with you once or twice, what another time gonna hurt?

You dash to your closet, looking for your hidden stash of lingerie, taking out a black and red one. You put it on, scanning your eyes up and down your reflection on the body length mirror, running your hands up your thighs.

The set had matching black garters and sheer thigh highs with it, the panties a deep dark wine red, the laces all over it colored black. Same went for the push up bras, a small ruby glistening in the middle of the two cups.

Your head snaps to the sound of the front door opening, causing you to quickly run to the bed. You climb on the soft mattress, giving yourself a pat on the back for choosing a deep red color.

You sit on your heels, thighs spread wide open as you patiently wait for your husband, listening as he calls out for you, doors opening and closing as he does so. Finally, the door to your bedroom swings open, revealing your strawberry-headed husband.

His eyes widen at the lewd sight of you in lingerie, sitting on the bed, ready for him to take you. Yuji grips tightly on his jacket, jaw clenching as his eyes rake down your body, taking every inch of you in his greedy gaze.

"You sounded upset a while ago during our call..." You place your hand in the space in between your thighs, arms pressing your breasts together to make them look much bigger, giving your husband a better view.

"What about it?" Yuji's tone sounds calm, too calm for your liking. It causes a shiver to run down your spine. You trap your lower lip in between your teeth, cunt oozing with your slick at the tone of his voice.

"Do you... Do you need me? My help? To calm you down?" You look to your side, avoiding his gaze. "You don't seem like you've calmed down about it so-"

You return your gaze back to the front, eyes widening and heart thumping on your chest at the sight of your husband's face a few inches away from yours. "And how exactly do you plan on helping me, my dear?"

You lift your hand, placing it on the side of his face. Yuji closes his eyes, pressing his face even more onto your palm. "You can do whatever you want with my body tonight."

Yuji's eyes snap open, completely taken aback by your answer.

"I'm yours to play with, to use, to free of all your troubles... You're my master tonight."

It all happens in a flash. One moment you're caressing your husband's face lovingly, the next he has your hands pinned above your head, thigh pressing against your soaking panties as he looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Don't say things you don't mean, sweetheart. You don't know what I'm capable of." Yuji growls into your ear, he nips and nibbles at your helix, whimpers slipping past your lips at the feeling.

"I mean it." You whisper, "Why don't you show me what you're capable of? Master."

Yuji pulls away, his hands making nimble work of undoing his necktie. He wraps it around your wrists, tying it tight enough for you to be unable to let loose, but not tight enough for it to hurt. "Keep your arms up." His tone is dark and deep, it sends tingles down your thighs and you feel your cunt flutter.

He lets out a deep breath, you feel your body tingle as you watch his eyes take you in. His hands hover right above your skin, making your hair stand.

He's panting. Hard.

Finally, he presses his hands onto your skin, a satisfied breath leaving your lips as you feel him drag his calloused palms run down both sides of your thighs. He squeezes them, pulling them up and pulling your body towards him. You feel him press his clothed member against your damp panties, he grinds against you, making you moan loudly. "Mmmmmhhhh- fuck Yuji!"

He looks down at you, his jaw hanging as you watch his chest rise and fall heavily. Your hips begin doing circles on their own, desperate for any sort of friction just to ease your cunt's desire to be filled. Yuji squeezes your thighs, giving you the idea that you may or may not find bruises there by tomorrow.

"Don't move. You said you're mine to ruin tonight..." Yuji slowly lowers himself, crawling backwards to the foot of the bed. He brings his face down, hot breath fanning over your deipping cunt. "...No take backs."

He presses a finger- two fingers, onto your clothed cunt. His eyes snap up, watching as your face contorts into an expression of pleasure. Yuji begins creating circles with the tips of his fingers, massaging your folds and running them up and down your slit. He presses on your clit, making you mewl loudly.

"Haven't even touched you properly..." He hooks a finger to the side of your underwear, pushing it aside. "...But you're already so wet for me. How needy are you for me, my love?". You begin rocking your hips up and down to ease the neediness of your cunt, "Very..."

Yuji pushes two of his fingers inside your hole, the feeling having you sucking in your breath. You can feel his slender fingers against your tight walls, moving and scissoring to loosen you up. "Fuck, Yuji..." His name comes out in a whisper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hits your g-spot multiple times without fail.

Yuji smirks, knowing full well he's hit that particular spot. He continues pushing and rubbing on it with the tips of his fingers, pushing you over the edge of overstimulation. Your legs open even wider instinctively, wanting more of your husband.

Before you can even tell him what you want, your walls flutter arounf his fingers, soaking them up as you rock your hips back and forth to ride out your orgasm. Yuji smirks, pulling his fingers out and taking them inside his mouth, his tongue lapping up your juices and cleaning his fingers.

"Tasty... I wonder how it tastes right out of your cunt." He lowers his head in between your thighs, eyes still on you. Yuji takes out his tongue, the tip licking a long strip up your wet folds, teasing you.

"Hnnngg- Yuji..." You throw your head back, digging your head onto the soft pillows. Yuji's tongue begins pressing against your folds, thrusting in and out. His mouth starts doing quick work of sucking on your soft and soaked cunt, the slick that he isn't able to lap up come dripping down his chin messily.

Just as you feel an orgasm forming once more inside you, you hear the front door open and then shut close. The two of you still, quieting down to listening to whoever trespassed.

"Itadori?" The two of you let out a breath of relief at the sound of Megumi's voice and not some random stranger's. "Look man, I came to apologize. I know you wanted to exorcise that curse and I took the chance from you. Can we please talk this out?" Megumi yells, his voice loud enough to resonate all throughout the apartment.

Yuji looks at you with his brow raised slightly, eyes glimmering in mischief. "You said I could do whatever i wanted with your tonight, right?" He asks and you nod your head, heart thumping in anticipation of whatever plan he has in his head.

"Bedroom." Yuji yells, your eyes widening as he smirks mischievously at you. He returns back to his meal, thrusting his tongue inside your velvety walls as you feel your orgasm slowly creep towards you.

The bedroom door flies open and there, Megumi stands, shocked. Yuji turns around, "You may have done a better job than me at work, but I can do better in bed." He sticks three fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out even more.

"Yuji-"

"What about it, Megumi? Prove me wrong. If you can pleasure my wife better than I can tonight, I'll let our problem pass." Yuji offers, fingers still pumping inside your walls.

"That doesn't make any sense-" You're cut off when Yuji presses against your g-spot, a moan ripping from your throat instead. Yuji turns back around at Megumi, tilting his head to the side. "Come on man, stop being a pussy and fuck my wife the way you want to. I see how you look at her."

Your eyes widen, Megumi has been looking at you?. The thought of his hungry eyes running up and down your body, wild thoughts invading his head and the possibility of being able to get him hard... "Oh, fuck!" You moan loudly as an orgasm rips through you, the thought of being able to be such a vixen for Megumi pushing you off.

Yuji's eyes widen at you cumming suddenly. It takes a moment for him to piece the two together but as soon as he does, he's grinning like a madman. "You saw that 'Gumi? She came just from the thought of you fucking her." Yuji laughs, pulling his fingers out of your cunt, manhandling you so your head was now on the foot of the bed, hanging as your glassy eyes looked over at Megumi. He looked hungry.

You hear Yuji unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He pumps himself a few times, taking some slick from your wet folds to serve as lubricant. He pushes his length inside you, making sure you take every single inch of him until your cunt is pressed against his pelvis.

"Come on, Megumi." Yuji presses his fingers inside your mouth, "This mouth isn't gonna fuck itself."

Yuji begins thrusting inside you and you let out loud moansas your eyes roll back, your whole body feeling like it's on cloud9 given that you just finished two orgasms. By the time you open your eyes back, they widen as you're greeted by the sight of Megumi holding his cock out right in front of you. You feel your mouth water at the sight, your tongue lolling out instinctively, silently asking for it.

"See? She wants this. Such a fucking slut." Yuji thrusts deeply and roughly at every word, making you moan loudly. Megumi pushes his cock against your tongue, sucking in a breath as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting his precum.

You suck on the tip, tongue doing sloppy work of the blowjob since your hands are immobilized. Megumi takes you by the back of your head, pushing his length inside you. You're barely taken half of him and your mouth is already so full. You want more.

"She likes it when you go down her throat. Don't you, whore?" You feel yourself getting closer at every degrading name Yuji calls you. Megumi pushes himself even deeper, you feel his cock reaching your throat. The dark haired man watches as his cock go deeper down your throat. His breath hitches and he stays in there for a moment, completely mesmerized by the sight of his cock protruding under your skin. You swallow around him, the contractions pushing him over the edge, causing him to release inside your throat.

He pulls away quickly and you gasp for air, panting heavily. "Show him your mouth, doll." You open your mouth at Yuji's command, showing Megumi no trace of his cum inside you.

"Y/n..." Megumi whispers under his breath, watching as Yuji pulls you towards him. He sits you on his lap, your head dizzy from giving Megumi head. Yuji thrusts inside you, the new position causing him to go even deeper than before. "Why don't you invite our good friend over there?" Yuji whispers into your ear and you turn your head to the side, giving Megumi a sight of your fucked-out expression. Glass eyes, a flushed face and glistening lips from his cum.

You point at him, your palm facing up. You curl your finger a few times, motioning for him to 'come here'. He does as told, quietly crawling behind you. Megumi presses his dick against your cheeks, squeezing them both and letting out a moan.

"She has two holes for a reason, no?" Yuji smirks, pressing his lips against yours, tasting Megumi in your tongue. As the two of your tongue slide against each other, Megumi creeps his hand in between your thighs, gathering slick from where you and Yuji are connected.

He pushes a lubricated finger inside your hole, the new sensation making you moan loudly. You've done it with your husband one or two times from behind, but you've never gotten used at the feeling.

Megumi wastes no time in adding another finger, stretching out your hole before pumping himself once more, using his precum as lubricant. He aligns himself on your hole, slowly pushing himself inside as you moan loudly.

Yuji takes your legs by the bottom of your thighs, easily carrying you off the bed as he thrusts himself inside you. Megumi's face contirts into something of pleasure and annoyance, his hands grabbing the underside of your thighs as well to get a better grip of you.

Your head spins at the feeling of two large cocks thrusting inside you, using your two holes greedily. You look up, thanking the heavens for letting you feel this new type of pleasure.

You place one hand on your husband's shoulder as the other hooks around Megumi's neck, your palm on his nape as you rest your head on his shoulder. You let your tongue hang out your mouth, spit dripping from your tongue as your eyes cross, your mouth pulled into a wide, open smile as you feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm.

Yuji looks at your fucked-out expression, eyes widening. "Such a fucking slut, making such a face. You like it when my best friend fucks you in the ass?" Yuji growls, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

"You're taking my best friend's cock so well. Are you that greedy for it?" Megumi's tone sounds deep, dangerous and cold as he pounds into your ass, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you.

"You gonna cum on this cock you slut?" The two of them yell at the same time, causing your head to grow foggy as your orgasm slowly reach you. You can't help but nod, not able to find the right words to answer them.

"You're being fucked dumb by two men right now, you like it so much don't you?" Yuji has the widest grin you've ever seen on him. "I think she does, Yuj. She's just /that/ greedy for cock." Megumi smirks licking your ear.

"Cum..." You whimper, "I wanna... wanna cum..." You say, your energy slowly melting away. "Alright then," Yuji mutters, angling himself so he'll be pushing against your g-spot as he thrusts into you.

"Cum." Their voices together causes a shiver down your spine, your holes greedily milking their cocks as you moan loudly, voice resonating around the apartment. Megumi's eyebrows knit together as Yuji's face contorts into pleasure, their thrusts never stopping, letting you ride out your orgasm. Once you finish, the two of them shoot their cum inside you, your insides feeling heavily hot with their releases.

The three of you stay quiet for a moment, catching your breaths before you feel yourself slowly submit to the darkness. The last thing you see is Yuji leaning in to press a kiss against your lips as Megumi's lips press against your neck.

You wake up with a tshirt on, too big for you so your mind immediately thinks of Yuji. You smile, turning to your right, only for it to fall as you see a shirtless Megumi sleeping there. You begin to panic- did you cheat on your husband? Where the hell is Yuji?

You turn to your left, eyebrows raising at the sight of also a shirtless Yuji there, sleeping soundly. Your eyebrows furrow and you try to recollect the events of last night.

Yuji's anger.

Yuji eating you out.

Megumi's apology.

Yuji sharing you with Megumi.

Yuji fucking your cunt.

Megumi fucking your ass.

A deep shade of red litters your face as you bury it in your blanket, your shuffling causing for the two men to wake up. They sit up, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they look at you.

"Good morning." They greet together with a bright smile.

Oh God, these boys will be the cause of your insanity.

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[xuxishortcake]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are an undercover agent, still fairly new at the job & on the search for two notorious con men, who might be part of a gang in the mafia. it's your job to figure out what's going on but oh my, are they more dashing than expected.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : switch!reader sub!jungkook dom!taehyung smut , cursing, forced into s*x , cream pie , fingering , blowjob , double penetration

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k

hello everyone! this officialy my second fanfic I've written, so pardon if there are any mistakes, grammar errors, etc. feedback is appreciated greatly! hope u love the fic!! ^_^

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you wore a black suit that was nicely tailored to your body. you were driving around in San Francisco because you were assigned to work there for the day. all you knew so far was that you were after two con men who might've been involved in serious Mafia activity. you kept your ears on alert, waiting for more information from your agency. finally, you got an incoming call on your watch.

"hello?"

"hey y/n, it's seulgi. so I've found the house you need to go into, it's in the Presidio Hights neighborhood. I'll send you the full address. " *ding* came in the address & seulgi continued on. "the two men are Korean with the names Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taeyhung. remember, be careful, we have no idea what these two are capable of, there's evidence pointing to them being in the Seo-bang Faction group."

"don't worry," your replied. " I might be one of the newer agents, but I've been taught well. "

"ok. we're counting on you. we have backup, but it'll take about 10minutes to get to the mansion since we don't want them to discover us. "

"gotcha. I'll call once I'm done." & you hung up the phone.

you pulled out the message with the address, put on your navigation system & started driving towards your destination.

thirty minutes later, you arrived & parked nearby the grand mansion you were to go inside of. you scouted far away with a special type of glasses to find an entry way. there was easy to open windows on the second story & you made your way to the mansion. going through the window, you stepped onto the plush, maroon colored carpet. finally inside, you walked as quietly as you could, your shoes were designed anyways to be as quiet as possible but it was better to be safe than sorry. it was surprisingly quite minimalistic with decor, the decor itself though being very ornate. you looked down the interior balcony. a grand set of marble stairs led up to the second floor & third floor. you started walking up to the third floor, there were some pretty expensive looking paintings leading up. finally reaching to the top, you walked down the long corridor. checking in each room if there were any signs of life. no luck. where in the hell were they? could it have been possible they knew somehow someone was coming & left? the final room you were about to check was the biggest, the master bedroom. the first thing you took notice of was the huge espresso colored canopy bed with a velvety crimson bed spread. there were also a few shelves with gold items & books on them. you looked through them all, to see if there was anything hidden but there was nothing. you checked in the huge bathroom, nothing. just a beautiful & large bathtub & joint sink. puzzled, you sat on top of the bed. you hadn't a clue what to do next. there weren't any new messages from the agency, so the two must've been in the house somewhere. you started to feel a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over you. was it because of the jet lag? no, this isn't normal. it was probably sleeping gas. you were now barely able to keep your eyes open & saw two figures walk into the room. {shit.} you thought, & blacked out.

what seemed to be hours later, you slowly started to regain consciousness. you were calling out to your watch to call your agency & nothing happened. you now realized you were tied to a chair & stripped of gadgets, weaponry & even your own clothes. you started to turn your chair around the room to find if there was anyone around. in came from the corridor & into the bedroom the two men you were supposed to find. they both were nicely tailored, as to be expected but the thing that had caught you off guard was their visuals. the two seemed to be in their twenties & were very, very good looking. they sat down onto a sofa that was across from you, both staring intently into your eyes.

"well," said the one with particularly long eyelashes "are you going to start talking or no? "

"yeah, we're not waiting all day for an answer. " vocalized the other, looking you up & down.

you felt absolutely mortified. not only were these men goddamn gorgeous, but you were only in the pair of black lace underwear that was concealed underneath your suit, which was now in a bundle in the corner of the room.

"I was sent here to investigate the two of you."

"by whomst?" asked the one with the long eyelashes.

you stayed silent. if these men were really part of the Seo-bang Faction group you could never let them know where you worked at, for your whole agency could be in grave danger.

"still not trying to talk hm? bring out the gun, jeongguk."

your eyes widened, trying to maintain a calm face. jeongguk went out of the bedroom. a few seconds later, he came back in with an old fashioned looking pistol, handing it over to taehyung. taehyung cocked the gun.

"now tell me, with WHOM are you working for? " he spoke watching intently.

"I'm not going to tell unless you tell me about yourself first." you retaliated.

"oh well, suit yourself." he pointed the gun & pulled the trigger.

your eyes we're closed shut & you were sweating bullets until you realized that you were still alive.

taehyung was chuckling. "oh my, you should've seen your face then, it was priceless i tell you, priceless."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked, clearly shaken.

"oh trust me, he could have" jeongguk interjected "we already knew someone was coming here, we just wanted to have some fun. there are no bullets in that so there wasn't any way to kill you with it. "

"aren't you concerned I'm trying to report about you two? your members of that gang no? "

"haha, no. I can assure you we are just simple, cunning assholes, who like to do frauds, maybe a few scams here & there, but we're not involved in some huge Mafia group."

"do you expect me to believe you?"

"yes, I guess. after all, what else can you do now that you're stuck here?"

"so...what do you want from me then?" you asked.

"like I told you, fun."

"what do you mean exactly? "

"to put it simple, a real fun, hot fuck. we haven't had one of those in a while. sure, you can get a prostitute & we have no problems getting any person that we want, but this, this is much more interesting. " jeongguk said smirking, crossing his arms.

"if you do it, we'll let you go. "taehyung added, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? sure, you had been in difficult situations before, but not like this. this....what were you supposed to tell your agency? you were forced into sleeping with two men who were possibly in the mafia? there had to be another way out of it...

"listen, unless you have super powers & can magically weasel yourself out of very tight rope, there's no other way for you to get out of this. " taehyung said almost as if he could read your mind. "so is it a yes?"

you gave a slow nod.

"hmmm, ok great. well, not that you had much of a choice anyway but I promise you won't regret it. " taehyung stated confidently. "jeongguk, untie her."

& he untied you. rubbing your sore wrists, you looked up at the man who untied you. god, he really was good looking.

"so, what now?" you asked slowly standing up.

"we need to know three things." said jeongguk. "one, are you dominant or a sub, or both? two, what is your safe word? I know technically what we are doing isn't legal, but it's no fun if you're uncomfortable and lastly, three. can you take two cocks at once? "

"I'm a switch, & hell, I bet I could take two. for a safe word...." you looked around "gold."

"ok cool, let's get started then." jeongguk said while pushing you onto the bed.

taehyung stood up from the couch & walked over. the two now standing over your smaller frame, like two foxes staring at their prey hungrily.

"you suck on him." said taehyung pointing at jeongguk. "I'll take care of you."

jeongguk started to unfasten his belt & you, still on the bed turned so you were horizontal,in a dog position. only pants down, you palmed him through his boxers. you finally pulled them down & revealed his half hard on. he was in your hand & you gave a few quick strokes & took him in vigorously. he let out a low groan, you could feel him already growing in your mouth & started to move while you were sucking. he put his hand on your head, keeping you at a steady pace. meanwhile, taehyung was behind you, on the other side of the bed, palming your ass. the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers squeezing your flesh made you gasp. he traced his fingers over to your underwear & pulled them to the side. he ghosted over your slit, collecting some of your wetness onto his fingers. gently, he prodded a finger up your pussy. slowly moving it, in & out & added another one. you moaned, vibrating against jeongguk's cock.

"oh shit, do that again." he said head thrown back a bit, holding onto your head tighter.

taehyung inserted another finger; now three fingers were knuckle deep into you. you could hear how wet you were by the way your pussy was squelching. you had muffled moans for jeongguk kept your mouth full. you had difficulty not crumbling under taehyungs touch, his hands working like magic. he pulled out of you & you whined, desperately clenching around nothing.

"pull out." taehyung said to jungkook while licking off his fingers. jungkook nodded. "y/n was it? go put that brat in his place & do not let him touch you. "

taehyung walked over to a piece of furniture, rummaged around a drawer & came back with a blindfold & handcuffs.

"put these on him." taehyung said as he handed you them.

"aw shit really?? why can't I see?" jeongguk whined, giving a little pout & took off his top.

"because you were having a little too much fun over there. plus, you like being a sub anyways."

jeongguk & you went towards the headboard. you snapped on the handcuffs & tied the blind fold on jeongguk "don't worry," you whispered to him, starting to pull off your panties & bra. "I'll take care of you real good." & it sent shivers down his spine.

you positioned him to your entrance & sank down on him. you both moaned in unison , the stretch feeling incredible. his hips had already starting to move; you bounced up & down on him, hips sometimes twirling. you gave attention to his neck & started to lick & give damp kisses.

taehyung felt his hard on press tightly against his pants & started to undress. he went back to the same drawer from before & he brought out a bottle of lube & got onto the bed. he poured a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers & sat behind you. he took to your neck & started leaving kisses & bites on it, causing you to softly moan.

"do you need to be warmed up? or do you think you can handle me now?" he asked against you, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I mmm think I can take you." you said, moving yourself a little so you were in an angle that he could get inside of you.

"can I have the blindfold off please? I really want to see this." jeongguk said, hips grinding up into yours.

"ok, take it off of him y /n." & you went & did as he said.

taehyung didn't waste any time, he moved his cock over your unoccupied hole,teasing you for a bit, & finally slid in. you moaned out loud, tears starting to form in your eyes. taehyung felt girthier whereas jeongguk was longer, you felt so full & it was wonderful.

"fuck." taehyung groaned against your ear "you're so damn tight." & started to thrust.

you & jeongguk didn't move as much anymore because you both could feel him thrusting into you. taehyung thought he'd take it up a notch & slapped your ass. you moaned out, surprised & had tightened around jeongguk.

"oh my god, I'm gonna cum." he cried out, thighs starting to shake a little.

"I only want you to come when she does. " taehyung said as he thrusted deeper & deeper into you, slapping your ass harder, winning another lovely moan out from you.

taehyung bent over you now & cupped one hand around your tit & the other snaked down to your clit. between the deep penetration in your pussy, the thrusting in your ass, one of taes hands playing with your nipple & the other rubbing circles on your clit, you felt your climax approaching you.

"oh fuck- I'm about to cum." you moaned out, barely able to stay in position, feeling as if you were about to break.

"go then. you can go now too jeongguk." taehyung said, his own thrusts starting to get sloppier.

you clenched around the both of them, moaning out. jeongguk moaned out right after you, finally releasing, shaking beneath you. which triggered a somewhat chain reaction & made taehyung release right after, filling you up to the brim with cum. the three of you rode it all out together. cum was dripping out your pussy & ass, glistening on both of their cocks. you all were panting on top of each other, taehyung pulled out & went to grab some tissues in the drawer of a night stand. you pulled yourself off of jungkook & unchained his hands from the bed. you flopped in the middle of the bed, chest heaving with probably the most fucked out looking face ever. taehyung cleaned the two of you off & then himself, then slid right next to you, eyes starting to close. 

you had no idea how long you slept for, but you could see that it was still light out. then you remembered you were supposed to let seulgi know if the two were suspicious. "shit!" you exclaimed & hurried out of the bed. you picked up your watch from the corner of the room & frantically searched her number to call her. she picked up.

"hello? y/n are you ok?" seulgi asked with concern. "you were off the radar for hours, we were about to send some people over because we weren't get any responses from you."

"oh, no no I'm fine! I think maybe I went offline since I didn't see any incoming messages until now. " you said as you tried to make up something.

"hmmm, that's odd. did you find out anything? "

"sadly no, there's no evidence of their involvement it seems like."

"well then, I'd suggest you leave. we have another place for you to check out. tell me once you're on the road."

"ok." you replied. "I'll talk to you later on." & you hung up.

you went back to the bed & realized taehyung was gone & jeongguk was awake. "you're leaving already?" he asked, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. he then reached his into the drawer of the nightstand & pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"yeah. I need to continue working or they'll think something is suspicious. " you said sliding into your pants.

"awe, that sucks. do you want one by the way?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"no thanks, I don't really smoke." you said, collecting all your stuff & putting it onto the bed.

"well, do you want some red wine maybe?"

you paused. "sure." & sat down next to him, taking the glass of wine he had on top of the nightstand.

"by the way, you were amazing. I don't think I've had that much fun in a good while. " he looked at you with his pretty round eyes, releasing a bit of smoke out of his mouth.

"thank you. I don't think I've ever had that much fun before, ever." you replied taking a sip of the wine. "especially with someone rumored to be in the mafia."

"yeah, pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think you expected any of this at all." he smiled. "we need to do this again, if you're up to it."

"I think I would be." giving him a little smirk. "it's not everyday you find two incredibly hot guys willing to be fuck buddies. I might have to fly back to San Francisco just to fuck. "

you heard footsteps approaching the room & finally saw taehyung, standing in the door way in a cream colored robe with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"so, you're finally awake." he said coming into the room. "how was it?"

"I liked it very much. I just told jeongguk I'll fly back to San Francisco just to fuck you guys." you giggled.

taehyung laughed, getting into the bed with you two. " I hope that is true because I'd love to do this again sometime. " wrapping an arm around you.

"definitely. I have to go now though." you said disappointedly. "I'm expected to continue working."

"hmmm, that's a shame." taehyung said sipping his wine. " I need to give you me & jeongguk's number."

"sure." you two exchanged numbers. "well, I've got to go sadly; wish I could stay longer. today was very enjoyable." you said, buttoning up your blazer.

before you walked out, jeongguk called to you "I hope you can come back! " he said, him & taehyung smirking. you smirked back, waved at them & left.

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[oftenderweapons]

Cold Nights - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.5k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hiya! It’s Hobi’s turn! I have finally finished writing my dissertation, which is currently being checked by my professor. There might be some editing to do, but I’ll have to hand it in on Monday so I’ll feel more relaxed after that. Last step will be presenting it to a commission from my university that will give me my final grade. And then GRADUATION (supposedly November 4th)!

But let’s move on to more pleasant stuff! This fic is set a couple days after Hoseok’s Love Talk and it deals with Hobi’s feels for his Giggles. The end of this drabble is ideally the beginning of Hobi’s Wild Nights.

Word count: around 3k maybe, didn’t check 🤔

Here you can find my Masterlist

Enjoy!

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Hoseok stared at his feet.

He had just left your place and he felt messy.

Yoongi opened the door almost immediately. "Hey."

"Hey." He responded quietly.

"Are you busy? Is Kitten around?" He asked as he entered his apartment and took off his shoes.

"No, she's with Angel." He said.

"They're hanging out a lot together." He noticed. "If I were you I'd be worried."

"Who told you I'm not." Yoongi quipped, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh.

They both entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Beer or soju?"

Hoseok exhaled. "Beer."

"Cool." Actually, fuck. He silently grabbed two cans. Maybe he should directly go for all six of them. This conversation was about to get heavy. "Listen, I love talking about Kitten--"

"You love Kitten, full stop."

"I do, but that is not the point." Yoongi remarked. "What is going on?"

Hoseok laced his fingers together, placing them on the table. "I think you know by now but I'm seeing someone."

"As in dating or hallucinating?" Yoongi asked with a serious, concerned tone which made him even more hilarious.

Hoseok shook his head.

"Just kidding, go on." Yoongi said, happy that Hoseok was hiding a smile. He was glad he could instill some happiness even though he looked so lost.

"Giggles."

"Oh, is that your Kitten?" Yoongi asked. "I mean is she to you what Kitten is to me?" In the meanwhile he put two glasses and the drinks on the table.

Hoseok laid his forehead on the back of his hands. "I don't know. I think so?" He sat up straight again. "She's a masterpiece. Cute and kind and bright and so, so lovely."

"But?" Yoongi nagged. Usually this was the point when Hoseok said he didn't feel anything or that she was boring or that he needed something different.

Hoseok shook his head, laying down again. It was slightly hilarious. "No buts." He rose up again, skittish. "But maybe it's temporary and I'll grow bored or she'll get tired and maybe it's just too early to find out about buts and maybes."

Yoongi opened his bear and poured some as Hoseok merely mirrored his gestures without really thinking. "How long has this been going on with the two of you?"

"More or less... Three months?"

"Mh." Yoongi meditated. His arrangements were usually a few weeks, maybe a couple months. This was the point where his interest just disappeared. From here on it was all uncharted territory for him. That's why he looked so scared, Yoongi thought.

"I don't know if I've been — like — swept off my feet by the sex or if this is actually affection."

Yoongi pouted and nodded.

"I've never had someone like her, Yoongi. I've never felt this need to protect and just gush all over someone. I want to tell everyone about her. And then I want to keep her all to myself."

"Does she make you happy?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes." He didn't hesitate one second. "I've never felt my life so full. It just... It feels like I don't even have to try. Like she needs to be in my life for some reason because she makes it better."

"What do you expect from your ideal partner?" Yoongi asked taking another sip of beer.

Hoseok looked at the glass and drank too, reflecting on his answer. "I think other than love and respect, maybe... Peace? Serenity? Someone who can pick me up when I feel down? She's just... She's ticked all the damn boxes so far and I can't help but be continuously reminded of how fucking perfect she is." Hoseok scrunched his face. "If she's not the one, then I don't know who could possibly be."

"And I bet you haven't told her about this, huh?"

Hoseok let himself go, his elbows propped on the table, his head in his hands. "How could I? I don't even know what the fuck is going on.".

"You do know though."

"How can I, Yoongi? How can I ask that?" Hoseok raised his voice. "This started as sex, Yoongi. I'm not like you wrapping my emotions in gift paper and handing it to my partner whenever I start seeing someone new."

Yoongi stayed still, blinking.

"Sorry. I overreacted. I think I'm in panic mode." Hoseok frowned. "It's... I'm afraid she'll throw me away?"

"You should be having this conversation with Namjoon. Do you remember what he put himself through for that precise fear?" Yoongi poured all the beer left in his can. "I think you should tell her you want to be with her. Call it what you want. Maybe Kitten and I did it the traditional way, went on dates, did stuff together, said our "I love you"s and got together, but that's not the only way to do that. You know how it went with Joon and Vixen."

"They were dating too. Giggles and I are not like that."

"How did it happen?"

"Mickey's vet was on holiday during an emergency, I took him to the vet and she was the substitute. It sort of spiraled out of control."

"I wanna ask how, but I'm not sure I wanna know." Yoongi snickered.

"I asked her number, she gave it to me. Went to a sort of a date but things got kinky and we hit it off..." He slipped into silence.

"Hobi, I think you should just find the nerves to tell her you want more. I know it's scary as fuck and everything, but I'm pretty sure she's a sweet girl who'd love to be by your side."

"She is sweet." Hoseok said with dreamy eyes. "And caring, and loving and funny and so, so soft."

"Just ask her out already. Simply tell her 'Hey, you, I know we've been going at it like bunnies for months but do you wanna go out for dinner or whatever, see if we work as something more?" Yoongi resolved practically.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" Hoseok asked, a little anxious.

"I think the right way to approach this is, what happens if she says no?" Yoongi reasoned.

"I don't want to think about it."

"In my opinion she would just say 'thanks man, but I'm not interested' and you'd just keep fucking like bunnies."

"And what would I do with my feelings?" Hoseok asked, frowning at his empty glass.

Yoongi smiled bitterly. "I am not the greatest advisor with this but I'd say you either keep them on the low or let them go. If you can." He perched himself on the chair, bringing his knees to his chest. "Personally, if she said no, I would let go of her and find someone new. It hurts but usually you cannot kill feelings for someone. The more you go on, the more it hurts. But just talk it out with her, casually."

Hoseok nodded and stood up abruptly. "I can't keep living with the doubt. I can't go on like this. Gotta go. Thank you, Yoongi."

Hoseok dashed for the entryway, Yoongi at his heels. "Guess if it goes sour you'll text me for a drunk pity party?"

Hobi was already putting his shoes on. "Guess so." Left shoe.

"And if it goes well you'll just go AWOL for a couple hours?" Yoongi suggested.

"More like a couple days, but we'll see." Right shoe. He stood up, grabbing his coat. "Thanks a lot. You know you're the best friend in the world, right?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft smile. "You are, too. Good luck."

"Thanks, see you!" Hoseok sprinted out of the door.

Yoongi simply closed the door behind him, shaking his head with a smirk.

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"Hey." One sweaty, breathless Jung Hoseok stood at your door. His call had caught you by surprise: when you had picked up your phone he asked if you were home so he could stop by. You told him you had just arrived from your shift. And now you were at your doorstep, staring at each other.

"Hello." You said with a confused smile.

"I'm in love with you." He declared, still breathless, hunched down, standing with his knees bent and his hands propped on them for support.

You blinked a few times, asking yourself where all of this was coming from.

Fuck it. "I love you too." You said, ignoring the common sense and reason suggesting you asked an explaination for this.

He went wide-eyed with incredulity, standing up straight. Next thing you knew he was kissing you desperately, pushing you back in your apartment and closing the door with his foot. "I love you." He purred.

"I love you too, Hobi. I'm in love with you, baby."

He growled. "Bedroom. Now."

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

Hi sorry to bother u I wanted to ask how do you figure out your writing style & get comfortable with it? Ik it's really simple but I always find myself reading different writing & thinking oh that's how you write & changing my perspective on what good writing is. Ik everyone has a different style & that's ok, I just find it hard being comfortable in how I write in fear of it being too simple & not invoking anything from the reader. Sorry to dump my insecurities on u, thanks for your help

Hi! Don't worry about it. You're not bothering me. I'm happy to help 😊

Feeling insecure about your writing style is more common than you think. When I started writing, I thought my work wasn't good enough. Most of my favorite writers back then have chapters with +4k words, their stories was filled with angst, intricate plot twists, action, purple prose. My stories, on the other hand, rarely reach 3k words, they're mostly focused on love and its consequences, characters' emotions, real life like events and a more "mauve" prose (it's in between beige and purple, but with a dash of blue 😁).

With time, I learned that my writing style is simply how I express myself when I write (fan)fiction and it isn't a bad thing. I like to be objective, to understand other people's emotions, I am motivated by love and it all reflects on how I write my stories. If I like all those things about myself, why wouldn't I want my stories to express all of that?

That doesn't mean your writing won't change. It will. Because you change all the time. Every single thing that you learn and experience, the stories you like to read/watch, the songs you listen to will make an impact on you and on your writing. So, if you feel like you need to improve your writing, be more in touch with the things close to the style you want to develop. But don't be so hard on yourself.

I know it takes time, but I truly hope one day you'll say you're proud of your own work.

Thanks for the ask! Have a lovely week!

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[louisfeatharry]

I'm having a shit day. So far, I've had to watch my sister go away to America to college, have huge period cramps, and am being haunted. Could you rec some hardcore fluff to deal with it all?

oh no :( i’m sorry! i hope things get better! but here’s some fics that are hella fluffy like a cloud and really made me smile/laugh! the first one by whoknows is a personal laugh-out-loud fave! (there’s like a dash of angst in it but nothing too bad!)

Up To No Good by whoknows (26k)

Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.

It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.

Sometimes Harry hates his life.

cook for me (if you can handle me) by yoursongonmyheart (13k)

louis tomlinson, much to his own despair, gets thrown into a four week cooking class taught by culinary student harry styles. pair that with his classmates zayn and niall who may or may not know his roommate liam, and you've got a recipe for fun.

aka, a wildly self-indulgent crack fic.

Dance Me (to the End of Love) by phdmama (19k)

You would think that it's a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it's no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end.

Fate's A Bitch Really (Yes) by CalamityK (3k)

Louis is twenty-three now, and painfully aware that “Yes.” Is quite a common response when first meeting someone. -----or that soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate is supposed to say to them tattooed on their body

Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows (31k)

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

Heart on an Open Highway by afirethatcannotdie (5k)

AU. Harry's a popstar about to release his second album, and Louis is the Radio 1 intern who gets his heart racing.

Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine (87k)

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

MARRIED FOR A WEEK?! by gravitycentered (20k)

Hi guys :) You might recognize Harry from one or two of my old videos .. I was tagged in the Married for a week challenge so I asked him to be my husband ! We had to live together for a week and take each other out on a couple romantic dates and that, check out the video to see how it went :) Give it a like if you enjoyed and maybe subscribe if you haven't already. Love you all

- Louis x

orange you glad i stole your heart? by nauticalleeds (10k)

There are only four left.Louis does the math in his head. Last week, he only picked two, and there had seemed to be a decent amount left. Or had he been hallucinating? He isn’t sure.Now that he thinks about it, the tree has been lacking recently. He recalls a particular tangerine that was difficult to reach, a bit on the higher side. Tall Tangerine Terrence, he had secretly dubbed it in his head. But now, even Tall Tangerine Terrence is gone.

Or, Louis has an unknown neighbour who keeps stealing his tangerines. He didn't expect for his heart to be stolen, too.

For the prompt: "louis notices his tangerine tree becoming bare, which is strange bc he never picks more than he needs. one day he sees his neighbor's arm from over the fence, reaching up to pick off his tree. but he's gone inside before louis can come out. finally one day, louis sprints out and catches him in the act. his neighbor, harry, is a little scared but louis is ok about it, tells him to ask. they end up having a system where harry bakes him things for tangerines."

Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante (333k)

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

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