#I’m surprised anyone noticed seeing I’ve only done this a handful of times

[chloesimaginationthings]

i just realized Michael adds bandages later in his design (anything specific abt that??)

Michael’s design actually started with the bandages on his face, the few times he doesn’t wear them though is when he’s alone with Vanessa

Basically my reasoning for this is Michael feels more comfortable and safe with Vanessa, so he’s more willing to show her his scars and wounds, compared to when he’s with the others

#ask reply #I’m surprised anyone noticed seeing I’ve only done this a handful of times #I wanted to fix Michael’s no bandages designs basically that’s why I haven’t done it in awhile #but yeah he wears no bandages cause he trusts Vanessa #which I thought was really sweet #Afton siblings across time and space 💜

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve got the tattoo the day they held the very small, very secret service for Eddie.

He knew he had to get it somewhere hidden, didn’t wanna answer questions, not even from Robin.

The E+S on his upper thigh was precious to him, all he had left of the promises they made to each other as children and again as teenagers.

Eddie was Steve’s, even if he wasn’t here, and Steve would always be Eddie’s, even if Eddie no longer knew.

But eventually, the end of summer came, and the kids wanted to have something normal. Normal for them was a pool party that ended in a sleepover, and Steve didn’t have much choice about making it happen.

He wanted them to have something normal.

So he got his bathing suit on, forgetting the tattoo was in a spot that might show in it, and tried to have fun with them.

Robin noticed and then Max noticed, and once he’d tried getting out of the explanation twice in a row, Dustin and Will noticed.

So he just explained that he lost a dare with Tommy years ago and that got them to stop asking.

But he found himself crying in the shower that evening, trying his best not to make any noise as sobs wracked his body and it got harder and harder to breathe.

The only thing that snapped him out of it was the knowledge that Eddie would want him to go back downstairs to be with the kids. He wouldn’t want to see Steve like this.

He kissed his fingertips and pressed them to his tattoo, just like he’d done every single day since he got it.

And then he went downstairs to be with the kids.

His one rule during sleepovers at his house was he still go to sleep in his own bed. Sometimes Robin would join him, but most of the time, he slept alone.

He couldn’t sleep.

He could feel the exhaustion deep in his bones, but every time he closed his eyes and tried to drift, he’d get an overwhelming feeling of being watched.

His eyes would open and he’d look around, confused and frustrated.

And nothing would be there.

Which was good, great even. He didn’t want there to be anyone or anything there. But he did want an explanation for this feeling.

He sat up in his bed and sighed.

Maybe he could-

Something was definitely in his bathroom. The door had been closed earlier, like it always was, and now it was halfway open.

The light was off.

Steve stood from his bed silently, crept to the bathroom with his nail bat raised, and considered what would happen if he died up here.

“That’s a depressing thought even for your melodramatics, sweetheart.”

Steve barely resisted screaming at Eddie’s voice.

“Oh god. I’ve finally fuckin’ lost it,” he said as he turned the bathroom light on.

“I dunno. You still got it, baby. Even if you lost some weight in your ass.”

Eddie, or something that looked and talked like Eddie, was sitting on the sink in the bathroom.

“I did like those little swim trunks, though. Hope you wear those again for me.”

“What the fuck.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I said when I woke up alive. Kinda thought I was dying. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t.”

Steve held his bat tighter.

“Eddie? How?”

Eddie hopped off the sink and stepped closer, slowly, so he wouldn’t scare Steve.

“Not sure. But it’s not the craziest thing that’s happened.” Eddie wanted to touch him, Steve could tell. His hands were clenching into fists to resist. “I know I’m not human, but I’m close enough, I think.”

“Close enough for what?”

“To love you.”

Steve dropped the bat and fell against Eddie, burying his face in his neck and breathing him in, not caring about the dirt or sweat or grime clinging to his skin.

It was Eddie, and he’d take him any way he could have him.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been trying to get back here for so long.” Eddie’s arms held him tight enough to bruise. “Won’t happen again, won’t leave you again.”

Steve’s sobs were loud, but trying to contain them physically pained him. He’d been in enough pain for months. He had to let these out.

He felt Eddie waving his hands behind him, but then heard Robin’s rambling and decided to turn.

“-and he’s been distraught for months but didn’t tell me anything and then I saw his tattoo earlier and I thought, well, must just be a joke you guys had. And then I was like, no, can’t be, because you barely spoke. Or at least I thought you did. Clearly I’m wrong. I’m super wrong. Wrongest I’ve ever been maybe.”

“Robs.” Steve’s choked voice silenced her. “You know how I told you to go for it with Nancy because I really didn’t have feelings for her?”

“I don’t see how this is relevant, but yeah.”

“She protected me, both of us, really, so we could be together. Offered to pretend to date me so no one would get suspicious.”

“Steve. Steve Harrington. You had a beard?”

Eddie snorted. “I know you said she was funny, but I’m pretty she’s my second favorite human now.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been with Eddie for forever. I mean, since we were kids practically.”

Robin was silent. A rare thing for her.

“Robin?”

“Sorry, just taking this in.”

“Yeah, Eddie being alive is a lot-“

“Not that. That is gonna come a lot later once I stop and think about the fact that he’s some kind of zombie.” Robin leaned against the doorway. “The fact that I came out to my best friend and he didn’t return the favor. That is queer code, Steve.”

Eddie laughed, and Steve let out another sob. He’d missed him so much, missed his laugh, his arms around him, his heartbeat-

“Eds. Eddie.” Steve lifted his head and pressed both hands to his chest. “You-“

“Ah. So I don’t seem to have a heartbeat anymore. As far as I can tell, I did actually die.” Eddie shrugged as if this news wasn’t absolutely insane. “So my best guess is vampire since I prefer blood to brains. But I can get by without it for a pretty long time.”

“How long?”

“Well, I haven’t had any since the day I woke up. Which is a few months according to your calendar.”

Robin held her hands up. “I’m going. Good luck. The kids are gonna flip.”

“Do not tell them. Not yet.”

Steve needed tonight, needed to have Eddie to himself before everyone else stole it for a while. He wanted to be selfish for the first time in a very long time. He knew Robin would understand.

“Sure thing. But you’re gonna have to be quiet. You’re lucky none of them heard you crying.”

Steve nodded and curled back into Eddie, placing a kiss against his neck.

“Glad you’re back Eddie,” she said as she left.

“I need a shower,” Eddie said. “Think it’ll wake the kids?”

“Nah. They slept through a tree falling in the yard last month during a storm. Just need to be quick,” Steve pulled away to start grabbing what he’d need for a shower, but Eddie pulled him back on, running his nose along his neck and sending chills down his spine.

“You wanna join me?” He asked.

“Of course I do. But we won’t be quick if I join you,” Steve smiled.

A real smile. One he realized he hadn’t had on his face since spring break.

“You wanna wait in bed for me, then?” Eddie beamed back at him.

“Can I stay in here? I don’t-“ Steve sighed. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Eddie’s smile softened into something endeared. “Yeah, sweetheart. You can stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I missed.”

Steve told him about everything he could while he showered away the Upside Down grime, watching his shadow behind the glass door of the shower to make sure it never disappeared.

They made sure the bedroom door was locked before crawling into bed together, Steve laying on top of Eddie like he always did before.

He was heavier, but Eddie never cared.

Steve slept so long, Eddie had no choice but to go downstairs in the morning so no one would wake him up.

The chaos that ensued was nothing short of overwhelming, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He was happy to back with all the kids, even if they asked incredibly inappropriate questions about his body to find out what he was.

When Steve finally came down, he was still half asleep and barely registered the open-mouth stares of everyone as he came up to Eddie and rested his head on his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist.

Eddie smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, baby.”

“Sunshine?!” Dustin yelled.

“Baby?!” Mike yelled louder.

“Make them go away,” Steve sighed against his neck.

“You don’t wanna explain?” Eddie asked him, half joking.

“Not today. Scare them or something.”

“You think Eddie can scare us? We’ve all almost died!” Lucas said.

“Fine. Eddie and I are together, have been forever. The tattoo on me is our initials. Get out of my house.”

The kids just stared at them in silence until Steve finally turned from Eddie and put his hands on his hips.

“I wasn’t asking. Get out.”

The kids scrambled to leave, making promises (threats) to come back soon.

Robin waved as she walked out with them, throwing them both a wink and knowing smile.

“So how long do you think we have until they come back?” Eddie asked, rocking them back and forth gently.

“Few hours maybe.”

“I can do a lot in a few hours,” Eddie nipped at Steve’s ear, making him shiver and laugh.

“You got super strength with your new life?” Steve grinned at him.

“I wouldn’t call it super, but I could definitely carry you back to bed.”

Steve jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist, arms around his neck.

“Carry me to bed, then, Eds.”

“Anything your heart desires, Stevie.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabble #temporary character death #happy ending #vampire eddie munson

[blue-jisungs]

heyy girlypop 😘

can i request a skz and how/what partner privilege they give you?? 😍

partner privilege ♡

a/n. girlypop😭😭😭😭😭 will do 🤞 sorry for such a long wait bestie 🤧

i wrote something similar with svt if anyone is interested ^_^

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

everyone, including you, thought that whenever chan has a song idea or has written lyrics he shows it to the boys first. whether 3racha or felix or the others if they’re nearby. only then the producers and then you. but one day, after chan gave you a new song to listen, you were sitting in the kitchen and reading a book. han and changbin walked in, chatting about something. subconsciously you listened to the convo, which happened to be about the song. “yeah, i wonder what it’s like. or if he used the thing i told him about” han nodded and you rose your head. “oh the adlibs? the song is a banger, i’m sure stays will love it” you hummed and sent them a smile. “how do you know how it sounds?” changbin asked. “chan let me listen to it… am i the first one? i thought you were–“ you halted. “and we thought we were first–“ han mumbled, dialling chan’s number. blush crept at your cheeks, a sudden feeling of butterflies in your stomach. were you always the first listener…?

┆彡 MINHO [ 민호 ]

“hey, we’re back–!” felix hummed and was met with your quiet shh! looking at chan in surprise, they walked closer and noticed minho napping on your lap, quiet snores leaving his mouth. you were caressing his hair gently, giving them a silent warning to be quiet. “oh wow. first time in years i see this man asleep on someone else” chan grunted and they went to unpack the groceries. you continued running your fingers through his hair, warmth spreading across your heart. minho is truly like a cat; only falling asleep on a person he fully trusts and loves wholeheartedly.

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

you pop into the room, peaking your head and seeing your boyfriend engrossed in a lively discussion. “hey, binnie, ready to go?” you ask, drawing attention. he smiled wildly and proudly, standing up with a ‘sure, let’s go’. that causes hyunjin to gasp dramatically and jeongin side eye seungmin. “you literally told us your car just broke” seungmin murmurs and you frown. “well, whatever y/n wants, she gets. which includes rides” he chirps happily and drags you out before they start shouting. “you told them your car broke?” you laugh as he opens the door for you. changbin just winks and points at the aux. “shhh. you can play some music” he grins and hopes they don’t see it from the dorm window. because they’re absolutely not allowed to touch anything in the car.

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

hyunjin stops in his tracks once you kneel down and start tying your shoelaces. “oh, you don’t have to” you mumbled, looking up and smiling at him. your boyfriend shakes his head and mirrors your smile, kneeling down too. “how could i not?” he hums and waits for you to finish. changbin turns around once he realises he didn’t hear hyunjin’s laughter in a while and gasps. noticing you two are far behind, he grunts: “he never waits for me when i tie my shoes”. once you’re done, he stands up with you and grabs your hand, swinging it back and forth dramatically. jeongin suddenly kneels and ties his shoe… only for hyunjin to pass him by, chuckling. changbin sighs as if to say “see, this is what i meant”.

┆彡 JISUNG [ 지성 ]

“no, go away!” you’re met with jisung’s growl when you enter the room. lino pouts and leans away, rolling his eyes. they greet you, han’s mouth stuffed with food. you smile and sit next to them. after he’s chewed, he pokes your cheeks. “hi baby, how was your day?” han asks and slaps lino’s hand that made its way to his bento box. “it’s was decent. i missed you” you hum and peek at his lunchbox. it looks delicious, with the fried rice and chicken and– “you want some?”. you nod shyly and in no time han gives you it, along with a pair of chopsticks. minho gasps, punching jisung’s arm. “i’ve been begging you for a bite for half an hour and you–! hmpf” minho grunts and waddles away, offended. “ignore him. if you want, you can finish it. it’s delicious, isn’t it?” your boyfriend asks and laughs when you nod energetically. eyes staring at you lovingly when you take another bite, han smiles.

┆彡 FELIX [ 필릭스 ]

han walked into the room, letting out the loudest gasp ever. you turned around slowly, still busy with chewing the apple. both of you frowning, shock on your faces. “what?” you ask and han rushes to you, trying to push you off the chair. “are you crazy?! felix doesn’t allow anyone to touch his gaming set! get off or he’ll kill you like he tried to choke me when i touched his computer for a split second–“ jisung panics and you just shove the apple slice into his mouth to silence him. “he allows me to play on his set, though? look, here’s a house i built in the sims!” you chirp and show them the building, leaving han speechless and with flashbacks of the pure purge once felix found out one of them even tried thinking about logging into his account…

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

chan sighs heavily and passes you in the hallway. you give minho a questioning look but he just shrugs, returning to his phone. you plop down on the couch, next to your boyfriend when a sudden gasp rips from your lips. “dang, i forgot to take my phone” you grunt and are about to stand up when seungmin places a hand on your thigh, standing up himself. “i’ll get it for you, i was on my way to kitchen either way. do you want something cold to drink too?” he asks softly and you send him a wild grin, nodding. seungmin startes at you lovingly and off he goes. chan comes back and sits at his place, mumbling something underneath his breath… “of course he’ll get y/n’s phone but when i ask him, suddenly he’s asleep”. a blush creeps on your face, minho giggling at chan’s misfortune.

┆彡 JEONGIN [ 정인 ]

“–and then he proceeded to slap my arm because i just borrowed his hoodie!” chan whined, crossing his arms. you laugh softly, patting his arm. “no, don’t worry. it’s nothing personal” you hum and see a text notification from your boyfriend announcing that he’ll be there in a second. chan looks at you, almost hugging a thanks when his eyes widen. “isn’t that his hoodie though? and his… shoes? and the cap too?!” he gasps. “yeah! he allows me to wear his clothes…? i didn’t want to say anything because you’d feel bad but…” you stopped once i.n entered the room. before chan starts to argue, jeongin simply reasons: because they look better on you than on chan.

[ masterlist <3 ]

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#blue jisungs's requests #skz fluff #stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz reactions #skz hyunjin #jisung skz #skz jeongin #skz lee know #skz bang chan #skz changbin #skz seungmin #skz felix #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz requests #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz soft hours #skz boyfriend

[bobbin-buckley]

Broken Glass

Cairo x SoccerPlayer!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your troublemaker girlfriend breaks up with you

Warnings: Break up, mentions of lung cancer

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cairo was always difficult to deal with. Always exploding over the small things you say that come out as a insult to her, or the bold assumptions she makes. Cairo was a girl who never cared about anyone other than herself, but in this case she cared for you..

Today was her girlfriends ball party, you are Cairo’s girlfriend. You held this party because of your congrats on winning your soccer game. And ball dances happened to be your favorite, so you held one.

She was currently dancing with you slowly, it was a slow dance..her hands around your neck as you kept your hand placement on her waist. She was wearing a white gown, that hugged her hips nice..

She seemed quiet and relaxed as she danced with you, but really her mind was running a hundred miles per hour. Her hands left your neck, pulling away before speaking.

“Can we step outside? I need to talk to you.” She said, looking pretty tense now.

The big smile you had on your face was now gone, but nodded to follow her anyways. She takes your hand and brings you out the garden terrace. She turns to you, letting go of your hand and leaning against the railing. Her brown hair shinning in the moonlight.

“Can I ask you something?” Cairo was looking at you, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. “Yeah, always.” You replied with, leaning against the rail with her.

She glanced down at her heels for a moment, gathering herself for what she was going to say. She seemed really nervous, she isn’t good about expressing her feelings, so she gets straight to the point.

“…do you really love me? Do I mean..anything to you?” Cairo asks, her voice broke a bit.

You furred your eyebrows, caught off guard by the question a bit..but it didn’t really surprise you. She seemed to always ask questions like these when she felt insecure, which you always replied with the same certain response. “Of course I do. Cairo you’re my girlfriend, I love you.”

“You do?” Her voice trembles. She seems confused, which confused you. It’s like she’s digesting the response. Her own love life has been so complex.. she still doesn’t even fully understand herself, but she wants to believe what you’ve said.

“Are you sure?” You notice the tears in her eyes swell up more, she’s holding back tears. “Yes of course I am,” you respond. “What’s going on my love?”

“I-it’s..” Cairo’s having a hard time finding the words, as she’s on the verge of a breakdown. She glanced around the terrace, looking at the small water fountain in the middle..seeing the moonlights reflection in it.

She held a hand up to her mouth to cover up sobs. “My…my mom…” she squeaks out. You tilt your head a bit, “what about your mom?”

“She has lung cancer..” your eyes widen at her words. She breaks, tears streaming down her face. She hadn’t told anyone..or muster up the courage to say something about the situation..maybe only her close friends…but how come not you?

“A-and I’ve been so distracted because of it. I haven’t been able to focus on anything, my grades are going down..” she couldn’t finish her sentence..her breathing becoming harsh..sobbing a lot.

“Hey..hey shhh..” you wrapped your arms around her small form, trying to comprehend the situation. “I’m so sorry baby..”

Cairo leans her head on your chest, letting out some more sobs. She’s been a loss of support..but of your presence there she’s slightly relieved. Less weight on her shoulders when you embrace her.

“I-i didn’t know how to tell you..” she whispers through a few more cries. “Hey..shhh, it’s okay.” You rub her back.

Cairo takes a deep breath as her sobs subside a bit. She pulls away from your embrace, which only increases your worries. She clears her throat, “thank you.”

You nod, happy to calm her down a bit..but not convinced enough she’s done. “Always. I’m glad you told me though..how is she right now?” You weren’t close with Cairo’s parents, I mean they were pretty much gone all the time since they’re lawyers ..but hearing that her mother had lung cancer, was shocking.

You rubbed her cheek and she smiles a bit at the gesture, relieved to tell you about the situation, albeit with a lot of difficulty. “She isn’t doing very well..” she took a deep breath, finding it hard to keep her tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to continue..it’s okay..”

She had something else to say, and you knew it. But you aren’t prepared. “But, there’s something else.”

There it is

“What is it love?” Now were you worried.

Now she doesn’t want to say it, but she’s already put herself in the situation. She knows if she says never-mind you’ll keep asking her. But despite her shyness, she speaks again.

“I..I don’t think I can be your girlfriend anymore..”

Your eyes widen, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. “Wh-what?”

Cairo nods her head slowly as she looks down. She seems scared to have said those words, apprehensive to your next response. Her voice trembles as she speaks again, “I..I don’t think I’m cut out for a relationship right now..”

Those words hit you like a bus. You can’t believe the situation right now, even at Cairo’s confession. You both have been together for five months now, things were going fine…you loved each other. But now she wanted to end things now? At your celebration? You get the fact her mom has lung cancer, but it isn’t like she’s dead….yet.

“It’s- its because of your mom..? Isn’t it.” You finally spoke up. “Yeah..” she confirms, her throat is dry. More tears flow, sobs continuing. She turns away from you, afraid to look at you.

“O-okay..” you step back, voice trembling too. As your own tears flood down.

“Please, I don’t want you to think it’s your fault.” She turns around to face you again, she scans your hurt face. She knows she messed up, your posture and facial expressions says it all. She’s aware of your sensitivity, she knows how you blame yourself when she is upset.

“N-no it’s fine..I mean yeah- I get it.” You let out a shaky breath, your own thoughts forming.

Maybe she hates you, she doesn’t love you, you aren’t good enough, it’s all your fault, you messed up

“You do?” She looks up at you in shock. Cairo wasn’t expecting such an easy response, she assumed maybe you’d have questions. But she also didn’t want to push the issue further, honestly, she wanted to agree what she was saying. Because outside of her family issues, she’s having a hard time understanding her feelings for you, and to her this was the only way to deal with the situation. Push you away like you’ve never met before, breaking your heart and her own.

You shrug, “I don’t..know what else to say.” Cairo shakes her head, she didn’t expect you to say much. But she did expect a response of begging for her to not leave you..

“I’m sorry,” “it’s not your fault.” You quickly respond.

More weight lifted off her shoulders, but not enough. “You aren’t..gonna convince me to stay?” She was still shocked, wondering why you wouldn’t beg for her back…beg desperately for mercy.

“No..” boy do you wish you hadn’t responded like that, but you were hurt and shocked still. More than likely stuck like that forever if she doesn’t fix the situation.

Cairo’s eyes widen, lips parted. “R-really? You aren’t even gonna…try?”

“I’ve done this before,” “you have?”

You have indeed. Your last break up happened similar, they said you weren’t good enough..made up an excuse to break up and you tried begging for them back. But they didn’t give you any reason and without word, left you.

“Yes, my first relationship. The break up ended the same way, and I tried begging for them back…but they left without a word.”

She blinks, guilt rising up in her. She should’ve known this had happened to you, and why did she not know? She doesn’t know.

“I-I’m sorry.” “Stop saying sorry…”

Because you aren’t, is what you wanted to end the sentence with.

Cairo frowns. She didn’t even realize she was responding with a ‘sorry’ every time she spoke. She sighs, “I’m just..I feel awful about this, I should’ve handled things better.”

“It’s fine. If you think without me is better…it’s fine.”

It isn’t fine

She’s hurt, hurt you aren’t trying for her back. She’s sighs and shakes her head,

“you’re too …..good for me.” “That’s what everybody says.”

Cairo seems even more surprised at your response. She didn't know that people had told you that, but she feels like it's true and it stings her a little. She clears her throat. "I- really?" she asks in a shaky voice.

You nod. Cairo nods, as she looks down again. The truth is that she thinks it's true, too. She knows she's not ready for a relationship, especially with someone like you. It was better for her to let you go, especially if she thinks you… can do better. She sighs as she feels the guilt of her decision rise up again.

“Well, they aren’t wrong.”

Well ouch.

“Ouch.”

Cairo freezes, as she looks straight back at you, her eyes full of tears. That... yeah, that hurt you. That response didn't help her with her guilt at all. She feels like the ground opens up under her feet at the unexpected words.

“Ouch?”she asks.

You sighed, not wanting to explain why it hurt. “Just go.”

Cairo is taken aback by how harsh you are, and her face quickly turns into a frown. She feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, and her breath catches in her throat.

Just... just go? She can't believe this... after all this time they spent together, this is all it took for her to say that so harshly...Even if she was pushing you away first, she doesn’t feel wanted anymore.

“If you think you’re better without me, then just go.” You didn’t want to push her away, but you were.

“Who said I’m better without you?” “You did! You said you’d be better without being in a relationship..and that we weren’t cut out,”

You cried, defending yourself. She grits her teeth, “and…and you took that as I think I’m better without you?”

“Then what?” You crossed your arms, fed up.

Cairo sighs deeply as she looks away. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to make her think that was what she meant. But she feels angry and hurt by her reaction to her words.

“…I said I think I am not ready to be with someone, I never said that I think I can do better without you...”

You sigh. “Then what do you want?”

She doesn’t think before she says, “maybe I would be better without you!”

You shake your head, crying more than before. “Just go..go.”

Cairo swallows deeply as she sees the harshness in her face. She sighs, as she looks down, finally accepting that there is no point in staying. There was no point in fighting back.

“…right.” she says after a few moments, and takes a deep breath. She turns around, starting to take steps away from you, her chest feeling heavy as she does so.

It started raining after, and you watched her leave the garden terrace. Leave you.

Now, all there was..is broken glass

Your fragile heart, shattered

~~~~~~~~~~~

Oops

Mb

Y’all want a part two?

And I’m working on a continuation of ‘Lonely in her Mansion’ I just suck at smut so bare with me 😭

#jenna ortega #cairo sweet #jenna ortega x fem!reader #cairo sweet x reader #millers girl

[mhahaikyuus]

Hair

wc:; 1.4k

tags: black reader x katsuki, newly established relationship (still trying to keep up the illusion for your partner), black reader doing her hair, emotional reader, Katsuki being the rational calm boyfriend, fluffy, cute ending.

a/n: i skimmed barely proofread sorry for any mistakes, hope you guys enjoy. reblogs appreciated.

“I can come over tonight?” Katsuki asked on speaker of your phone. 

You two spent everyday together since he had confessed to you by shoving flowers into your hands and running off before you had a chance to respond in slight shock. 

“Uh I’m busy tonight sorry.” You said watching yourself in the mirror studying your scalp distracted. 

“Okay what about tomorrow?” Katsuki grunted unhappy he would spend time away from you. 

“Tomorrow I'm busy too, i can’t hang out this weekend.” You said eyeing the thin black plastic bag filled with beauty supplies sitting on your vanity. 

He frowned, you always told him about upcoming plans you had. At lunch always rambling about whatever you wanted and him listening with small grunts and nods. You didn’t mention anything before about plans. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. Not wanting to pry so early into a relationship and scare you off. He had plans to make you his permanently but he was nosey. 

“My hair,” You answered honestly.

“What do you mean your hair? It takes that long?” He asked confused. 

“Yeah, it does. I have a lot of hair and it takes a lot of hours sometimes a couple of days.” You admitted with a sigh already dreading the process. 

Katsuki sat there on the other side of the phone with a small sigh of relief. You weren’t blowing him off with anyone else, just your hair. He had no idea about black hair but he knew he cared about you and that meant this was important. 

“Do you need help?” He offered making you silent in surprise widely blinking at the phone. 

The man that would tell his partner in the field to fuck off when he asked. Was readily offering you his help. 

You let out a small laugh, “I do but I don’t think you know what that entails. It’s a really long process and it’s tiring. Im okay though thanks for asking.” 

He just wanted to see you. After spending every day together for a month, he doesn’t know if he could go 3 days. 

“Alright the offer still stands if you change your mind. Don’t tire yourself out.” He sighed and you both said your goodbyes. 

You fiddled with the ends of your hair with a huff. 

“Let’s get this over with.” 

~

You wanted to ram your head into a wall. Staring at half your head being braided, 10 hours down and probably another 7 to go. 

Your back hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt it was not ideal. Not eating all day and getting irritated at everything you were in a mood. 

Throwing the rat tail comb from your hands on the floor you flopped onto your bed in tears needing a break. 

Your phone began buzzing, face still in the mattress you reached around til you found it and pressed answer button. 

“Hello,” You answered muffled 

“Hey how’s it going?” Bakugo asked 

You sniffled pulling your head up tears running. 

“It’s fine.” 

Bakugo heard how upset you were causing his forehead to crease, “What’s wrong baby?” in a softer voice. 

“It’s nothing it’s just my hair and i’m tired and cranky and i haven’t eaten all day. I’ve only done maybe half of my head and i want to stop.” You said through tears. 

“Hey, hey please stop crying it’ll be okay.” Katsuki said trying to soothe you through the phone but it wasn’t working. Noticing a twinge in his chest at the sound of your soft sniffles.

You left out small huffs trying to control your breathing, “Yeah…sorry I should go you don’t want to hear me crying. Sorry to bother.” You realized you were probably scaring away the one guy you did like with your hysterics. 

“No I didn-“ 

“I have to go thanks for calling.” 

Katsuki stared at the phone feeling his stomach sink. 

~

You cried until your eyes were puffy and reluctantly went back to braiding your hair. You were so impatient and tender headed but you would not spend 200+ dollars on box braids. 

After about an hour you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to your boyfriend with a bag of takeout and one from the pharmacy. 

You yelped in surprise slamming the door just as fast as you opened it. 

Katsuki was very confused and kind of hurt at your reaction. 

“Y/n! What the fuck come on.” He yelled from the other side of the door. 

Your face held such embarrassment, hoping this was a figment of your imagination. 

Your boyfriend was NOT here when you looked like a hot mess. 

Your non-black boyfriend at that. 

This is a nightmare. 

“What are you doing here!” You yelled back through the door. 

“Baby you were crying and I haven’t seen you in almost 2 days!"

You groaned, “You can’t see me like this! you have to go home.” 

He grunted in annoyance, “You better open up. Im not leaving when you were crying.” 

You were silent waiting for him to go home and he wasn’t budging. With a sigh you opened the door peaking out at him. 

“Are ya gonna let me in?” He asked with raised blond eyebrows and pretty crimson eyes.

You opened the door and stepped aside. 

“What’s wrong why are you slamming doors and crying?” He asked looking down at you as he entered your apartment.  

You slowly closed the door behind you and leaned back against it. 

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You admitted thankful that you didn't blush noticeably.

“Baby like what.” He sighed dropping the bags on your coffee table and bringing you in close. 

Your head fell into his muscular chest, smelling his cologne.

“My hair.” You mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled back and used one hand to push back your hair to see your face. Your hair is in sections and a half-braided mess. 

“I like you and your hair. So will you calm down please?” 

“Really?” You asked with teary eyes looking up at him. 

“Yes, I do.” He reassured his hands gently holding you, his main goal to calm you down from this tired anxiety driven mood.

“Okay.” You mumbled head falling back into his chest. 

He rubbed your back, “What’s going on?” asking again. 

“I stayed up all night and im not even halfway done. I have a headache.” You mumbled in tears. 

Katsuki led you to the couch and made you take a seat. 

“Take a break. You look hangry and I brought food.” He said propping you in his lap and handing you takeout. 

You finished your food and leaned your head in his neck. Your headache stopping. He was right as usual, you were hangry. 

“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that was mean.” You said wrapping him in a side hug. 

His hand rubbed the side of your thigh with a light kiss on your nose. 

“It’s okay, ya didnt break my nose with the door slam.” Katsuki said making you laugh.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your head and you nodded. 

Katsuki’s thick fingers touching your blow dried hair. 

“It’s soft.” He said with mild surprise, “Like really soft.” 

You laughed, “Yeah I do have soft hair, but so do you.” Reaching up and lightly tugging on his spiky blonde hair. His hair was getting longer in the back. It may be because he loves your hands all over him and especially his head, giving you more hair to yank. Just a theory of course you would never say to him.

He grunted, “You feel better?” 

“Yes…” You nodded as he smiled knowing what he was gonna say

“Crying over the being hungry?” He teased showing his canines with his smile and you rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m just saying.” 

“Are you discriminating against a black woman?” You squinted but Bakugo had heard that before. 

“I just came over here with food to stop your crying and got a door slammed in my face.” He said with narrowed eyes matching your own.

“Uh fine.” You sighed, “Can you not be a good boyfriend so I can call you a bigot.” Your hand trailing up his stomach under his shirt, wanting skin to skin contact.

He pinched the inside of your thigh making you yelp in pain in response. His head deeply buried into your neck just enjoying your touch

“Ow…”You whined rubbing the bruised spot. 

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[lex-the-flex]

Astarion Showing His Scars

A/N: It's about time I wrote something sweet for my favorite vampire! I'm playing through BG3 and can't wait to romance this man.

The evening grew incredibly boring as it seemed there was nothing to do. There was no big fight to take part in, no heroic quest to seek out, the day was just calm. So your crew decided that the best thing to pass the time would be to officially clean the campsite and discard any items that were cluttering the storage chests including taking inventory of Cazador’s Palace. After a long day of taking stock of food supplies, articles or clothing, weapons, and other items you may need, the sun began to set, filling the sky with its beautiful colors of pink and orange. 

Ascending the Palace’s stone steps, both Shadowheart and Gale proposed that you all retreat to your respective rooms after finishing your hot meals and baths when the three of you noticed that Astarion was nowhere in sight. Wandering around the empty halls, the only sound to occupy the silent space was a series of frustrated grunts and sighs from your vampire lover. Opening the door to his grand room, an unexpected sight nearly makes your knees wobble: Astarion stands in the dim light of his room towards the balcony tracing his muscular back with his fingertips, trying to figure out what each of the scribbles mean. 

“What the hell is this? Is it an ‘S,’ or perhaps an ‘E’?” He asks to himself. 

After a moment of silence, Astarion notices you in his peripheral vision, and he turns around in shock. 

“What are you doing?!” He frantically asks, startled by your presence. 

“I- I’m just here to bring you dinner.” You mumble.

Placing down two goblets of blood wine, you cautiously fold your hands over your stomach, trying to ease the sudden wave of nausea. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the Palace tonight.” Astarion replies. 

Taking a long chug from the first glass, Astarion exhales at the liquid's delight before turning to you. Gently holding his shoulder, you try to turn Astarion around to see what he was tracing but you only get so far. 

“What are these? How did–?” You begin, briefly touching the freshly-looking scars. 

Suddenly, Astarion whips around, grabbing your wrist. Scrunching his brows in surprise, Astarion realizes what he’s done, and he lets go of your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, darling. So sorry.” He says, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles, silently apologizing. 

“It’s alright, Astarion. You didn’t mean it.” You reply. 

After a quick pause, the warmth of your hands slowly calms Astarion down. Giving him room to breathe, you quietly step back not wanting to invade his personal bubble.

“I’ve been trying to trace the scars for some time now. Unfortunately I haven’t had the best luck, Y/N. Even in death, Cazador continues to haunt me.” Astarion admits, leaning over the desk chair.

Collapsing against the wooden desk, Astarion crumbles into a fit of despair, questioning whether he’d ever translate the damn scars. Walking over to his side, you hesitantly glide your fingertips on the back of Astarion’s neck, fighting your own forming wave of tears.

“Come here.” You offer.

Opening your arms to the man before you, he sinks down to his knees and hugs your waist. Sobbing into your pair of trousers, all you can do is run your fingers through Astarion’s white curls hoping to cheer him up.

“I’ve never shown my scars to anyone, Y/N. You’re the first to see them in over two centuries and hopefully you won’t be the last. I trust you with all of my heart and soul. I hope that this didn’t come as a shock to you, darling.” Astarion explains.

“What, of course not, Star. Well, it did, but regardless of the scars as well as your old master; they made you who you are. Even if you are a gorgeous vampire who’s afraid of the sun.” You tease, pulling Astarion to stand up.

“Now you’re just being naughty.” He replies with a smile.

Wiping away his tears, Astarion leans his forehead on yours, and softly hums. Pulling you in closer to his body, Astarion presses his lips against yours, knowing that he is truly loved by you.

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[adorethedistance]

The Late Late Show - Bella Ramsey x Reader (18+)

General Masterlist

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI) afab reader, smut, swearing, teasing, lmk if there’s anything else I missed.

Words: 2697

Summary: After a promotional appearance on the Late Late show, you and Bella confess your feelings for one another; your skepticism causes them to prove just how much they like you back.

A/N: It’s almost 1 am. I don’t feel like proof reading this. I want to be done with it. SO here we are LMAO. In all seriousness I’m really stoked on this piece and I hope y’all like it. It’s been a while since I’ve written a full smut so I’m a little rusty.

Pedro, Bella, and I are on the Late Late Show to promote season 2 of The Last of Us, and Mr. James Corden had the incredible idea to make us play ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’. In rehearsal the questions were all mundane and simple to keep the surprises for the actual show. Now that the questions are real, my anxiety has skyrocketed and I anxiously await my turn. So far, Pedro has had a sip of bird saliva and Bella has confessed who their least favorite person to work with in their career was. Now it’s my turn and I’m almost too anxious to comprehend the words coming out of anyone’s mouth. Bella turns the table slowly, watching my face and gauging my reactions to each food as it goes by.

“Y/n.”

“Hm.”

“For this question, I will give you…” They pause to think for a moment, “The one thousand year old  egg.” I fight the urge to gag and Bella laughs deviously. They noticed the way I was particularly disturbed by it when we reviewed all the food options on the table for the camera. Bella laughs their adorable laugh after reading the question written on the cue card; I can’t stop the fake frown that’s appeared on my face.

“Which of mine and Pedro’s acting performances were the worst, and why?” The audience erupts into laughter, cheers, and groans as I contemplate how I can answer this question. “There is no way in hell I’m eating that.”

“Then you’ve got to answer.”

“I don’t know! I think you guys aren’t capable of bad performances.”

“Booooo.”

“Why are you booing me?!” I screech in surprise although I can’t help the smile forming on my face. Pedro jumps in,

“That’s a cop-out!”

“That is such a cop-out answer!” Bella laughs, biting their lip and resting their elbows on the table, displaying their hands that are sparsely decorated with rings.

“Why are you guys teaming up on me? This is so unfair. James, do something!”

“My hands are tied-”

“No, they are not it’s your show!”

“That one thousand year old egg isn’t getting any younger,” Bella quips, a devious smirk adorning their features. More laughter from the audience and I look back at Bella with pleading eyes. They raise their eyebrows to taunt me, clearly enjoying how I’m scrambling for answers. I bite the inside of my cheek and playfully glare. Another eyebrow quirk from Bella. On national television?

I cave, “Oh god. Okay, uh, Pedro. Maybe Mando? Since you’ve got the helmet on and we can’t really see your face emote a lot?”

“Kind of a cheat answer but I’ll leave it be,” Bella teases.

“Bella… Maybe Judy since you didn’t have too much on screen time so you weren’t given a lot to work with?” I attempt to calm my breathing as I wait for the other three to either approve or disapprove my answers. The jury is pleased with my response and I’m saved from eating the egg in front of me that is literally black and green.

We continue another rotation of questions going around the table until James takes us to commercial break. Bella, Pedro, and I stand from the table and head back to the couch for our actual interview portion of the show. It’s the last segment before we’re wrapped and I can’t wait to be finished so I can get out of this makeup and borderline black tie attire.

James gives us the standard questions that come with promoting a show and I find myself struggling to stay present. The way Bella moves their hands and the numerous rings that adorn their fingers are eternally captivating.

I want to just reach out and grab it. To hold their hand in mine and exist like that for as long as we possibly could. I want to hold them in my own and kiss them to show how much I care. I want to clench around their hands as I scream their name loud enough for anyone to hear. I want to bite down on exposed skin as they fuck me and tell me I’m their good girl. I crave Bella. I’ve always craved Bella.

“I think we’ve lost her. Y/n?” I hear James’ voice bring me back down to earth. My cheeks are a thousand degrees warmer as I realize I’ve been caught, lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to belong to Bella.

“What?” I ask when I zone back in. Everyone in the room laughs and I try to blink away my embarrassment.

“You play Dina, correct?”

“I do, yes.”

“This is a new character for this season, what can you tell us about her?”

“Yeah, so Dina is Ellie’s love interest in this part of the story,” I proceed to tell James the same basic spiel that I give every interviewer and he listens intently. He asks a few more questions about the characters and what it was like for the three of us to work closely on set. The interview goes over fun, smooth, and funny and before we knew it, the show was wrapped shortly after. Bella disappears almost immediately in search of a bathroom, leaving me with Pedro as James begins talking with one of his producers.

“Are you okay?” Pedro nudges my shoulder to get my attention. I nod rapidly which does not at all minimize his suspicion.

“Yeah, I’m totally good.”

“You were in space for the entire interview. What’s up?” He asks sincerely. Is this something I should tell him? Is this something I shouldn’t tell him? I’m at a loss for direction but Pedro’s reassuring smile reminds me that he is probably the best confidant on planet earth.

“It’s about Bella…” I start off slowly.

“Yeah, you really seem to like them.”

“SHHHH! Why would you say that so loud?!” I whisper shout which if anything draws more attention to us.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Pedro holds both hands up to try and ease my anxiety and I drop my shoulders to try and reel everything back in.

“You’re right, though. I do really like them.”

“Apparently.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

I scowl, “What do you mean what do I mean?”

“It’s obvious they like you as well.” I tilt my head back incredulously.

“What are you talking about?” Pedro laughs heartily before responding,

“I may not be the smartest person in the room but I’m not an idiot. I see how you look at each other. How they look at you.” My heart flutters with excitement. “It’s a huge crush if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Well, what do I do then?” I ask, and we’re back to square one. Pedro shakes his head at my obliviousness.

“You tell them you like them and then kiss!” He says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Ever the optimist. As I open my mouth to speak, I cut myself off to see Bella has rejoined the three of us. A quaint smile paints their face and my heart flutters again tenfold.

“What’d I miss?”

“Not much from me but Y/n has something to say.” I go wide-eyed and look at Pedro in panic. If looks could kill he would be a dead man this instant. Bella nods at me expectantly and I feel a rush of anxiety in my core. I do my best to cover up the fact that I’m taking a deep breath to soothe my nerves.

“We should go somewhere… not… here.” Bella laughs at the peculiar rhythm of my speech but agrees and follows me backstage. In the dressing room that we shared when getting ready, I flick the switch that lights up the perimeter of lightbulbs around the vanity mirror. Bella senses the tension that’s practically radiating off of me and closes the door behind us.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I just-” I trail off in search of the right words.

“...You just what?” Bella asks, gently.

Moment of truth.

“I really like you, Bella. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m anxious that bombarding you with this information could scare you away, and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore because it would be too awkward. So then I’d be losing not just my best friend, but also just you as a person and I’d hate for that to happen because I like you as a person too and I-”

“I’ve been waiting for this conversation.” Bella says smugly.

“-Have been so worried about- wait what?” As my whole rambling rant lead me to look down, my head snaps back up. “You’ve been waiting for this?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you care to share with the class?” I ask, facetiously causing them to laugh at the sarcasm.

“Pedro and I actually had a bet going for how long it would take you.” I frown at their words and blink away my confusion. Bella drops the smug smile. They stare at me and I feel my face heat up being under their intense gaze.

“You… don’t like me back?” I say, my heart sinking in panic as I had just bared my soul to them.

“Of course I like you back.”

“Well, don’t say that like it was obvious!”

“I made it pretty obvious.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“We spent Valentine’s day together.”

I open my mouth to protest but close it to consider maybe it wasn’t just a ‘Galentine’s’ hang out.

“But-”

“We literally woke up spooning when we had that sleepover.” I blink. Once, twice, and then shut my eyes completely to block out the visual of Bella’s face as I come to the same conclusion.

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty outright.” They simply nod a yes and I feel the weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders at once. “So, you like me?”

“Oh my god-” Bella rolls their eyes, and swiftly comes over to grab my face in their hands and kiss me passionately. Their lips on mine are the symphony of an orchestra that I’ve long awaited. Each movement of our lips, the rhythmic richness of percussion. Their hands tracing down the silhouette of my body, the sensuality of the brass. A desire-filled rush of blood coursing through my entire body, the serenity of the woodwinds. And the intensity of our feelings for one another becoming intertwined into one energy, the complexity of the strings.

I’m fully floating on cloud nine, drifting further and further away from the Earth and into the ethereality of Bella. The kiss started passionately and quickly becomes heated as the two of us revel in our lust for one another.

Bella grips my hair in their hand at the base of my neck, tugging the handful to break the kiss and tilt my chin upwards. They take the new access to kiss and suck the skin of my neck. Grazing their teeth over my larynx, biting into the side and sucking a harsh, clean mark into the exposed flesh. I groan and the sheer eroticism and grip the vanity counter behind me.

Bella’s ringed fingers gently grasp my hips, pushing me back to lean on the counter with more of my weight. They abandon the task of marking me, grabbing the fabric of my dress, pulling it up and cradling the hem of it in their hands at my hip sockets. All the while, they had sunken down to the floor, lustful eyes watching my face as they kneel on the floor.

“Can I?” They ask and I quickly nod yes as my mouth was too dry to form a verbal response. Lifting the hem of the evening dress over their head, Bella bites another hickey into my inner thigh. I squeak at the sensation. It hurts so good.

“Shhh. You’ve gotta stay quiet.” I nod rapidly as reassurance, temporarily forgetting they can’t see my face.

“Got it, sorry.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.” Bella then hooks their fingers into the waistband of the underwear I was wearing. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh out, anticipation dripping from my voice. They drop the garment to the floor and have me step one foot out of them. My left leg stays anchored on the ground as a point of support since the counter likely wouldn’t hold my entire body weight. Bella guides my right leg up and over their shoulder before they trace their tongue over my glistening core. I whimper out a noise of relief and my head drops back, readying myself for the ride of my life.

Their tongue traces through the folds, trailing up to draw my clit in their mouth. I let out a languorous moan. In an attempt to regulate my breathing, I pull in a deep breath of bliss. Bella expertly devours me and I feel myself pulsating from arousal. Judging by the smug hum of laughter I’m guessing they could feel the movement as well.

I grab the fabric of my dress around my thighs and lift the layers to keep Bella from practically suffocating. They continue, unphased. A euphoric cry escapes my lips when Bella presses two tantalizing fingers inside of me. My hand quickly covers my mouth to try and conceal the undeniable bliss of their hand working in tandem with their mouth. Each stroke of their fingers elicits a ragged moan from my throat and I fight so hard to remain quiet. Then, Bella’s mouth pulls off of my clit with an audible smack.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” They ask earnestly and I nod rapidly. Anything to please them. The frantic nature of my response is satisfactory enough and they resume sucking on my swollen clit. I’m almost overstimulated from the pleasure of their mouth working with the rhythmic curling of their fingers. My moans increase tempo as I continue chasing the high. Bella beatifically bobs their head, moving faster to bring me closer to the edge.

Their fingers curve so perfectly against my g-spot and I fight the need to cry out in untamable pleasure. Stimulating the spot brings me closer and closer. I hold the collected fabric of my dress skirt in my left arm, and frantically reach down with my right. Bella masterfully maintains their pace, mouth and fingers working together while their other hand reaches up to interlace their fingers with mine. The thoughtful gesture is arousing in itself and I find my orgasm come to a peak.

I reside in this high for a moment before the waves of pleasure come crashing down over me. I finish with a strangled sob of gratification. Bella’s pace slows but they continue working me through the orgasm until the feeling passes. Once my clit stops pulsating, I feel them pull their mouth off of me with a most sinful pop. They leave our hands intertwined, but take the hand that was inside of me and lift the wet fingers to their lips, sucking off my remaining juices with great pleasure. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, partly from disbelief but mostly from the residual high. They lock eyes with me and smile innocently, as if they hadn’t just sucked the life out of me in the best way possible.

Bella then wraps both arms around me and holds my body as tightly to their own as they can without hurting me. I then realize they’re doing this because my legs are trembling and they’re allowing me to use them as support. I’m grateful for the attentiveness and melt in their arms, wrapping my own around their shoulders. They hold me like this for a few minutes, and I smile knowing they would have remained there for hours if I’d asked them to.

“You were so good for me, pretty girl.” The praise is of the utmost comfort and I tuck my face into the crook of their neck. Placing soft, practically indebted kisses on their skin serves as a ‘thank you’ since I’m still very much recovering.

“I love being the only one to make you feel this good.”

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[lunagojo]

Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For The First Time (Part 2!)

a/n: yeeeeeah i should be working on my essay but here I am

Featured: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kento Nanami, Keigo Takami / Hawks, Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress

Warnings: Swearing in Sanemi's, stitching up Atsuhiro's boo boos

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

(was anyone gonna tell me he and Satoru share the same English dub VA??? It's so weird hearing Gojo's voice coming out of Nemi XD)

The other Hashira could not understand it. How did you manage to calm Sanemi down so much? It’s like your presence alone was a soothing balm to his damaged heart. Even he didn’t fully understand why he was so drawn to you, like a moth to a warm, glowing light. You were kind, patient, understanding…all things that he yearned for. And you made him ohagi, which, of course, was a bonus.

You were sitting together outside one evening, simply enjoying the peace and quiet together. Sanemi was unusually quiet, his lips pressed into a thin, firm line. He was getting annoyed with how he felt around you, and how lately you had refused to make eye contact with him.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, his voice rough, “Why the fuck don’t you look at me anymore? It’s like I’m ugly or somethin’ to you.”

You immediately raised your hands and shook your head adamantly, “No, no, it’s…it’s not that at all, Sanemi! I’m sorry.”

“Then what the fuck is it? And don’t tell me it’s that you’re shy or some shit.”

“N—No…it’s not that either.”

“Then just tell me, dammit. You’re starting to irk me.” He huffed, narrowing his eyes at you.

You blushed and swallowed harshly, looking embarrassed. “…I love you, Sanemi.”

He froze in place, his eyes going wide. “What?! You better not be fuckin’ joking or I’ll kick your ass.” It was an empty threat, Sanemi would never hurt you. He’d kill anyone who tried.

“I’m not joking!” You replied quickly, your cheeks darkening. You looked down into your lap, terrified that you had just made some sort of big mistake. Sanemi’s hand found yours and he squeezed it, bringing it to his lips. You looked back at him, surprised.

“I love you too, idiot.”

Kento Nanami

(violently drooling over this man)

It had been several long, toiling days of work at Jujutsu Tech for you. You’d barely had any time to rest, having to wrap up mountains of paperwork that entailed the various curses that had been exorcised in the recent days. It was going to be another late night, everyone else had either gone home or gone to bed in the dorms, and it was just you, awake and working hard to finish up your work.

That is, you thought it was just you.

You didn’t even notice Kento standing in the doorway, watching you as you typed away on your computer. He didn’t know how you could look so stunning even when you were exhausted. He cleared his throat, which ended up startling you.

“I’m sorry,” He said as he entered, “ I didn’t mean to scare you.” In his hand was a paper bag.

You exhaled, relieved it was only Kento. Giving him a tired smile, you gestured for him to sit down in the spare seat. “It’s alright,” You assured him. “I guess I’ve just been way too absorbed in getting this done.”

“I can see that,” He replied, opening the bag. “You’ve been working tremendously hard lately. You need a break.” He took a wrapped sandwich out of the bag and offered it to you. “I know it isn’t much, but you do need to eat.”

You gratefully took the sandwich and didn’t hesitate to start eating it. You were starving.

“It won’t kill you to take a break,” He said. “Working overtime is never healthy.” He folded his hands in his lap, offering you a kind smile. You blushed at the sight. Kento rarely smiled around anyone.

You sighed softly and sat back in your chair. “I know…but I need to get this done.”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t do any harm to get some sleep tonight.” He pressed gently, removing his glasses and loosening his tie. “If you’re adamant about finishing it then I would be more than happy to keep you company.”

Something about his kindness, his smile, the way he was looking at you, it was almost too much for you to handle. He had always been so nice and thoughtful toward you.

God, I love you.

He straightened in his seat suddenly, looking at you with a wide eyed gaze. It took you a moment to realize that you had said it.

Heat creeping up into your cheeks, you stammered out an apology, ears burning hotly. Kento then smiled again, getting up from his chair and rounding your desk, so he was stood in front of you. His hand gently cradled your face, thumb running along your cheek. “You mean that?” He asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded. He responded by pressing his lips to your forehead, murmuring back, “I love you, too. Now come to bed.”

(these are getting longer and longer lmfao)

Keigo Takami

(sunshine bby bird boi)

“Haaawwwks~! Haaaawwwwwwkkkksss~!”

You rolled your eyes at the incessant sounds of the girls on the TV. Hawks had just rescued a bunch of people from a burning building and, of course, a fleet of his fangirls had followed him. It made your gut twist in jealousy when you saw footage of him taking selfies with some of them. You turned off the TV after that, flopping back on the couch. You knew you shouldn’t be jealous, after all, Keigo and you were just friends, nothing more. But God damn, did he make it so hard, with his stupid good looks and stupid charm and stupid sweet heart and sense of justice.

You heard the window to your apartment slide open and feet hit the floor. “Heyyyyy, Y/N, I’m baaaaack! Mind if I use your shower?”

“You have your own apartment, Kei.” You retorted, turning your head to look at him. He looked a bit scuffed up but still had that doofy big grin on his face.

“But it’s not as fun as being here with you!” He said in a sing songy voice, “Did ya see my rescue? Pretty nifty, huh?”

“Was alright.” You said back, inciting a snort from him.

“You wound me, Y/N.” He feigned heartbreak by clutching his chest. “’Kay, lemme go get cleaned up.”

He disappeared into your bathroom, leaving you resting alone on the couch again. You heard the shower running and covered your eyes with your arms, sighing heavily. You were in love with him and you felt stupid because of it.

In a few minutes he came back out, dressed in clean clothes, his hair and wings damp still. “Wanna order some takeout or something? I could really go for some yakitori, y’know?”

“No, you go ahead, though.” You said back flatly.

Keigo frowned a bit. “Hey now, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” He flopped down on the couch next to you, giving you a quizzical look. “C’mon, Y/N, talk to meeeeeee…”

“It’s nothing important, Kei.”

“It’s important to me. You’re important to me.” He pressed further, leaning into you so his chin was on your shoulder. “Please tell me?”

You sighed, finally looking at him. “I told you it’s nothing important, Keigo.”

“Noooo, c’mon, you’re torturing me now. Please please pleeeeease tell meeeee?”

“Ugh, God, I love you, stupid! I always have!” You finally blurted, annoyed and now embarrassed.

Silence fell over the apartment as humiliated tears stung your eyes. You were half expecting him to laugh, half expecting him to gently reject you. But he didn’t.

Instead, he tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head so you’d look at him. His face had an expression on it that you’d never seen before, his eyes were so soft, his smile so warm and comforting. “I didn’t think you felt the same.” He said. ”Wha—” you began, but he cut you off with his lips on yours. Sparks flew from behind your eyelids at the feeling.

When you two broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, a tender smile on his face. “…You sure you don’t want yakitori, though?”

Atsuhiro Sako

(this man needs so much more appreciation, honestly)

“You really ought to be more careful, Compress.” You said as you stitched up a wound on Atsuhiro’s side. “You’re probably the only sane person in the League, besides Kurogiri. How am I gonna deal with the others if you go and get yourself killed?”

“It almost sounds like you care for me, my dear.” He drawled in response, a small smirk playing across his face. Well, what you could see of it through his balaclava. He gritted his teeth, though, when you pulled the thread through again. “Fear not, I shall not leave you to fend for yourself. It would not be very theatrical of me.” His eyes lingered on your face, his grin widening when you blushed and looked away.

“…I was worried,” You admitted, finishing up with his stitches.

His smile faded then, and he placed a hand on your wrist. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” He replied, his brown eyes softening. “I promise I will be more careful from now on, alright?”

You nodded, setting your materials to the side and retrieving a bandage to wrap around his abdomen. “…Hiro?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Hm? What is it, my dear?”

“…I love you.”

He stiffened for a moment, but then a warm smile grew across his lips. He wrapped an arm around you despite the objection coming from his wounded side. Pulling you close to him, he presses his lips to your forehead, nuzzling your hair. “I know.” He said softly. “I love you, too, my dear. You mean everything to me.”

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[paradiseinaverno]

Morpheus falling in love with a human hcs?!?

morpheus falling in love with a human (gn!)

part one part two (soon)

this ended up being so long that i’m going to make a part two purely because i enjoy this so much .

lowercase intended !

i think he’d actually be very resistant to it at first, especially post-burgess imprisonment

and if we’re being honest, he probably wouldn’t be the type to approach you in every day life

morpheus would notice you from your dreams, from either the comfortable simplicity of them, or the erratic nature from time to time.

honestly, he wonders how one human has the capacity to think up such a variety of dreams, and at a daily (or nightly) rate, too.

and it’s this thought that slowly seeps into his mind, leading him to monitor your dreams from time to time. out of pure curiosity, of course, but after a few weeks he realises that perhaps this…intrigue, is caused by something that has entirely too much to do with emotion.

still, he can’t help himself. neither can you, though; it would be a blatant lie if you said you didn’t sleep purely to see this mystical man in your dreams each night. whether he was aware of this or not, you’re not sure. you’re only sure of how deep the desire to glimpse his face is. so should it come as a surprise to anyone, when one dream you decide to speak to him?

he’s shocked. partly because of your sentience, and (mostly) because of his presence in your dream. so shocked, in fact, that he waves his hand all too abruptly, and you wake up…unable to sleep for the rest of the night.

in fact, you feel as though sleep and dreams have forsaken you for the rest of the week. no matter how hard you try, no matter how weary you are, sleep does not come. neither do daydreams.

does morpheus feel guilty? perhaps. is it even lawful for the king of dreams to deny a human the chance to dream? he’s not entirely sure. but after lucienne and matthew’s constant chiding (because even they, in a limited time, have grown fond of you), he relents.

so the next time you attempt to sleep, you find yourself actually sleeping, to your relief. soon, you find yourself back in this dream-world, and sure enough, there he is, gazing at you with dark eyes and barely concealed curiosity.

it doesn’t last for long though, because you’re angry. you haven’t slept or dreamed for a week, and you have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with this broody looking man across a field from you. so what do you do?

you jab a finger into the king of dreams’ chest, and you give him a piece of your mind.

“do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

he doesn’t speak, just stares at you in awe. and though morpheus has quite literally been to hell and back, he finds he’s never been quite as frightened as he is now.

he thinks you still look lovely, even in rage.

when you’ve finished your (well deserved) rant, he just blinks.

and then, “i’m terribly sorry that you haven’t slept for a week.”

his voice is deep. rich, and deep, as if every star in the galaxy has loaned a ray of light to him. it settles in your bones, and despite your anger, you can’t help but say, “it’s alright. i think. i’d just like to sleep, please. i enjoy it.”

“yes. your dreams are quite…eccentric. i’ve missed them.”

even morpheus is surprised with how forward (for him) he’s being. it’s not that he’s never had lovers; rather, he’s become cautious around humans, considering recent events. but something about you feels incredibly safe, even though he only knows you in dreams.

“eccentric?”

“i meant no offence.”

you smile. “none taken. i’m glad my dreams bring you some type of happiness.”

you’re not sure how time works in this place, but for what you think is the next hour, you learn his name, he learns yours. morpheus gives you the background, and though you know you’re dreaming, a part of you is convinced this is all real

“this is real.”

“i never said it wasn’t!”

at some point, when you feel the meadow around you slipping slightly (the grass feels incredibly real, you think), you know it’s time to wake up. the problem is, you don’t really feel like leaving just yet.

but you have responsibilities, just like the king of dreams has his. and even you are able to notice the awe in his eyes as he bids you goodbye

there’s an air around him as he does so, something almost…it’s tangible, and you can only think of it as encapsulating. there is a man with entire stars in his eyes, standing in front of you with what can only be described as pure restraint, and you’re leaving.

it’s almost like he can read your mind (and you wouldn’t be surprised if he could), when he says, “it would be…i would like you to visit this realm again.”

your heart thrums with hope. “you’d like me to visit?”

he doesn’t answer you directly. as is the nature of dreams, the king himself can be very vague.

in fact, you don’t really get a response. you just wake up, heart still thrumming between your ribs, morning light filtering through your windows.

oh. so it was all a dream in the end.

but, as you get out of bed, you’re not quite sure if dreams can produce the flower that lays neatly on the middle of your bedside.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

I started out posting regularly, every 4 days. I’ve since lost all semblance of control. Hopefully I’ll regain at least a bit of it back soon.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48

“Jesus fuck,” Steve breathes after it’s over and Eddie’s grabbed a cloth to wipe them down.

“There’s no Jesus here,” Eddie says, because he’s never met an intrusive thought he doesn’t at least try once.

Steve curls towards him, laughing into Eddie’s shoulder, and really, Eddie’s only human. He’s got Steve, naked and panting, this close to him. It’s not his fault if he gets a little… excited.

Steve notices, because of course he does, and raises an eyebrow at him. “Down, boy,” he jokes, and Eddie laughs as he turns onto his side, taking a moment to just look at Steve.

“How long did we know each other?”

Steve sighs. “Honestly? Only a few weeks, at most. We knew of each other before that, I was on the basketball team and you were very passionate about the balls in laundry baskets. And I know some of the guys gave you shit, which I’m sorry about. But you and I typically stayed out of each other’s ways.”

“And… you said we met because of Chrissy?”

Steve hums. “Yeah. She’d asked you about something stronger than weed, so you took her to your place, and that’s where Vecna got her. There’s nothing you could’ve done, and anyone with two brain cells knows you never would’ve killed anyone, but…”

“Trailer park trash is all they see,” Eddie nods. “And every cop in Indiana knows the name Al Munson. It’s not too surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising.”

Steve moves a hand up, covers one of Eddie’s with it. “Not this time,” he whispers. “I won’t let it happen.”

Eddie picks up the hand covering his and brings it to his mouth, dropping a kiss to the knuckles. He watches as Steve flushes pink. “Can I ask,” he says after a pause, “how you knew you liked me? If we’d only known each other a few weeks?”

Steve’s flush deepens. “It, uh. Kind of wasn’t just a few weeks, for me. I’d noticed you in school, but never knew what it meant. Then I met Robin, and there’s an entirely different story there—the Russians—but she’s how I realized that what I’d been thinking about hadn’t been entirely straight. And then you adopted Dustin into Hellfire. Actually, you adopted all of them, but Dustin was the most vocal. Kinda worshiped you. I got a little jealous. And then everything happened, and we met, and that’s when I kinda realized what all of it meant.” He suddenly frowns and pokes Eddie’s chest. “And hey, Lucas is on the basketball team, and you didn’t reschedule Hellfire so he could do both. That was a dick move, dude.”

Eddie giggles, because really, what the fuck is his life? “I apologize for my future self’s actions,” he says, lips twitching.

Steve chuckles too. “Sorry. I guess it’s not fair to be upset at you for something you haven’t even done yet.”

Eddie shrugs. “But I did do it. Or I will have. Fuck, this is complicated.”

Steve laughs. “What’s even more complicated is now that we’ve talked about it, you won’t do it.”

Eddie groans and buries his face in the pillow. “You’re breaking my brain.”

“Sorry,” Steve snorts, but he doesn’t sound sorry.

Eddie lifts a hand to flip him off. Steve grabs it and gently bites his middle finger.

Eddie slowly lifts his head to look at Steve, who’s staring at him with wide eyes. “What-”

“I don’t know.”

“What the fuck, dude.” Eddie starts laughing, and Steve joins in, shaking his head.

“I honestly don’t know. I didn’t even think. I guess maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”

Eddie grins at him. “That did happen, yes.”

Steve shoves him away and buries his own face in the pillow. “Shuddup,” he mutters.

Eddie chuckles again and scoots a little closer. “Steve?”

“Hm?” He lifts his face from the pillow. It’s a little bit red, and he has to blink a few times to focus, and Eddie thinks he’s beautiful.

“I’m glad we met. Even if it’s because of all of this.”

Steve gives him a small smile. “Me, too.” He yawns, then claps a hand over his mouth, mortified, as Eddie laughs and sits up.

“I think it’s bedtime for both of us,” he jokes. “Gonna be up bright and early tomorrow, right?”

Steve hums. “But if we don’t go to bed, then tomorrow will never come.”

Eddie shoots him a fond look as he tosses him a pair of sweatpants. “I wish that’s how it worked.”

Steve giggles. “Yeah. I’d just stay up every Sunday night until it’s Saturday again.”

Eddie nods. “You’d never have to go to school again.”

“Exactly.”

They share a laugh as they pull their pants on and Eddie gets back into bed before hesitating. “I guess I should’ve asked, is there- d’you, should I-”

“Stay,” Steve asks quietly, and Eddie smiles and pulls the covers up over both of them.

“Gladly.”

It’s silent for a moment before they both hear a sound coming from Steve’s room.

A scream.

El.

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[regalbootie]

Binoculars see all chapter 2! (SMUT)

Literally so much smut, but it still kinda has a plot! This is the last chapter unless I can think of some way to continue it! If anyone has suggestions they are so welcome!

Larissa weems x reader

⚠️ warnings: pure raw sexual energy boiiiiiii

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....

Larissa barely had time to remove her hand before her assistant came in “Principle Weems, Professor y/n just called by and wanted to talk to you about something”

Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, nervous sweat starting to build “I’m rather busy right now, I have that meeting remember?”

“Oh they called to say they would be late so you have time!” God she was ready to kill her receptionist, ‘there’s no way she’s coming about spotting you’ she thought taking a deep breath.

“Show them in then” taking a gulp as you entered the room, visions of you moments ago invading her mind and a deep blush spreading across her face and a heat in her core.

“What can I do for you, Professor y/n” trying to be professional as possible after just spying on one of your intimate moments. Your back was to her and she heard a click of the lock of her door.

“did you like the show?” Turning around to finally face her, you had a glint in your eyes that she couldn’t place, she had never seen you like this before.

Slowly approaching her, she quipped “I don’t know what your talking about!” if the blush wasn’t noticeable it certainly was now. You stopped at the front of the desk and placed your hands on them leading forward that a peak of breast could be seen.

Larissa licked her lip as she peeked a look, raising her eyes to see your knowing face. “You forget Larissa, You hired a seer”

Leaning so you could whisper in her ear “I don’t need binoculars to spy on people” Larissa gasped and a hand came to cover her mouth. You had seen her and there was no mistaking what you had said with anything else.

How could she have forgotten. You were a seer, not only would you have visions but also seers can see anywhere within a certain radius and can also sense when being observed.

Most of your kind go into assassin work with having this ability but murder was never quite your thing, being a seer and a teacher had its perks too. Students could never get away with anything with you hence why all your classes were so well behaved.

You yourself had done a little spying recently, in the mornings you would pleasure yourself while seeing over into the silver haired beauty’s office watching her lips and movement imagining her quick hands on the keyboard of her laptop were doing something else. But this morning you had seen something else.

Someone was spying on the spy, you felt the shiver first and used your ability to locate them only to be surprised and pleasantly so.

“I’m so sorry y/n it was very unprofessional, I understand your upset! I... I..” rambling on excuses you cut through them.

“Did you finish?” you purred with a quirk of your brow and Larissa’s mouth dropped.

All she could do was shake her head no, you swayed your hips as you rounded the desk to the woman. Placing hands on the arm rests trapping the woman in place.

Larissa’s heart felt like it was going to explode, biting her lip when your lips were just an inch from her neck. What were you doing, was this really happening.

“I must confess, I’ve been watching you too.” You lay a kiss to her neck leaving a mark of your lipstick.

“you are an extraordinary woman Principle Weems, one that seems to need a bit of a helping hand”

Your hand at that moment snuck up her skirt and fingers met soaked underwear. “you really were so close weren’t you” you grinned against her neck and could feel her moan traveling up to her mouth against your lips.

Larissa’s head was a mess, your hands delving right where she wanted no needed them. Her moan slipped out and you shivered at the sound. It was better than you had imagined, you began teasing her running a finger behind her underwear and over her core, resting a finger to stop at her entrance.

Your fingers were already soaked, “I watch you every morning as I pleasure myself” Larissa gasped and your fingers entered her dripping core, her gasp turning into a loud moan.

“I imagine my hands are yours as I moan and cry out your name”

Her hands reached for you, pulling you closer, not stopping your slow rhythm “I think about what gets you excited as well, what sounds you make and what I want to know most of all is what you taste like”

You slip your fingers out and suck on them, moaning at the taste. She was divine, you had never tasted something so amazing in your life. Watching you Larissa couldn’t take it anymore and pulled you into her lap, crashing her lips to yours.

She could taste herself off your tongue and whimpered against your lips. Her hands were greedy as she pulled you as close as possible , exploring your body only to rest on your ass, gripping so tight that you thought she may rip the fabric.

You lay a hand on her chest pushing her back, slipping your hand down below again, pushing her skirt up so you had better access.

“watching you pleasure yourself as you watched me, it was the last straw for me darling. I needed to have you and look at us now, I have you a mess by my hand”

Larissa whimpered as you left her lap missing the contact but was not complaining anymore as you knelt between her legs. She struggled to make a intelligible word and every word came out a moaning and whimpering mess.

Spreading her legs you pulled her panties down her legs and stuffed it into your pocket, kissing your was back up, looking into your eyes she watched as you reached her core and with a single swipe of your tongue made her hips buck and back arch.

You wasted no time and delved in licking the length of her core, swirling around her clit and giving it a hard suck. You felt her hand comb into your hair pulling your head closer. Her grip was rough but you liked it rough and continued your worship on her.

“Yes more, please more” she begged, it was the first thing she was able to string together and who were you to deny her. Your fingers found there way back to her core and unlike last time this pace was faster. You couldn’t wait any longer you wanted to see her cum for you.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and begging along with the sound of your fingers fucking her deliciously. Her walls began to flutter around your fingers and you knew this was it she was so close.

“I’m so close, please please make me cum” you moved faster, your arms began to burn but still you added another finger.

Filling her more broke her, she started to cry out and your free hand covered her mouth. As much as you wanted to hear her, you knew she would not like to be caught having the whole school hear her.

Her back arched more and you continued to fuck her but slowed down so you could drag out the ripples of pleasure. She was left a gasping mess, looking up at her she looked at you her essence dripping down your face and with the grip in your hair crashed your lips to her again.

When air became necessary, breaking the kiss you cleaned your face. Both catching your breaths a knock was at the door, her eyes widened again, you thanked the gods you locked the door when coming in.

You rose from the floor and whispered into her ear once more “I shall see you later” a quick peck to her lips and you sauntered to the door giving yourself a once over that everything was back in place. “oh and you won’t be getting these back” you tucked the panties securely into your pocket with a smirk.

Larissa was left there still a mess, she had came but wanted more she needed more. She quickly tidied herself up and called her receptionist in after she knocked the door again.

“Your late meeting has arrived Principle Weems” a deep blush was on her face as she lay some papers on the desk in front of her.

“Mam, you have uhh.. you have something on your neck” grabbing her pocket mirror from her handbag Larissa gasped at the lipstick mark you had left behind and quickly tried to remove it as her assistant scuttled out of the room.

A text came through and she looked at her phone before starting her meeting, it was from you.

Dinner tonight, I’ll swing by to pick you up ;)

-y/n

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[berberriescorner]

Nobody's Gonna Know

(Part One)

Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).

Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?

Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?

Word Count: (Part One) 4,100+/9,000+. Sorry, lovelies, I couldn’t stop😆.

A/N: Yes, it’s lengthy, but the idea snowballed into something unexpected. I hope you all enjoy it!

Inspired By:

Lounging lazily on your king-size bed, you laid on your back comfortably in an oversized t-shirt. You silently scrolled through Instagram. Your breath hitched at the feel of fingertips gently stroking your calves. Still staring at the phone screen, a wicked little idea popped into your head. You smirked, tapping the add a new post button. Using your free hand, you positioned it atop the head that rested on your pelvis and between your thighs. Not wanting to give him reason to stir, you gently stroked his head, and he relaxed into your touch. The movement of your hand paused long enough to snap the picture. He was none the wiser as he continued to search for something to watch on HBO Max. Eyes still searching the screen, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Soft ass thighs.”

A soft moan fell from your lips. You made sure Yahya’s face wasn’t in the shot. Your digits glided across the keyboard, adding a Nicki Minaj lyric as the caption, “My man full, he just ate💦😘.” You tapped the post button and laid your phone on the nightstand.

Yahya had just licked you to tears. No one knew about the two of you. That you started as best friends turned into a sneaky link. The both of you have secretly been trying to figure out what this was morphing into. Unsure of where things were going, you decided to keep things quiet. You both enjoyed teasing the people in your inner circle on IG (they were all extremely nosey). Thus the reason for posting said pic—that it would sometimes get a rise out of the other person was a bonus.

Yahya received a notification that you had posted. Still lying between your legs, he teased, “What thirst trap are you posting now?” He froze, seeing a picture of his current position. He huffed, “You for real?”

Yahya rolled over, still lying on top of your stomach. His hand rained down on your thigh.

“I thought this was supposed to be on the low? You damn near ripped my head off for telling my bro I was over here in the middle of the night. I guess the rules only apply to me,” Yahya grumbled. His face changed from frustration to a sly grin.

“Boy, calm down. Nobody’s going to know that’s you. That’s what makes it so exciting, you teased. “And why do you have that stupid grin on your face?”

“I just noticed the caption, so I’m your man now?”

“Don’t do too much. They’re just lyrics. Relax, my guy.”

“Yeah, right. When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game, Yah'?”

“Stop acting like this isn’t more than just a sneaky link now. I’ve been blowing your back out for over four months.”

“And I greatly appreciate it. Why do we have to get into specifics? We have amazing sex. No need to make it more complicated.”

“Are you dating anyone else? I know you better not be fucking anybody other than me, Y/N.”

“I’d hardly call a few dinner dates that haven’t gone past friends, dating. It’s been nothing but innocent, Yah'.”

His jaw ticked at the revelation of you being in the presence of another man’s company.

“For the record, I don’t make a habit of having more than one sexual partner. That’s your thing, not mine.”

“You refuse to let that shit go, huh? I slept with her one time! We had just started whatever this was at the time. I cut her off once I knew this wasn't a one-and-done situation. Who exactly did you go on a date with, sweetheart?”

The question and term of endearment dripped with jealousy. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for more confrontation. There was no doubt in your mind that the answer would upset him.

“Michael. I know you don’t like him. We just went on two dates. Nothing happened, Yah'.”

He pulled into a seated position on the mattress.

“Out of all these thirsty ass dudes that beg for your attention. He had to be the one you said yes to. How many times have I told you that’s a waste of your time? How do I get you to understand that he just wants to knock you down?”

“Is that not what you’re doing with me?“

“Stop that shit. You know how I feel about you. Your ass doesn't want to hear it because you’re scared. We both know this could be so much more.”

“This is stupid. Why are we arguing? We’re not a couple. This is supposed to be easy and chill.”

“There you go deflecting as usual,” he sighed.

“Do you want me to delete the damn picture, Yahya? It’s the reason this conversation even took place.”

“No, no. Leave it up. You know what? You’re right, love. Lay back down. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”

Yahya was the least bit worried about your IG post. It was only for close friends, and he wanted them to wonder. Acting angry was just a means to an end. He had a reason to get his lick back. Now, he had an excuse for what he was planning.

Hearing you went on two dates with Michael sent jealousy coursing through his veins. He made a mental note to keep his enemies closer. Seeing that you were focused on the show, he went to Instagram. Yahya went to Michael’s page and added him to his close friends. 

He wanted to see how your friends were reacting to your photo. He pulled up your page and skimmed through the comments. Yahya chuckled at your best friend's comment. In bold letters, she said, “Okay, best friend! I see you! No clue who that is, but get that head in your comfortable bed! Yaaasss👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. I expect full details and a face reveal when we link tomorrow. I’m tired of all this damn anonymity.” Yahya laughed, knowing that you weren’t giving up any information.

Yahya waited two days before he put his plan in motion. He hit your line, inviting you for a movie night at his place. You were sure the night would end on your back with Yahya between your thighs. Anytime the two of you were alone, your hands always seemed to roam. Every time you two gave into temptation, it would go for rounds. Knowing this, you brought an overnight bag. He knew just how to put you to sleep.

Only twenty minutes into the movie, you were already at the edge of the mattress. Yahya placed you on all fours with your box braids wound tightly around his hand. He tugged at them, pulling you into the most perfect of arches. His free hand crept to the top of his nightstand. You were plunged deep into the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed him pick up his phone. The only light in the room came from the television. Pistoning in and out of your tight walls, he managed to open Instagram. Yahya needed it to be pitch black to pull off his scheme.

“Nobody watching this shit for real, baby. Alexa! Turn off the tv in the master bedroom,” he groaned.

The tv shut off as he pulled out and slammed back into your slick heat.

“Ye-yes. Fuck, baby,” you cried, arching your back deeper.

His face lit up at that. He continued giving slow, deep strokes as he recorded you both in the dark.

Yahya made sure this was for close friends only. With confirmation, he laid the phone on the mattress next to the two of you. He proceeded to put in work, going crazy in your walls. Your sweet, soft, and sensual moans were like music to his ears. You were used to Yahya laying some good pipe, but tonight he was on demon time. This man was trying to tear your walls down and ruin you for any other man.

“Feel me deep in your shit, baby?”

You moaned in response.

He thrust so deep that your hands instantly flew to his abdomen. You tried to push back against his stomach, wanting him to take it easy on you. He growled, binding your wrist with his free hand.

“Move your fuckin’ hands,” he half moaned, half growled. His hand let go of your hair and rained down, smacking and grabbing your left cheek. He slapped the right cheek before burying his digits in your braids again. “I thought you could take all of it, baby? That’s what you begged for. Right, love? Hmm? This ain’t what you wanted?”

You whimpered.

A faint “Please, Daddy” escaped your lips. 

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“I can-ah!”

“Yes, you can, baby. You gon’ be my good girl, and take it,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your back, fully sheathing himself inside you. His length tapped that spot deep within you.

 “Y-yes, baby, I’ll take it, g-give me that di-Yes, Yah'!”

Yahya tapped at your spot repetitively, sending you spiraling. You buried your face in the mattress, clawing at the bedding. Your release approached, barreling toward you like a freight train as you attempted to muffle your screams in the sheets.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Each word was highlighted with another thrust. “Yeah, come just like that, mama.”

Satisfied with himself, Yahya ended the video and posted it to his stories. He hoped none of your closest friends would recognize your voice. There was only one person he needed to figure it out, Michael. Yahya knew you were going to throw a fit, but so long as nobody could see you. He felt he could get you to be cool with it. Leaning against you, he licked, nibbled, and kissed your shoulder. He was still plunged deep inside you and solid as a rock. Yahya’s lips trailed over to your ear. Releasing a deep groan, he rasped, “Hope you got one more in you, love. Daddy needs to come too. He pulled out until it was just the tip. About to respond, he plunged deep inside, forcing you to gasp. Yahya pulled two more orgasms from your body before spilling inside you.

He made quick work of getting a warm cloth to clean you up. You moaned at the sweet actions of his aftercare. Yahya smirked at how easily it was to turn you on. He swaggered into the bathroom and finished cleaning himself up. 

Collapsing into bed, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Rolling onto your side, you pushed back against him, making yourself the little spoon. Yahya’s hand crept from your thigh and up the side of your body. His large palm found its destination as it gently cupped your breast. His lips left light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“You’re always trying to cop a feel,” you sassed, sucking your teeth.

“You know this is my emotional support Titty.”

“Shut up, Yah',” you giggled.

Yahya bit his lip and smirked as he tweaked your nipple.

“Uhn-uh! If you’re going to be on my body like this, your ass needs to behave and sit still. I’m exhausted thanks to your big dick bandit ass,” you teased.

“You know you like that shit,” he responded, tugging at your nipple again.

He pressed his semi-hard erection against you. The action caused your breath to hitch.

“Tell me you don’t want me again, and I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe.

About to reply sarcastically, you lost your train of thought as he dipped his hand between your thighs.

“You were saying something, love?”

“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” you panted.

“Come here, mama. Want you to ride me.”

Sliding down his length, it became clear you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Yah', baby,” you whined.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good. Ride me, mama,” he urged, guiding your hips.

Though he had fallen asleep satiated and peacefully, his morning was the opposite. Yahya jolted out of his sleep as he struggled to breathe. You had covered his face with a pillow while chastising him.

“I just know your big-headed ass didn’t record us fucking and post it to close friends! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.”

Yahya's hand tugged at the pillow over his face. He snatched the pillow, throwing it across the room. He overpowered you, flipping you onto your back as he smirked.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want your side hoes to find out about me?”

“The only side hoe I have is you.”

“Naw, sweetheart. I’m your main dude. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever! You better hope nobody recognizes my voice, freaky ass,” you kissed your teeth.

“Oh, I hope they do,” he smiled. “You’re not even mad, for real. I know that shit lowkey turns you on. Listen to those pretty little moans, mama.”

You did your best to bite back a smile but lost. Yahya licked his lips, giving you a million-dollar smile.

“I know I sound good. You ain’t gotta sweat me or nothin’.”

“I should’ve left the lights on while I recorded that shit. Give them something to really talk about.”

“You want to tell people we fuck so bad,” you teased.

“It’s going to come out sooner or later. I’ma make you mine, shortie. You can continue to run from it but in the end. You’re going to be mine.”

Wanting to avoid such a touchy topic, you switched the subject.

“Boy, shut up and feed me. I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast, best friend?”

Yahya smiled devilishly, “This dick.”

“Nasty ass. I want food, Yah',” you whined.

“That’s a whole ass meal, fuck you mean?”

Eyes rolling and smacking your teeth, he laughed.

“I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. Let’s get the baby’s tummy full. What do you want to eat, baby girl,” he responded in his best baby voice.

“Can you make french toast and bacon? You make it better than I do,” you asked in a cute tone.

“You know I can’t say no to that voice and face. Come on, spoiled brat,” he teased as he slapped your thigh.

Yahya scooped you from the bed, dangling your body over his shoulder. His hand grabbed a handful of your behind, giving it a loud smack.

“Ouch, Yah'! That hurt,” you whined.

“I didn’t mean to smack it that hard. My bad,” he smirked, rubbing the pain away.

“Lying ass.”

Carting you off to the kitchen, he got you fed and full. Neither of you had anything planned. The two of you spent the remainder of your Sunday binging television and ordering takeout. 

When the time came for you to head out, Yahya felt his chest tighten. He was sad to see you leave. If only you two could figure out where to go from here. He’d have you sleeping in his bed every night. Little did you know, your best friend’s feelings for you had existed as long as the friendship had. He just never knew how to tell you. The chemistry and attraction lingered between the two of you. That is, until one drunken night, he did something about it. He fell back on his couch, missing you already, as his mind drifted back to that night.

You were spiraling down a black hole of heartbreak. Yahya came running to offer support and a listening ear to vent to. 

His fist balled up, jaw flexing as his memory replayed the image of you opening the door. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy as you did your best to keep from crying again. Yahya’s heart sank seeing how distraught you were. He stepped closer to you, and in a low baritone, he said, “Hey, mama.” The sympathy in his soothing voice sent a fresh trail of tears rolling down your cheeks. He sighed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Yahya’s chin rested on your head as you curled into his chest, body trembling as the tears flowed. “You’re going to be straight, mama. I promise I got you,” he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He gave you a minute or two to let it all out. Releasing you, he bent back, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears. Yahya leaned forward, sweeping you up bridal style. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch. I’ll fix us some drinks and snacks. Then you can tell me everything, alright?” Giving him a faint nod, Yahya kicked the door closed. He made quick work of getting you situated on the couch. Yahya wrapped you in your comfort blanket. Gently kissing your forehead, he whispered, “Be right back, love.”

He called from the kitchen, “Are you in the mood for something light or heavy?”

“This calls for the hard shit. Bring the tequila. I don’t even need a damn chaser. Give me something that will make me forget the last twenty-four hours.”

Yahya strode back into the living room, alcohol in hand.

“What are you about to tell me, love?”

“Maybe you should take a couple of shots first.”

Yahya set the shot glasses and bottle on the coffee table. His hand ran down his face as he took a deep breath, “Am I going to have to beat his ass?”

You sat up straight, dropping the blanket around your waist. Pouring two shots, you answered, “Just promise me you won’t lose your temper.”

“No.”

“Yah', please,” you begged, voice trembling.

“The desperation in your voice tells me that I’m going to regret this, but fine, I promise not to lose my temper. What happened?”

“Drink first.”

Shots were thrown back, and you grimaced, pouring out two more. After the second, you started to pour another round, but Yahya’s hand gently grasped your wrist, “No-.”

A small whimper fell from your lips as his eyes grew. Yahya’s eyes darted from your weary ones down to your wrist. His hands were like lightning as he slid your sleeve up a bit.

“No, fuck that, mama! Is this a bruise?” 

“You promised, Yah'.”

“Promises are meant to be broken. Where the fuck is his punk ass at?”

He sprang from the couch, searching his pockets for his keys.

“Where’s he at?”

“No, please, Yahya. You promised! I handled it.”

“Why are you protecting his bitch ass? Has he been putting his hands on you this whole time?”

“I’m not protecting him. I know he’ll press charges against you. It’s not worth it. This is the only time it’s happened, honestly!”

“Don’t lie for him. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”

“I’m not lying, Yah'. This is the first time. I handled it, I swear. You should see the side of his face. I smacked the shit out of him.”

“Did he hit you anywhere else,” he asked, checking your face and body for more bruises.

“No, I’m telling you the truth. We were arguing about him getting caught up in his lies and cheating. I told him I was done and that he needed to get the hell out of my house. This dude had the nerve to snatch my wrist, demanding I hear him out. I told him he was hurting me. His response was he didn’t give a fuck. That pissed me off, so I slapped him. He charged at me, and I kicked him in the nuts. How do you cheat on me with a bitch I called a friend and have the nerve to be mad that I no longer wish to be with you? The audacity!”

“I pray he tries to show up while I’m here.”

“He won’t. It’s over, and he understands that now.”

Yahya looked at you, not quite believing it.

“I told his ass if he tried contacting or coming near me again that you’d beat his ass. That or he was going to have a chat with Nina.”

“Thought you didn’t want me to put hands on him. You swear your ass is tough with that baby Glock. Who the fuck puts hot pink on the butt of their gun,” he retorted.

“I don’t want you to, smart-ass, but he knows you would. It was only said to get my point across that I was done with him. Not too much on my baby, Nina.”

Yahya sighed, frustrated that he’d have to keep his promise. He reclaimed his spot on the couch, crossing his arms irritated. You kissed your teeth, “I know you're not mad at me for keeping you out of trouble?”

“It’s whatever. He needs his ass beat, though,” he sulked.

“Just leave it alone, Yah'.”

“I heard you the first time.”

The room grew quiet. It stayed that way for a little while. That was until he heard you sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you, love. I just really want to rock his shit.”

“I know you’re not mad at me. It’s just.”

“What is it, mama?”

“Am I not good enough? Dudes do me dirty, and people I call friends turn out to be grimy. You’re the only person who has always been down for me. I’m so thankful for your years of loyalty and friendship,” you rambled, tears sliding down your face.

Yahya pushed his anger aside, taking a deep breath. His hands reached for your arm, pulling you into him. His palm cradled your head, guiding you to lie against his chest. He kissed your temple, speaking words of encouragement.

“That’s just god's way of making room for the real ones to come into your life, mama. You’re going to be alright, love. You’ll shake back from this. You’re strong, girl. The right man is out there. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

As he held you, speaking enlightenment into you. Something shifted inside you. Not quite sure what the feeling was, you shook it off.

“More tequila,” you offered.

The pair of you went shot for shot. It only took a short time for you both to get drunk off your asses. In a drunken stupor, you both laughed as you recounted the numerous times you had to fake a climax with your ex. Yahya was in tears, holding his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

“This man had to be talked through eating the box. Every. Single. Time. At what point do you finally get the gist of eating pussy? I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did.”

“Why did you stay?”

“The dick was big.”

A hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips, shocked at what you had just revealed.

“Sorry. That was probably too much information. I need to stop drinking,” you slurred, no longer able to look him in the eyes.

Yahya cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not too much. That’s some pretty useful information,” he rasped.

Your breath hitched as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“I don’t follow.”

“That’s what you like, mama?”

Yahya’s hand trailed to your neck. His fingers circled your throat, giving a light squeeze. You knew you should pull away, but your mind and body said two different things.

“Yahya,” you whispered.

“Answer me, mama. That’s what you like?”

You moaned, nodding your head yes. Yahya licked his lips at your response. 

“I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me what you like. I want to make sure you understand what I’m trying to say,” he groaned.

The liquor urged you to take it further. You leaned closer, his hand still squeezing your throat. Lips only inches apart, Yahya watched in awe as you answered, breath tickling his lips.

“I love a big, long, thick di-.”

Before you could finish the sentence, Yahya groaned and devoured your lips. Not giving it a second thought, he slid you on top of his lap as your tongues battled for dominance. Hand still placed around your neck, you ground against his lap, loving the groan he released. 

“I can see why that was useful information now,” you purred.

It was evident, even inside his jeans, you could feel that he was massively large. You pulled back, slipping your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your breast as he cupped them, kissing and suckling your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want, mama?”

“Yes, I want you, Yah'. Fuck the pain away, please.”

Kissing your lips again, he held you close as he raised from the sofa. Arms wrapped around his neck. You tasted each other's lips as Yahya carried you to the bedroom. The following morning wasn’t even awkward. That’s probably because you woke up with Yahya’s head between your thighs. A serious discussion occurred over breakfast. Though you both decided it probably shouldn’t happen again, time would reveal that it was too late to turn back.

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[lovelywhiteroses]

Happy holiday maybe a short drabble about Ray or Haley from binary star Mc is making ornaments for them.

🤭

✨🌹 Of course dear anon. But how about I do both! 🌹✨

Ray

Ray never spent the holidays with anyone before. He’s always spent them alone. But ever since you and him got together he’s been able to experience what it’s like celebrating with someone. Halloween, thanksgiving, now Christmas. With thanksgiving over, now comes Christmas. One day he when coming back from work he noticed that everything was quiet. He was a bit fearful that something might have happened to you or worse. Until he saw you hyper focused on something. “Star?” You jumped a bit. You really need to learn when to keep your guard up. Especially since double was still on the lose. “Oh it’s only you you scared me there. How was work?” Ray shrugged and walked over. “The usual, just doing the NAHA’s dirty work and being the ‘hero’ everyone so loves.” He then noticed the two see through ornaments you had. One already looked halfway finished, meanwhile the other wasn’t. “What have you been up to?” You smiled and showed what you’ve done so far. “I’ve had this idea for awhile, and I’ve done this with my family before so it’s no problem. Im making an ornament for the soon to be Christmas tree to be put up.” You give him a playful shove. Causing him to chuckle a bit. “I see. But you haven’t gotten started on the other one yet. I believe you still got a long ways to go.” That’s when he noticed you laugh a bit. He was a bit confused at why you laughed. “Ray, that one is for you to decorate.” Ray felt a bit embarrassed but was quick to regain his composure. “Me? I’ve never really decorated an ornament, I’ve never really have the time.” He picked up the ornament and sat next to you. “Well then hopefully you have time now, Don’t you?” You hand him a marker so he could write something on it. He sighs and looks at you with a genuine smile. “Of course star. As long as it’s with you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, making you flustered but still able to help out a bit. After awhile of giving him some tips along with a bit of messing around with small talk and jokes, you finished his and you finally finished yours. “Here I’ll clean up the mess. You did great Ray. Not bad for an old man.” You smiled, as Ray turned to you a bit stunned but at this point he’s used to it. “Wow star you really know how to make me feel speechless huh?” You laughed to yourself while cleaning up a bit while Ray put the two ornaments away, though plastic he seems to treat them as if they were glass. “But I do got to say this was actually very nice. Thank you star.” He said walking over to help clean up a bit. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked making him smile even if it was from the little things, you can’t help but feel that this Christmas was gonna be special for you and him this year.

Haley

Hal was always a person who was a nice person to talk to for you. And when asked to spend some time with them in their spare time they’re always down for it. You and Hal were now currently together. Miles was always teasing you both even doing the classic song of sitting in a tree. But you didn’t mind. You two decided to take things slow. You did have Halloween and thanksgiving together along with miles, but you wanted to try something for Christmas. That’s when you got the idea to make ornaments. You decided to get three one for you, miles, and Hal. “Alright what are you planning?” You took Hal’s hand and just smiled. “It’s a surprise! There’s no point if I just tell you.” Hal just laughed as you pulled them in the room where miles is already starting to decorate his ornament. “Oh hey Haley!” Miles said as he looked up for a moment and back to his ornament. “What all this?” You picked up they’re ornament and handed it to them. “I wanted to do something special this year since I’m gonna be with you this year.” You said while you felt your face heat up while you told them. Hal’s face turned a bit pick. They obviously felt flattered that you considered this special with them. “If your not gonna do yours Hal I can always do it!” Miles said as he was still making his ornament. It was obvious it was hero themed. You both laughed and Hal and you sat down and made your ornaments. Though Hal was a thief they weren’t the best at making ornaments. But it was still beautiful in your eyes. When all three of you were done you brought out a small tree and Hal laughed at how much you’ve planned this out, meanwhile miles was extremely excited. You all put your ornaments on the little tree. Though it wasn’t a big one. You know that it was special. Hal knew it to. They run their hand through their short hair, and smiled at you. “Thanks I really enjoyed this time together.” You smiled at Hal as you felt your face heat up again. “My ornament looks awesome doesn’t it?” You and Hal laughed. “Yep it sure does miles.” You responded back. Yep! This year was definitely gonna be more special this year.

✨🌹Hopefully this was to your liking dear anon. Have a happy thanksgiving and a happy holiday.🌹✨

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[thelaughtercafe]

Angel

Tea Type: Half and Half (This one was written to vent so it's got a little more hurt towards the beginning than usual)

Potential Triggers: Nonspecific mentions of emotional abuse

Pairing: Duncan/ F!Reader

Length: 1k+

Summary: You and Duncan are both desperately trying to stay awake for the challenge. The lack of filter allows confessions to slip from both of you.

“Ugh I’m starting to go. Can you help keep me awake?”

Duncan looked over and blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken much the past weeks save him teasing as he did with most of the girls. You didn’t outwardly encourage it but he could admit he got pleasure out of your flustered reactions to keep it up consistently with no provocation. 

A smirk twitched onto his lips as he moved to where you were sat leaning against a tree trunk a little ways from the main group. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. Tell me what I can do.”

You were already a blushing mess. It’d taken a great deal of courage to even ask but already you were growing meek again.  

“Well I…um…sorry.”

He softened a little after a glance over his shoulder, tugging you to sit behind the tree with him. Everyone was mostly sleeping and this way no-one would see his expressions before he heard them coming in advance. He didn’t want anyone hearing him like this. Hell, he typically wouldn’t ever dream of being like this but the lack of sleep was impairing his judgment. 

“Why do you do that? You constantly apologize for stuff that’s not even your fault. Or without having even done anything wrong at all. It makes you look weak.”

It wasn’t the nicest way to say it maybe but Duncan was trying. 

You looked down to your fidgeting hands and smiled bitterly.

“It’s not exactly a happy reason; but you don’t seem like the kind of guy to pity people so I guess it’s alright if I tell you. Let’s just say my home life wasn’t great. My mom was sick so I was left to do all the chores and such. Her long term boyfriend was quick to put me down and point out the smallest of inadequacies in my efforts.”

You shrugged before looking at the camera across the way and giving it the finger. 

“That’s for you if you’re watching this, dick.”

God, you really were tired. Your filter was gone. Luckily, your attention was shifted to Duncan as he smiled at you and lightly placed his hand on yours.  

“Well I say he’s lucky. If it was me I would’ve stopped doing them altogether. Guy sounds like a real piece of work." 

You turned your gaze to his and he noticed the hint of sadness within. 

"Which is why you’re the strongest person I know. That’s actually the first time I told him to fuck off. After making me spiral into panic attacks, giving me arachnophobia, and making me hate myself it still took me being on the verge of passing out on a reality show talking with a bad boy with a heart of gold to get the courage. Pathetic. isn’t it?" 

Duncan clenched his fists but managed his anger with a breath, trying not to blush at your honesty. 

"Right. You really think of me like that sweetheart?’

The typically antagonistic nickname now sounded sweet. 

You shrugged, finding it much easier to talk when not looking at him as you put your head on his shoulder. 

”‘Course I do. You may act all mean but you want us to win too. I don’t think you’re half as cruel as you pretend to be. You’re here comforting me and keeping me awake aren’t you?“

You yawned and he scoffed, glad you couldn’t see his face as a tinge of pink surely was evident. 

"Could just be doing it to get further in the competition. More chance our team wins if there’s two of us.”

You shrugged. 

“Sure. You could be. But I doubt it. I have a bad habit of only seeing the good in people and ignoring my gut feelings. But here on the island I’ve learned to start listening to it more. And right now it’s telling me you’re a good guy. It always has.”

Duncan sighed and looked down in amusement at you now fully cuddled into his side. He curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer but when he felt your breaths start to slow he ran his fingers along your neck for a moment in warning. 

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep k?”

You jerked in his grip and giggled which made him blink.  

Huh. 

He noted the way you suddenly looked nervous, and the way your face had gone red. In addition to your eyes flicking everywhere looking for escape, a smug smirk crawled across his face. 

“Oh princess~ Got something you wanna tell me?”

He felt you stiffen and you giggled nervously again, clearly jumpy. 

God you were precious. 

“N-No! I just-I-thanks for helping but I-”

As you were about to scramble away he quickly turned to pin you against the tree, easily restraining your wrists over your head with one hand and leering over you.  

“You may as well give it up. I know you’re ticklish. Sure would be a shame if I let you fall asleep now ya know? Time to fulfill your duty to the team like the angel you are~”

Oh God. Time to pretend he didn’t just say that last part. Distract!

“D-Did you just-hey whahahahait!! Duncan!!”

You dissolved into squeals and giggles as his free hand began squeezing along your thighs suddenly regretting wearing shorts.

“You are such a jheheheherk!!”

Glad his moment of softness had been forgotten Duncan easily returned to teasing, feigning innocence.

“Oh? But I thought you were so sure I was a nice guy. Looks like your feelings were wrong. Good thing you have a thing for bad boys huh angel?”

He relished in the way you went even darker and sputtered over your laughter.

“N-No I-what!? That’s-crazy talk!”

“Your blush tells a different story. Plus, I’ve caught you stealing glances all summer. Lucky for you I like good girls just as much. Even called dibs in the boys cabin. Trent almost beat me to you but lucky for me he got more into Gwen around the same time which means you’re all mine if you want to be, angel.”

While he was talking casually his hands were moving easily all over, from your thighs to your hips up to your underarms and then to your neck where he opted to stay, keeping you in steady giggles as he waited for your response. 

You rolled your eyes before smirking back. 

“F-Fhihihine then. Gonna make me fhahahall demon boy?”

He grinned, full of roguish charm as his fingers finally slowed and he released your hands to cup your face in his palms and then seal your promise. 

“Only if you’re sure you’re ready for it sweetheart.”

No-one would find out until a few competitions later; when he got sick of hiding and kissed you so hard you swooned after a win you somehow managed to pull off. 

All insecure thoughts of him caring more about his bad boy image than you were  banished and it suddenly made sense to Courtney and Gwen why the nicknames, however passive aggressive, had stopped. They were all for you.  

Angel was still his favorite of course.

#tlc: tickle fics #tlc: half and half #duncan x reader #total drama island tickle fic #tickle fic #female reader #tickling #tickle #tickle fics #total drama island #ler!duncan

[writingdumpster]

captain

pairing: Cassian Andor x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male receiving oral, throat fucking, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, edging, dacryphilia, rank kink, degradation, breeding, pussy spanking

summary: Cassian is jealous when Han Solo talks to you at a party celebrating the destruction of the Death Star.

word count: 2.2k

Cassian was seething as the two of you walked home. He wouldn’t even hold your hand. You were leaving a party celebrating the success of the Death Star’s destruction. You could tell Cassian was upset, but you weren’t really sure why. You were letting him take his time. He had a tough time talking about his feelings and you always allowed him time to process.

You walked through your front door and took off your shoes. Cassian went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of the dark alcohol he kept in the cupboard and took a sip. He put his hands on his hips.

“Cass?” You called. He didn’t move. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked softly. Cassian scoffed. He turned around to face you.

“‘What’s wrong?’” He repeated sarcastically. “Why did you wear that dress tonight?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought you liked this one,” you said.

“Yes, but you know why I like it,” Cassian said. “And you know it makes others think the same things it makes me think.”

“Are you really mad at me just because other people were looking at me?” You asked.

“No, I’m mad because you were letting them.”

“Letting them? What does that even mean?” You questioned. You were getting annoyed.

“Oh, please!” He scoffed as he threw his hands in the air. “You were talking to Han Solo all night,” he said.

“He came over to talk to you!” You shouted. “He was trying to thank you!”

“Really?! Then why was he staring at you when he talked to me?!” Cassian shouted back. You were quiet. You really hadn’t thought that Han Solo was flirting with you.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I didn’t notice. I was looking at you,” you finished. Cassian’s heart jumped, even though it had been racing from his anger. You could make him feel so happy with only a few words, but he was still jealous. He didn’t want to let you get away with wearing his favorite dress somewhere that you’d be seen by so many people.

“He was looking at you. And do you know why, princess?” Cassian asked harshly. He stalked across the room and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Because you were wearing this dress.”

“I just thought you liked it,” you said shyly. You really hadn’t intended to draw anyone’s attention but Cassian’s when you put the dress on.

“Well, why were you flirting with Solo?” He questioned.

“I was not! I would never do that to you, Cass!” You shouted defensively.

“Captain,” Cassian snapped.

“What?” You questioned.

“You call me ‘Captain’ tonight,” he told you. Oh, I get it. “Solo might have gotten that medal, but he’s just some asshole,” Cassian sneered. “I am your Captain. You will follow my orders.” You nodded at Cassian. Cassian raised an eyebrow at you when you said nothing.

“Yes, Captain,” you said once you realized what he was waiting for.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight. I know you’ve been wanting me to get you pregnant, sweet girl.” Your eyes widened. You and Cassian had been discussing starting a family. He didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Take this dress off,” Cassian ordered. “Everyone’s seen you in this now. I have to make sure I’ve seen the most of you.” You pulled the dress over your head to reveal the matching pink lace bustier and panties you had bought. It was meant to be a surprise for Cassian that night. Cassian’s eyes soaked in the sight of you.

“I got it for you, Captain,” you said, interrupting the silence. “And you’re the only one who will ever see it.” Cassian smiled.

“It’s pretty, my love,” he said. “Thank you.” You smiled back, glad you had done at least one thing to please him. “I was going to make you take everything off, but I think I’ll leave you like this for a while.”

“Whatever you want, Captain,” you said.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. You looked down at the tile floor.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You asked.

“No. Your knees are going to be bruised after this and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” You were surprised but Cassian’s dominance was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

“Yes, Captain,” you said obediently as you dropped to your knees. You started to reach for Cassian’s belt but he was quick to stop you.

“No touching,” Cassian warned. You withdrew your hands disappointedly. He reached down and undid his own belt, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

Cassian took the base of his cock in his hand. He slapped your cheeks with the tip of his dick, the precum leaking from it sticking to your face. You moaned at the degrading treatment. Cassian was usually all praises and sweetness even through his dominance. You loved when he got mean with you.

“Pat my leg twice if it’s too much,” Cassian instructed.

“Yes, Captain.” You felt like an addict, completely and totally at the mercy of your one desire.

“Now open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out expectantly. He put the tip of his cock on your tongue.

“Don’t suck,” Cassian ordered. “Bad girls don’t get to suck their Captain’s cock,” he started. “They get their throats fucked.” That was the only warning he gave you before he reached down with his other hand, digging it into your scalp and pulling you roughly down on his hard cock. Your nose brushed Cassian’s neatly groomed pubic hair as you gagged on his cock. He held you there for a moment, your throat constricting around his cock. He let you go after you started to choke.

“Thank you, Captain,” you gushed as you pulled away. Cassian chuckled.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Just letting you catch your breath.” You nodded

“I’m ready for more, Captain,” you told him. You opened your mouth expectantly. Cassian smirked.

“Greedy little slut,” he taunted. He gave you what you wanted. He pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him as he began thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard enough to make you gag, but the tip of his cock continued to brush the back of your throat. When he pulled you off himself you gasped for air, drool spilling over your chin and tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.

“Get up. Bedroom. Now.” You stood at once and nearly sprinted towards the bedroom. Cassian left a trail of clothes behind him as he followed you, totally nude by the time you’d arrived in your bedroom. You turned around to face Cassian as you arrived in the room, waiting for his instruction.

“Let me help you with this,” Cassian said as he began to remove your bustier. He tossed it to the side. “Lay down on your back.”

“Yes, Captain,” you replied. You laid down, leaning on your elbows so you could continue to observe Cassian. He climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling in front of you. He ran his fingertips along the outside of your legs gingerly till he reached the waistband of your underwear.

“Do you know how many times Solo called you pretty tonight?” Cassian asked you.

“I think he said I looked nice when he introduced himself,” you said nervously.

“Five. He called you pretty five times,” Cassian snarled. “So, guess what?

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I’m going to ruin your orgasm five times before I let you come,” he told you.

“No, Cassian. Please—”

“Captain!” Cassian snapped. He spanked your pussy over your panties.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimpered. Cassian pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them off the bed. He pushed your legs open wide, large hands spreading over the tender skin of your inner thighs. Your pussy was glistening with wetness. You were desperate for attention.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Cassian cooed. “You’re soaked.” He dragged a single finger up your slit, stopping when he reached your clit to rub a few faint circles over it. The slight movement made you shudder.

“Captain,” you whined. “I need you to touch me.” Cassian chuckled.

“Need me?” He asked. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain. I need you.” Cassian smirked.

“Remember, princess. Five times,” he reminded you.

“Yes, Captain.” Cassian leaned down and licked a line from your asshole up to your clit. You immediately whined in pleasure. His tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking it between his lips. “Ohhh, Captain,” you groaned.

“How does it feel?” Cassian asked. He slurped at your dripping hole, drinking up all the wetness he could.

“It feels amazing, Captain! Feels so good,” you cried. Cassian kept up his precise movements against you, making you squirm against the mattress. He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand tightly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was tensing up as you prepared for your orgasm but suddenly Cassian took his mouth off you and slapped your bare pussy.

“No! No! Please!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation. Cassian laughed darkly as he watched you writhe helplessly against the mattress. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth three more times before he let you have his cock, punctuating each ruined orgasm with another spank to your cunt. Once the fifth edge was over you couldn’t stop begging.

“Please, make me come!” You begged up at Cassian.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, princess.”

“I do, Captain! I do! I’ve been so good! I’m sorry I wore your favorite dress in front of other people!” You cried. Tears were falling freely down your cheeks as Cassian continued to make slow and lazy thrusts in and out of you. It felt just good enough to keep you going but not good enough to get you there.

“You’re sorry?” Cassian asked.

“Yes, Captain,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” He said nothing. “Please,” you sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been good.”

“You have been, sweet girl. You took your punishment well.” Cassian wiped the tear from your cheek and leaned down to give you a slow kiss. “I’ll make you come now,” he whispered against your lips.

Cassian caged you to the bed, his forearms holding him up by your head. Your hands were digging into his back, leaving red scratch marks behind. He began thrusting into you more quickly, rolling his hips as he did so he would start to hit your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck! Captain!” You cried.

“Say my name,” Cassian begged, no longer wanting the facade between you.

“Cassian, please,” you whined. “I need you.” Cassian groaned as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He kissed the soft skin there.

“I love you, y/n,” he moaned. Your heart throbbed. This is what it was about. He wanted to be sure you loved him as much as he loved you. He wanted to make sure that you were his and only his. Forever.

“I love you too, Cassian,” you moaned back. Cassian grunted as he leaned away. He took your leg and hooked it over his hip. Then he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. With his free hand he reached between you and rubbed figure eights against your clit, tearing your last bit of composure away at once.

You plummeted into your orgasm. You screamed out in pleasure. You thrashed against the bed. You nearly broke Cassian’s skin as your nails raked down his back. Your other hand was squeezing his hand tightly. Your pussy was flexing and contracting around Cassian’s cock uncontrollably. Cassian couldn’t help himself from emptying inside you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth that filled your belly and kept squeezing at his cock, trying to drain every bit of cum from him.

Cassian looked down at the spot where your bodies connected as he pulled out of your warmth. He caught the white cum that began spilling out of you on his fingers and quickly pushed it back inside of you. You whimpered, sore after all the edging.

“We just have to keep this in here, sweet girl. Have to make sure it takes,” he said. “Don’t want to waste any time with my schedule.” You had a small moment of doubt.

“We can try again if it doesn’t work…right?” You asked quietly. Cassian’s eyes shot up to meet yours. He could see the fear you were feeling. A family wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Cassian to have. You didn’t always believe it would work out. His hands immediately went to your face and cupped it.

“Baby, of course we can.” Cassian assured you. “We’ll try as many times as it takes.” The worry on your face washed away.

“I love you, Kassa. Only you,” you said. Cassian smiled softly.

“I know you do. I shouldn’t get jealous,” he said. You kissed Cassian softly.

“I don’t mind,” you told him with a smirk. “As long as this is how you react.”

#cassian andor fic #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor smut #cassian andor x reader smut #cassian andor imagine #star wars x reader

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 21

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4.5k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ A/N: If anyone would like to see the clip referenced in this chapter for research purposes, here it is.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, November 21 (series masterpost here)

Jin is hunched over, features screwed shut. 

You’re currently inside his office, keeping a hand on his back and watching as he curls up in pain. 

A huff leaves you. “I told you not to overdo it.” 

“And I told you I had to!” He protests – only to immediately regret it and deeply wince. 

A defeated sigh leaves his lips. “I just wonder how long I’ll be like this.” 

“By the looks of it, a good week.” You retort, “Why didn’t you just take the day off?” 

“I’m the CEO…” He mumbles, opting to plant his face against his desk. 

You let out a long drawn-out sigh. In this case, the single person responsible for his dilemma was simply himself. 

Planting a hand against your hip and cocking up a brown, you’re extremely blunt with him. 

“Well, this is what you get for karaoking so hard.” 

Jin glances at you, a pout on his lips from your choice of wording. But you don’t budge, knowing exactly how this all conspired. 

The whole concept of the evening came from one person. 

“Karaoke?”

“We should go!” Jungkook exclaims, speaking with you as he makes his coffee. “I already asked everybody.” 

“I don’t know,” You bite your bottom lip, “I’ve never done it before…” 

“It’ll be fun,” He insists, slipping a card out from his suit’s pocket. You peer at it, noticing the words ‘brand new location’ at the top, which happened only a street away from your workplace. “Bring Seokjin along too.” 

You snort, “Are you sure the two of you won’t start fighting?” 

“No promises.” He says with a sly smile. 

You had decided to bring it up to Jin after work – who to your surprise is extremely onboard with the whole idea. He surprises you even more by mentioning that he actually loves doing karaoke and that he even dragged Namjoon down with him one time, to which you could ask him just how talented he is at it. 

Ultimately making the decision to go, you’re not quite sure what exactly to expect when you open the door to your assigned room. 

Your irises round at the pure chaos. 

The very first thing you notice is how cramped the room is, an abundance of both snacks and alcoholic drinks littering the humongous table in front of the karaoke machine. The second thing would be where all your friends are situated – Hoseok and Taehyung are loudly cheering next to the machine as Jimin sits on the bench sheepishly with Yoongi, slowly clapping his hands as the latter holds an amused smile with crossed arms. 

The last thing you notice is Jungkook holding one of the mics in his hand, abruptly switching from singing softly to straight up rapping, leaving you astounded. 

Behind you, Jin glances around with a huge smile and you slip in next to Yoongi on the bench. 

“Having fun, I assume?” You shout a bit loudly over Jungkook’s vocals. 

He grins, appearing to have had a drink or two. “You came at the best part.” 

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, making eye contact with you. “Jungkook’s pretty good, Y/N!”

You hum in agreement, watching him continue to rap as Hoseok takes the other mic, hyping him up with background sounds. Taehyung reaches over, smiling as he offers you some fries they had previously ordered, something that you gladly take. 

Your eyes widen when Jin slips off his suit jacket, tucking it next to you. 

“You’re going?”

He cheekily winks. “Of course, I have to show you how talented I am.” 

After a couple more lines, the song ends and everyone claps for Jungkook. He wipes some sweat away from his temples and Jin leans over to Hoseok, presumably asking him for the second mic. 

Jin smirks, rolling up his sleeves. “I bet I can rap better than you.” 

“Is that a challenge?” Jungkook inquires. 

Your gaze nervously darts between the two of them, already seeing the brewing tension. However, you fail to acknowledge the playful look in Jin’s eyes as the music begins and Loner by Outsider starts to play. 

Your mouth draws wide open when Jin starts rapping. 

You’re not the only one with the stunned reaction, the friends surrounding you are all instantly struck with awe with how effortlessly he raps – even Jungkook, who quickly pitches in with hyping him up. 

At one point, you, Jimin and Yoongi start bobbing your heads to the beat, fascinated with his good flow. Hoseok chuckles when he skips over some words, but still claps for him nonetheless as he continues. 

But then you’re leaning against Yoongi, attempting to stifle your laughter when he starts sounding angry, almost like he was reprimanding someone instead of karaoking. 

After speeding through the words but still managing to stay on beat, he draws towards the end of the song and Hoseok quickly encourages him to drop the mic, to which he does. 

Everyone practically roars with a cheer, loud enough to alert nearby rooms. 

Jin appears absolutely exhausted, but gets tackled by Hoseok and Jungkook, who are still cheering for him. Even Yoongi shouts, clapping his hands with a proud smile. 

He stumbles over to you, grabbing a drink from the table. Your eyes are glued to him, still staring in awe. 

“I didn’t know you could do that!” You exclaim over the song Taehyung begins to sing. 

“Do what? Rap like a genius?” He quirks up a brow, clearly amused from your reaction. 

“Well, yeah!” You profess, “You were amazing!” 

He grins, leaning down and pecking you on the cheek. “Just wait till you hear me sing.”

Putting his drink down, he heads over to Jungkook for the mic. The latter looks up at him with bright eyes, whispering something along the lines of ‘we need to do a song together!’ to which Jin fondly nods at. 

A warm smile stretches on your lips. 

***

Jin wasn’t lying. At all.

After Taehyung finishes his song, he takes the microphone and puts on a balled, before handing Jungkook the second mic. 

The soft music plays and you are thoroughly shocked for the second time of the day.

His voice is both beautiful and melodious, akin to being angelic. Jungkook joins him after one line, harmonizing effortlessly and their voices mix together, resonating throughout the room. 

As Taehyung hugs Jimin who giggles at the action, Hoseok raises his drink and sways side and side while Yoongi hums along, a small smile on his lips. 

You are left with simple staring – being impressed once again by him. It’s something he practically thrives on, darting his gaze over at you consistently and fishing for compliments, which you gladly give to him.

The rest of the night flashes by – more songs being added to the queue and empty cartons and bottles scattered all over the table. Everyone ends up being either drunk out of their mind or utterly exhausted with the strain on their vocal cords. 

You were forced to wrench off Jin from the karaoke machine once the clock struck midnight, but he had continued to sing, running high on energy as he bounced up and down. Hoseok ended up helping you, turning off the machine as you grabbed Jin’s hand and brought him outside with everyone else. 

Which segways into your current dilemma – aka Jin managed to karaoke to the point where his back gave out.

“I’ll need to leave.” You inform Soyou, eyes downcasted. “I have... bit of an emergency.” 

“Of course, Y/N.” She immediately responds, “Please keep me posted about it.” 

You nod, thoughts running astray. 

About my boyfriend’s karaoke condition? Of course. 

Turning to head towards your cubicle, Yoongi peeks out from his side. 

“Is he alright?” 

“Not really.” You mutter, “He’s been in pain all day and refused to call in sick, so I forced him to take the rest of the day off.” Taking your bag, you sling it against your shoulder, “I’m leaving too, he needs someone to look after him.” 

“Well, he did put on quite the show yesterday.” He points out, voice soft. “I hope he gets better soon.” 

The corners of your mouth lift, and you leave, waving at Yoongi as you do. Heading down on the elevator, you find Jin at the front, still hunched over against the wall and waiting for your arrival. 

To your shock, he’s with someone else. 

“Your back is giving out?” The man throws his head back, laughing loudly. 

Jin scoffs, “How come you’re fine and I’m not?!” 

“Because you’re old and I’m still youthful, of course.” 

“Yah!”

Jungkook childishly snickers and you’re stunned to see Jin begin to protest more against him.

“Jungkook?” You question, watching him whirl around with crossed arms. “What are you doing here?” 

“What does it look like?” He gestures to Jin, “Someone had to make sure our lovely Ahjussi made it to the elevator.” 

Jin’s eyes are boiling in rage and you’re speechless as Jungkook grins, like he knows he’s said something to tick off Jin. 

“How dare you call me that?!” 

“That’s what you get for being old!” He calls out. “I’ll leave him in your care, Y/N.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, “Get back to work already.” 

His eyes crinkle and he spins on heels, lightly jogging back. 

Leaning down, you take one of Jin’s arms and place it around your neck, letting half of his weight rest on you. 

“I didn’t know the two of you were so close.” You sing-song, walking outside with him. Rummaging through your pockets, you locate your phone and call for a cab. 

“He’s such a brat.” He remarks, “But I suppose he’s not so bad...” 

You chuckle, setting your phone down. 

“Says the person that was jealous of him.” 

“Hey, that was before I got to know him!” He protests. 

You let out a sigh, recognizing and waving the cab driver closer. He stops right in front of the two of you by the curb, and you help Jin inside the car. 

“So sorry.” You smile cheekily in his direction. “You’re right, I won’t say anything else about your new best friend.” 

A deep pout mars his lips and you giggle, slipping into the car with him. 

“You need to stop moving around!”

Jin grimaces, features twisted up. He keeps shifting around, attempting to stagger forward towards your apartment on his own. 

A pained huff leaves him, “How else am I supposed to walk then?!” 

“I told you already, just lean against me.” You chide, attempting to support his weight. He walks rather lop-sidedly, another wince running through him. 

You finally arrive at your door and jam your keys in, turning the lock. 

Entering inside, you let the door close behind you and trudge towards your couch, to which Jin plops down on quite dramatically. 

You let out a huge exhale of relief, spinning on your heels into the direction of your bedroom. A quick glance at the clock tells you it’s still early in the afternoon and that Yuna wouldn’t be home anytime soon, still being at school. 

Returning to your living room, you emerge with a blanket and toss it onto Jin. 

“Don’t get up.” You state. 

He recoils on the couch with a laugh, “I wasn’t planning to.” 

Lightly shaking your head at that, you swiftly pace over to your kitchen and place a heating pad in the microwave. After a couple of minutes pass by, you take it out. 

Stepping back over to the couch, you help Jin into a seating position and assist with tugging off the suit jacket he adorns from his broad shoulders.

“Ow.” He loudly winces when you pull too hard on one arm, and you remorsefully grimace. 

“Sorry.” 

You manage to yank the article of clothing off, much to Jin’s protests. He lies right down on the heating pad you give him, with it positioned underneath his back. You unfold the blanket you had given him earlier, covering him entirely. 

“I think that should be okay for now.” You huff, glancing in his direction. “Are you comfortable, Jin?” 

Instead of his voice, silence greets you back. Curiously, you get up and peer over at his face, only to see his eyes fluttered shut and small snores already beginning to leave him. 

You softly smile, taking that as his response. 

***

A deep breath leaves your lungs. 

Your eyes are squeezing shut as your heart races in your chest, fingers trembling. 

Opening them up, you let the feeble confidence take over. 

You take a step into your kitchen. 

The plan was simple – Jin had been dozing off on your couch for a couple of hours. In that time, you had gone to the grocery store and picked up a handful of ingredients, arrived back home and checked on him, and then proceeded to change out of your work clothes and into your pajamas. 

Jin hasn’t said anything to you yet, but the tension in movements and the fatigue radiating from his eyes are enough to tell you how well work has been going for him. Coupling that with the spiking pain he’s now having to deal with and the deep slumber he’s plunged in, you made the assumption that he would awaken around when it was time for dinner. 

To put it in short and simple words, your plan is to essentially make your boyfriend a nice home cooked meal the moment he wakes up. 

Sucking in a harsh inhale, you take out the chicken, broth and rice, hoping to make something that is both filing and delicious. 

You first begin to preheat the oven for the chicken, before proceeding with taking out two pans. In one, you heat the broth to make soup and in the second, you put the rice into a pot of oil. After that, you douse the chicken with layers of oil and salt, to then begin cutting giant chunks of vegetables for the soup. 

You pause for a moment – heavily considering if perhaps consulting a recipe would be the best in this type of situation. 

You wave the thought off, firmly believing that your hard work will be enough. 

Sweat gathers at your temples as you focus on cutting pieces from the veggies, dunking them straight into the boiling soup. The oiled and generously salted chicken goes into the oven as the rice soaks up all the oil in an instant. 

Two hours pass by like seconds. There’s a giant soup filled with broth and floating with humongous vegetables, and chicken that’s simultaneously flaky but oily. It’s accompanied with crispy rice, something you’re especially proud of. 

It’s not long before Jin stirs. 

“Hey,” You softly call out from the kitchen, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better.” He blinks his sleepy eyes, grasping onto his shoulder. “I still feel the pain, but it’s less intense.” 

“That’s good.” Your eyes avert, landing on the meal displayed on the kitchen counter. “Say, do you have a minute?” 

He grins, “I always have time for you.” 

You recoil at the mushy statement. “I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.” 

“You know the normal response is to call something like that romantic, right?” He stands up from the couch and you hurriedly rush over to him, resting your hand on his arm. 

“Don’t strain yourself.” 

“I’m not, don’t worry.” He chides, eyes landing right on your display. “What’s all this?” 

“I…um, cooked for you.” At his inspecting gaze, you look the other way. 

“Wait, what?” He looks touched, voice dropping into a whisper. “You cooked for me?” 

You shyly nod, feeling squeamish underneath all the attention. His eager eyes are sweeping all over it, as if trying to memorize the food before him. 

He takes a pair of chopsticks right away, digging in. 

Your irises are large, attached to his words and surveying every hint of emotion that arises in his expression. 

He chokes. 

You simply watch as he abruptly bursts out into a chain of coughs, before he’s pounding a hand against his chest, as if forcibly trying to keep the food down. 

Once he swallows, you blink. 

“W-Wow, it has such…unique flavor…”

His tone is too sweet, unlike his regular humorous one. 

You deeply sigh, all too familiar with this type of reaction.

"Is it bad?" You quietly ask.

"N-No, of course not!" He accidentally coughs again, clamping a hand against his mouth. 

“Jin…” You sincerely whisper, reaching out and holding onto his other hand, "I'd rather you tell me the truth instead of just letting me poison you." 

There’s something that flickers in his expression – the realization dawning that you’ve caught on and he can no longer bluff. 

He remorsely looks at you. 

"So…I can be completely honest?" 

"Yes.” You state, encouraging him.

He sucks in a deep breath, and the Jin you’re very familiar with emerges.

"It's horrible.” He states, before a cord finally snaps and he’s unloading everything, “Like really horrible. It tastes like the rice’s been deep fried and the chicken’s been covered with oil and way too much salt. The soup is also so bland, like it barely has flavor–" 

"Hold up!" You snap, "Can’t you be a little nice in giving criticism?! I’m not going to just improve overnight!” 

He nods, voice dipping into an overly sweet tone, but somehow the deeply rooted sarcastic bits don’t go unnoticed by you.

"Alright, so rice isn't supposed to be crispy and the chicken doesn't need to be salted so much. It also doesn’t need to be cooked for that long so next time, make sure to set a timer. The soup needs more salt and pepper in it, but don't go crazy with it, okay?" 

A pout lines your lips, his words actually being kinder and quite informative. “Okay…”

“Good,” He kisses your cheek, hand already lifting the dish. “Now let me handle this.” 

“Wait, no!” You spin around, tugging on his shirt. “Jin, I wanted to do this for you. I just can’t have you cooking again, I–” 

You grimace, acknowledging that you would just have to profess your shortcomings and simply ask.

“I-I want to learn.” 

He raises a brow at that, and you can see it all unfold. 

There’s a huge smug smile on his lips. Almost as if he’s aware of the skills he has. 

“If you want to learn,” He taunts, crossing his arms and arching up a brow. “You have to say the following – ‘Kim Seokjin is the best cook in the world.’” 

“Are you serious?” You snap, “How childish are you?” 

He turns around, beginning to clean up the counter and sweeping the dish away. Your hands shoot out immediately, grasping his wrist. 

“W-Wait!” You deeply exhale, willing every fibre in your body to not roll your eyes. 

Sarcasm weaves in as you repeat his words. “Kim Seokjin… is the best cook in the world.”

Your voice quiets down in the end and Jin leans in. 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“Jin!” You whine, and he laughs loudly, squeakiness echoing through the kitchen. 

“Okay, I’ll teach you.” He announces. “But listen to me carefully.” 

You eagerly nod. 

Jin crosses his arms, a heavy gaze to his eyes and a scowl lining his lips. 

“You need to measure it out first, Y/N.” 

“Measure out the salt and pepper?” You spin around, bewildered by his instructions, “I just dumped it in.” 

An annoyed ‘tsk’ leaves him. He scans the contents of the broth, before grabbing a spoon and tasting it. 

He cringes. 

“Now it’s way too salty.” He offers the spoon to you and your reaction is the same. 

A deep exhale leaves you. “I’ll just start over.” 

“You don’t need to start over.” He grabs some pepper and a glass of water, “You just need to correct the overseasoning.” 

You observe as he pours water and seasons it with pepper, stirring it carefully as it boils. Lowering the heat, he dips the spoon into the mixture and brings it up for you to taste. 

You’re stunned. It’s not per say incredible, but it tastes so much better than before. 

“Your measurements have to be precise, and that includes your timing too.” He preheats the oven, showcasing the time he was setting it up on, “I think you heated it properly, but you left it in for too long.” 

You hum and he moves, filtering around the kitchen as if it was his own. 

He brings over a board, knife and vegetables. “We also need to seriously work on your chopping skills.” 

Taking up the challenge, you grab an onion and start obliterating the vegetable. 

“Woah, woah, hold on!” Jin takes the knife away from you in an instant. He brings it to the board, slowly cutting the vegetable and coming into a natural rhythm with it. 

He catches your gaze. “See? Gently. No need to murder the poor onion.” 

You scoff as he pauses and hands the knife back. 

You attempt to mimic his actions, but he nearly shrieks when a slice of onion goes shooting out and your knife slides against the board.

He latches onto your hand, whispering underneath his breath. “And here I thought no one could be worse than Namjoon…”

You swivel, “What?” 

“Nothing!” He sings-songs, chuckling in a high tone. Deciding to come up behind you, Jin’s hands gently reach over to envelope your own shaky ones. 

He proceeds to swiftly cut the onion, following a rhythmic motion. 

Much to your complete surprise, you’re actually able to cut a few decent chunks. “I-I can’t believe it…” 

“It just takes time and practice, Y/N.” Jin smiles, stepping back and letting you continue. He spins around, checking in on the chicken inside the oven. 

However, a painful sting abruptly emerges, and you’re forced to set the knife aside. 

“Ah–” You rub your eyes, regret filling you in an instant when it burns even more. “Oh my god.”

Jin turns around with a frown at your words, only to see thick tears streaming down your eyes. 

He hurriedly abandons the chicken, grabbing onto your hands, “What happened?” His gaze darts all over the cutting board and then back to inspecting your hands, “Did you hurt yourself?” 

“No, I just–” You squeeze your eyes tightly, “I-I think it’s something in the air.” 

Puzzlement crosses him at that, but then his field of vision lands onto the cut up onion and suddenly everything makes sense. 

“Hold on–” He brings you closer to the sink and turns on the faucet. Reaching over, he helps to splash water onto your eyes until the burn finally begins to subside.

The coolness of the water lets you see again, and you blink in disbelief towards him. 

“What was that?” 

He smiles lop-sidley, “It's what happens when you cut a lot of onion. You have to be careful about them stinging your eyes.” 

You’re flabbergasted at the notion. Not only did you not know crucial information about the blasted vegetable, you hadn’t even cut them properly enough to notice. 

It all boils up, the tension merely amplifying your frustrations towards cooking. 

“This is so hard!” You proclaim, planting a hand against your temples, “How am I supposed to know all this when I’ve never done it before?” 

You huff and Jin leans back, attempting to hold back the amused smile on his lips. He doesn’t do a great job though, and you’re glancing at him perplexed from the reason, but then it dawns on you– 

He’s smiling like the once very annoying intern he was. 

“It’s okay.” He tenderly pats your back, a presumptuous grin on his features. “I still think you can do it.” 

You loudly scoff as he snickers. 

***

The hours churn by easily and with Jin’s much needed assistance, you are successfully able to cook the chicken and create a broth that doesn’t want to make your insides recoil. He ends up cooking the rice, deep distrust running through him when you genuinely thought cooking it in oil was the right way to go. However, you observed the way he carefully shimmers it in water until it’s completely soft. 

There’s an entire meal presented in front of you and he flops down onto a chair near the kitchen counter, long overdue for his back to act up again. 

“Wow.” 

You whisper, staring at it all in amazement. 

Glancing over, Jin grimaces a bit and you smile gratefully. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

“I still mean what I said before, you know?” You sway side to side sheepishly, “Cooking isn’t easy, but it’s a good skill to have.” 

Jin softly grins at that and you curiously take a bite, eyes widening. 

“It tastes so much better!” 

“See what happens when you don’t drown stuff in salt and oil?” He teases and you chuckle, “Now next time, make me something like this instead of trying to kill me.” 

“I was not trying to kill you.” 

“Are you so sure about that?” He glances at the previous dish, the crispy rice meeting his gaze. 

He raises a brow and you stare at him silently – before the two of you are bursting out in laughter. 

The door to your apartment widens. 

Yuna stands by it, throwing intrigued glances at the sounds resonating from the kitchen. She walks in to see you standing by the counter with Jin seated on a chair facing you, alongside the entire buffet displayed on the counter. 

At the sound of her footsteps, you swivel. “Yuna!” 

You embrace her and she looks around, “What happened here?” 

“I cooked!” A shudder runs through her spine immediately, and you quickly try to ease her thoughts, “It wasn’t just me though, Jin helped too!” 

Curiosity runs through her at that and you spin around, filling up a plate for her. Yuna sets her bag down, sitting on a chair next to Jin.

“How was school?” He questions, her eyes brightening up. 

“It was fun, we’re working on our next play now.” 

“I look forward to seeing it.” He grins, and she smiles back at him. There’s a plate of food landing in front of her, and she pokes her fork at it in wonder.

You tightly grasp onto Jin’s hand, breath hitching as you watch her raise the spoon to her lips. As she slowly chews, your heartbeat seems to grow louder and louder. 

A deep frown crosses her features – making you tense, but then it’s replaced with utter confusion, and she stares back at the plate you’ve given her. 

It’s when she goes for another bite that you freeze. 

“I-It’s good…” She whispers, as if she was suspended in disbelief. Her gaze lifts, staring at you in awe. 

“It is?” You question in astonishment, despite having already tasted it yourself.

Yuna nods, before breaking out into a wide smile. 

You are absolutely ecstatic, watching her eagerly go for more bites and humming in content. 

Jin practically yelps when he’s tackled into a hug, surprise flickering onto his features to see your arms wrapped around him.

Although he slightly winces from the sudden weight, he merely just chuckles and hugs you back.

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