#came for the cover stayed for everything else lmfao
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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐧.𝐫.
gif credits: marvellegends
summary: natasha comes back home after a long mission she was on and as soon as she walks inside of her bedroom, a slightly bare skin of yours teases her eyes.
warnings: top!natasha, strap-on, oral on a strap (r giving), rough sex, dirty talking, daddy!kink, pet names (sort of?) i don’t know what else lol
author’s note: i will update the other woman tomorrow i hope since ya’ll want more lmfao but i’m thinking of making a scarlett series once again, it’s just a thought though but i don’t think no one will be interested in that. anyways, hope you enjoy my steamy one-shot ;)
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When Natasha left for a mission, you were the neediest that you’ve ever been. The redhead ordered you not to touch yourself until she comes back and you’ve done nothing but follow that rule – although you’re so close to breaking it for your pleasure.
You were staying at Natasha’s trailer in Norway, where the government won’t find the woman since she’s on the run. You’re the one who keeps everything safe and that’s the reason why you’re technically living there for some time. It’s been two months since your girlfriend left and right now all you need is her warm kisses and her touch. You smile at the thought of the redhead peppering kisses all over your jaw while thrusting two fingers inside of you with her shuddering groan. Oh, it turns you on.
You put the cleaned dish on the tiled cupboard and walked back to the room and flopped your entire body on the soft mattress, sighing how good it feels to interact with sleep. You yawned and reached for the lamp button and clicked it off, drifting off to slumber as soon as possible.
It was 2 am around midnight when Natasha came back home quietly, feeling exhausted from her trip. But, she was also feeling very horny since while on the way home, the woman did nothing but stalk the naked pictures that you sent her through text. If she was being honest, the redhead even masturbated before she came back home to you.
As soon as she opened the trailer door, Natasha was met with quiet surroundings. She assumed that you were in slumber so she quickly grabbed herself a bottle of beer and walked carefully inside the cold room where you were deeply asleep. She loves this sighting of you, where you’re just humbly sleeping without even moving – it was cute yet it gets her worked up at the idea of waking you up with her desperate kisses while taking off your panties.
“What a cute little princess,” she mumbles darkly and places the beer on the small table near the bed, sighing when her calloused hands reach for your legs – touching them very gently. Natasha smiles, way too deep, and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your ankle. Weird.
She then hovers her body to yours and wraps her arms around your small waist with her strong arms, pulling you close until your ass is pressed against her tight jeans where there is an evident bulge inside of it. You stirred awake, spinning your head until you realized it was your girlfriend who was hugging you so tightly.
“Baby,” you whispered in excitement and tried to turn yourself around so you could kiss her but the woman held you in place, shushing you until you heard her whisper,
“You look so beautiful when you’re asleep,” she places sweet kisses on your right cheek while her hands maneuver to your camisole top until they reach for your full breasts. She sighs in desperation, feeling your nipples perking up even though she hasn’t done anything yet.
“Natasha,” you turned your head until your lips were smashed against her side mouth, moaning when the woman starts grinding her strap in your ass.
“Yes, moya lyubov'?”
“I–Mmph,” Natasha cuts you off with a dominating kiss that made her let out a strangled moan, cupping your breasts harder while rutting her hips until you bottomed on her covered cock.
“Let me make you feel good,” she whispers with a deep voice that gets your cunt all wet and needy. If she touches it right now, you’re sure to cum on the spot. The redhead pushes you into the mattress and hovers you once again, smiling devilishly when your nipples are seen through your white camisole top. She couldn’t wait any longer and slowly took off your top with one swig, gasping at how full your boobs are.
“You’re so beautiful,” Natasha says while burying her face in between your breasts, her other hand palming harshly on your right boob – tweaking your nipple until you let out a loud shriek that made the woman lift her head with piercing green eyes.
“All needy and horny for me, huh?” she chuckles and kisses your middle chest, moaning as you arch your hips for more friction. You need her cock so badly that–
“Daddy,” you whined like a needy whore and humped in the air, closing your eyes tightly when the zipper of her pants hits on your core. “Please, I need you so bad!”
“Shh, Daddy is getting there angel,” she says while pressing kisses below your stomach. It tingles you, the way her expert lips are all over your skin and you want nothing but to be fucked by her right at this moment. You just want to pull out that faux cock and slurp the tip of her toy until she fucks your face as her life depends on it.
“Fuck…” you stifled a whimper.
“No cursing, dorogoya,” Natasha demands sweetly, and kisses your pelvis once more until her hands are hooked inside of your panties and you pull it down swiftly, smirking. “My god, look at you. You have the prettiest pussy in the world, Daddy is so proud that you never touched what’s hers.”
She kneels on the bed and unzips her pants, pulling the jeans down until it reaches her lap in such a teasing way. The redhead smirks at the way you look at the cock that was in between her milky legs, standing at its glory. The faux cock has the same color as her skin and it almost made you believe that she has a dick in her pants. She loved using it on many occasions, especially when both of you are in public and in her car.
Natasha slowly strokes her cock up and down and says, “Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Get it all wet for your tiny pussy.”
You were fully in your sit-up position and grabbed the base of her faux cock, looking at her eyes in the most seductive way that Natasha couldn’t help but moan at the pretty sight. You lick under the cock, lathering it all up until you reach for the tip and sink your mouth all the way to the middle of the strap.
“Oh fuck yes,” Natasha firmly grips your hair and pushes more of the cock inside of your wanting mouth, gagging when the tip hits your throat. Natasha haunches her hips as she slowly thrusts her big cock inside of your mouth, moaning from time to time. “Jesus fuck, I bet your mouth feels so good right now. You’re lucky enough I don’t have a dick because if I did I would’ve filled that filthy slutty mouth.”
Her dirty talking, the way her hands are holding your hair tightly, almost made you come into the scene but you know if you did the woman would have to punish you. And you seriously don’t want that tonight, you want to feel her. All of her.
“Mmph!” you muffled while she bottoms out inside your mouth, your nose pressed against her pelvis, and breathed hard at it. She keeps fucking your mouth more, making sloppy and gurgling sounds until you hear Natasha whispering, “Take it. Take all of my cock, god…”
The redhead pulls your head back until she can see a string of your saliva connected to her dick. She smirked evilly and pushed you back on the bed, turning you until your front was pressed into the soft mattress. She positioned your hips in the air and slaps your right cheek softly, making you let out a loud feminine moan.
“Natasha!”
“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” Natasha cooed while she pushes up her gray thin sweater, her toned stomach on full display. Your ass was in the air, feeling the cool air hit the warm skin – especially the spanked one – and you were in a moaning mess, you wanted that woman to push that cock inside of your pussy until you were braindead. It’s what you deserve after not touching yourself for a couple of months.
“Daddy, please fuck me… fuck me with your big fat cock!” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard until you could taste a coil of blood from it. The woman chuckles and pushes two fingers inside of your cunt, feeling your warm wetness all around her thick fingers.
“God, you’re so pretty like this,” she says while thrusting inside of you slowly. “You’re so wet for me too. Daddy can’t wait to fuck you numb.”
Leaning close to your face, she hotly whispers, “You know your safe word. I’m going to fuck that pussy raw… I’m so going to fuck it raw.”
Without a word, Natasha pushes the tip of the cock inside of your warm heat until most of her length is inside of you. You let out a whiny moan as you felt all of her, you felt so incredibly full and wanted. It’s almost like you never want her to pull out.
“God,” she groans with a ragged breath, her firm hands on your hips; gripping your skin tightly. “You’re so fucking tight for me… I can feel you. I want to feel all of you baby…”
“You’re in me,” you whispered breathlessly while you played your tits under your body, wanting to feel more. “Daddy I feel so full… you’re so big!”
“I’m that big huh?” She cocks, pressing her whole front onto your back, and grips your throat with her hand, biting her lip to stifle herself from moaning. “You’re such a filthy whore… wanting to be fucked by me. Wanting my cock so desperately, you can’t get enough of it huh?”
“Yes! Oh god,” you mewled and moan incoherently when the woman starts to pump into you with each thrust, making a sloppy sound with both of your skins. “Oh god, oh god… you make me feel so fucking good.”
“Watch your mouth, detka or you’ll seriously be in trouble,” she states while still pounding her cock inside of you, hissing at the fact that your cunt is gripping it so tight that she can almost feel it. She looks down, sighing in satisfaction to your genitals connected. Well, she has a fake cock but it doesn’t really matter right now. All she feels and thinks is your wet pussy being slammed by her own dick.
“Mmph, yeah, fuck…” Natasha moans to herself once your core is pressed all the way to her pelvis, feeling your wetness all over her skin. “Daddy is so horny for your greedy pussy, did you miss me? Huh? Did you miss daddy’s cock?”
“Yes!” you babbled, letting out pathetic moans that were being filled up the room. The woman presses you harder against the mattress until you can hear the bed squeaking with so much of her thrusting, hearing her grunt with each push.
Her head nuzzles into your neck and bites your exposed sweaty skin, shrieking from her sucking your marked spot. Natasha’s warm hands made their way to your ribs and held you tightly there, pushing more of her length inside of you, almost in a rigid way.
She makes that happy noise that makes your climax come a little sooner and pushes one last time inside of you until your hips are pressed together. “You have no idea how much I masturbate to you every day. When I come home-Ugh, fuck–I masturbate to your naked photos. God, I could’ve called you but you’re so busy you don’t pick up my phone calls…”
“I’m sorry Natty,” apologized while gripping the sheet of a pillow with your teeth as you felt Natasha’s thrusting increase, groaning when the tip of her cock hits your spot; making a sloshy sound.
“S’ okay baby,” Natasha whispers in the nape of your neck and pumps into your wet cunt three to four times until she grunts, “I’m close. You better fucking come for me once I come, got it, princess?”
You nodded frantically and can’t help yourself but scream at the way she slaps the side of your ass, grunting and moaning and grabbing your hair while her hips are still pressed into you. You can feel all of her, you can feel all of her. And never once in your life does this feel good. It felt so immaculate, it’s like she was made for you to be worn out and fucked.
“God damn it,” she uttered while bringing her hand to your mouth, covering it while still pumping inside of you at a faster pace, making the bed shake uncontrollably. “Can’t stop thinking about you when I was away… and when you were asleep I thought about me eating your pussy until you woke up, although I wouldn’t do that without your consent– Oh fuck, right there baby… right there, come for me right now!”
“Ugh–Oh fuck, yes daddy!” you clenched around the girth of her dick and came undone, writhing on the sheets as you screamed with broken moans ahead – your vision blurring at how your orgasm takes over your body. Your chest was heaving, your face was damped, most especially your cunt was very much worn out from her fast-paced fucking. You were about to close your eyes when you heard more of Natasha’s grunting, her thrusting became harsher and she lifted your torso to knead your breasts possessively, her head into your neck as her other hand gripped your hip for leverage.
“You’re taking me so well–Ugh!” She hisses when your ass is pressed up against her pelvis, chuckling seductively when both of your skins are in contact. She then trails her fingers to your clit and pinches on it, hard.
You screamed in the wonder of pleasure.
“I bet that needy little clit needs my fingers,” you did nothing but whispered a ‘yes’ and she continued to shallowly thrust in you. “I bet my cock makes you feel so good. I know it does, god… you’re so beautiful when you’re all over me.”
You nodded, trying to say a word but you were so numb with the feeling that you don’t know how to speak anymore. You fall onto your stomach again and use your arms as leverage, so the woman above you can play with your perked nipples.
“Daddy’s going to cum! Hungh, oh yeah… fuck!” she practically growled and sunk her teeth into your neck. She gives her final thrust until the woman jerks onto your body, grinding your hips together until your ass is very much pressed onto her hips. You clenched around the woman, silently screaming into the pillow while Natasha had her other hand on your throat, pulling you into her until her tits were pressed against your sweaty back. The redhead shuddered, heaving with her undying orgasm until both of your lifeless bodies fell onto the mattress.
Turning, you have your legs on top of her thighs as she pulls you into her, both of your sweaty fronts mending to each other. She sighs, smirking down at you, and presses her lips on the tip of your nose.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers with a croaky voice while her hands trail down your arm smoothly, smiling when you blush at her remark. “What? Did you miss me too?”
“Of course I did, It’s just…”
“Just what, my pretty girl?” Natasha giggles and pulls your neck until your head is laid on her chest comfortably, you smile.
“I just haven’t felt you for so long, that’s all.”
She only hummed and continued to pepper kisses all over your face. You giggled when you felt her lips nudge onto your mouth and gladly opened it, feeling her tongue slip inside. Natasha moans when both of your tongues meet and deepens the kiss, groping your breasts when everything gets heated between you two. But, you were extremely exhausted so you pulled away, letting Natasha look at you curiously and asked,
“Did I do something wrong?”
You shake your head, smiling sheepishly – as if you’re too afraid to ask if she wanted to cuddle instead of fucking again.
“Can we cuddle? Please?”
The woman sighs and purses her lips, then smiles widely at you toothlessly. She pulled you closer to her until her chin was resting upon your head and whispered,
“Of course, my love. Of course.”
And throughout that night, both of you went into slumber and hope that tomorrow she’ll never leave you again.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff smut#lesbian#natasha x reader#smut
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Haunted part 8
I’ve just finished Modern Warfare remastered haha Captain Price was cold as fuck in that. Now I’m trying to play Warzone and I’m so shit lmfao why can’t we just have death match etc like in the 2009 version. Ffs. I don’t have a clue what I’m meant to do. Amerika explain?
Anyway! Here’s part 8! Enjoy the gif from MW. Not my gif x
Warnings - blood, gore, violence, injury
Part 9
4 days had passed and you hadn’t heard a thing, not a whisper. You expected this, the intel was huge and they had a monumental task a head of them. But still it made you worry. The members of Los Vaqueros had treated you like royalty, you’d managed to get a few to teach you some Spanish swear words. You even taught them some Welsh ones in return.
With nothing happening they took you around their training course, helping you streamline your firearm skills further. Their knowledge was invaluable and you were so grateful they took this time to help you. The day had been long and strenuous so you retired to the showers and let the hot water flow over you. Hoping the boys were safe.
Outside a storm had started raging, thick heavy rain lashed down as thunder and lightening rattled the sky. You always loved storms when you were younger, how the lightening stretched and danced across the sky. How the thunder rattled your chest and formed goosebumps on your skin. Stepping out of the shower the air still felt thick, a warm draft blew through the barracks. But something within you felt un easy. Something felt … off?
Quickly getting dressed you threw your dirty clothes onto the cot and pulled a loose fitted t-shirt over your vest. The lights went out. Shit. Where was everyone? Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flashlight illuminating the outside of the opposite building. Giving in to your gut instinct you ducked and rolled under the cot, stifling your breathing with your hand. ‘Need to find their medic, saw a couple of other stragglers come by here too.’ What accent was that? American? Fuck is going on?
Footsteps outside the building distracted them ‘eyes on Los Vaqueros! Three of em, assistance required. Over.’ They’re rounding everyone up?! What the fuck? And they’ve mentioned you by name, no doubt they’ll tear this place apart looking for you. Need to make a run for it.
Slowly shimmying out from under the cot you reached into your bag and pulled out your knife and Glock. Safety off, and added 2 more clips of ammo in your pockets. Taking in a deep breath you slowly raised to your knees, then to your feet. Only the flood lights of the compound remained on, must be a back up generator. Everything else was thrust into darkness. Staying crouched you moved your way to the door of the barracks. Poking your head out, the rain seemed to be coming down harder than before. You weren’t too far from the gate. All you needed to do was get clear.
As you were about to make a run for it the flash of gun muzzles and the sounds of gun shots rang out. It came from the direction of the gate. Fuck. Feeling your stomach drop the adrenaline hit you like a tidal wave. You steadied your breath, maybe you could make it to the office. Radio through to Price and let him know what the fuck is going on. Little did you know Ghost, Alejandro and Soap were having their own problems.
Ducking back into the shadows for cover you managed to creep through another two barracks, taking you somewhat closer to the main building. As you were about to enter an office building one of the assailants took up post right outside the door. Taking your opportunity you stood up and drove your knife deep into his neck. Your detailed knowledge of anatomy giving you the advantage. Kicking the back of his knee he collapsed onto the floor bringing him to a more comfortable height for you. Pulling his head backwards to bend his neck you pulled the knife along his throat. His blood vessels being closer to the surface allowed for a cleaner cut. Hot crimson liquid poured out of the gash along his neck, as his vocal choked bubbled trying to shout for help.
Dumping him on the floor you kicked the lifeless body over … the Shadow Company insignia?! What the fuck. This is huge. You thought they had been working with you?Scurrying across the court yard and into the office you took cover behind a flipped over desk. It was crawling with Shadows, all of them looking for any stragglers they missed. Flashlights lit up the adjacent room, sliding under one of the desks you watched and bided your time. ‘Heard the one with the Mohawk and Ghost mask got away. Glad I’m not in town, don’t wanna bump into them.’ Shit. So it was them who were outside the gate? Your heart hurt at the thought of them being hurt. ‘Yeah, but got the colonel though, Graves is takin’ him to the prison complex with the others’ another Shadow replied.
Graves? That slimy bastard.
With those two moving on you came out of your hiding spot and made your way to the back of the offices. ‘SHIT MAN DOWN, do you copy?! MAN DOWN!’ They’d found the Shadow you’d disposed of earlier. It’s now or never, making a run for it across the court yard the rain saturated your clothes. You dodged the light of the flood lights trying to stay hidden. When a searing pain ran through your calf muscle. You smashed into the wet concrete, rolling on to your back you saw a Shadow in the window. You raised your Glock and fired managing to hit them in the chest. ‘Shots fired! Shots fired!’
You frantically tried to crawl to the office steps, a trail of watery blood behind you. Mixing in with the rainwater like an oil slick. Footsteps pounded behind you, trying to stay focused on the steps you shot blindly behind you. Desperately trying to put some distance between you. That’s when another shot ran out and white hot pain seared through your right shoulder. Screaming out in pain you tried to rise to your feet. Your leg giving out beneath you. ‘Well well, what do we have here?’ A familiar voice pricked your ears. A foot hooked underneath your torso rolling you over, bringing you face to face with Graves himself.
‘Found em boys. Bring over the car.’ He commended into his radio. ‘Don’t fuckin’ touch me Graves.’ You spat, blood slowly leaking out of you. ‘Looks like I’m gonna have to sweetheart. Got some questions I wanna ask yah’ he said as he bent down grabbing your chin. Gathering the strength you had left you spat in his face ‘Fuck. You.’ He let out a low chuckle as he slammed the but of his gun into your temple ‘General Sheppard sends his regards.’
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A pounding thump in your head slowly brought you round, opening your eyes you were met with a bright white light. Squinting you tried to make out where you were, it wasn’t anywhere you knew. Trying to move your arms you found they were bound behind you, your ankles also bound to the legs of the chair. Shit. ‘Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey’ a male voice hummed out. They came and stood in front of the light, finally allowing your eyes some rest from the harsh light. ‘Where am I?’ You finally managed to ask. ‘Right where I want you.’
‘What do you want Graves?’ You panted, ‘I’m a fuckin medic, I don’t know anything.’
‘No, I think you do. You been working with 141 for two years, you know how they think, how they move. I wanna know where they’d go, and you’re gonna help me.’
‘Why the fuck would I help you?’ You sneered. ‘Because you got 10 seconds till you find out the difference between the military … and me.’
‘I see no difference, both look like piles of shit to me.’ You smirked.
‘A medic and a comedian I see’ he seethed as he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him. His grip was tight and forceful.
Using his other hand his pushed his thumb into the wound on your shoulder, causing you to you groan in pain. ‘Pretty moan you got there sweetheart. Wonder how many times I can get you to moan before you give me what I want.’ You squirmed underneath his touch ‘I’ll fucking kill you Graves, you piece of shit.’ He pressed his thumb in deeper, this time ripping a scream from you. ‘I don’t know anything! Please … I don … I don’t know!’ But it fell on deaf ears. You struggled to catch your breath from the pain, you knew you always needed to tell the truth in hostage situations. But what do you do if you genuinely didn’t know anything?
‘Shhh shhh shhhhh’ he cooed, wiping away a single tear that adorned your cheek with his thumbs. ‘You’re too pretty to cry, but I do like the sound of you begging.’ You jerked your head away from his touch, trying desperately to compose yourself. In for a penny, in for a pound you thought. ‘Please Graves, please’ you begged ‘I don’t know anything, they’ve kept everything quiet. I don’t know where they would go.’ You pleaded with him, with your voice, your eyes, your entire soul. Just to get out of here. ‘Fine. Take her to a cell, they’ll come looking for her and come straight to us. I need to get back to HQ, gotta speak to Sheppard.’
He signalled to two of his guards who came in and released you, throwing you over their shoulder. The pain from your shoulder was indescribable, you could feel your body going into shock. Your head bobbed up and down as you were carried to a cell. ‘Cariño!’ A muffled voice yelled. Slowly lifting your head up you caught a glimpse of Alejandro being moved to another cell. ‘Alejandro!’ You called out. Not that he could do much, he was restrained into a cell by 2 heavy armoured guards.
Hearing a heavy door open behind you, you braced yourself as you were thrown to the ground. The contact winding you. As you fought to catch your breath you managed to say a final fuck you to the guards. Managing to get to your feet you took in your surroundings, must be the prison. Thick cell door, barred windows, the works. How the fuck were you gonna get out of here. For now you had to tend to your wounds as best you could. Ripping a strip of cotton off your t-shirt you tied it around the gun shot wound to your calf. Thank fuck it was a through and through.
The shoulder wound not so lucky, bullet was still in there. Cleaning your hands as best you could with rain water pouring in from outside, you dug into the wound. Biting down onto a piece of wood you found in the cell aided in stifling the pain filled moans. Your nimble fingers felt around for the bullet, with no such luck. Taking in some deep breaths to try and lower your heart rate you dug in again. This time you pushed deeper into the firm walls of muscle until you could finally feel the metal beneath your fingertip. Using your nail you managed to slowly pick at the bullet, dislodging it and bringing it to the surface. The ping of metal on the floor echoed around the empty cell as you were finally able let out the breath you’d been holding.
Curling up in the corner you tried to get comfortable, knowing you needed rest. You were gonna need all your energy to get out of here alive. You hoped and prayed to any god that would listen that Ghost and Soap were ok.
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If you don’t belong to a place, perhaps we belong to each other? We who belong nowhere?
Victoria Aveyard, Realm Breaker
#man i am so glad i like this book so much.#came for the cover stayed for everything else lmfao#its like game of thrones without the misogyny and racism#realm breaker#sorasa sarn#victoria aveyard#fantasy#fantasy quotes#quotes#literature#fantasy literature#ya fantasy#ya fiction
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Stirring the Hooch 🍷
Domme!Reader x Sub!Jin
Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.
A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.
You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.
You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.
You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.
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The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?
Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.
Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.
Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.
What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.
Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.
Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.
Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.
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You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.
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The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.
Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.
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You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.
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You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.
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You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.
Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.
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It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.
Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.
The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.
You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.
He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.
Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.
“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.
You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.
Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.
You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.
You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.
“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.
You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.
“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.
“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.
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You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.
Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.
“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.
Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”
“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”
“You’re still drunk too, huh?”
“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”
His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.
You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.
“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”
It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.
You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.
His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.
You imagined him as your first cabernet.
You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.
You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.
The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.
You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.
The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.
You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.
Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.
Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.
Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.
He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.
You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.
From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.
He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.
Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.
Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.
He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.
He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.
Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.
It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.
The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.
He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.
His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.
You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.
“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.
You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.
He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.
“Did you hear me?”
He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.
He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.
You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.
“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”
His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.
He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.
“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”
He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.
Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”
He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.
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“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.
He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.
His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.
He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?
You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.
You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.
You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.
“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.
He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.
You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.
Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.
The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.
You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.
You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.
A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.
He whines something at you, muffled.
“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.
He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.
“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.
“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.
He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.
If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.
You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.
You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.
“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.
He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.
Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.
You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.
Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.
You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.
You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.
You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.
You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.
“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”
“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”
“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”
He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”
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“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.
You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.
“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.
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skinship headcanons | genshin impact
pairings; jean x gn!reader, amber x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader
mentioned; kaeya, lisa, huffman, sucrose
warnings; suggestive themes ( jean ), all lowercase, not proofread
word count; 1.7k but half of it is albedo
jean
jean is not the touchiest person out there, but she does enjoy holding you. not too big on pda either; the most you’ll get out of her in public is maybe a quick smooch on the cheek and hand holding🛐 other than that, shes quite reserved.
her hugs are very comforting, but the first couple of times it was awkward on her part. she was used to giving barbara and klee hugs, but this was different. she wasn’t sure where to put her arms, and if anything she got more frustrated the more she hesitated.
once she grows accustomed to it, she’ll be fine. she enjoys the warmth and innocence of hugs, especially if you’re taller than her.
like i said, in public she isnt very touchy. while running errands she does keep you close though, and enjoys holding your hand more and anything.
behind closed doors shes a little bit bolder, but still shy overall. she’s not sure if she’s moving too fast for you so she waits until you initiate any type of physical contact, then takes it from there herself. it took her a long time before she managed to get the courage to kiss you tbh
one time when you two were in her office, amber walked in on you “distracting” jean from her work.
“y/n, i have to get back to work, please,” jean adverted her eyes from your gaze, embarrassed. she kept looking at the door, mentally asking herself if the door was locked or not and getting more nervous as the seconds passed.
you sat straddled on the young womans lap, her hands loosely placed on your hips. holding her face in your hands, you guided her face back to yours. “you work for way too long,” you frowned. “and i’m bored. there’s nothing to do in here.”
“the library is just across the hall—“
“if i read another book my brain will implode.” jean sighed and shook her head.
“please indulge in me just this once? please jean?” she stared at you blankly, her resolve quickly deteriorating. a couple of kisses couldn’t hurt, could it? she looked up at the clock in the corner of the room, then back at you.
sighing for the umpteenth time that day, she nodded. “just for a little while-“
before she could finish speaking, you pressed your lips to hers hurriedly, not wanting to waste any time. jean barely ever separated herself from her work, and refused to accept help from anyone else. you almost never had time alone with the acting grand master— you weren’t going to miss your chance now.
the kiss was not heated whatsoever, just very.. clumsy. and needy. on your part, at least. jean tried her best to slow you down, gripping your hips as her face heated up.
“jean, lisa needs you for somethi- oh,” amber nearly dropped the papers in her hands, immediately covering her eyes with it instead. you whipped your head around and stared at the girl wide-eyed before she spoke up again. “d-did i come at a bad time? i am so sorry, i’ll um. i’ll go now.”
jean couldnt look her in the eyes for WEEKS
it was painful
but overall, she likes physical affection, shes just nervous :,)
amber
amber LOVES touching you!! she’s 100% okay with pda. she isnt as forward as maybe kaeya or lisa, but she’s still rather bold. sometimes she forgets youre in public too, which ends up drawing a lot of attention to the both of you.
when you two go out on dates she is always touching you. hand in hand, arm around waist, whatever. theres always some type of physical contact, no matter what.
it’s so PAINFULLY obvious that you two are dating but for some reason she didn’t think that anyone knew ?? one time huffman saw yall kissing in an alleyway u really aren’t slick🤨
she loves cheek and forehead kisses, but likes receiving them more than giving really. shes a hyper one, and these kisses fluster her enough to make her quiet down. ( it’s so cute )
she often picks you up to hug you, spinning you both around in circles in an almost bone crushing hug. other than those times her hugs are really soft, but the energy is still there. ^^
have i mentioned that she is affectionate?? because she really is. she does respect your boundaries though, but if you feel uncomfortable you’re going to have to speak up on it because she won’t notice.
in private her clinginess is amplified by 10.
“i’m trying to cook, amber,” you mumbled, struggling to stir the paste sauce in the pot. all you were trying to do was make dinner for the two of you, but around 5 minutes ago she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your arms and torso. you could feel her bury her face further into your back.
“mhm, and it smells really good too,” she hummed. you groaned, and she just giggled.
“i’ll be done in like, 20 minutes, amber. you can hug barron bunny in the meantime,” you tried to pry her arms off of you but she started whining.
“that’s too long.”
“no, it isnt,” you turned around with a spoonful of pasta sauce, motioning for her to open her mouth. she slurped the sauce and gave you a thumbs up.
“see? its good, right? well it wont get much better if you keep clinging to me so much,” she stayed quiet, but at least loosened her arms around you so that it was easier to move. you lightly patted her hand. “thank you.”
“whateverrr,” she drawled, and you couldnt help but laugh.
the pasta was in fact very good
in the end, shes the exact opposite of jean, and youll need to slow her down a lot :,)
albedo
as far as physical contact goes, it’s literally the last thing you will ever find on his mind. he’s too caught up with other things to think about physical affection
he does love you yes, but he doesnt show it through physical means. he does more gift giving, like when he sees a pretty flower that reminds him of you while going out to find starsilver shards.
if you want a hug or anything out of him you’re going to have to initiate it first— it’s foreign territory, and it’s not something he’s particularly interested in, so he doesnt feel the need to indulge in it
however the first time you two cuddle you can tell that he’s hooked. and he does a terrible job at hiding it.
now, he insists that you sit in his lap while he is taking notes because it “helps him focus better” and because “he’s so lonely”
we all know that aint true lmfao
he also really likes it when you play with his hair. please play with his hair, especially when you want him to get away from his studies. physical contact is completely foreign to him so something as simple as a scalp massage will make him melt 🛐
whenever he refuses to get away from his work, sucrose always asks you to step in because he wont listen to her
“y/n,” sucrose quietly approached you as you conversed with kaeya. you turned to her and nodded, albiet a bit concerned. sucrose never really needed you for anything, what did she need now that she couldn’t do herself?
kaeya took this as his sign to leave, but not before giving you a quick pat on the head. “yes, sucrose?” you said. “did something happen?”
she nodded meekly, watching kaeya walk off. a little bubble of guilt formed in her stomach from interrupting. “ah, i need your help with something. you see, mr albedo has been doing research non-stop on a new thing that has caught his eye since yesterday afternoon. i’ve tried to get him to put his research on pause, but,” she adjusted her glasses. “he doesn’t listen to me. i was hoping if you could maybe convince him to take care of himself?”
you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. he was doing it again. but you couldnt really blame him, he was terrible at keeping his hyperfixations under control. “i’ll take care of him, sucrose. don’t worry.”
she visibly relaxed at your words. sucrose flashed you a smile of gratitude, then waved and walked off to finish her errands in mondstadt.
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it didn’t take him very long to notice your presence behind him. you were practically glaring at him, but there was no true anger behind it. wordlessly, albedo turned around in his chair and looked up at you.
you crossed your arms. “albedo,” you started, and it took everything in him not to sigh at the inevitable lecture.
“sucrose sent you, did she not?” he propped his arm up on the armrest of his chair, leaning his face into his hand as he gazed at you nonchalantly.
“of course she did. why aren’t you taking breaks?” he turned his chair back around, but you sat on the desk he was working at. you placed your hand on top of his papers and he shot a glare at you. it didnt phase you in the slightest.
“i have work to do. it’s much easier to do it all at once than stop inbetween.”
“have you at least been taking care of your basic needs? when was the last time you ate, or drank water?”
your eyes softened when he looked away.
hopping off of the desk, you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his work ( gently, of course ). he barely protested.
you started muttering about how he needs to take better care of himself while pouring him a cup of water and making him a simple sandwich. he was a bit disappointed in himself for making you worry, and ate the food you gave him guiltily.
you pinched his cheek as he ate, giving it a light tug. he slapped your hand away playfully and a bit of the guilt he felt lifted when he heard your laugh. “i’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”
you shook your head. “you just need to learn how to stop yourself. you’re smart albedo, i’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time.”
he finished eating his food and, uncharacteristically, pulled you in for a hug. albedo rested his forehead against your shoulder, relaxing even further when you weaved your fingers through his hair.
“...i’m sorry, y/n.”
“stop apologizing.”
“okay. sorry. oh-”
you laughed.
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Anon Request: Okay but the thicc black gf hc’s got me like 🥵
Can I request a pt. 2 with Atsumu, Daichi, Kyotani, and Kuroo saying “Let’s get married” after getting blessed with the Wap? 🥺
Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Daichi Sawamura, Kyoutani Kentaro, Kuroo Tetsurou
A/N: Lmao, I did not expect those to do so well lmao, so here you go
Part one is here
🏐Coming straight out the gate with hickies
🏐This man loves to cover you in marks, I mean, there's so much of you, how could he not?
🏐He spends a huge portion of his time biting and sucking at your skin, darkening the marks that are starting to lighten or putting more marks on an empty part of your skin
🏐He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when he goes down on you, and he does this a lot
🏐He also can't get over how soaked you get when he goes down on you, and he definitely feels like he might drown, but if that's how he goes out 🤷🏽♀️
🏐If he comes home after a game and you're just in his jersey, he'll fuck you wherever you are, this could be the living room, kitchen, bathroom, it does not matter
🏐He's a thigh and ass man so expect him to constantly give them a little slap and they're random too especially if they're exposed
🏐The only place you're allowed to sit is his lap, no exceptions
🏐Expect him to always have his hands on you no matter what you do, he'll rub all over your body, sometimes not even knowing he's doing it
🏐He promises that he already was falling in love with you after the first time you gave him head
🏐You just wanted to help him relieve some stress after a hard loss. And girl did you
🏐He's never cum so fast in his life, and he's pretty sure he blacked out in the middle of it
🏐The first thing he remembers is how amazing your mouth felt around him and the last thing he remembers is his orgasm literally feeling like he was hit by a mac truck
🏐The first time y'all fucked he thought he was being sent to another world
🏐He let you take the reins, letting you sink down on him, but he was so overwhelmed by how tight and wet you are that it didn't last long
🏐So, it isn't long until he's flipping you over so fast that you're almost dizzy from the movement, and he's gripping your thighs as he pounds into you like a mad man
🏐The only thing he can really focus on is how your slick is soaking him and the bed and on the fact he's about to cum embarrassingly fast
🏐He tries to holds back, but it's he swears it's impossible, and he cums so hard that he literally falls on top of you
🏐He's a little ashamed that he finished so fast, and this man has the audacity to act sheepish as he lifts his head up with a chuckle
🏐"So, how ya feel about getting married?"
🏅Always makes you sit in his lap after a long day at work, loves rubbing all over your curves
🏅And if he gets really relaxed, he gets really handsy 😏
🏅Having the comfortable weight on top of you always makes him feel relaxed, like everything that was weighing him down just lifts away
🏅So, you'll just be sitting there absentmindedly watching TV or scrolling on your phone, and he'll suddenly move you so that you're straddling him
🏅One hand'll be rubbing your hip softly while the other works its way into your shorts
🏅The lazy, tired look in his eyes goes dark because he still can't get over how wet you get in such a short time
🏅He instantly gets hard at the sight of his hand and his wrist shiny with your slick when you cum, his dick straining painfully against his pants
🏅And you can still see a hint of tension and stress in his shoulders, so you make it your job to get rid of it
🏅He's more than happy to help you get his pants and briefs down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach
🏅And literally, all you do is swirl your tongue around the head, and he's already melting
🏅He literally hasn't been able to comprehend how amazing your head game is lmaooo
🏅Like it literally takes nothing, and he's already cumming down your throat
🏅His body is literally sunk into the couch like you sucked the life out of him
🏅And he still can't even get over you when he has sex with you
🏅He doesn't even know where to start lmao
🏅It literally takes a small amount of foreplay and you're already soaked, nearly no resistance when he slides into you
🏅And he almost cums from that alone
🏅He actually has to wait for a few before he moves, wanting to make sure that it's as good for you as it is for him
🏅He doesn't even try to fight the noises that come out of him when he finally does move and he can't help but be vocal at how warm and wet you are around him
🏅He cums after a few thrusts into your soaking cunt, his body going limp also
🏅"Yeah, I'm marrying you."
😠The first time he met you, he definitely was stuck in time for a little bit
😠When you guys start dating, he's petty and rubs it everyone's faces (mainly Iwaizumi lmfao)
😠And he couldn't help but stare at you, his mind distracted his whole game
😠Koganegawa finally noticed that he was staring at you so he introduced the two of you
😠He tried to tone down his angry persona that he gives off, and he was surprised to find that it didn't really scare you off
😠His favorite part about you is everything because there's so much of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your ass
😠You can practically feel his eyes boring into you when you walk around
😠He loves to lay on your ass, it's the first thing he does when he gets out of the shower after his games. He's actually fallen asleep multiple times 💀
😠When he's angry after a tough game, he'll take it out on you by eating you out like you're the last meal on Earth
😠He always groans loudly whenever he sees how ridiculously soaked you get no matter how many times he goes down on you
😠He also can't help how loud he is whenever you go down on him
😠It literally takes like a few bops of your head, sinking him further into your mouth and he already feels his orgasm approaching
😠His hands instantly grip your hair, fucking your throat
😠And you're surprised when it seems like he's pulling you off of him like a second later, his body tensing as he cums
😠He's a little embarrassed that he came so fast, but it's literally the best head he's ever had, and he tells you that as you have to tell him that there's nothing wrong with that lol
😠But then he had sex with you, and that's when he thought you would kill him
😠He was already in awe at how you seem to be soaking wet in no time, but when he slid into you, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs
😠He can't help but ram into you, not wanting to be away from the euphoria of your pussy for long, and he can't help but look down to see how you suck him back in every time
😠And he feels his climax coming faster than when you sucked him off, and he usually doesn't moan, but he feels like he can't do anything else but
😠He feels lightheaded when he cums, and he finishes so fast that he feels his face heat up even more as he hides it
😠He'll become so shy lol. "Wanna get married?"
🧪He had some event that he was supposed to go to for work that he did not want to go to, but he had to
🧪He's pretty bored, deciding that in the next ten minutes he's going to get out of there, but then his eyes land on you
🧪He's pretty sure his eyes are bugging out of his head, and he's already making his way over to you almost immediately
🧪He's more than ecstatic when you seem to feel the same way, feeling a lot better about coming to this stupid thing when he leaves with your number
🧪He's trying to be a smooth talker, but he finds it nearly hopeless as his eyes roam shamelessly over your figure while wondering why he's never heard of you before
🧪After you start dating, he's always coming home from a stressful day at work and flopping on top of you, burying his face in your boobs
🧪"Tetsu, can you breathe?" He only shrugs, keeping his face down. "Doesn't matter."
🧪He'll lay in between your thighs all the time, sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be between them either watching TV or on his phone
🧪He was already smitten with you and how you looked, but the first time you gave him head, he really was about to buy you anything you wanted for the rest of your life
🧪You had barely done anything but it seemed like you were doing so much at the same time, having so many things to focus on
🧪He didn't know whether to focus on your tongue swirling around him or how deep you took him, but all he knows is that he's cumming instantly
🧪You actually have to check on him because he's not really moving, claiming that you killed him 💀
🧪Another thing he has trouble figuring out to focus on is when he goes down on you
🧪He loves when your plush thighs squeeze his head, warming his ears, but he also loves how much slick you're producing, coating the entire lower half of his face
🧪Sometimes you don't know if he goes down on you for his pleasure or yours because sometimes he's louder than you are
🧪He also loves when your taste literally floods his tongue, and he could literally stay in between your legs for hours
🧪But he really thought you might kill him when you finally sleep together
🧪He already thought you felt amazing around his tongue, but when he very easily enters you, he lets out the loudest moan
🧪He can already feel his orgasm coming at how wet you are and how your walls are pulsing around him
🧪He cums ridiculously fast, and if you don't cum he will definitely make it up to you because of how good you made him feel
🧪"So, I'm gonna need your ring size for when I propose to you."
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higher - kth | m
all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher
↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.
↳ rating- explicit / 18+
↳ word count- 3.8k
↳ pairing- taehyung x reader
↳ genre- smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence
↳ warnings- public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger
↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO. pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.
“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport.
You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on.
The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment.
“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”
He smiles. It’s beautiful. You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.
“Are you heading to Los Angeles too?” He leans forward, wanting to get closer to you.
You lay your book down on your lap and nod. “Yeah, I am. Visiting.”
The boy wouldn’t stop grinning. He was ethereal in beauty. Cover of a magazine star quality. Shaggy brown hair, button nose and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was a sinful pitch of sexy baritone and his body appeared lithe and toned. Of all the men to hit on you in a bustling airport, you were glad it was this one.
“Me too! Meeting my friends there for a long bachelor party week of partying.”
“Oh, you’re getting married?” You ask. That would make this exchange less invigorating.
“No! No,” he quickly replies. “My childhood best friend Seokjin is. He wants to go around LA and eat at as many restaurants as he can and then drink until he passes out. His words.”
You stifle a laugh, pleased with the information that the young suitor across from you is at the very least, not engaged. “Sounds like a wild time.”
He nods in agreement, flashing a cute grin. Your stomach flips. He’s so attractive. You can’t help but eye him down, let your gaze soak in his beauty. He notices and smirks.
“What seat are you?” He asks.
“Ah,” you squint at the ticket in your lap. “14A. Window seat.”
He laughs out loud. “No fucking way.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “Why?”
“I’m 14B.”
You join in his laughter. “Seems like we’re in for an exciting flight.”
He winks at you and you feel your stomach flip in anticipation.
“I think you’re right,” he agrees.
“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Can’t wait to get to know you better, neighbor.” He drawls, before leaving to stand in line to board the plane.
The long haul flight starts out simple, conversation flowing between you and Taehyung easily. You discuss your plans for LA, what you hope to see, your friends. He’s a gentleman from the very beginning and asks questions about your life. He seems genuinely curious about you. He hands you his phone before the plane takes off, begging to see your Instagram.
You grin as you take the device and tap in your username, showing him the profile that pops up.
“God damn,” he sighs as he scrolls through your images. Selfies, pictures with friends, your dog, everything. “You’re really fucking attractive.”
You blush and watch as he presses the ‘follow’ button. You’re just as eager to get a glimpse at his own profile. The man looks like he could be a model, you’re sure his pictures do him justice. Plus, you’re dying to show your friends the hottie who hit on you in the airport.
The flight takes off and you settle in for a long, 15 hour flight with your new companion.
The chill of the recycled air prickles at your skin, and you’re tugging on the thin airplane blanket as soon as you can.
He coos at you, finding the sight of you cuddled up adorable. “You’re really cute,” he states again. “I’m like, ridiculously into you.”
Your cheeks heat. “You’re like, ridiculously confident, you know?”
He offers a wink in reply.
“I’d totally fuck you.” He sighs after a moment, causing you to splutter on your own spit.
“Jesus! We just met!” Your eyes widen in surprise, looking around to ensure no one on the plane heard your conversation.
“So? What's the difference between meeting at a club or meeting on a plane? After the club, you still get laid.”
You’re silent for a moment, pondering his words. Honestly, he’s not wrong. The only difference is the level of exhibitionism he’s exuding.
But, the idea of hooking up with the handsome stranger on the flight has you aching in more than one way.
“Here?” You whisper harshly, heart rate elevating quickly.
He laughs for a moment. “Damn, I meant like in the bathroom or something, but you’ve got a better idea.”
Your cheeks are nearly tomato red in color as he winks at you.
“You down?” He asks sweetly.
You feel Taehyung’s hand land on your thigh, rubbing at the fabric of your yoga tights. You steal a glance at him and see him staring right back at you, a smirk clear in his perfectly shaped lips.
“I-...,” it’s hard to talk, let alone breathe. Taehyung is offering to pleasure you right here in the middle of a crowded plane. The thought is heady and very persuasive. “Will you stop if I ask you to?”
Tae’s eyes soften. “Of course. You just say the word and I’ll stop.”
His reaction seems genuine and makes your heart flutter in relief. You worry your bottom lip for just a moment, and then nod your agreement.
“Just keep quiet,” you whisper and his grin is wicked.
“I’d worry about yourself in that regard.”
You’re suddenly thankful the old man sitting next to Taehyung on the aisle seat is fast asleep, blackout mask covering his eyes and earbuds shoved in his ears.
Tae’s fingers slide up and down your leg. He sees your blissed out face already and winks.
Fuck, it’s incredible how quickly he turns you on. His hand on your leg has you absolutely soaking wet. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what else he could do, your body might not handle it.
His fingers run up higher, towards where your thighs meet. He grazes his touch over your core and you’re sure he can feel your wetness. It feels like your whole body is burning, his touch igniting flames wherever he drags his fingers.
He leans over to whisper in your ear. “I’m a little cold, mind if I share the blanket?”
You can only nod, the power of speech completely gone now. You gasp as his fingers maintain an up and down motion along your clothed slit.
He chuckles and pulls the blanket over himself to join you in the warmth. To any bystander on the plane, you appear as a loved up couple sharing a blanket for a nice nap. In reality, you’re strangers desperate to feel each other.
“Pull these leggings down for me, baby?” He asks, but it sounds like a demand. You’re so into it you can’t even breathe. You idly obey, lifting your hips slightly to push the leggings down just far enough to not be suspicious.
He turns his body to rest his head on your shoulder, giving off the illusion of a lovesick boyfriend wanting to cuddle.
“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. His finger is rubbing along your pussy now, gathering up the slick that has gathered. “So fucking wet for me.”
You swallow thickly and try to bite back the loud moan begging to leave your lips.
“Do you like that, babe?” He whispers, the breath in your ear making you shiver. “You want me to finger you here on the plane?”
“P-please,” you croak out. He turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is all innocence, as his fingers slide into your core. He’s the definition of heaven and hell. You stifle a moan against his lips as you feel him enter you, his fingers curling up as he begins a gentle thrust. The silver rings on his fingers are cold, and you’re sure they’ll be covered in your slick by the time he’s done with you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans. “You feel like fucking heaven baby.”
You’re trying to stay quiet, biting your lip and breathing harshly through your nose. His fingers pick up a pace and you’re desperate, legs spreading to allow him better access.
“God,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. “I wish I could kneel down and eat you right now. I bet you taste so good.”
He’s filthy, his words becoming more lascivious as he continues fucking into you. His pace becomes punishing, and you’re sure if someone looked over they could see the rhythmic bounce of the blanket.
“F-fuck,” you manage. He’s curling his fingers just right, and the metal of his rings is cold and slick from the wetness spilling from you.
“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips quickly. “You wanna cum all over my hand?”
You’re nodding quickly, trying to keep your eyes open to watch for any sign of being caught, but the thrill is forcing them closed.
“Yes, please,” you’re begging and trying so hard to maintain your low whisper. Breathing is even harder now as you feel your body reacting to his powerful fingers thrusting into you. The coil inside you is so near snapping it nearly hurts.
“So polite, baby,” he caresses your ear with a lave of his tongue. “Let go for me, pet. Let me see you cum on me in the middle of this plane.”
It seems as if you’re programmed to obey, and your body reacts in accord to his demands. The coil snaps and your cunt is convulsing around his fingers. Taehyung plasters his lips against yours to muffle your moaning, while coaxing your walls with his fingers to continue pulsing around him.
It takes a moment to come down, and Tae pulls away from your lips which leaves you breathless.
“Fuck, you’re the hottest person I’ve literally ever met,” he sighs. “I’d marry you right now if I could.”
You blush as you pant hard, feeling your wetness slip down your core to the leather seat underneath you. You grimace at the feeling and Tae smirks. He pops his slick finger into his mouth to clean it, maintaining constant eye contact with you, before he slips it out and presses the call flight attendant button.
Your eyes widen and you’re squirming to make sure the blanket covers you. Taehyung looks like the picture of professionalism as the elderly attendant comes to your row.
“Hi, my wife spilled her drink. Could we get some extra napkins?”
The attendant nods and slips away, leaving you with your blown senses and quivering legs. She’s back in an instant with a stack of napkins and Taehyung smiles sweetly at you.
“Let me help you, babe,” he grins. “You’re so clumsy, it’s adorable.” His hand slips back between your thighs, wiping at the mess he wrought out of you, before his fingers dance on your clit yet again.
The 15 hour flight may be the best and most torturous one yet.
By the time the plane lands on American soil, you’ve orgasmed 4 times at the hand of Taehyung. You’ve also managed to give him a ferocious handjob that left some questionable stains on the airline provided blanket, and taken a nap in his embrace.
It’s single-handedly the weirdest flight you’ve ever taken but definitely your favorite.
Tae walks next to you as you exit the plane, hand in hand. You don’t know what the fuck is happening but you’re feeling as if you’ve just been crowned queen of England.
“So, my wife,” Taehyung jokes. He kept the marriage roleplay up the whole flight, even regaling the once-sleeping man next to him with stories of how you met and where you got married. The whole scenario had you completely flustered and heart fluttering anxiously as he described how beautiful you were on your wedding day.
“I need to stop at the bathroom. Would you care to come with and watch my luggage?” He asks you, eyebrow raising suggestively.
You’re silent for a moment, but notice his growing smirk.
“Of course, darling,” you play. He squeezes your hand in response and drags you to the closest private bathroom he can find.
It’s not big and it’s definitely seen better cleaning, but you don’t care as soon as Tae’s lips cover yours the moment the door closes. All luggage is dropped and you’re throwing your arms around his neck. He holds you tight and lifts you up slightly.
“God, I wanted to kiss you like that the whole flight,” he sighs after pulling away. “I also wanted to fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t walk straight.”
“What’s stopping you, husband?” You tease as you press your hips to his.
He growls with appreciation as he lunges forward to kiss you again, teeth nipping at your lips and tongue swirling around your mouth.
“That’s my dirty little girl,” he whispers as he tugs the shirt you’re wearing off your body. “Someone loves getting fucked where anyone could walk in.”
You allow the fabric to fall to the ground, before you’re attaching your lips to his face, kissing and sucking down his neck. His skin tastes salty and sweet, and you’re desperate to lick every inch.
“Mmm, my little exhibitionist,” he slaps your ass and the sting elicits a gasp from you. “I bet your cute pussy is still dripping wet from earlier.” He pushes you against the cold tile of the wall. “Let me see please?”
You nod as he kisses your lips one last time, then descends to his knees and pulls your leggings and hopelessly soiled panties with him. You’re sure your core is drenched. The man made you cum more times in one flight than you had in most of your hookups, and that was from his fingers alone.
“Shit,” he gasps as you step out of the leggings and expose your drenched folds. “This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Still so wet from my fingers.”
He drags a digit through and pops it into his mouth, savoring the taste. You’re whimpering, worried your legs will give out from all blood rushing to your cunt.
“I dreamed I got to wake you up from our nap by eating you out,” he admits as he pulls your folds apart and licks his lips at the sight of your clit. “I want to wake up between your thighs.”
Any chance for retort is cut off, throat going dry as he pushes his tongue against your bundle of nerves, already overstimulated from an orgasm-filled flight. He laps at it, swirling around it vulgarly before dipping lower to fuck his tongue into you.
“I could fucking drink you.”
Tae isn’t shy with words, that is a fact you’re now very aware of. He commentates the entire thing, whispering his desires as he fucks his tongue in you and suckles at your clit.
“Tae, oh god,” you sigh. Your pussy has never been more pleasured in your short life, and in such a short time period.
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he whispers with a particularly rough lick to the hood of your clit. “I wanna make you cum on my tongue but I need to fuck you before my cock explodes.”
“Yes, please, need you!” You whine needily and he slurps you one last time before he slips back up to level with you.
You assist him in undoing his jeans and he whips his stiff cock out.
“I want to suck you off,” you murmur as you stare at the head dripping with pre-cum.
“Oh Christ,” he gasps and tilts his head back. “I want that too but I’m so desperate to be inside you, baby. Next time.” He smirks.
He’s lining himself up, kissing your nose and lips and face as he pushes into you.
It feels like the culmination of all your desire and passion. You’re finally full of him after 15 hours of his delicious foreplay and nothing has ever felt more satisfying than his push into your drenched channel. He feels as if he slots right into you perfectly, pussy walls molding around him like a puzzle piece you didn’t realize was missing.
“Holy shit babe,” he groans. “Sweetest little pussy I’ve ever felt.” His voice sounds dreamy, and his grip on your hips tightens. “Shit, I could get used to this.”
You’re whimpering with want, desperate to feel his cock thrusting inside you.
“Need you, Tae. Please fuck me.”
He’s quick to comply, slowly pulling his length out before slamming it back in, eliciting a loud sob from your lips. His cock slipping and fucking into you is the best feeling and you feel like you’ve injected the drug that is Tae directly into your veins.
Taehyung keeps his filthy monologue running as he ruts into you.
“You feel so good, little one,” he gasps. “So wet and tight for me.”
The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix, jolting you with each thrust. You wish you could take him deeper, so deep he never leaves.
“Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs on your nipple. “Fuck, I want you to cum.”
His lips move to suck at your neck, and your hands claw harsh red lines down his back. Your insides feel like lava, hot and boiling and ready to burn you down instantly.
“P-please, so fucking close,” you weep. You’re sure you’ll never get fucked as good as you are right now, never feel as satisfied as you have over the last 15 hours. You’re desperate for everything and you want more, more.
“Yeah, fuck, cum for me little slut. Let the airport hear you get railed!”
Your back is arching into him and he picks up the speed and power. Wet skin slapping on skin echoes around the bathroom like music and your combined sighs and moans are the lyrics to a song only you and Taehyung could create.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” You scream. “Tae! Fuck Tae! Tae!” You chant his name like a prayer, devoting your orgasmic bliss to the deity pounding into you. He growls ferally, the sweet litany of his name bringing him right to the edge.
Your cunt pulsates around him, gripping his cock and sucking him in. He shudders a gasp as he feels himself unravel completely by the feel of your completion. He pulls out quickly and jerks himself to the end, cum splattering all over your stomach and tits. He whines your name as it lands on your skin, and he wishes he could see this every single day.
It takes you both a few seconds to breathe again, clinging to each other like long lost lovers.
Tae smiles down at your cum covered stomach. “Messy.”
“Seems like your wife isn’t the only clumsy one,” you wink. You drag your finger through the viscous liquid and lick it into your mouth. Taehyung groans.
“Shit you’re gonna get me ready for round 2 and I’ve got a taxi to catch in 5 minutes.”
He presses against you and kisses you, uncaring about the wetness pressing in between stomachs.
“That was the best flight I’ve ever taken in my life,” he sighs as you both unlatch and begin the process of dressing again.
You blush like a cherry and nod. “I only want to fly with that kind of accommodation from now on.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “We could make that happen.”
“Yeah?” You ask as you slip back into your slide sandals. “You want to see me again?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” He hops on one foot to slip his own shoes on. “I’d fucking fly 15 hours again just to be with you.”
Hope blooms in your chest, thankful that for some reason he seems as interested in continuing as you are. You press towards him again and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping past his lips to demonstrate your desire.
“Call me?” You ask. He nods in a daze.
Your phone is ringing incessantly, reminding you that your best friend is waiting outside the airport and wondering where you are. You have to leave and you find it hard to say goodbye.
“Thank you for flying Kim Taehyung airlines,” he jokes as you grab your luggage and open the bathroom door.
You choke on your laughter and blow a kiss, then push forward and leave behind the gorgeous and confident man of 14B in the bathroom.
It’s not until an hour later when you settle into your hotel bed that you notice an instagram message.
vante 12:45 am: let’s meet tonight. let me show you first class 😉
-2 years later-
The dash from the chapel to the airport is ridiculously quick. You barely have enough time to change out of your white gown and slip into something comfortable, wave goodbye to the friends and family gathered in your honor, and slide into a taxi towards the international terminals.
Tae holds your hand with a grin. He’s just as tired as you but you both can’t hold back your excitement, your awe of each other, elated by the events of the day and the thrill of the unknown future. He kisses you deeply during the taxi ride, uncaring about the way the driver eyes you two. Kissing Tae will never get old, you think, and you’re struck by the way he makes you feel each time his lips press to yours.
His hands linger on your body, then slips to tangle your fingers together, diamond ring slipping against his smooth metal one. He wants to kiss you more, take you there in the backseat, but you’re pulling up to the terminal before you know it and being tugged out of the backseat with your luggage in tow.
Check in is a breeze, and you’re suddenly sitting at the waiting area of the gate—nose in a book as Taehyung sits beside you and fiddles with the luggage and boarding passes.
“Wow, you’re really cute,” he speaks after moments of silence. He peers at you over the book.
You lower it to your lap with a sly grin.
“I think I need to use the bathroom.” He says. The sparkle in his eyes sends shocks through you, as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him again. “Care to assist me with my luggage?”
You can’t fight the giggle and blush that polishes your cheeks.
“Lead the way, husband.”
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Thunderstorms and Late Night Kisses
And the degeneracy starts! You’re in my world now, stay or get out lmfao
This is some Boyfriend x Pico shit that I can’t stop writing, it’s just a ton of fluff because i have none in my life! 1389 words total.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The weather forecast this morning was sunny, with no clouds in sight, but holy shit were they wrong. It was raining so hard that the drops sounded like someone knocking forcefully knocking on the window instead of tapping like how it should sound. Pico had taken off his headphones various times just to get up and make sure that no one was at the door. Pico loved when it rained hard, it made his house feel cooler than usual, and it was always relaxing. He continued to watch some videos on his laptop before hearing pounding once again, but this time it was on his door. Startled, he stood up, grabbing his Uzi, making sure that his footsteps were quiet and swift, as he swung his front door open and pointed straight ahead, quickly lowering his guard when he saw Boyfriend standing on his doorstep, soaked in rainwater, shaken up and nervous.
“Babe, what are you doing here?” Pico ushered his lover inside, worried for him, as all Boyfriend did was stand there and shudder, clearly not in a good state. Pico immediately became concerned, and went over to Boyfriend, slowly putting his hand on his lover’s shoulder to try and snap him out of it, and the second he made contact, Boyfriend jumped and clung to Pico, hugging him tightly.
“Pico… Don’t let me go, please…” Pico hugged his lover back tightly, slowly caressing his head, kissing it softly.
“It’s ok, I’m here. Let’s get you in the bath, ok? You can tell me what’s wrong once you’ve calmed down. I won’t let go, ok?” Pico walked Boyfriend to the bathroom slowly, making sure not to shake him up more than he already was. He sat Boyfriend down on the toilet seat and ran a warm bath, before stripping his lover down, and setting him into the warm water. Pico rolled up his sleeves before he began to gently wash Boyfriend, planting small, soft kisses along his arms, neck and face in an attempt to calm his lover down.
“Are you okay now, babe?” Pico questions softly, as he rinses Boyfriend with warm water, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold.
“Mhm… Thank you, Pico… I just… I don’t like storms like this… The thunder and the lightning really scare me, especially if I’m home alone, and I just can’t be alone when they come. I would sleep through it if I could, but the rain is just so loud…” Boyfriend answered softly, still shaken up, but he looks calmer than before. Pico helped him out of the tub and wrapped him up in a towel before bringing him over to his room, getting a spare change of warm clothes, dressing his lover up before changing his own wet clothes. Pico had showered about 20 minutes before Boyfriend showed up, and he wasn’t about to leave Boyfriend alone just to run some hot water on his face.
“Next time, I’ll go over to your house, ok? You don’t have to come here and get soaked and potentially get sick just because you don’t want to be alone.” Pico pulled out a hairdryer from one of his dresser drawers and plugged it into the wall before turning it on, softly blow-drying Boyfriend’s hair. He tried to be as calming and kind as possible, not accustomed to giving care. Pico never knew that Boyfriend was afraid of thunderstorms and he really wanted to try and do his best to calm his lover down.
After a while, Boyfriend’s hair was finally dry, and Pico put the blow-dryer down on his desk.
“There, now your hair is nice and dry. If you want me to do anything else, or need me to do anything else at all, let me know, ok? For now, let’s just stay in bed.” As he spoke, Pico moved Boyfriend over from the chair he was sitting on, to the cozy bed right behind them, placing him down softly. The storm only got worse as Pico laid down next to Boyfriend, opening his arms wide, accepting his lover with warm cuddles and a kiss on the head. He could feel Boyfriend’s nervous shaking, his heartbeat racing against his lower chest, and he heard how Boyfriend’s breath would hitch in his throat as the lightning struck, waiting for him to weakly exhale when the sound of booming thunder came to haunt him. Boyfriend held onto Pico tightly as if he was the only thing keeping him from blowing away in the storm, and Pico couldn’t help but blush excessively at the adoring affection, making sure to hold onto Boyfriend just as tight as a way of saying that he wasn’t letting him go anywhere. Pico rubbed small circles into Boyfriend’s back, watching him slowly but surely relax.
At some point, Boyfriend had fallen asleep, and Pico stayed awake, making sure to keep him in this state of calm, not wanting his lover to wake up in a state of disarray and start panicking. The rain had significantly calmed down, the once harsh drops now becoming a quaint little patter against the bedroom window. Pico wanted to do something nice for Boyfriend before he woke up, and he didn’t know what to do, until it hit him. What’s the best thing to have on a rainy day? Soup, of course! Chicken soup, preferably, but Pico doesn’t know how to make chicken, so he thought of the closet thing that was soup related and came to the conclusion that tomato soup would work just fine. Tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich, who wouldn’t love that?
Pico had made up his mind and decided that he would only be gone for a little bit. He slowly let Boyfriend go and covered him with a warm blanket before heading off to the kitchen to try and cook something nice for his boyfriend. He put on the apron that Nene bought him and got to cooking. Pico put the tomatoes he bought and cut in a deep oven dish, seasoned them with salt, pepper and olive oil, and stuck them in the oven while he diced up some onions and garlic. When the tomatoes were done baking, he threw everything into a pot with some butter and added some extra seasonings before letting everything simmer. While he waited, he quietly walked to his bedroom to check up on Boyfriend to make sure he was still sleeping and covered with the blanket. He opened the door just by a little crack and took a peak inside. Seeing that his lover was safe, warm and sound asleep, he closed the door and went back to the kitchen. After the tomatoes simmered for a while, he added milk and flour and stirred continuously, watching the aromatic, red liquid thicken immensely. He left it to simmer once more before making 2 grilled cheese sandwiches, one for him and one for Boyfriend. Grabbing the handheld blender, he blended the tomatoes together before pouring the soup into 2 different bowls, setting the tray on the table. He looked over at what he did as he took off the apron, and he felt extremely proud of himself, he can only hope that it tastes as good as it looks.
Pico slowly walked to his room and opened the door quietly, before sitting on the bed next to Boyfriend.
“Hey, babe?” He whispered softly, as he softly caressed Boyfriend’s cheek, waking him up as nicely as possible.
“Mhh?” Boyfriend opened his eyes before stretching, rubbing them softly, “What happened…?” He questioned, still half asleep.
“I made you some food, yeah? I bet you’re hungry, so come meet me in the kitchen when you’re fully awake.” Pico kissed Boyfriend softly, before walking to the kitchen, watching his lover soon follow behind. Pico explained that he decided to try his hand at cooking for once, and when he mentioned that he wanted to care for Boyfriend and do something nice, it made Boyfriend light up with joy as he sat down to eat. They had decided that the food that Pico cooked came out surprisingly well, considering he almost never cooks. They spent the rest of the day cuddled up in Pico’s room, stomachs full of good food, and arms full of each other’s love and care.
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Look at Me, Senpai - Hinata x Reader x Daichi (Pt. 5)
Summary: Reader starts to see Hinata in a different light once he returns from Brazil. It turns out Hinata’s inability to give up isn’t just something restricted to the court. (~2.3k words)
Warnings: fem!reader, nsfw, infidelity, a touch of the yandere
A/N: Thank you for reading thus far! Hopefully this is a satisfying ending and if not, idk what to tell you lmfao. Get some tissues? Idk. This is the end ; n;
Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
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Daichi never told you to leave. In fact, he didn’t tell you anything. He had no words left for you, it seemed.
You ended up staying despite feeling like an unwanted guest in your own home, the home you had made together, entering the bathroom only to brush your teeth and rummaging through your closet to pick out a spare blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch.
Daichi would have never let you sleep on the couch, not even for a second before tonight, but when you cozied up against a spare pillow, your face tight with dried tears, he didn’t afford you a second glance before closing the door and locking it tight.
You found yourself staring at that door almost the entire night.
You weren’t exactly sure that it was even right for you to stay under the same roof after how you had hurt him, you were something foul, something tainting this once loving, safe environment. But where else would you go? What would leaving mean to Daichi after all that had just transpired?
Walking out the door would mean you’d just committed to your decision to leave him. Whether it was for Hinata or for yourself, it was all the same to Daichi. You had to stay, if only because you were responsible for fixing your mistake. You had to account, somehow, for years of your life given solely to him.
Never mind that it was clear that you were thinking more about duty than about your love for him. Never mind that as you tossed and turned throughout the night, the thought of whether or not Hinata had safely made it home and/or if he would ever forgive you continued to wreak havoc on your psyche.
You didn’t sleep a wink that night, keeping your phone just close enough to you that you would be able to answer if he called, and just far enough that you wouldn’t be tempted to call him.
How awful were you.
…
The next morning, you roused to the sound of the bedroom door unlocking. Disoriented and sore from the discomfort of a sofa not exactly meant for overnight company, you untangled yourself from covers, meeting Daichi’s hesitant gaze. He looked almost as wrecked as you imagined that you appeared, and from the dark circles underlining his puffy eyes, you could tell he’d probably slept just as little as you.
“Daichi…,” his name faded in your throat as he broke eye contact to the sound of your voice, and walked away from where he stood to walk to the kitchen.
Suddenly the short distance between the living room to the kitchen seemed insurmountable. You stayed in place as you heard him rummage a little too loudly and make himself a bowl of cereal. You waited for what seemed like forever, trying to come up with something to say, somehow, to explain the fact that you’d reduced him to nothing when all he’d done was build you up.
He ate quietly while you tried to develop the strength to walk towards him, and time passed imperceptibly. You heard the water running as he rinsed his plate once he finished.
When he re-emerged from the kitchen, he stood again, locking eyes with you, his eyes no longer sad but stern with a slight furrow of his eyebrow. His jaw clenched and he made a couple steps towards you, stopping a safe distance away from you. One that was safe for him.
In a voice that started off small, and restarted to be clear and assertive, he made certain that whatever you had was unsalvageable.
“You may keep the ring, ___-san, but I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.”
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Hinata took a long look at himself in the mirror, probably long-needed. The spot where Daichi had struck him had swelled overnight, but he was overall unscathed, at least physically.
He couldn’t say he hadn’t expected this to happen; if there was anything he had grown out of was ignoring consequences to actions. He just hadn’t cared enough to fear them. He knew it would be a long shot for you to choose him from the very beginning, and the truth was, from the very moment, he saw you walk in, hand in hand with Daichi, he had been shook to his very core.
You were still as beautiful and as warm as he remembered you. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this was absolutely true, in every sense of the word when it came to you.
He’d expected his crush to fade after you’d rejected him with a laugh and a pat on the head years ago, especially once you had graduated, but somehow the opposite had happened, his affections for you taking root in the very essence of his being and growing as time went on.
It’s not that he thought about you all the time, but you popped up ever so often while he was in Brazil, and he’d considered trying to find you once he returned. He would stand tall at the time he met you again, expecting you would be impressed by his progress, the fact that he had maybe grown at least a little in body and spirit, and you would at least, even for a moment, entertain being with him.
Only to find out that you were getting married. That hadn’t been part of the plan.
Again, he was naive.
He took a deep breath and let it out, and suddenly he couldn’t keep the tears from falling.
Again, he was a child. A nuisance. Confident without a basis. What had he been thinking? Why him? It could never be him, just an energetic kohai who had bitten off more than he could chew and now was alone crying in front of a mirror.
He couldn’t act like he wasn’t the problem. He’d ruined his friend’s impending marriage, thinking only about himself, and for what? You still didn’t love him, despite his best efforts.
He rubbed the side of his face gingerly, wincing at the sharp pain.
No matter how much he hurt now, Daichi still hurt more.
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You left in the middle of the day while Daichi was still at work.
It was a smoother process than you expected to pack up your clothes and art supplies, leaving everything else to him. It made you realize how little of yourself existed apart from him when you gathered up so few belongings in a couple of suitcases.
When you called your sister to take you home, she was merciful enough not to ask questions. You drove a little while with only silence between you before she shot you a meaningful glance for just a moment,
“Did you decide he wasn’t the one?”
You looked away from her and out the window. “Something like that.”
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Returning the wedding dress was one struggle and calling off the wedding was another, but as time passed it became easier to evade prying questions on why and why not, and how and how not.
A part of you was unreasonable enough to wonder why Daichi hadn’t fought a little harder for you, knowing that if he had just said the words, you probably would have stayed and tried your best to be better for him. You hadn’t even left a note when you left because what more excuses did you have to provide?
But to him, you became a ghost. Not one question, not one comment - he let you fade out of his existence without a single remark.
You wondered if he had iced out Hinata the same way. Hinata wasn’t speaking to you either ever since you’d made your choice, if any.
Months continued to pass and your father’s rude jokes about you managing to scare off a man who loved you more than himself faded, and your mother’s urges to force you to reconcile with Daichi finally followed suit, to your relief. You dove headfirst in your art, considering applying to a professional program to pursue your passion. Or the next one… whatever you wanted.
The better part of a year had passed since you’d swiftly exited out of Daichi’s life without a single verbal exchange between you two, until you received a call while you sat before a canvas in the middle of a painting.
Despite the fact that the number was no longer saved in your phone, you could recognize the number anywhere. You hesitated for a split second but still you lunged for the phone because you weren’t sure if you wanted reconciliation or forgiveness or maybe just a chance to hear his voice again.
“... Have you been well?”
The low tone of his voice still held a bit of tension to it, but you accepted that he would possibly never speak softly to you again. But he wasn’t exactly angry… just reluctant. Like he was being forced to speak to you. You tensed. He didn’t have to ask that question.
What if you said you had been well? Would he regret this call?
What if you said every so often you were wracked with guilt and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe, that you didn’t deserve to breathe?
“Mm. Have you?”
“I have.”
There was a too-long and too-thick silence in the air between you two as both of you hesitated.
“I-I’ve moved on,” he finally said, and your heart broke freshly.
Yet in a voice that was too high and too cheerful, you blurted out, “... That’s great!”, to hide the pain of the knife twisting in your belly.
As though emboldened by the strangle in your voice, he continued and you weren’t exactly sure if he relished in your pain or if it was embarrassment that made him chuckle nervously, but he continued.
“I know I told you you could keep the ring but… I was wondering actually if I could have it back.”
Straight to the point, straight to the heart, and you were proud of yourself for not falling apart on the end of your line as you agreed to return it to him.
...
Don’t call him. Don’t call him. Don’t call him. Don’t call him. Don’t call him.
Your mantra played in your head over and over and over again as you stared at your phone, as your heart raced, as your head pounded, as you paced the room, as tears pricked your eyes.
You had to be happy for Daichi. He’d gotten over you quickly, enough to consider giving your ring to someone else. So what if it had barely been a year? So what if you started to question if you were really just a placeholder for someone else?
You’d hurt him. You deserved this pain.
Don’t call.
You picked up your phone and dropped it.
What were you going to say?
Please forgive me? Please try again? Please don’t move on? Please fight for me?
Don’t call, you idiot.
You wanted to scream. What was your problem exactly? Your life had settled into an order. You were starting to make friends. You knew what you wanted to do with your life. You stood on your own two feet.
But why had Daichi let all you built together be replaced so easily?
Don’t you dare fucking call him!
Did he ever love you?
Your throat felt dry and your head swam and you sat down at your canvas and tried to paint but your hands shook too much to hold your brush and your tears clouded your vision.
You heard your phone buzz once yet again, and you considered picking up your phone and tossing it against the nearest wall in a huff because you were so close to making a fool out of yourself, but the message across it gave you pause.
A message from Hinata Shoyo.
I know I might be the last person you want to hear from, but I just wanted to check in.
There was a pause while you stared at the message, a million thoughts now running in your head.
First, why hadn’t you deleted his number?
Second, why now?
As you pondered, nose still running and heart still wrenching, another message popped up.
Despite everything, I miss you.
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Despite your initial reservations, despite the fact that it felt wrong and bad and evil after all you had done, you still found your way back to Hinata.
Some moments, you wonder if it’s a convoluted red string of fate that joins you together even if it’s been dragged through the mud so that it barely looks the brilliant scarlet it’s meant to be. Other times, you wonder if it’s written in the stars that you’d end up like this, no matter how many detours you made.
Of course, it’s not to say Daichi was a mere detour in the story of your love life. You loved Daichi with your whole heart, but it wasn’t a forever type of love, no matter how hard you had wanted it to be.
Simply put, you were a coward, while Hinata was not. Hinata had known from the day he met you that you would be his and he would be yours, and the love you had with him was different.
A terrifying, bold and audacious kind of love.
You no longer hide a ring when you’re with him, and you don’t worry if you’ll ever get a ring when you’re with him, because his love on its own makes you feel hugged and seen in a way you never were before.
You sit courtside and watch your Hinata as he runs from one end to another, his trademark brilliant smile on his face, the same smile he flashes at you when you wake up every day and wholeheartedly choose him, and you know it’s a smile that says ‘Watch me! Don’t look away!’
Even if you will now forever be branded a cheater, you know that this time, you will only look at him, the same way Hinata’s only looked at you.
#mae.writing#hinata x reader x daichi#hinata x reader#daichi x reader#brazil!hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#sawamura daichi x reader#haikyuu!#haikyuu smut#haikyuu angst#not sfw#haikyuu x reader#sawamura daichi#daichi#hinata shoyo#hinata#shoyo#daichi smut#hinata smut#brazil!hinata#timeskip hinata#series: look at me senpai
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characters : rantaro amani ( danganronpa ) x male reader | non canon au , not related to the killing game + events .
tw : death , somewhat descriptive scenes of death , slight gore + blood , suicide.
a / n : helo . this is dedicated to @oikawasthighs LMFAO , for the lilia fic xo . ok bye , enjoy . i wrote this at 1am , excuse shitty grammar KJHXUIUHS . also i realized i was spelling amami wrong after i wrote this so fuck LMAO
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what could ‘ve went wrong ? everything was normal . everything was fine and dandy . so why ? why did it happen , why ? it could ‘ve been prevented , it could ‘ve happened to anyway else . but , life is never true to it ’s words . and so , everyone falls at least once in their lives . maybe even forever .
he stared down at the dark framed photograph , a picture once so wonderful to stare at . a picture one could look at and think it was so peaceful . but , no matter how hard he looked , it was never peaceful to him anymore .
maybe it was the smile he would never see again , the man he last saw with his face distorted and his eyes dull . barley alive , barley there anymore . a smile wasn ’t even there , not even a slight grin . but , he couldn ’t smile either , he wouldn ’t dare to .
he held tears back , gripping onto the photos frame that his knuckles turned white . the room seemed cold , his hands were cold , the floors were even colder .
it had been around twenty four hours since he had last entered the room he once shared with his lover , and forty eight since it happened . he couldn ’t go back , and no matter how hard he tried , he would only ever see him .
not of him smiling , of the time he finally rested . blood scattered across his face , head laid against the concrete road . the only thing he remembered from that dreadful time was his own screams , begging for him to wake up . pleading for him to just smile one last time .
“ it ’s cold . “ rantaro stated , words slurred . he begged for him to keep quiet , telling him it ‘ll be ok , reassuring that the ambulance would be there soon .
but , it was too late . five minutes after he left the earth , somebody finally came .
nobody comforted him , nobody cared . he was already dead anyways .
he remembered when they exited the store , hand in hand , smiling . he remembered crossing the street , swinging his hand along with rantaro . he remembered somebody yelling at them to move . and , he remembered being pushed out of the way .
it was a second too late , he watched as rantaro fell to the ground , stopping the car that had driven towards them . he sat on the ground , palms red against the concrete . he watched as he couldn ’t move , someone helping him up eventually . crowds surrounded his lover , people yelling to get help , people trying to help him . he stood up , finally realizing what had just happened . he staggered towards the crowd , trying to push past them all .
he screamed when he saw , when he saw rantaro barley moving , barley alive . barley holding onto what was called life .
his legs were bloodied , broken , a bone sticking through his left . his arms red , blood covering them . his shirt ripped and stained with dirt . how had such a happy day turn into such a dark turn . his face was the worse , his lip busted , cheeks bruised and blood trickling down his forehead and under his head .
“ h . . hold on , we can get you help . you ‘ll get help , please don ’t leave . you can ’t leave me , i love you ! “ he yelled , falling down besides amani , watching his broken figure . “ it ’s . . okay , you ‘ll be okay , we ‘ll be okay . please . . please stay alive , don ’t leave me . no no no no . . please . “ he cried , cupping his cheek although blood stained his hand .
amami smiled slightly at the touch , holding onto his lovers hand which cupped his check . “ y . . yeah , w . . we ‘ll . . be okay . . “ amami muttered , eyes half closed .
“ H . . HEY , rantaro . . please , please . . don ’t go . “ he cried , tears running down his cheeks .
“ . . it ’s okay , .. please . . don ’t . . cry , i . . i love . . you . “ rantaro smiled slightly , despite his conditions .
even in his final moments , love was always there . even at the end of time , he couldn ’t seem to let go .
he watched his hand slowly fall limp , crying harder as he couldn ’t grasp life any longer .
the crowd watched as the stranger cried harder and harder , yelling nonsense through tears and screaming . ‘ what a poor soul ‘ they whispered , words that went unheard by him , words that truly meant nothing . words of pity , words of fake comfort .
nobody cared enough , it was just a random stranger who died anyways .
he didn ’t realize tears were running down his face yet again until he felt his cheek , wet and stained with tears . he sniffed , placing the photograph back on the table and walking into the living room .
he sat on the couch , turning on the tv hoping to find some sort of distraction . but yet , the news channel came on . he had been seeing the same shit for the past hours upon hours . it was frustrating to see people covering something they probably didnt actually even care about .
it was just another way to earn money .
he turned the tv back off , staring at his own blurred reflection . his eyes seemed dead , he looked skinnier and paler . dehydrated and starved , to tired to eat anything . his eyes caved in , eye bags dark . a purple bruise on his arm from being pushed to the ground still lingered .
“ jesus , don ‘t you look great . “ he chuckled , touching his cheeks .
he leaned against the bathroom counter , gripping onto the sinks sides , the room spinning . a yellow bottle of pills now empty down on the floor , his throat felt dry and scratchy .
he found it hard to breathe , choking slightly as he breathed . he tripped onto the ground , stumbling at his feet , his back hitting the door .
his eye twitched , his vision blurring as his eyes closed - finding it hard to focus and keep his eyes open .
“ heh , some . . some happy ending . “ he chuckled out of breathe , his grip of the counter slipping . “ see . . see you soon , my love . “ he breathed , his eyes closing as he felt his life fade away .
how fate had brought them together , even while six feet under .
maybe gruesome , maybe romantic to others .
#rantaro#rantaro amami#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#danganronpa killing harmony#amami rantaro#angst#angst with a sad ending#bad ending#tw#gore tw#idk what to tag uh#dedicated wow#ihrtzzz#wrote this at 1am
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A Split Second (Part Five) [Bryce Lahela x f!MC
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f!MC (Dr. Claire King).
Chapter Rating: T
Word Count: 2.1K.
Description: He’s awake. Is this happily ever after? TW: guns, violence, blood. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.
Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from
Pixelberry’s Choices’ Open Heart. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Claire King’s background is my own creation, based off of MC in-game’s personality.
Author’s Note: Holy shit I’m so sorry!!! School started and caught up with me but good news!! This is the FINAL part! Holy shit, I’m never writing a series ever again. Expect one-shots from here on out lmfao. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!
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He’s like this because of you.
Those words circled around and around in Claire’s brain as she stood in the doorway of Bryce’s hospital room. Her feet hovered in the space between his room and the rest of the hospital, but she couldn’t bring herself to step in. She didn’t deserve to be in there, not when she was the reason he had been shot in the first place.
Keiki had already been in to see him and was now getting herself something to eat at Claire’s urging. She had gotten there as soon as the police had cleared the hospital and didn’t leave the waiting room until Harper had confirmed that everything had gone well. That was when Claire told her to finally take care of herself, and Keiki relented.
Claire’s foot moved a bit forward, and when she didn’t gawk at the guilt, she stepped more and more into she was fully in the room. She still hadn’t reached his bedside, but after a bit of prompting from the little voice inside her head that was shrieking at her, she came to a stop next to his bed.
He looked so pale. His lips, always curled up into a smile, were stick thin, almost turning downwards into a grimace in unconscious pain. A nasal tube was stuck in his nose, and despite the terrible circumstances Claire couldn’t help but think that only Bryce could make one of those look cute.
She raised a tentative hand, her fingers brushing his forehead. His skin was cold to the touch, feeling like ice against her burning hand. Claire ran her hand through his hair, the strands tickling the space in between her fingers. She couldn’t count the amount of times she had ruffled Bryce’s hair in the past, but this time felt so close, so intimate, that her lower lip wobbled at the thought and a tear threatened at the corner of her eye.
Biting her lip, Claire touched her forehead to his. He stayed still under her, but she relished in the feeling of his eyelashes kissing hers. The longer she remained like that, the more his skin started to warm up just from the feeling of hers. After a few seconds, she pressed a soft kiss to the spot between his brows. Her lips travelled down the slope of his nose, to the spot above his cupid’s bow, to his chin. She turned her cheek when she got to his neck, the apple of her face running along the hollow of his throat until it rested against his chest, right above his beautiful heart.
Claire had laid her head against Bryce’s chest many times. She loved the sound of his heartbeat, always firm and strong and real under her ear. But now the beats were weak, though she knew they would get stronger with each passing second. Fear clenched her insides at the thought that this wonderful heart of his could have stopped today. It could have ceased entirely, and she would have lost him forever.
Her tears burned her cheeks, falling onto Bryce’s clean hospital gown. Claire squeezed her eyes shut as she hiccupped, her throat burning with despair. Her fingers tangled in the neckline of his gown, holding on for dear life. She knew it was probably unethical, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. This touch was enough to keep her calm, to remind her that Bryce was alive, he had made it out of surgery, he’d live. That he’d taken a bullet for her and still didn’t know how much she loved him.
Bryce’s chest stuttered under her cheek, and Claire raised her head in alarm, her eyes wide. Her gaze immediately went to the monitor next to him, but it was normal. With a furrowed brow, she turned her attention back to Bryce, and was greeted with the sight of his brown ones meeting her blue ones.
Instead of the usual groggy filter covering the eyes of post-op patients, Bryce’s were wild with concern. He struggled to raise his hand off of his bed, reaching out for Claire. “Ar—are you—” he choked out, his throat bobbing uncomfortably from long disuse and the strain of breathing after having surgery on his lungs.
Claire rushed to his side, taking his hand in hers. Her heart leaped when he folded his over hers protectively. “Don’t try to talk,” she instructed.
Bryce licked his cracked lips, but instead of taking her advice he pawed the front of her scrubs. “B—blood—”
“What?” she wondered, then it clicked in her mind. Claire looked down to see that she was still in the blood-stained scrubs she had been in after Wally had shot Bryce and she had done everything she could to help him. She really should have changed before she came to see him, but the thrill of having heard that he had made it through the surgery overwhelmed every rational thought in her brain. Her only thought was that she had to get to his side. Nothing else mattered except Bryce. “Oh,” she said. She sniffled, fingering the material between her thumb and the pads of her forefinger. “I’m fine, I promise. It’s actually your blood.”
“Mine?” he questioned. Claire could see the fingers of his other hand move under the blanket to graze his side. “Right. I was shot.”
“Do… do you remember what happened?” Claire wondered. She tentatively sat down next to him on the bed, careful not to jostle him.
“Some guy…” he recounted, a faraway look in his dazed eyes. Despite the fact that Bryce didn’t seem to be all there yet, his hand maintained a tight grip on hers. “Gun… pointing at you. I didn’t see much else after that.”
Claire choked out a sob. “Why?” she wondered. That finally made Bryce’s eyes focus on her. “Why did you do push me away? That bullet was meant for me.”
“Which is why…” he groaned from the effort of speaking, but he kept going. “I did it.”
“Bryce…” Claire said, her voice impossibly soft. “You could have died.”
“It was you or me,” Bryce said matter-of-factly. “And I knew it had to be you.”
“Bryce, don’t talk like that,” she scolded, her grip tightening on him. “If you had died, I would have died.”
“You would’ve… been fine,” he insisted, his breathing laboured. “You would’ve… been alive. That was all that mattered.”
“Your life matters,” Claire said sternly. “More than mine. If something had happened to you because of me…” A lump lodged in her throat, and more tears slipped down Claire’s cheeks. “I thought I was going to lose you. I thought you were going to die.” With a shaking hand, she cupped his cheek, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone. “And I thought you were going to die without you knowing how much I love you.”
Bryce stilled under her fingertips. “What?” he whispered. “But… Ramsey—”
Claire rolled her eyes despite the fact that they were still shining with tears. “For a smart guy you’re incredibly stupid,” she said. “Bryce, you are the one that I love. I think a part of me always knew it… but just didn’t want to deal with it because I thought we were better as friends. And yeah, Doctor Ramsey had something to do with it, but at the end of the day, it was you who showed up for me, every time it really mattered.” Claire gave him a watery smile. “It’s your arms that comfort me. Your jokes that make me laugh, especially when I shouldn’t. Your stupidly adorable face that makes me want to get up in the morning every day. The thought of you is enough to make me happy.” Her lower lip wobbled. “So when I thought you were going to die, I don’t know how I would have gone on.” She leaned forward so their noses brushed. “You’re everything to me, Bryce Lahela. And I love you.”
“But…” He swallowed thickly. He couldn’t believe that these words were coming out of Claire’s mouth, and directed at him. It was so painful, he couldn’t bear to even feel a bit of it if it didn’t turn out to be wholly true. “What about… your happily ever after?”
With a vulnerable look that bared her soul to him, she said, “My only happily ever after is you.”
Softly, tentatively, Claire touched her lips to his. And it was like coming home.
She never thought she’d get to kiss him again, so she savoured the way his lips fit perfectly to hers, the taste of his mouth, the sweetness of his breath. Everything she loved about him, rolled into a perfect package.
She didn’t want to push things too hard, considering she didn’t know how much pain Bryce was in. It seemed, however, that pain wasn’t enough to stop Bryce. He raised his free hand to her chin, grasping it and tilting it to give him better access to her lips. Every kiss was like finally taking a sip of water after a hot day, every kiss was like a breath of air into his body, every kiss was life-saving.
And if Bryce played his cards right, he’d get these kisses every day for the rest of his life.
When they finally broke away, he brushed his nose against hers. “If it wasn’t clear, I love you too, Claire,” he said, the words touching her cheeks. “You’re the face that I want to come home to every day.”
She grinned, that beautiful smile that he loved. “I would hope so. You took a bullet for me.”
He laughed, though the sound was strained. “I can’t wait to use that every time we get into an argument.”
She cocked a brow. “What?”
“I mean, every time we fight, I can just say ‘I got shot for you’ so you have no choice but to agree,” he said cheekily.
Claire rolled her eyes. “You are such an opportunist.”
“And yet you still love me.”
She smiled softly, like the first glow of the sun peeking through blinds. “Yeah. I do.”
With that, Claire settled her head against Bryce’s chest, where she already heard his heartbeat starting to pick up. A beautiful song, one that she couldn’t wait to memorize. He smelled sterile, but she could already begin to pick up the scent that was so sweet, so delicious, so distinctly Bryce that it brought a smile to her face. Her hand laid on his chest, brushing the spot where he had been shot. She knew there would probably be a scar, but once she let him know that scars were sexy, he’d definitely be less insecure. And then she’d kiss it, over and over. It would be a wordless affirmation: I trust you. I want you. I love you. She’d be happy to say those words over and over, until their wedding day, the birth of their children, the day they died. But for today, she’d hold him and be thankful that he was alive, that he’d get to reach those milestones with her. She would be grateful that she owned Bryce Lahela’s heart, and that he owned hers.
Bryce wrapped his strong arms around her as she nestled into his embrace. Her breath tickled his collarbone, but instead of being bothered by it, it reminded him of the nights they shared. The calm, the crazy, the crying, but they always ended the same: with Claire resting against his heart, looking relaxed and happy and safe. It brought him a sense of comfort, a feeling that was purely home. And he knew; he knew that he could go to sleep every night, just like this. With the woman of his dreams cuddled against him, with his grip on her like he would be a fool to let her go. And he wasn’t going to. He would never let her go. He’d hold her hand for the rest of this life, and then the next, and then the next. For however long they had together. And Bryce hoped that they’d have a long, long time together. But for today, he’d hold her and be grateful that this beautiful woman had seen past what everybody sees: a playboy, a pretty boy, the boy everyone chooses second. And he’d be grateful that she was the one that chose him first.
A split second. Sometimes that was all it took to take a life. To contemplate your life. To make you realize what really matters. To wake up. To realize. To love.
So say it. With your whole chest, with every ounce of power you can put behind it, at the top of your lungs. Say it.
And you’ll end up right where you belong.
#open heart#playchoices#bryce lahela#bryce lahela x mc#open heart fanfiction#open heart fanfic#bryce lahela x mc fanfic#alinas fanfic#my fanfic#choices: stories you play
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well that sure was a lot
i finished midsommar and completely loved it but that sure was a lot to process lmao
first off its bizarre to me that i mostly saw people talking about this as if it was like... some Insane Cultist Girlfriend who ruined her boyfriend’s life dragging him into her nightmare festival when that’s. not what happened at all???? dani had nothing to do with any of this she wasn’t even the one who wanted to go in the first place she just got dragged into it the same as everyone else. pelle was the one who brought this on them all
and dani did make the choice to let christian be killed in the end but like. this is after this girl has gone through traumatically losing her entire family at once. and going through days of bizarre and frightening rituals she doesn’t understand, surrounded by strangers who speak a language she can’t understand, her friends have started going missing, she just saw christian cheating on her, it’s a culmination of trauma building and building in an environment of isolation where time feels wrong, they’re cut off from everything familiar and completely at the mercy of these strangers who they’re starting to realize might (and do) fucking kill them, being fed things with drugs in them with little to no warning, you can NOT judge her by the same moral standard as just “girl caught boyfriend cheating” without. literally everything that led up to that moment
anyway pelle is such an interesting character to me because he comes across as so genuinely sweet and caring, and there’s never the like. dramatic change moment where we find out he’s actually violent or actually evil or something. we find out what he’s done. we find out he brought all these people here from the start, probably for the purpose of this ritual. so he probably completely expected and probably even planned for them all to die here. he probably was planning for/hoping for dani to become the may queen and stay with them from the beginning. so like. ultimately all of this was his fault. but he never Changes. i think that’s what really gets me about all this is everyone in this commune comes across as so full of compassion and kindness that when they start... fucking sacrificing people. its such a bizarre shock and they do it while still keeping that kind and patient demeanor
its this really fascinating atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re the weird one for being shocked and disgusted by the obviously horrific things they’re doing. i can maybe understand the suicide ritual, the idea was to give your life willingly instead of growing old and having your health slowly deteriorate, so there’s a core concept in there i can understand, and the elders who died did so willingly. there’s something to be said for living a life Knowing when your death will occur and how (apart from like, accidents or illnesses that might prevent you from reaching that end date) and being able to prepare absolutely for it like that. i wouldn’t want to live that way but i can sort of see what they’re getting at. but then you have, like. they absolutely planned from the beginning for their Guests to die here. nobody consented to that. nobody wanted that. members of their own group choosing to be sacrificed is horrific enough but at least it was their choice. but they all just remain so calm and serene the whole time. they literally choose a sacrifice with what amounts to a giant bingo shuffler thing. everyone in the crowd is smiling pleasantly while they’re discussing who among them is about to be burned to death
and also!! pelle tells dani he lost his parents in a fire. im betting that ritual was what killed them.
like the “does he make you feel held? does he feel like home to you?” thing felt so genuine and i think he really honestly did want dani to join his Family because he feels she deserves better and believes his home is better and she will come to understand, like i dont think from his perspective any of this was malicious
except that you realize all this still hinges on the fact that he knew and planned for all the rest of his friends to be killed. like i cannot get my head around that lmfao. he seemed A Little Charmingly Odd at the beginning but otherwise seemed like a normal, sweet guy. how can someone who grew up in that kind of environment seem so normal outside of it. how can he cope with those two drastically contradictory norms. he Knew he was inviting all his friends to come and die. i guess maybe he felt it was important enough that it didn’t matter??
anyway uh. heres some interesting shots i wanted to comment on
the contrast here between the two couples
the other two (i forgot their names i am sorry) are standing close and affectionately together while theres. this BIG blatant space between dani and christian. and how often he just looks completely blank around her or does not look at her at all
this guy greets them all the same but then fully embraces dani, says “welcome home” and is very specifically looking only at her when he says “we are so very happy to have you” so im wondering if the intent for her to stay and become the may queen was actually planned from the very beginning
the “contest” could be staged altogether so they always try to leave the newcomer as the last one standing, it could be that every may queen was a girl taken in from somewhere else and indoctrinated into the group the same way
dani overlaid with the sacrificial pyre in this scene transition
to this shot at the end
im also realizing now when dani’s on the. mushroom tea at the start of the trip she hallucinates the grass growing through her, and as she becomes the may queen she becomes more and more covered in flowers - the commune’s influence on her grows through her like the flowers (consuming mushrooms to enter a transcendent state also fits with “the land growing through her” so to speak)
we also see pelle tending to the garden in one scene. he’s helping the flowers grow. he’s the one pulling dani further into the cult
im late to all this since. i forget when this came out but a significant while ago that people arent actively talking about it as much now but pls do come talk to me if anyone’s got Thoughts
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college au (spicy)
Yoosung x MC? 👀
Oop I see you there nonny :0
MM college AU (Yoosung x MC) nsfw-ish wink wonk
Warnings: uhhh lote of fluff and also sum drinking so uh yeah (idk if I should put it as a warning but there ya go anyway, just in case!)
You bitterly congratulated yourself as you looked at the text message you just received from your classmate.
Basically you had overslept, playing games too late at night(or should we say morning? You went to sleep at 4am and your class was at 7!) You didn't hear your alarm and basically missed your first day of class!
To be fair, you had planned on going to sleep at 12, but all of a sudden this bastard stole your loot and you wanted v e n g e a n c e
Sadly you weren't able to find the guy and had to cool off by playing a few rounds of LOLOL and just massacring the enemy team. Still, you swore to get back that amazing item you had just received.
The thing was, the first day of class, your professor had actually given everyone a group project! Yes, he was one of those teachers -_-
Since you hadn't been there you weren't able to group with your friend, and you had gotten paired up with people you didn't really know. You weren't super good at making friends, so you were getting a bit nervous, and you also didn't want to loose the whole percentage of the work, since you did have to get good grades!
A few weeks later, the group (who had already made a group chat a few days after you missed class, there were a total of five people with you included) and you all decided to meet at the coffee shop near the campus to talk about the project. It was due in two days, and you already had most of your part of the work done thankfully! We stan being responsible (a/n says the procastination queen LMFAO SORRY)
When you made it to the coffee shop, you only saw a total of two people there. One of them was a plain looking dude, with brown hair wearing some purple glasses, and the other one was a blonde boy who immediately made you think of a golden retriever! The two guys looked up at you, with the blonde one immediately standing up and introducing himself.
"Hi! Uhm, my name is Yoosung! Yoosung Kim! Nice to meet you!"
Oh my goodness he's adorable... though where have I heard that name before...?
You introduced yourself and told him your name, replying that it was nice to meet him too!
As you sat down beside him, you couldn't help but sneak glances in his directions. He was very very cute, his purple eyes looking all happy and excited all the time. Yet sometimes you could see a hint of.... hopelessness. You wondered why.
It turned out, that the other group members had suddenly called in sick, or said they had a family emergency. Not only that, but the plain guy with glasses gave you both an usb and mumbled that he actually had to go somewhere else today, but that he had his part of the presentation done and was in the usb.
Of course that did not make any of you happy at all. Yoosung looked as if he was about to either cry or punch someone, maybe both, and you werw mad that your teammates were so useless. But you tried to stay positive, I mean hey, now you get to spend time with the cute guy alone!
The two of you seemed to be the only ones to have done any work, the glasses dude's presentation was....let's just say wrong information and a white background with a yellow sans font. No I'm not joking.
"AGHHH this is impossible! How are we going to get all this work done in two days!? This is three people's part of the project, and it's not exactly short! Were gonna be here all afternoon!" Yoosung sobbed, as he covered his face and laid his head on the table.
"H-hey it's alright! We can uh...we can do it! I'm sure it won't take that long!"
It did take that long.
In face, it was 3am when you finished and had to leave the place because it was closing, so you had to go to your room and finish it there.
As soon as you were done, you both let out a tired victory yell and you fell back on your bed.
"Oh,hey Y/N, could I borrow your computer for a second? I just gotta check something that can't really wait..."
"Sure!" You gave him a thumbs up and rolled on your side to face Yoosung who was probably checking his emails.
You were not prepared for the scream that he suddenly let out.
"YOOSUNG!? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT!?"
He flinched when he heard your voice and slowly got up from the chair, pointing a finger shakily in your direction.
"Y-you....y-y-you a-are....TortillasRock320?"
You immediately sat up upon hearing the username you had made when you were 13 suddenly being said. Then you nodded. "How...how do you know me...?"
Yoosung's face became paler and you could see him start fidgeting a little before he pointed at himself.
"S-Supeman...Y-Yoosung...."
You immediately let out a gasp, shocking the poor boy and you stood up. "YOU!! YOU STOLE ALL MY LOOT IN LOLOL!"
"IMSOSORRYIDIDNTMEANTOITWASANACCIDENTITRIEDGIVINGITBACKBUTYOUATTACKEDMEANDTHENIJUSTPANICKEDANDLOGGEDOFF."
"I...ugh....dammit. it just had to be you didn't it?" You rubbed your temples and then Yoosung looked up from the ground.
"U-uhm...I could give it back...and uh...maybe get you some food?"
"Food isn't gonna cut it, as much as I love it."
"W-well how about we go and eat in a few days f-for now and then uh...we couldddd....think of something else!" He looked at you with a big smile and who could say no to that face?
So you exchanged phone numbers. It was just meant to try and see whenever the two of you could meet up for some food, but then it became into LOLOL discussions, and just talks about everything and anything. He talked a out his family, his friends, and his struggled with school, with you eventually telling him about your struggles as well. Before you knew it, the two fo you were speaking every single day, at any hour, and you had found out so much about each other. Not only that, but you had eventually become attracted to him.
Finally, vacations came! And the two of you decided to celebrate it by going to a bar with your friends! But then the two of you left because there was too many people, so you bought some beer and went to a nearby internet cafe to play....you guessed it! LOLOL
The two of you had such an AMAZING time, taking shots everyone one of you got killed, or destroyed a tower, or killed one of the dragons, or....well eventually it was just you two drinking and playing.
When you were done it was about 1am, and the cafe closed so you decided to go to Yoosung's place to maybe play there. But then, as the two of you drunkenly made it up the elevator, you suddenly remembered that Yoosung owed you from stealing your loot!
"Hic! Y-Yoosung...l-listen to me y-you brat. You oweeee me a wishhhh."
"Huh?.....oh wait...yeah I d-do right? Bec- hic! Becauzeee I stole your loot last t-time right??"
"I k-know what I want. L-lets just go to y-your apartment first....hic!" You smiled evilly as you thought about what you would do.
You grabbed Yoosung's hand, and he led you towards his place. After laughing and fumbling with his keys for a solid 2 minutes, Yoosung managed to open his door! He mockingly bowed and said "Y-you firstttt~" which made you courtesy and giggle replying "Wh-what a gentleman!"
You waited for Yoosung to close the door, and then he turned around to look at you with a big smile on his face.
"S-sooo Y/N! What...what do you want me t-to do?" He asked.
You made your way towards him and smirked. Then before Yoosung could reply he let out a help as you grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel in front of you, in all fours. "Yoosung. I want you to be my....servant for a day. I want you to do anything I ask you to."
Yoosung gulped and shyly looked up at you, his entire face red. "I...I should? Anything?"
You chuckled. "Yes. You owe me remember? That was a pretty rare item, the one you stole for me. So you should....pay...for what you've done, don't you think so?" He slowly nodded and you pet his head. "Good boy~ Now how about we start by....you taking your clothes off."
Yoosung's eyes widened, but you tightened your grip on his hair and he slowly started undoing his shirt buttons. Then he looked up at you again. "U-uhm...Wh-what else should I do...?"
"Mmm how about you take your pants off now? And do it quickly Yoosung, we don't have all day."
He nodded and took his pants off, kneeling in the ground only in his boxers, and then, in the heat of the moment (you don't exactly knew what took over you) you pressed your foot between his legs, making Yoosung let out a surprised gasp.
"Oho~ You like this don't you? You're hard." You chuckled and pressed harder between his legs, and Yoosung let out a moan.
"I'm...ngh! S-sorry, I d-don't really understand why it's...it's like that uhm.. I'm sorry."
You chuckled and knelt beside Yoosung, cupping his face in your hands. "Yoosung you don't need to apologize. It must feel hot down there...how about we make you feel good?"
Yoosung became even redder, but he looked to the side and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, shyly nodding at you to continue.
You smiled and took Yoosung's underwear off, his member already hard, and slowly, you started licking the tip making Yoosung moan.
"MNGHHH! Y-Y/N!!!"
"Mhmm? What ish it Yoosung? Mmph..." You replied, looking up at him while having his member in your mouth.
"Y-you're....s-sucking...it! Ah! I- I'm....if you do it with your tongue like that...I'm going to...-mmmgh!".
He's adorable, you thought, as you sucked harder and harder. Soon, Yoosung reached his climax, and you mischievously smirked. "I'm glad you enjoyed it...now how about we go to the main course? I deserve to feel good too, you know?" You said, as you took your jeans and underwear off.
"H-huh?! N-no, wait I just ca-AHHHHN~"
Yoosung gasped as you slowly took him in, straddling him. You tangled your fingers in his hair while Yoosung gripped your hips, his hands trembling.
"I'm....I'm moving now, ok Yoosung?"
Yoosung moaned as you started grinding your hips against him, your hips moving quickly up and down on their own. You laughed and leaned your head back, making Yoosung look confusedly up at you.
"You're just so adorable Yoosung!....I really like you, you know?"
Yoosung stared at you, and then he quickly grabbed your head and pulled you in for a rough kiss.
"I...mhm...I've liked you...too...mmm...for a very...very long time...Y/N." He whispered between kisses. "Agh! Y-you suddenly tightened up, down there....mhm it...it feels really good." He said as he looked at you, his eyes teary and full of lust.
Goddamn this man.
"Yoosung...I...I like you too!" You felt your face heat up a bit, and Yoosung quickly pulled away to look at you. Then, he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly started moving up and down
"Y-Yoosung!!!! Y-you're moving t-too fast! Mhm!!! I can't!! Too fast! Too fast!"
"Y/N...Y/N...." He whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck, as his thrust became faster and harder.
"I'm going to...." You gasped.
"M-me too! Let's...let's do it...together!"
You pulled Yoosung in for a kiss and the two of you moaned as you both reached your climax.
The two of you held each other for a bit, until Yoosung got cold and he carried you to his bed. The two of you kissed each other for a bit, before falling asleep.
The next morning you found Yoosung on the corner of his room, his ears all red while he hugged his knees.
"Uhm....Yoosung! Mor...ning...?"
He flinched as he heard you and then he slowly looked up. Before you could ask him what in the diddly darn heck his ass was doing in there, he got up and bowed.
"I'm so sorry!!! I'm sorry about, about yesterday I was drunk, and then I just got really excited and kept going even after you said it was too fast, and I also said all that weird stuff and I'm just, I'm really really sorry!!"
You were taken aback for a minute before you smiled and made your way towards him, making him look up at you. "Yoosung...you don't have to apologize for anything. I know we....we were a bit uh...well we were really drunk but... I still stand by everything I said yesterday. I do like you. I...I like everything about you Yoosung."
His face became red, bue eventually Yoosung slowly and shyly smiled at you. "You...you really do?"
"Yessir."
"Heh....I'm...I'm so happy Y/N...I really like you too!"
He cupped your cheek and the two of you slowly got closer and closer until your lips were touching in a chaste kiss. When you finished Yoosung chuckled, still red in the face. "So uhmm...does that mean we're a...couple now?"
You smiled and poked his cheek. "Yup! And there's no going back after this, you hear me?"
"Y-yes! Of course I'd never think of it!"
"Good! Now how about we go back to bed...and have a little fun hmm?~"
Yoosung smiled and pulled you towards him, smiling. "That doesn't sound too bad...and we're on vacation right now, so I don't see any reason we shouldn't stay in bed and do...that all day."
You laughed and Yoosung picked you up bridal style, gently throwing you in his bed and pinning you down.
The two of you officially became a couple that day! Yayyy!
Also btw you got an A- in the assignment so good work fellas ;)
The end!
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notable moments from The Maltese Falcon Job
leverage 2.15
Hardison (checking phone): Guys, they are ripping through Nate and Tara's cover stories. All their financials are blown. So look, until I know what they know, no credit cards, no debit cards, no ATMs, nothing that can be traced back to us. OK? Cash in hand only.
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Nevins (on phone): No, not a safe house. Interpol wants Culpepper someplace off our system. We're taking him to the Governor Hotel.
Nate: OK, that's it. That's where we're gonna hole up.
Tara: The Governor Hotel?
Nate: Yeah.
Tara: The hotel crawling with FBI?
Eliot: FBI and Interpol.
Nate: Yeah, you know, it's the one place in Boston they won't be lookin' for us. Come on, we just gotta get there first
smart
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Tara: Oh, thank God! I just stepped out to get the paper and then my door closed behind me and I tried to find a house phone, but you guys don't have those anymore. (drops towel) Oops.
Man: Uh...
(Eliot and Parker look down the hall, then at each other, then down the hall)
parker, g i r l, close your mouth
they were both slightly Into It™ and you can’t change my mind
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Hardison: In-room checkout. (sits down on bed with keyboard) OK, look, this means that I have access to the hotel's billing computers. It's a big ol' backdoor in every hotel room in America. (hacks system) As of right now, we've been here for a week, and our reservations are good for another week, courtesy of this man's platinum card, Mr. Ogden Shields, who has spent a lot of time in the adult section of pay-per-view. I mean, did he even leave the room?
Parker: In-de-panties Day?
~ a few moments later ~
(Parker takes keyboard from Hardison’s hands)
Eliot: All right, I'm gonna go get some keys made. I'm goin' to the gym. Make sure I can charge stuff on the room.
Hardison: I gotcha.
(women moaning on TV)
Parker: Wow, she really wants that car clean.
Hardison: That’s-that's enough of that
parker is baby and hardison wants to protect her from that nastiness
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Nate: Why do we care about him?
Hardison: 'Cause he's big on the surplus weapons market.
Eliot: (laughs) That's just a polite way of saying arms dealer.
Tara: His specialty's buying cheap guns from Third World countries and reselling 'em.
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Nate: Don't worry about Sterling.
Eliot: Did you just say, "Don't worry about Sterling?"
Nate: Yeah, don't worry about Sterling. What you don't think I can beat Sterling?
Eliot: I think in the last six months, Nate, I've heard you talk about beating the Triads, beating the Russians. All right? Maggie's boyfriend. Huh? How'd that work out? We all said that meet was a bad idea, right? But you got a taste for taking down this Mayor and you can't resist.
Nate: You wanna walk away? Walk away.
Eliot: I'm not walkin' away. It's not my job. My job is to get your back. And, Nate, I'm gonna do it. All the way down. But I need you to do your job.
Nate: And what's that?
Parker: Be Nathan Ford. Be the person we came back for
PARKER BABY she showed emotion I’m so proud of her
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(Eliot holds up the piece of paper taken from Bonanno’s house that reads ‘Maltese Falcon’)
Eliot: That's still bugging me, man.
we love to see eliot confiding/leveling with hardison
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Parker: Ooh! But, uh, I have mini-bar.
her in the maid outfit with the french accent
+ HER WINK IM GAY
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Nate: You help Tara and Parker. I'm gonna stall Sterling.
Hardison: How?
Nate: I'm thinking.
(Sterling gets into an elevator. Nate heads up the stairs, stopping at every floor to push the elevator button. Sterling begins to get irritated when the elevator stops at every floor but never sees Nate, who gets progressively more tired as they go upward)
[Hallway]
(Sterling gets off on the 14th floor. Behind him, Eliot pushes his cart into the elevator. Sterling glances at him but the door closes before he can get a good look. Sterling approaches the door the FBI agents are guarding)
petty and fucking ICONIC I wouldn’t have the stamina for that but neither would nate tbh and honestly he was probably running on pure spite to make that happen and I respect him for that
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Parker: Housekeeping!
(she goes inside, pulling her cart in behind her. Once in the room, she finds Tara and Hardison in the window. Hardison is tangled in his line, and Tara is trying to help him)
Hardison: Ow. That's... Stop. Hey, I got this. Stop. I don't need help.
Tara: Clearly you do.
Hardison: I got this. I got this. Go.
LMFAO E V E R Y TIME
we love to see the running bit of hardison utterly FAILING at anything rappelling related
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Culpepper: Where are the agents? Where are the agents? There should be two FBI agents standing at the door.
(Eliot walks in with Parker thrown over his shoulder)
Nate: Did you have to?
Eliot: She saw our faces.
Nate: OK. Yeah, put her in the tub with the others.
(Eliot takes her into the bathroom)
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eliot can always knock a bitch out with one (1) punch
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Sterling: So, I'm gonna make you a deal. You find Kadjic, tie him to the guns, I'll give you a free pass. Just this once, you get to walk away with your record wiped clean.
Nate: My team?
Sterling: They go down. Every last one of 'em. They deserve to go down. They're criminals, Nate. Thieves. So that's the deal. You bring me Kadjic and the guns, and I cut you and you alone loose. Because at the end of the day you're always right. You're not a thief. This is your second chance.
(Sterling picks up the flask and walks away)
this was actually really interesting to see. sterling leveled with nate. he knows nate, knows how he works, thinks he knows who nate really is on the inside. they have a Past™
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Nate: Yeah. No. I... I, uh... Listen, I need you to come back. Um... I need you. Uh, I need you.
[Interior Helicopter]
Sophie: No, no, no. Speak up. I'm traveling and...
[Leverage Headquarters]
Nate: Not the team. Me. For me. Not for a con. I just... Listen, I... I don't know who I am anymore, Sophie. And, ah... When, when I was chasing you and everything and we were doing cons, I knew who I was, but not anymore. As crazy as this sounds, I need you to tell me, tell me when I'm goin' too far. I mean, it just... It gets out of control and I just don't know who I am and, and you've always been... .y compass. And, you know, I care about you more than yo-you'll ever know, because I lo... I lo...
lmfao when the signal is lost? tragic
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eliot is wearing a flannel in the final scenes
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the obama portrait very visible in the background of the government building? we love to see it
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eliot DING DONG WE’RE HOME spencer owns my whole (whole) heart
- - - - -
Nate: What are you doing?
Eliot: Countin' all the guys with guns.
Nate: How many?
Eliot: A lot
smart and TOTALLY an eliot thing to do
- - - - -
Parker: Don't worry. No one's ever died going in through an air duct.
Tara: Oh, this is comforting.
Parker: I mean, worst case, you slip and fall. Break your legs. Lay there for days, scratching on the metal. It's like a long, metal coffin with wind. (excited) Let's go!
(Parker runs across the roof)
she’s baby and I love her. never, ever change parker
- - - - -
Computer: Match identified.
Hardison (bending over keyboard): Damn, you finally found something, half-pint?
HE CALLS HIS COMPUTER HALF PINT ??? ICONIC
- - - - -
Hardison: Parker, where are you?
Parker: Sorry, had a buzz from the alarm system, I couldn't hear a... thing. What?
(Parker’s face hardens and she heads for Tara, who is putting the rappelling gear back in the oxygen tank)
Tara: Parker, what's wrong?
(Parker grabs Tara by the throat and pushes her back until she is leaning over the edge of the building)
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Tara: You're really strong.
Parker: Yeah. I hang from buildings with my fingertips.
Tara: It's not what you think. I was setting up a meeting!
Parker: Actually, that was exactly what I was thinking. Bye now.
Tara: Not for myself
- - - - -
ANNIE KROY IS BACK
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(Eliot, his hands tied, is being led to some stairs by two goons.)
Man: I'll get the hatch.
(one man moves ahead of Eliot while the other stays behind him. When Eliot doesn’t follow the first man up the stairs, the second pushes him)
Man 2: Come on.
Eliot: Thirteen.
(Eliot and the second man struggle, sending gunfire rifling across the ceiling before the second man is knocked down. The first man comes back and kicks Eliot in the face. Eliot kicks him in return)
Eliot: Come here!
(Eliot swings his hands across the first man’s face, knocking him back)
Eliot: Twelve.
(Eliot knocks the first man out)
Eliot: Eleven.
(Eliot starts up the stairs, but hears someone else coming and waits around a corner. After a brief struggle, he knocks this man out as well and breaks the zip ties on his wrist)
Eliot: Ten. (heads up the stairs
HOOOOO BOY
MARK ME DOWN AS SCARED AND HORNY
also if parker and hardison know what he was doing? they’d be marked down as the same
- - - - -
Tara: All she asked was that I report back to her every now and then. Are we sure this is the fastest way?
Parker: Yeah, look. (looking at car GPS) There's no traffic this way. So, you were spying on us.
Tara: I was not spying. I was an early warning system. Sophie just, she was worried Nate might go off the rails. So, if it ever looked like he was spinning out of control, I was supposed to call and let Sophie lay in a backup plan just in case.
Parker: Yeah. Why not us?
Tara: Because you were too likely to forgive him.
Parker: I suppose gettin’ busted by the FBI and trying to bring down arms dealers while kidnapping a mayor does qualify as out of control.
Tara: So, anyway, I used my contacts to get Sophie set up as a buyer for the guns. You know... You actually had me worried for a second that you were gonna drop me.
Parker (laughs): That is silly
- - - - -
(Hardison is carrying a large monkey wrench and smiling. He hears noises and goes to investigate, seeing Eliot starting up a ladder)
Hardison: Hey. It took you long enough.
Eliot: What?
(Eliot starts toward Hardison, but a man points a gun to his head)
Man: Freeze.
(Eliot grabs the gun and knocks the man out)
Eliot: One.
Hardison: What
hardison if he knew what eliot was doing: hot damn
- - - - -
(the team gathers together. Parker hugs Sophie)
Sophie: Ooh. Parker touching.
Parker: Kinda, yeah.
- - - - -
Eliot: There's not that many ways out of here.
Sophie: Eliot, when I arrange a rescue, I do it properly.
(a helicopter lands on the docks near the ship. The team heads down the stairs, but Nate hesitates, looking down at the blood on his hand from his side. He goes down the ladder to join the team on the lower deck)
- - - - -
Nate: I've destroyed all the evidence the FBI has on Culpepper and Kadjic. You have no photos, no tapes, you don't have anything. You don't have a case on anybody, unless you arrest me. And only me.
Sophie: Nate?
Nate: I agree to turn state's evidence. I testify to what Kadjic told me, how he put the hit on Bonanno. Hell, I'll even give you Bonanno's evidence against the gunrunning.
Eliot: Nate, I can take these guys.
Hardison: It's just ten more yards to the chopper, man.
Nate: Listen, guys. I got you into this mess. This is the only way to get you out.
eliot is still ready to fight for his family no matter what and hardison just wants them to leave because they’re SO CLOSE
- - - - -
Nate: Come here.
(the team moves closer to him)
Nate: You guys are the most honorable people I have ever met in my life. You've become my family. My only family. I won't forget that. (looks at Eliot) Now get 'em on the chopper. Please. Now!
Eliot: Let's go.
(Eliot nudges Parker and she reluctantly heads for the gangplank. Eliot touches Hardison’s arm)
Eliot: Let's go, man.
(Hardison walks away. Eliot hesitates a moment, shaking his head, then follows the others, hesitating at the top of the gangplank near Sterling)
nate trusts eliot, and only eliot, to be the one to be able to get the rest of the team out of there and into the helicopter. he knows eliot and how much he cares for his family and will do anything to make sure they’re safe, and nate is betting on that to get them out of there
eliot has to be the one to make parker and hardison move because they’ll listen to him and also there would be a good chance that they’d try to stay with Nate otherwise
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his gentle hands leading them away have my whole (whole) heart
- - - - -
(Sophie and Eliot get on the helicopter, Eliot hesitating one last time before getting in)
this hurts eliot so much because he’s the RETRIEVAL SPECIALIST and he’s supposed to get everyone safe and never leave anyone behind I’m-
- - - - -
Agent: Who the hell is this guy?
Sterling: I don't know.
Nate: My name's Nate Ford, and I am a thief.
(more sirens are heard. Nate begins laughing as the helicopter lifts off and more police cars and agents arrive, surrounding Nate and the dock. Nate watches the helicopter fly away)
MAJOR character development for nate this season (2.01 had him refusing that he was a thief and in multiple other episodes in this season)
oh and also, y’all, just like last season, if I had to watch this go down like that with my own two eyes and have that be the end of leverage (because they close every season like it’d be the last) I would have fucking R E V O L T E D
#leverage#leverage 2.15#leverage 2x15#the maltese falcon job#leverage season 2#season 2#notable moments#mine
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Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets?
I can’t make any dish. I wonder when I’ll get my ass up and start learning...
Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?
I wouldn’t dare; I have no skills in that department at all.
Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for?
Angela and Hans came over so we can watch Sowoozoo.
How many long term relationships have you been in?
One.
Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on?
My default is lights out, but sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on and that’s fine too.
Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done?
I don’t really do forgiving.
Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey?
No. I’ve tried listening to her songs but I find them too slow for my liking.
Do you know your blood type?
It’s O but I keep forgetting what specific type.
Do you know your mother’s birthday?
Yes.
Have you got your period at the moment?
It’s on its last few days.
Have you ever been pregnant?
Nopes.
How old were you when you first went on a plane?
I was around 10 or 11, can’t remember exactly. But it was in 2009 and we headed to Boracay.
Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything?
No. OMG, adult activity I don’t quite understand just yet hfdhfkdjfhdf.
Are both of your blood parents still in your life?
Yeah they’re both grumbling right now just outside of my room because the power went out lmfao.
When was the last time you went apple picking?
I’ve never done this. Apples don’t grow here.
Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say?
My pay for the last two weeks haha, but that’s not coming until Friday.
Have you ever been drunk at school or work?
No, I wouldn’t dare. I’m pretty unpredictable when I get drunk, so I’d rather stay safe haha. I’ve worked while tipsy, but it had been outside of work hours.
How many bedrooms are in your house?
4. One for each kid, then my parents’.
Are you smart about computers?
Nah.
Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii?
We didn’t have the game on our Wii, but I’ve played Just Dance before, just at other peoples’ houses.
Do you own a Xbox 360?
We were a Playstation household.
Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars?
Erm, sure, whatever.
So, do you need a nap?
I think I should be taking one for the sake of my health, but I won’t.
What would you rather be doing?
I stumbled upon a Facebook post of this newly-opened store in Greenhills that exclusively sells photocards and I wanna head the fuck over there rn with Angela. That store concept is practically unheard of so it’s a big deal and I wanna go there as I’m 100% sure the BTS ones would sell out pretty fast. But they heightened the stupid COVID protocols yet again and we have to stay at home, so there’s that.
What sport are you the best at?
Table tennis.
Do you have a little sister? What’s her name?
Yeah but she’s turning 21 this year, so little wouldn’t be accurate anymore. We call her Nina at home but everyone else calls her by her full first name, Janina.
Do you complain a lot?
I do complain a lot but I also do the thing that is causing the complaint right after so I can shut myself up lmao.
Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple?
Both sound fun but I’ll probably take the temple. Yay for learning something new about culture!!
Do you like fruity or minty gum?
I don’t mind flavor when it comes to gum because they fade out anyway.
Are you looking forward to any day of this month?
My company set another mental health break day this upcoming August 27th, so I’ll be thinking about that day throughout the month.
Have you ever gotten detention?
We don’t have detention.
Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life?
Sure.
Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from?
The latter. < Same. I can be brand-conscious sometimes, but generally if I find something cute, regardless from where I found it, I’d grab it.
Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently?
Technically yeah. It was a single album.
Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet?
I already have two of them.
Ever cried so much you threw up?
Possibly.
Who is your best guy friend?
Hans.
What do you two do when you hang out?
We usually eat out and have a drink or two.
What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving?
Spotlight, just because it looked boring at first glance. It turned out to be very riveting and the screenplay was fascinating as well.
Do you even like horror movies?
Yes, but they’re best watched with other people.
Do you live in the country?
Nopes.
What is your favorite accent?
I don’t have one.
Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like?
No.
Do you drink Pepsi or Coke?
I had the chance to try out Pepsi when we went to Taco Bell two weeks ago - it was my first time to have it and it was...actually pretty good??? The soda-hater in me was scandalized HAHAHA but it was good!!! I think I prefer Pepsi now.
What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday?
My 21st birthday started out terribly because Gabie’s family didn’t want her to hang out with me on a Sunday (the day my birthday fell on), so we were in an argument the whole day. Angela saved the day when she planned out an impromptu dinner + arcade date for me, and that was the only good part of the day, really. I’d rather forget the rest of it.
Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer?
I don’t think so.
Do you take a lot of pictures?
I’m starting to, now.
What kind of face wash do you use?
Good ol’ water.
Does drama always seem to follow you?
Not these days.
Does anybody in your family race?
Nope.
Are you closer to your mom or dad?
Dad, I guess. But I wouldn’t particularly call myself ‘close’ with either.
How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?”
I never received money from them.
How long do you want to live with your parents?
Maybe up until my mid-20s? Late-20s at the latest. I’m not exactly in the position to move out yet. The money I make at the moment would probably just be enough to cover rent, and just rent. I’d end up starving to death hahaha.
Do you have a laptop or desktop?
Laptop.
Do you like your parents?
Sure.
Do you secretly like someone?
I don’t.
Would you ever date your best male friend?
No. I also wouldn’t do that to Angela.
What are you currently listening to?
Moon by Jin! Such a comfort song.
Do you want to be single?
Yes.
Did you go out or stay in last night?
I stayed in and was knocked out pretty early since I had been up since 1 AM.
Have you pretended to like someone?
No. I don’t see why I would have to that.
How is your heart lately?
Just filled with nothing but Bangtan at this point haha. It’s doing well!
Are you wearing socks?
No. Socks bother me for the most part; they make my feet feel a bit suffocated.
What do people call you?
Robyn.
Do you get stressed out easily?
Yeah, I’m quite the overthinker.
Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?
No, I’ve never actually been inside an ambulance, whether it came for me or for another person.
What is wrong with you right now?
I should probably cut back on the vaping, for one.
Do you own something from Hot Topic?
No.
Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
It’s hard for me to sleep with someone else. Even when I had been in a relationship, I usually only got to fall asleep an hour or so after my partner already dozed off.
Do you still talk to the person you last made out with?
No, I cut ties at the start of the year and have been substantially better since then.
Have you ever seen your best friend cry?
I honestly don’t think so. I’m the bigger crybaby between us.
Did you get any compliments today?
My mom thanked me for covering for Cooper’s shots today since they ended up being quite costly.
Have you ever gone to a beach?
Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places to be.
What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now?
Pass up on the offer.
Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
Yes.
Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to?
I’ve never had the ample time to, so no. I’ve always wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter, though.
Do you have long nails?
They’re not dramatically long, but they have started to grow out.
Do you like the gender you are?
I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. < Same.
Do you generally look nice in photos?
I think this is the case these days, yeah. I’ve started feeling more confident and I think it’s able to translate in photos.
Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet?
No.
What colour are your father’s eyes?
Dark brown.
If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
BTS DUH
Name three facts about your family?
I come from a family of lawyers; many of us are big history buffs; and many are also fantastic cooks so I don’t know where that talent could have possibly gone when it come to my generation hah.
Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
If I’ve reached a certain level of investment in the relationship, I could probably handle it.
What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?
A Punk shirt and Petals For Armor physical CD from Andi this last Christmas.
What’s your favorite hot beverage?
Hot chocolate. < Yessssss!
Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
I don’t.
Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Carving pumpkins sounds fun, especially since I haven’t tried it before.
Do you think you’re important?
Idk. I don’t really like drawing attention to myself though, so that could probably answer your question.
What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?
Andi wrote a letter for me to accompany the aforementioned Christmas gifts they gave, and it remains to be my favorite letter I’ve received. They essentially reminded and affirmed me that I’m stronger than I think I am, and that I’ve been through a lot and have grown a lot, and that that growth is seen by people around me.
Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders?
No.
Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new?
Just to different cities, but considering how tiny my country is, the move is quite insignificant lol.
Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks?
I’m 100% sure I don’t know how to properly hold chopsticks, but I have my own way and it works lol. Fake it til you make it.
Are you more of a leader or a follower?
Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. < Same. I don’t mind leading, especially considering the control freak I can be lolol.
What was the first thing you ate today?
I haven’t eaten anything today. I skipped breakfast since I brought Cooper to the vet, and by the time I got back the dining table had already been cleared. It’s fine though, I don’t feel too hungry.
If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like?
I’d be with Angela, Reena, and Hans at that insane new photocard store I talked about earlier. IDEALLY, we’d probably pick up a photocard or two if the ones we want aren’t sold out yet (lol a rarity), then we’d have some nachos and stuff right after and just talk about all things Bangtan lol with Hans cracking us up the whole time since he is just naturally hilarious.
If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out?
Content. Happy. I feel warm and loved and surrounded by the best people.
What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do?
Learning how to cook is one.
Is there anything that you wish you could take back?
Not really.
What, in your mind, could make you truly happy?
Being in the purple ocean with my best friends.
If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference?
A part of me wishes my final face-to-face conversation with Gabie had been a more solid closure, just so we could finally put a hard stop to that chapter. But at that time I thought we would continue talking, so there had still been some stuff lingering in the air when we called it a day and parted ways. So in a sense we never really got closure when I finally cut ties, which the ESTJ in me remains to be nagged by, but I try not to be bothered by it anymore considering how much better I am doing right now. We didn’t know the future at the time, so it’s okay the way things turned out, ultimately.
When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it?
I have no clue. It’s not really a priority.
Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow?
I’m fast.
Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’
Nah.
How many drugs are in your system?
Just caffeine.
What’s on your schedule for tomorrow?
Werkwerkwerkwerk.
Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body?
Nopes.
Do you call anyone baby?
I don’t.
What’s your current mood?
I’m prety neutral. I wish I could be out right now, but stupid Covid and stupid quarantine. But I don’t really mind staying at home, either, so. I’m just so-so.
Do you think you are a good person?
I hope so.
What were you doing before filling out this survey?
I watched Sunday mass with my family.
How late did you stay up last night?
Around midnight.
When was the last time you cried really hard?
I cried just a few days ago because period hormones, but the last time I cried hard? I’m not sure. April maybe?
Is your hair longer than your shoulders?
LOL yes it’s soooooooo long already.
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How to get away with murder
Fandom; My hero academia
Pairing; Dabi x GN Reader
Synopsis; You had watched day by day, as the love of your life fell for someone who wasn’t you. It hurt a lot. Deciding that you should take matters into your own hands, you begin to take action and take what you thought was rightfully yours. No one else could have him, Dabi was yours, and only yours and you didn’t like sharing.
Warnings; Death lmfao, mentions of alcohol and overuse. A bit of taking advantage of Dabi if you squint and a reader willing to do anything to get her crush.
Word Count; 3092
A/N; This idea came to me when I was heading to bed after watching the series ‘How to get away with murder’ and while the two of them aren’t that similar, it caused me to think of this. I typed this up and didn’t finish till around 5 am, so enjoy my little typos and vibe with me.
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Everything seemed perfect, and when you say ‘perfect’, you meant it.
Maybe it was the light drizzle of rain that soaked into both of your clothes, mixed in with the natural glow of the moon and stars made for a perfect scene. The sketchy buildings behind you, and the constant honk from a car passing by only added to the moment.
Maybe it was how his rough hands held your body so softly, despite being the same hands of a killer. Maybe it was how he held you close, one hand resting on your cheek as his fiery blue eyes stared into yours. The love and passion that were displayed in his orbs had you standing there frozen. His breath was fanning your face, eyes peering into yours with no fears and no regrets. The hand on your cheek moved slowly, almost hypnotizing, as the other hand that rested on your hip pulled you closer to his warm body.
Now a small smile rested on his features, showing you that he was more than some smirking bastard that you usually saw. You stared at the many staples on his face, and the purple marks under his eyes, and honestly, it had only made him hotter in this moment.
The rain had now started to seep into your clothes making you shiver from not only that, but how close the other male was. And he would only get closer, closer and closer until his lips only brushed against yours in a taunting way. You were both hungry for each other, that much could be said, but the build up was starting to drive you crazy.
And finally, after his blue eyes stared into yours for so long, asking permission, well more like begging for you to let him continue, you nodded and he finally closed the gap between you two.
HONKKK
The loud honk and the sound of tires screeching snaps you out of your daze, making you finally come to your senses. Your eyes trail to the two cars that almost hit each other due to the rain affecting their sight. The two cars yell, before continuing their journey on the street, speeding away without actually fighting.
Rolling your eyes, you finally remembered what you were doing. Your eyes gaze across the street, where you see Dabi, and no, he wasn’t with you and about to kiss you like your earlier thoughts.
Instead he was leaning in to kiss some other girl, a girl who wasn’t you, and a girl who didn’t deserve him.
You have to avert your eyes when you hear her giggle, and even though the rain was pretty loud, it still didn’t cover up the disgusting noises of their lips smacking together. It disgusted you, almost making you call it a night and go home, but you stayed, knowing you’d only sit home wondering what happened if you left.
You watch as they make out, his hands exploring her body and her leaning more into him. After a long time of watching, they finally pull away, smiling at each other as they let each other go.
“Goodnight Dabi, hopefully I can see you tomorrow” You hear her pathetic voice say, and you watch as he nods, giving her a light smack on her ass. After a while of exchanging more words, the female walks up to her apartment, leaving Dabi alone.
You duck down in your car when you see him cross the street, cursing quietly as you hoped he wouldn’t notice you or your car. Stalking wasn’t really your thing, but if it meant keeping an eye on the guy you loved, then you’d learn real quick.
“Fuck her, she doesn’t deserve him” You spit out, sitting back up in your seat when Dabi turned into a nearby alley, vanishing quickly. Turning your car on, you turned to look at her apartment once more before shaking your head and speeding off.
He was yours first, and now some other bitch has stolen him away from you with a few flirty looks and the promise of a future. It irritated you that you, his best friend, had been thrown to the side once a new girl was brought into the picture.
In the end, you had only wished it was you who he was kissing in the rain, but sadly it was some other girl instead.
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“That will be 34.72 Ma’am”
You nodded at the old man, giving him a small smile as you took out your wallet, pulling out two twenties. Handing it to him, you mumble for him to keep the change before taking your grocery bag and exiting the store.
After what you had seen last night, you had believed it would be good for you to go out and get some groceries for your apartment. As eating out every night was starting to ruin your funds, and you knew you couldn’t afford to be homeless now.
The sun was bright today, and the chatter amongst all the people walking on the sidewalk put you in a better mood. A way better mood than yesterday. Watching as the noisy children ran down the sidewalk with their toys in hand and smiles on their faces made your own face light up.
Swinging your grocery bag, your eyes looked around your surroundings, enjoying the nice day that you seemed to be having.
Feeling your pocket vibrate, you pull out your phone and answer it without checking the caller ID, the ringtone alone has already told you who it was. “What’s up Dabi, did you need anything or-”
You stop walking as you listen to his heavy breathing, which very much concerns you. “Y/n…” The pause after your name had you freaking out, making you assume the worst had happened. “I need you to come to my apartment” With those words, you heard the click of the phone call ending.
It took a moment for that to sink in, and when it did you immediately broke out into a run, straight to Dabi’s apartment. It didn’t matter if you looked stupid, or the many people who you bumped into or knocked over. All that mattered was your best friend needed you, and you’d be damned if you took your sweet time to make it there.
You made it to his apartment in under ten minutes, which if you had to say, was the quickest you had ever ran in your life. Stopping outside, you bend over as you pant, trying to catch your breath after all that sprinting.
Walking up the stairs of the rundown building, you cringe when you see a literal rat scurry across the wooden floors. Disgusted, you hurry your way up the stairs, actually terrified you’d fall through.
Making it to his door, you go to knock before seeing the door had already been open. Taking a deep breath, you push open the door and prepare for the worst.
Upon opening the door, you are immediately hit with the strong smell of vodka and cigarettes. The combination of the two together was enough to make you gag, but you held it in as you walked in, closing the door behind you.
“Dabi….” You trail off as your eyes finally land on him. He was only in a white tank top and some black joggers, an outfit that would have been very sexy if you didn’t notice the distraught look on his face. He was slightly bent over his counter, a glass of what you assumed was vodka in his hand.
When he turned to look at you, you noticed his red, puffy tired eyes. Now you knew something was up. Walking closer to him, you dropped your grocery bag on the floor and joined him next to the counter.
“What happened Dabi?” You ask softly, eyes searching his face before meeting his blue eyes. He had only stared back at you quietly, and after a few more seconds he sighed and downed the drink in his hands. You noticed that afterwards his shoulders sagged.
“She’s dead y/n” He whispers, eyes staring at his empty glass. Gripping the table tightly, Dabi shakes as his rage starts to build up. “She’s dead and it’s all my fault” The soft, scared tone he had earlier, vanished quickly and turned into an anger filled tone.
You watch as he turns his whole body to you, his anger filled eyes staring down at you, and for a second, such a look being aimed at you had made you uncomfortable. The way his blue eyes seemed to have blue flames in them now, or how the room had gotten 10x hotter added to that growing uncomfortableness.
“Just calm down, tell me what happened” You state, not liking how things were turning out. You didn’t even know what was happening, so sitting here without the slightest clue had only made you worry more. “You aren’t at fault for anything, just-”
Your body freezes when you hear the shatter of glass, your eyes widening as you watch Dabi’s body shake in anger. “Calm down you say?’’ He repeats your words with a much harsher tone, as narrowed as he turned to face you, chest rising and falling in anger.
The way his eyes burned into yours had you shifting back and forth on your feet. You had just watched him throw that same glass he was drinking out of earlier at the wall in front of him. It shattered into a bunch of pieces.
“It’s all my fucking fault for even getting close to her’’ He rants, now pacing the tiny apartment. “I knew even talking to her was a big risk but FUCK” He slammed his hand against the counter, going quiet as he retreated back into his mind.
You take small steps in his direction, acting as if you were approaching a wounded puppy, which in a sense you were. “Dabi, don’t you dare blame yourself for this. Whoever killed her is to blame, putting this all on you isn’t right”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up” He continues to mumble, “ you have no idea what you're talking about, since last I knew, you were still single and lonely.” He didn’t look at you while he spoke, “So that means you wouldn’t clearly understand what I was going through” He snapped at you, hands still gripping the countertop.
You take a deep breath, you knew he was just saying these things because he was hurting, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. But this wasn’t about you. Dabi needed you in this moment, so no amount of harsh words would make you leave when you knew he needed someone right now.
“I know you're hurting” You start off, taking confident steps towards him until you stand right in front of him. “And, if it makes you feel better to take it out on me, then go ahead. If that means yelling, throwing things or even calling me names”
Dabi slowly turns his body towards you, looking down into your sincere eyes. “You can do all of that, but I’ll still be here for you, because I am your best friend. It would be pointless if even me, someone you are really close with, can’t help you out during a crisis” You finish off.
You notice how his mood changes again, and his shoulders sag once more. “I’m here for you” You whisper as you close the gap between the two of you, your arms wrapping around his body as you pull him into a comforting hug.
“ I was just starting to like her y/n, I thought that maybe she and I could work” His arms wrap around you in a tight hug, placing his head in the crook of her neck. You feel the tears before you hear them, and it honestly breaks your heart.
The two of you slowly drop to the ground, holding onto each other like your life depends on it. You hold him tightly as he cries, rubbing his back soothingly. You relished in the fact that you were holding Dabi, a small smile coming onto your face. You made sure he couldn’t see it, though.
It was bad, you knew that, but just being able to hold him in your arms was enough to make you happy. Being close enough to breath in his scent, which mostly smelled like burnt cigarettes and heavy cologne, but that didn’t matter to you. It still smelled nice either way.
After a few more minutes of holding each other, Dabi finally pulls away and wipes his tears, a small smile on his face. “ Y/n, have I ever told you, you're my best friend and I’d be hopeless without you?”
While it was a compliment, it had only hurt you in the end. You didn’t want to just be some best friend, you wanted to be more than that. Someone he could love and cherish, but you knew that maybe that wouldn’t happen. “I’m always here for you Dabi, through thick and thin”
He tugs at your wrist lightly, helping you up as he leads the two of you back to the counter. “We both need some drinks after that” He gestures to the glass that still lay shattered on the floor. “It’s the best vodka I could steal” He mumbles as he grabs two new glasses for the both of them to use.
Pouring the two of them some of the vodka, the both of you pick up your glasses, clinking them together just because. Taking a deep breath, you drink the shot, the burning feeling it left afterwards made you shake your head in disgust. Yet Dabi had looked unaffected by it.
“To be honest y/n, I was just trying to find someone to love in all this chaos” Dabi states with a sigh, his hand gripping his glass lightly. He turns to look at you and chuckles, “But that didn’t seem to work out” He says sadly.
Maybe it was the vodka in your system, or maybe you were just tired of tiptoeing around him about your feelings. “I think you’ve been looking in the wrong places for someone to love, hell maybe the person right in front of you already does”
The silence that followed after your statement had made you nervous, and instead of looking at him, your gaze shifted to the floor. Alcohol sure does give you a hell of a confidence boost.
“Y/n...Did you mean that?” Dabi asks, his eyes staring at you for confirmation. When he noticed you wouldn’t even look at him, he finally understood.
You had liked him this entire time.
As his brain worked to put the pieces together, he found himself taking steps towards you. His head was screaming that maybe, just maybe that this was too soon. His mind was telling him that this was wrong, that he had just found out a girl he had liked had been murdered. But, again,the alcohol in his system was making his heart feel some things at her confession.
His heart and head battle it out, wondering what the best decision was.
In the end, he found himself cornering you, placing both of his hands on the counter in front of you, cadging you in. “Didn’t know alcohol made you this bold y/n” He whispers, studying your face.
He had wondered why it had taken him so long to figure out that you were beautiful, always there for him and putting up with his bullshit. You were the only one who truly knew him and he looked over the simple fact that maybe you were a good match for him.
You had frozen in front of him, not expecting him to get this close to you. It makes your face feel hot and the hairs on your body stand up. “Well, guess that's a good think huh?” You say back, your eyes staring into his fiery blue ones.
Your long time crush was now standing in front of you, possibly going to act out on his feelings and you felt nothing but happiness. You had been eying him since you had walked in his apartment.
Like how his black joggers fit nicely on his legs, and now his white tank top was tight against his chest, leaving little room for you to imagine. His toned arms free and currently flexing on the counter next to you had you practically drooling.
His face was close to yours, which gave you the excuse to stare at him even more. His black hair was messy, pointing in almost every direction. A small teasing smirk was on his face, his eyes looking you up and down. Not to mention that the staples and purple parts of his body had only made him sexier.
He was the hottest man you knew, and he was hovering over you.
“Is.. Is this okay?’’ Dabi asks, gazing into your eyes as he asks for permission, leaning in just enough that your lips brushed together, but still not what the both of you wanted. “Tell me now if you want me to stop”
You think about his question, and while there wasn’t anything to think about, your mind goes back to yesterday night. The night the girl he liked was killed.
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“Please.. I’ll do anything! I’ll never speak to him again.. Please” The scared voice of the female in front of you did nothing but piss you even more. Her shaking figure though, had made you happy.
Swinging the bat in your hand you shake your head, it was too late for things like that.
“He’s mine, and I’ll be sure to kill anyone who tries to come between us. And that's a promise” You say, swinging the bat full force at her.
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You nod, “Duh, wouldn’t have it another way” You say lowly, before your hand comes up to his cheek and pulls him into a kiss, one that you have been waiting forever for.
He presses his body against you, his hands going to your thighs as he hoists you up onto the counter. He had wanted to be even closer to you, so he settled his way between your legs and deepened the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips were rough, but against your soft ones they were a perfect combination. You had waited so long, for just one kiss.
And all it took was murder.
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