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weirdkpopgirl · 1 month

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Stealing Kisses | Dream Reaction #14

Reaction: When their gf steals a kiss from them

Genre: Fluff, slight angst in some

Warnings: insecure thoughts, kinda suggestive, light making out in Jaemin's, kissing (obviously lol)

Word Count: ~3.1k

Author's Note: This idea came to me last week I think, and I thought it'd be fun to write. I think you guys like this type of stuff too lol. It was also nice to write something sweet and fluffy, a break from my recent stuff. Hope you all like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I'm currently have a few fics I'm working on. But I'm going to try writing some shorter stories for the members and group things to fill up my second masterlist.

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mark

The two of you were lying side by side on his bed, your gazes fixed on the ceiling. Mark was sharing his late-night thoughts, and you were listening attentively. Nights like these were a regular occurrence, mostly because Mark often had something weighing on his mind. Though it was usually just him recounting his busy day, tonight things seemed to carry a more serious tone.

“Sometimes, I’m just really not satisfied with myself,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Like so many people are relying on me— with the company, 127 and Dream. Then there are the fans too, I don’t want to fail them. But no matter how much time and energy I put in, it’s not enough.”

You carefully processed your boyfriend’s concerns, trying to put yourself in his shoes. It was so easy to say he was just overthinking and shouldn’t worry so much. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, given that you faced similar struggles. Those dismissive words weren’t what either of you needed to hear. Mark was undoubtedly the most hardworking person you knew, but you understood all too well the feeling of never quite doing enough.

Before speaking this time, you opted for a different approach of consolation. You shifted around to gently place your hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. With closed eyes, you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips moved slowly against his, hoping he could feel the comfort of your touch. Soon enough, Mark’s hand rested comfortably on your back, reciprocating the affection.

You stifled a light giggle as you pulled away, catching his slightly confused expression. Offering a small smile you used your thumb to caress his cheek reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, Mark,” you whispered sincerely. “You might not think so at times, but I’m always so proud of you.”

And it was those words that caused water to gloss over Mark’s eyes. Then he was pulling you into a much-needed embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he mumbled, “Babe, I love you so much.”

Though you didn’t necessarily need to return the words for him to understand, you still said you loved him too. He deserved it, after all. He deserved every bit of love, understanding, and support. And you were more than willing to give it to him, wholeheartedly.

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renjun

You emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cut mango in your hand. Renjun was sitting at the table, fully absorbed in the watercolor painting in front of him. Seeing him use the paint set you got for his birthday brought a smile to your face. He was so engrossed in the activity that he almost didn’t hear you sit in the empty chair beside him.

Renjun momentarily glanced up from his artwork to greet you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied quietly, carefully placing the plate of fruit on the table. The two of you shared a smile before his attention was on painting again.

For a moment, you paused to admire the way his focused expression softened his features, making him even more endearing in your eyes. You always found joy in watching your boyfriend immerse himself in the things he loved. Renjun consistently poured his heart and soul into everything he did, and that dedication was one of the many reasons your relationship flourished so beautifully.

After a few minutes passed by of you silently observing the boy, you leaned into place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush followed.

“What was that for?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.

You simply shrugged in response before confessing, “Just thought you looked cute.”

Renjun’s soft chuckle was like honey for your ears, and you couldn’t suppress a smile. “Oh is that so?” he teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes even as his gaze softened when he looked at you.

Now it was your turn to feel shy, heat naturally rushing to your face. Without a word, you reached for a slice of mango and lifted it to Renjun’s lips, quietly offering the yellow piece of fruit to him. Lucky for you, his eyes sparkled with fondness as he accepted the treat.

However, he didn’t waste the chance to quickly steal a kiss from your lips, before taking a bite. Your eyes mirrored the surprise he had experienced earlier, and Renjun laughed now the tables had been turned. He savored the sweetness of the mango, just as he savored the sweet moment shared between the two of you.

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jeno

You weren’t exactly expecting to return home to Jeno sprawled across your sofa. It was late at night, and you technically should have been back in your apartment much earlier. However, you got caught up in helping your friend rehearse for an audition and lost track of time. If you had known your boyfriend would be coming, you definitely would’ve gone home sooner.

After quietly removing your shoes and shedding off your jacket, you carefully crossed the room to check the man resting on the couch. He looked so peaceful with his eyes blissfully shut and the pillow he held close to his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but frown, thinking about how he must’ve been exhausted from work. While he never complained, you usually saw through his facade.

With a barely audible sigh, you fetched a cozy blanket to drape over him and tucked it snugly around his sleeping form. Leaning down, your lips pressed to his forehead and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. You straightened up, ready to start your nightly routine before heading to bed yourself. However, you froze when a warm hand tugged at your wrist.

“Don’t go,” he murmured, almost sounding like a child begging his mom not to leave.

The unexpected sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. “Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized sheepishly, turning back to see him.

He shifted over a bit to give you some space, and you sat down beside him. Without thinking, your hand subconsciously moved to stroke his hair gently. He hummed at the sensation, appreciating any sort of affection from you.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” he said softly, leaning further into your touch. “Do you always kiss me when I’m asleep?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted quietly, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

A small pout formed on his lips in response. “You should just kiss me when I’m awake so I can give you one back.”

His words would’ve sounded playful if they hadn’t been spoken in such a sulky tone. But of course, you sort of expected this reaction from Jeno. Chuckling softly, your embarrassment gradually began to melt away.

Moving your hand to caress his face, you casually said, “Well you can give me one now if you’d like.”

With your permission, Jeno happily sat up to pull you closer for a kiss that made your head spin. Nonetheless, it was a tender moment that left you both with silly smiles as you parted. Afterward, you took his hand in yours and suggested you both move to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

Later, as you cuddled up together in bed, Jeno smiled to himself as he felt a rush of love he felt for you. Even though it was past one a.m., he still found himself falling for you all over again.

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haechan

To say the least, Haechan was a little restless just chilling in his apartment with you. Usually, he liked being at home, especially with your company. But the original plan for today was to have a lovely date at Han River, which was forfeited due to the ongoing thunderstorm outside. He regretted not looking at the weather forecast beforehand.

So to cure his self-proclaimed “boredom,” Haechan proposed the idea of playing the pepero game. At first, you tried to decline, knowing that you’d be signing up for endless teasing and blushing on your part. That didn’t sound very fun to you.

“Oh come on, babe!” he pleaded, shaking the pepero box. “I won’t be annoying this time, promise.”

Knowing he was going to keep whining until you agreed, you reluctantly set aside the book you were using to ignore him. “Ugh, fine. But just this once!” you conceded, holding your pointer finger up as a warning.

Haechan grinned triumphantly as he tore open the bag inside the box to retrieve a Pepero stick. He moved to where you were sitting on the couch and lifted the chocolate-covered treat to your lips, gesturing to open it. With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly complied and took the stick with your teeth. Haechan took hold of the other end, his eyes already sparkling with mischief.

As the two of you started nibbling, Haechan promptly contradicted his earlier promise of not being annoying. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you hesitated after he took the next bite, leaving only a few centimeters left. No matter how often you had been in close proximity with your boyfriend, there was something uniquely captivating about the way his warm tan skin was adorned with scattered moles, and how you could get lost in his deep brown eyes. Seeing those features up close always stirred a weirdly fluttery sensation in your heart.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy already, (Y/n),” he teased, his words slightly muffled by the long biscuit between his teeth. You merely glared at him in response, unwilling to admit how easily you were influenced by him.

To rebel, you decided to make a bold move of your own this time. Despite your racing heart, you seized the opportunity and bit the remaining piece, but not without planting a swift kiss on his lips. Haechan froze for a moment as you pulled away. A laugh escaped when you saw that he was too stunned to speak. Well, that was one way to shut him up.

Feigning innocence, you asked, “That’s what you wanted, am I wrong?”

It didn’t take long for a grin to spread across the boy’s lips. The initial shock of your unexpected move kiss was replaced by a look of impressed amusement. In the next moment, his right arm encircled your waist, drawing you close once more. You didn’t even have time to blush before his lips began to explore every exposed inch of your skin.

“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers tangling your hair. “But I love it.”

You giggled, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. Maybe you’d be more inclined to indulge in games with Haechan now, knowing they’d end up like this.

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jaemin

In the solace of his apartment, Jaemin observed you interact with his cats in the living room. Usually, he’d be cooing and snapping a hundred pictures of you and his children. However, he wasn’t very amused at the moment.

Na Jaemin never thought he’d be jealous of his babies until he saw Luke rubbing against your leg and hopping into your lap. Your giggly response and the way you tenderly stroked your fingers through the feline’s soft white hair, certainly didn’t make him feel any better. Although he loved his pets dearly, seeing them snuggle up to you so easily made him feel a bit envious.

“Hmmph, it seems like you’ve become more fond of Luke than your own boyfriend,” he scoffed, not even bothering to hide it.

You looked up, noticing how he was resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the couch’s armrest. His body language fully displayed his discontent, and you tried not to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you returned Luke to his siblings and tugged the collar of Jaemin’s hoodie to pull him in for a sweet kiss.

Any negative feelings dissipated instantly as his heart fluttered at the touch of your lips against his. Warmth spread through him like wildfire. But before he could reciprocate the kiss, you pulled away with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Does that make you happy?” you teased, gently pushing him back to give yourself some space.

Adoration shined over Jaemin’s eyes as he grinned. “Hm, I think another one would make me even happier,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before you could even respond this time, Jaemin was already leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying between you. One of his hands rested on the nape of your neck, allowing him to press his lips harder against yours, while the other was placed firmly on your waist. Though you were initially caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy.

As you melted into each other’s arms, Jaemin was reminded once again of just how amazing it felt to be loved by you. Honestly, if he could have one wish, he’d probably wish to kiss you forever.

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chenle

The steaming pot of oxtail soup stared up at you, and you lowered the heat to let it simmer some more. It was your first time cooking the Chinese soup. But recalling how your mom used to make it when you were younger, figuring it on your own hadn’t been too difficult. Although you were mostly confident in your culinary skills, you still wanted to be sure.

“Lele, can you come here for a sec?” you called out to your boyfriend who was probably playing some mobile game in the living room.

You could hear rustling sounds, and soon the sound of slippers padding against the wooden floor reached your ears. “Smells good babe,” he said, shuffling over to your side.

Something about seeing Chenle waddle into the kitchen, wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood over his messy hair, made your heart strangely beat faster. But instead of ignoring that feeling like you usually did, you decided to act on it this time.

After dipping a spoon in the red broth, you raised the utensil to his mouth. “Taste it for me.”

Chenle complied, allowing you to feed him some of the soup. You tried to suppress a laugh as a smug yet impressed expression appeared on his face. However, before he could give you his feedback, you swiftly leaned in to give him a peck.

The male froze for a moment at your actions. You chuckled softly and hugged his waist, as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. A part of him wanted to tease you for stepping out of your shy image, but he also found himself enjoying it a little too much.

“Did you like it?” you asked, glancing up at him innocently.

Chenle’s cocky grin widened as he leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as he used his pointer finger to gently tilt your chin upward. “Wait, let me taste it again to just be sure,” he teased.

It didn’t take much for you to understand that he was not talking about the food. You simply smiled as his lips brushed against yours before he went all in. Shivers danced down your spine as you melted into the electrifying kiss. By the time you finally pulled apart, Chenle was smiling like an idiot.

“Hm, that was delicious,” he breathed, earning a playful smack on the shoulder from you. Even though you had started it, his comment was unnecessary in your opinion. Was he trying to kill you?

Trying to recover from your now flustered state, you returned your attention to the brewing pot on the stove. Chenle’s laugh rang through your ears, and then he was squeezing you into a backhug. It was those types of moments that reassured you that being with Chenle could never be boring.

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jisung

Amidst the dark sky, the street lamps cast a soft, golden glow as you walked back to your apartment. Jisung strolled beside you, holding your hand securely. Occasionally, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how tonight had been another lovely date, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you neared your apartment building, you felt Jisung’s fingers intertwined with yours tighten. A sense of reluctance washed over him, realizing that he wasn’t ready to say goodbye tonight yet. Your presence always brought Jisung a sense of warmth that made him the happiest when you were together. He wanted to experience that just a little while longer.

Pausing in front of your door, your eyes widened when you were pulled into a tight embrace. Jisung seemed clingier than usual this evening, but you honestly couldn’t complain. You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your nose press against the oversized hoodie he was wearing. The scent of the perfume Renjun recently bought for him filled your senses. It wasn’t bad, you thought to yourself.

“I miss you already,” Jisung murmured, his chin relaxing against your head.

The soft longing in his voice left your heart melting. These were the types of words you expected to read in texts from Jisung. So hearing them in person was even more touching. A smile tugged on your lips and you pulled away slightly to glance around, ensuring there were no cameras around. Once you confirmed there were no prying eyes that might stir trouble for either of you, you reached up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Jisung’s lips.

He blinked in surprise, heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as the unexpected affection registered through his mind. Any kiss from you always made his heart flutter and left him wearing a shy smile. Nonetheless, witnessing the fondness in your eyes as you were blushing too was irresistible for Jisung.

Chuckling he moved his hand to gently pat your head. “Cute.”

You blushed a little at his words and squeezed in one last hug before he reluctantly released you to head inside.

“I love you, Ji,” you said quietly, glancing back one last time to ensure he heard you. He exhaled shakily and said he loved you more.

There was an unspoken sadness shared between you, both feeling the weight of the parting. The two of you were uncertain of when or where you’d meet again. However, you found comfort in the knowledge that the love you had with Jisung was too strong to let too much time pass without seeing each other. In the meantime, you would cherish those precious memories together.

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#nct dream #nctzen #kpop #czennie #nct dream imagines #nct #jeno #nct dream fluff #jaemin #renjun #mark #haechan #jisung #chenle #nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #7dream #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios

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appleblueberry-pie · 3 months

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Sweet Yandere Satoru Gojo Headcanons

I want to steer away from the regular Yandere Satoru Gojo for a second. I feel it is very common for us to believe that he is, in fact, deranged, selfish, hilarious, confident in his caretaking abilities, and nearly unbearable to be around.

But I also believe in Yandere Gojo Satoru, who almost seems like a sweet angel to you. I mostly want to pull this thought from when he was in high school so that you understand what I mean.

When you two first meet after the last class of the day, Shoko and Suguru already left him behind, not wanting to see him blend his possibilities of ever pulling a girl into a mango smoothie to be digested and never return.

You had your stuff packed and heaved your stuff onto one shoulder before you felt a soft tap on your other. You turn to face Gojo, your classmate you just met this morning and see how shy he looks. It feels like a thousand pounds weigh on his eyeballs to keep him from looking up at you. You're so beautiful, and he stared enough at you for this whole day. But for you two to link eyes??? He doesn't think he'd stand it. He's so scared to speak up.

"..........um......." His voice is soft and a little wobbly. He picks at his fingers. You tilt your head in concern, questioning his behavior. "Gojo?" God, he wants you to say his name again. He glances up at you, bringing his eyes back to the floor. But then immediately looks back up, linking eye contact. The tension in his face visibly disappears when he finally lifts his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are so pretty, you think to yourself. "Um.......oh...I-I just wanted to ask if we can be friends...? It's ok if not."

From then, a (slightly twisted) beautiful relationship bloomed. Gojo loved to watch you sleep. It was his form of therapy. Just watching you snore, vulnerable, and relaxed made him want to be with you. He wanted to breathe the air that you exhaled. He wanted to be in your skin forever to stay warm, in the comfort of your body for as long as he could.

He sighs longingly as he stares at you outside of your window. He looked very weird standing alone on the outskirts of the dorm rooms, peeking into a blocked window.

Everyone knew that he liked you. And everyone assumed that you knew that he liked you. It was hard not to see it. Every time you left, his eyes glossed over as if he were departing for college away from his parents for the first time. And when you came back, his grin held the shine of a thousand sun's, eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

He always bought and/or brought snacks for you, knowing you liked them. Whatever you wanted, he got for you, unless you gave him explicit directions not to. Chocolate? Chips? Gummie snacks? Cookies? Specific crackers? Seltzer water? What flavour?? He has 7 different kinds.

He learned to drive just to take you places. It felt like little dates, but you never thought too much about it. If you needed help with homework, he always knew exactly how to teach you how to do it. Need help with training? He'll spar you for as long as you like. Need a change of clothes? You can use his, and he'll take yours to wash them for you. No?? Too weird????? He'll apologize profusely, scared to death. He didn't want to ruin what you two had.

If anyone speaks about you in any way....platonically or romantically, he won't do anything in that moment. He'll pout. Hard. Keep silent and glare at whoever is talking. Will imagine killing them, but would never do so. He knows it would affect you and your relationship with said person, and the last thing he wants is to make you unhappy. The most he'll do is hack all of this person's personal accounts on their phone or computer or just delete everything they have in general. He'll be petty. He would probably get to harming people when he's in his mid-twenties. But we're not there.

You kind of like him, too. He's so bright, his energy is attractive, and he gives you so much attention and affection. It's hard to turn that down. You love how honest he is.

You try not to get lost in his eyes, knowing you'd never come back. His puppy eyes are so killer. You can never ever say no to him. No to cuddles?? "Pleeaaaasseee?" He'll softly say, a soft frown on his face, big big blue eyes distracting you from your homework. You turn away from him immediately to not fall in, but it's too late.

"Satoru...." You trail off. But then you sigh and get out of your seat, and he gives you that pretty smile once more.

You tell yourself that he's so cute more than you'd like to admit. You realized that you have a crush when he drove you out to the beach, burgers in hand while you sat on the warm sand. He turns to you with that nice smile once more and says how nice this is to be alone and spend time with you.

You turn to him and recognize his white eyelashes kissing his cheeks. His cheeks had a soft red blush to them when he realized you were staring. And his lips that you forced yourself to look away from. His white hair that framed his face, his eyes that made you smile whenever wrinkles showed at the corner. I think I love him, you say to yourself internally.

You look back down to your burger, quietly adjusting the tomatoes on there. "Yeah." This time, your eyes gloss over, and you keep silent. Satoru takes a bite of his burger, and the waves continue crashing.

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saiidahyunie · 4 months

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worth it

minatozaki sana x reader ; fluff fluff fluff

synopsis: you’re sick, and sana will do anything to nurse you back to being healthy again.

wc: 2k

a/n: to the anon that got jealous because of this, don't worry because this sana ver. is made just for you!

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you were literally fine the day before, but all of a sudden your body just started to hurt.

having to leave work early was already bad as it is, but as soon after you got home, your stomach started to feel funny—it also didn’t help that your head was throbbing with a headache for most of the morning.

after a quick trip to the bathroom that saw the contents of your chipotle order down the toilet bowl, you had to raise the white flag for today as you changed into the most comfortable clothes that you could find, slot yourself in the warm comfy bed, and have a cold wet towel draped over your head in an effort to try to sleep off the effects of the medication you took after your sudden throw up sesh.

your eyes slowly open to the sound of the doors opening and closing in your house, catching the attention of the bedroom door being swung open to see your girlfriend walk in the room with two cups of hot tea. you propped yourself against the headboard of the bed, taking off the damp hand towel that was over your forehead as sana places both of the cups next to you on the nightstand.

“you’re up early.” you mutter to her, softly smiling as sana places her hand on your forehead to check your temperature as she pouts her lips at your tired state.

“wanted to make something warm for you, good for the body.” sana replies while holding your hands, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles as you turn away to cough out the annoying mucus that was congested up in your lungs.

“how long was i out for?” you ask sana as she hands you the cup of honey ginseng tea.

“i got your text around three, and i went to get some stuff after work.” sana replies in between sips of the cups of tea together, humming in approval of how good it tasted despite being piping hot.

“i came back home to see you already sleeping, so i let you be and knocked out on the couch for the night.”

you let the back of your head hit the headboard lightly after she told you that she had to sleep outside and away from you. you missed your girlfriend’s presence in the bed sleeping peacefully next to you, giving a sad expression, looking down at your hands as sana lifts your head up to comfort you.

“sorry for getting sick, it sucked being alone here on the bed without you.” you mumble as sana softly laughs at your apology.

“it’s okay y/n, everyone has to get sick once in a while, so maybe it won’t happen the next time.”

you giggle.

sana then stands up, leaning forward to give you a kiss on your forehead, stopping her with your hand as she pauses her movement for a second.

“i don’t think you should kiss me right now, you might get sick too.”

sana whines through her closed lips, “fine.” retracting herself as she grabs the two empty cups from the nightstand.

“i called off work for today, so i will be in your personal care, my lovely patient.” she playfully says, nodding at her pledge for the day, walking backward out of the room and to the kitchen.

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spending the day without work left you antsy to do something about it, but with sana at home with you, you told yourself that it wouldn't be so bad as she made it her mission to pamper you back to full health.

she comes back with a small tray of the familiar aroma of food that captured your nostrils while you just sat on the bed scrolling through the various group chats of your job, replying to emails and texts about certain projects and deadlines.

“aw for me?” you ask out as sana laughs, approaching closer to place the tray on your lap. the wooden tray was plated with a nice small batch of scrambled eggs, two slices of french toast, and half of a mango. there were your go-to foods for a good breakfast so your heart melted at the effort that sana did, applauding quietly at her cooking creation.

“breakfast in bed for the sick person!” sana says proudly as she hands you a fork, digging into the eggs first, your tongue tasting the nicely seasoned pieces as it swiftly went down your mouth, taking a swig of the bottled water that sana had grabbed from the mini fridge that was at your desk downstairs.

sana then grabs one piece of the french toast, splitting it in half for a quick bite as she hums in approval of her own cooking, you kitting your brows together as you just watched your girlfriend steal a piece of the food that was made specifically just for you.

“i was gonna eat that after you know.” you complain as sana just shrugs her shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bed as she just watches you continue to eat with so much love and care in her eyes and body language, tasting the delicious food.

“you’re such a good cook sana.” you compliment her by finishing the last bits of your food on the plate.

“i try my best, but i appreciate the positive feedback.” sana responds as she takes the wooden tray away from your lap, walking back out before you stop her again.

“wait!”

sana then turns around as you were about to get off from the bed.

“since you’re not working, can we do whatever we want today? just at home?”

sana happily nods at your request, “i have a few things that we can do today baby, just let me put this back and i’ll come back to you.”

“okay!” you beam out like a little kid as sana giggles at the sight of you kicking your feet together off the bed as she heads her way out to the kitchen.

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you usually don’t like spending your day at home, mostly because you want to keep yourself moving and if you’re not able to do that, your overall mood and energy would be at an all time low.

the long hours were spent doing numerous activities with sana. first you laid in bed cuddling with her watching the new percy jackson series on disney plus. sana being the hardcore percabeth shipper even though they were just covering the first book but she read the entire series along with you so she was happy that they had the cute moments regardless.

after, you two migrated to the living room where you and sana finally finished that lego flower bouquet set that was a gift from mina for sana’s birthday. you laughed while you watched sana struggle separating a lego piece because of her slightly long acrylic nails.

“this stupid lego piece is annoying!” sana groaned out as she handed it to you to try, taking it off seamlessly just by gripping the piece with your fingertips. sana scowls while you had a dumb smile spread across your face.

“that should be it for the set.” you say, putting the last petal of one of the flowers together, layingthe final product flat on the table. “want me to make dinner for you babe? i owe you for that breakfast in bed special.”

sana softly smiles at your offer, humming out loud as her way of saying yes.

“you sure you can cook, even if you’re still sick?”

“i’m almost back to full health, now that i’ve spent most of the day with you.”

—

sana sits across from you as she watches you work your magic in the kitchen, the pan blowing a small flame as she’s left in astonishment, lips salivating at the thought of what you might be cooking for her. you step away, letting the food rest for a bit as sana looks at you with those big brown boba eyes of her, lips pouting as she was getting hungry by the second.

“aw baby, it’s almost done. i just have something to ask for you.” you say comfortingly, palm placed flatly on sana’s cheek, her hand over yours as she tilts her head like a sad puppy.

“what is it y/n?”

“go wait in the bedroom for me, i’ll serve the food to you there.”

sana listens to your request as she steps away from the dining table, heading to the bedroom as she turns the tv back on to watch spy x family.

—

sana finishes the last five minutes of the episode as she sees you walk in with a silver tray, loaded up with what you were cooking and she is left in surprise at the main course you presented.

“is that!?”

“a little bit of lobster and crab. your favorite.” you answer, placing the tray on the bed, next to your girlfriend as she places a cloth in her shirt to cover.

you crack a crab leg, letting the white meat simmer in the smoke before feeding it to sana, her eyes closing as she clearly likes the crab and lobster you cooked while continiously handing her small pieces for her to eat.

“tasty?”

sana hums in approval as the two of you finish the rest of the food that’s left on the plate. you two talked about sana’s work day after she got the news from you that you got sick. rambling on about helping a nice old lady outside the market that was nursing three kittens, insisting that she had a friend who can take them off her hands.

you couldn’t help but fall in love a little harder for her when she finished up her story, eyes beaming with so much joy and hope while sitting next to her, indulging in her flawless features as she meets your eyes, face flushing as you continue to gaze at sana with laser focus.

“the story isn’t all that but i’m glad that you’re invested babe.”

“how could i not be, it’s one of the many things that i love about you.”

sana’s gaze softens as she scoots herself over to you, placing her lips loosely on your jaw, pushing her away, still worried that your sickness might get on her.

“sana.” you tease, “i know you’re deprived of my lips on yours but please, i don’t want you to get sick.”

sana lifts herself off of you as she lingers her fingers on your hand, slightly sad as she knows the temporary restriction of your condition.

“not even one kiss?” sana asks, her eyes and lips turning into that pleading face—the same exact emoji that she would spam while texting you, furrowing your brows together with cheeks bunched up, trying your hardest not to smile.

“fine, just a couple times.” you surrender as sana jumps at you, peppering your face with her lips, composing yourself as long as you could but laugh at her smooth hands hold your face in place.

“sana! o-okay i get it stop–ah!” you tried to break free from sana’s pressuring body. sana not stopping her relentless tethering as she guides your lips to hers for another longing smooch. sana leans back with content, flashing a mushy smile, sinking back into the covers as sana cleans up the tray with the cracked shells of the crab and lobster.

“i was missing one thing from you, but i feel better now.” sana says to you as she plants a kiss on your forehead.

“you’re a handful, but i love you.”

—

not even a week later, and you couldn’t help but smile walking down the hallway to the bedroom door. opening it to a greeting sneeze as you see sana on the bed, blowing her nose with a napkin as she obviously looks congested.

you sit right beside sana, handing her the big cup of honey tea she gave you last time. chuckling as sana drinks up the lukewarm beverage.

“so was kissing me while being sick worth it?”

sana looks at you with her eyes half closed, faintly smiling as she sniffles again scrunching her face cutely.

“totally y/n, and i’d do it again and again.”

#saiiidahyunee #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff #sana x reader #twice sana #minatozaki sana

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༊*·˚ FOREVER BEST

— ꒰ premise ꒱ — your husband toji reminds you who his forever girl is. — ꒰ pairing / fandom ꒱ — fushiguro toji x afab reader (jjk) — ꒰ warnings ꒱ — explicit nsfw! established relationship, dirty talk, breeding, baby making — ꒰ word count ꒱ — 4.4k

You feel like time is taking longer than you anticipate.

The pregnancy stick stays on the table as you stay close by. You’ve been all over the place in the room, either pacing back and forth or fiddling with your fingers as you sit quietly in bed. You force yourself to take a deep breath as you wait a little longer. Does it usually take this long to know the outcome of the test?

Will you know if you are pregnant or not before he comes back?

Your phone chimes somewhere in the room and it’s the timer you set alerts you. You pick up the pregnancy stick, having done this before a couple of times. The anticipation grows. You just hope that the outcome is something you’ve been hoping for so long.

The second you look at the pregnancy test, a weight sinks into your stomach. A cloud of despondency aches in your chest. It’s the same outcome you had on the previous attempts. A result that you’re tired of seeing after several tries; not pregnant.

You think of Toji and Megumi. Their faces flash in your head. You don’t know what to tell them about the test, especially your husband. You and Toji haven’t talked about expanding the family two years after being married to each other. You hope to surprise him because Toji’s the man you love with your whole heart and soul. You thought if you and Toji keep trying, you would eventually fall pregnant. But it seems that the time right now isn’t the time yet.

A youthful, boyish voice greets you from downstairs. You realise that time has passed and Toji and Megumi have returned from grocery shopping. Megumi calls for you once again; he’s looking for you. You know that your little boy gets sad if he can’t get to see you as soon as he arrives home. “Welcome back!” You greet from upstairs.

“We’ve got the stuff,” Toji says. Megumi repeats after his father enthusiastically.

“I’ll be down with you guys in a second.”

You discard the pregnancy test in the bathroom’s trash bin. You don’t think Toji would notice the contents inside or pay any attention to it. As long as it’s out of sight and out of mind, you can at least move on with your day despite the disappointment. Right now, you need help making dinner for your hungry boys.

* * * * *

After reading a bedtime story for Megumi, you return to your room and Toji’s room.

Reading stories to Megumi is your favourite part of the night. Little butterflies flutter in your stomach and love blooms in your heart whenever Megumi calls you mommy. You may not be his biological mother, but you treat him like he’s your flesh and blood. You remember when Toji introduced you to Megumi from the very start of courtship, stating that he and his son are a package. The moment you met the little boy, who was only three, you felt protective of him.

When you enter, Toji has gotten out of the bathroom. You think he must have taken a shower whilst you were with Megumi. Your husband smells of sea salt in his hair and mango on his skin. You think the scent suits him rather well, despite his physical appearance; large, muscular and tall like a tower. “What’s tonight’s bedtime story about?” Toji asks when he sees you.

“It’s about Rumpelstiltskin.” You reply. “Gumi’s worn out tonight. He told me he’s been chasing Yuji, Nobara and Sukuna during a game of tag today. The energy level is pretty low.”

“He told me about that too,” Toji says casually. He glances at the corner of his eye at you as you mindlessly brush your hair at the vanity table. The reflection of your face in the mirror tells him that you’re much occupied at the moment. Toji contemplates his thoughts, whether he should speak up or not. Unsure how he should react to your confession. Or your reaction even.

After giving it a little more thought, he decides that he should.

“Baby,” Toji calls you using one of the nicknames.

“Hmm?” You turn around and your expression changes. The second your eyes land on the object in his hand, you freeze. Toji’s holding something that looks familiar to you. Your eyes widen, standing up from your seat, and your mouth gaping. “Toji… I–”

“What’s this?” Toji asks. His staring suspends the silence in the room for so long.

He knows what is in the possession of his hand. The pregnancy test you did earlier. You were certain that you did dispose of it in the bin before he came back. Memory fails you; you certainly did throw it away, right? In the bathroom’s toilet bin? It should have been but somehow it’s in your husband’s hand. Your heart palpitates inside you loud.

Toji knows what it is, but he waits for your answer. He’s got a hunch because it’s obvious what it is. Still, he wants to hear it from you first. You’re like a deer in headlights as you stare at him with a doe-like look in your eyes. You look away with a solemn expression. He knows from that look, you’re not sure what to say to him. Guilt rises in you at every mere second of quietness from you. Toji’s towering height looms above you and fingers are on your chin when you haven’t looked at him for a while. He gently lifts your face to look at him.

“Talk to me, doll.” Toji coaxes softly. For an intimidating man, he’s always tender with you. His green eyes have you captivated and it’s difficult to look at anything else but see the worry in his gaze. “Take your time.”

You exhale softly, “I thought I would be pregnant. Guess that it didn’t happen this time.”

You stopped taking birth control pills when you and Toji tied the knot a year ago. Your gynaecologist said the effects would wear off over time to let your body adjust to the change. You weren’t sexually active with previous partners until you met Toji. The two of you are protected most of the time, relying on condoms and birth control pills.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always wanted to build a family of your own. And when you meet Toji for the first time in a bakery a few years back, he’s everything that you love and dream of. It didn’t matter if Toji had a wife before and an infant was Megumi, you still wished to marry and grow a family with Toji. A family of you, Toji, Megumi and maybe three more children; your family of six, surrounded by the people you love.

It’s only been a year since you and Toji did it without protection. You don’t know if you should tell Toji what you think of yourself. Scared that it may be true when you finally say it out loud. You don’t know if you’re ready to accept the truth after all this time. “I… I feel like I’m not upholding my duty as your wife, Toji.”

Toji doesn’t say anything, and the bedroom stays quiet. A heavy sigh escapes out of you with an unspeakable truth you yet need to tell him. It’s been consuming you with guilt, hurting you, and it feels shameful to finally say. You force out a tiny smile and try to avert your eyes elsewhere. What would it mean for you and Toji? What would it mean for the dynamics of the family? You think about Megumi and your lips quiver just a little. You can’t give the family you want Toji to have, and you can’t give Megumi the siblings he can grow alongside and make memories with. I’m sorry, Toji.

Emotion wavers in Toji’s green eyes as he stares at you. Toji thinks to himself, recalling any times that he ever pressured you to give him another child. You’ve done so well for him and Megumi. You accepted him and loved him like he’s your flesh and blood. You never showed distaste for him the minute Toji revealed his secret to you. You’re so kind, so wondering even now. And especially to him; for accepting that his past happened and giving him a chance that he deserves to be happy.

“C’mon here,” he softly says. The moment you come forward into his embrace, Toji’s arms secure you and hold you around your fast. You press yourself into him, you are buried in his chest. “I’m sorry if I ever pressure you about this, lovebug.”

“You didn’t, Toji.” You mumbled. He feels you resting the side of your face on his chest. “I just… feel like I’m not good enough to give you what you want.”

A tear trickles down your face, forcing you to shut your eyes. Your arms tighten around your husband. A finger is placed under your chin, titling your face up and Toji’s lips meet yours. He kisses you delicately, cupping your face in his hands and it feels like you’re gravitating towards him, tipping on your toes to press your lips onto his deeper.

When the two of you pull away from each, you feel the heat of his mouth and his breath fanning your lips. “Don’t ever say that,” Toji whispers, resting his forehead on yours. “You and Megumi are all I ever want and more.”

Toji swipes away the tears on your cheeks and plants a kiss on your forehead. “And you’re more than good enough for me. Never forget that.”

You smile at him. Though it’s still desolate, you feel a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. “I just want to grow a family with you,”

“We are family, baby. You, me, Megumi and the dogs.”

“I want to extend our family. For Megumi to have a brother or a sister that he can grow up with.” You say. “Megumi’s mum gave you her little blessing.” And I want to do the same.

Sometimes, you feel disappointed in yourself in comparison to Toji’s previous partner. Even though she’ll always have a special place in your husband’s heart, you know that Toji moves forward with you. You can tell that Megumi’s mother is a wonderful person hearing from your husband, though not that it creates jealousy in you. You respected her and you’re glad that she gave birth to such a beautiful boy like Megumi.

You hope that you can do the same for Toji too. To watch Megumi play along with his potential siblings, whether that would be playing together or arguing as siblings would do.

You look at your husband. His brows furrowed, green eyes focusing down on you. Toji is quiet and for a moment, you’re worried you’ve said too much. Parting your lips, you’re ready to speak up but Toji gets to you first.

“You want me to fuck a baby into ya’?” He chuckles lightly close to your ear. There’s a glint in his eyes and he caresses your bottom lip. The heat from his thumb sends shivers down your back. “Hm? Is that it? Wanna make me a daddy another round?”

You blush under his gaze. His grip tightens on your hips and you feel his face close. Toji towers over you and you feel tiny underneath him. Almost curling into his embrace. You feel his face close, his breath hot on your mouth. Toji’s chest vibrates when he lets out a throaty chuckle. Fuck, he mumbles. You’re so cute.

Toji smashes his lips on yours and it nearly knocks the breath out of you. You instantly melt into the kiss and his arms, letting him take the reins of what comes after.

He lifts and scoops you off the ground. Bridal carrying you to your haven and his. Neither of you breaks the kiss, still in the moment of heat and passion. Toji lays you on the bed and soon crawls on top of you. He doesn’t stop peppering kisses on your skin; from your lips and down to your jugular. You feel his hands around the waistband of your pyjama bottom and kindly lift your hips so that he can pull them off smoothly.

Toji breaks off the kiss to look at you, though it doesn’t last long. The second kiss that crashes on you is needier and devouring. Like he’s ravaging you with his very last breath. Your hands grip his biceps as you pull him as close to you as possible. There are moans in the room and you’re unsure whether it’s from you or him. But they mingle together in breathy gasps and throaty groans.

Toji unbuttons your nightwear and you feel slowly exposed to him. The silk garment brushes against your skin, followed by your husband’s large hand warming you up. “No bra tonight?” He asks, caressing your bare stomach and waist down your body.

“I didn’t feel like wearing it.”

You see the way Toji’s mouth curves up into a smirk, a naughty one. Bringing himself forward to your aching breasts. When your nipple is in his mouth, your husband suckles and lets out a pleasuring groan. It has you squirming underneath him. Hot and wet by Toji’s tongue with one nipple. Being fondled and lightly pinched by his callous fingers on the other. You can’t move around with your husband’s weight on top of you – not that you wouldn’t want anything else but to be underneath him.

“How long have you been wanting this, hm?” Toji towers above you. A whimpering moan from you replaces the response you’re supposed to give him. Your head’s spinning in pleasure.

“I gotta prep you first before you take in Daddy’s cock. Gotta loosen up that tight pussy of yours before we start. That okay pretty girl?”

You feel the tip of Toji’s fingers tracing your labia and it has you squirming. Slippery and sticky against his calloused fingertips. He glides his thumb between your folds so easily till it reaches your little pearl. You whimper and squirm on the sheets, tempted to close your eyes to feel more pleasure.

“T-toji…” Your chest rises up and down. Soon, you arch your back the second he slips a finger into your hole. Plunging in and out slowly. You feel more arousal flowing as he continues, not long after Toji slips a second finger in and does the same. “Oh, oh!” You gasped.

“Good girl, that’s it,” Toji praises you. “Nice and wet for your daddy, hm?” When you no longer feel him inside you, Toji lifts his hand mid-air, showing you the glistening, clear liquid on his skin. He shoves one digit, then two into his mouth, licking them and pulling it out with a dramatic pop. “Wish I could have a taste of you. But I’m running out of patience.”

Toji is off the bed to pull down his pants and he soon returns in front of you. He’s fully naked and glowing under the bedroom lights. He grabs you by the thighs, aligning your cunt between his cock. The sight of his broad chest, muscular biceps, sharp outlines of abs and the V-line has you speechless and in awe in anticipation.

You watch as Toji fists his cock in his hand, coating it with his leaking precum. He shuffles himself forward and aligns himself between you. Holding both your legs by the thighs. You feel his member hot and pulsing on your folds. Blood rushes through your veins and your clit twitches excitedly. You look up at Toji, coloured eyes in mixtures of lust and trust.

“I love you,” you confess a little breathless.

Toji looks at you with a smile, his expression gentle and he caresses the side of your face. “I love you too beautiful.”

Your breath hitches when Toji pushes himself bit by bit, breaching into you. You moan and Toji groans when he’s finally bottomed out. You’re trying your best not to squirm at the feeling of him adjusting his throbbing member. The world spins around you, squeezing your husband’s dick inside you. It’s not your first sexual act with Toji but it always feels as if you’re learning new debaucheries with him. When you see his green eyes, you can see that Toji’s holding himself back. Clench jaw and shallow breathing. And he still smiles down and cages you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing to him.

“I’m okay.” Your voice softens. Toji starts moving his hips slowly, stretching you out and letting you adjust to him. Custom to his forgiving thrust. Both your legs are unsteady for you to put your feet on the bed. “Gentle?” Toji asks.

When you shake your head, Toji chortles. “Good girl.”

After a couple of thrusts, he begins to move at a pace you’re familiar with. It’s consistent, impactful force thrusting that soon morphs into a relentless speed that has you clawing and gripping onto the sheets.

“There’s my beautiful doll,” Toji praised. “Taking daddy’s cock eagerly, letting him fuck you. Letting me breed you fully.”

You whimper, feeling the bliss you’re fed with. Wanting to arch your body up against him. You like that, huh, Toji questions. He smirks above you and you think he purposively thrust himself into you with a little more force than his previous attempts.

“Wanna be my baby mama, huh? Is that what you’ve been thinking the whole time?” Toji asks. Your face feels hot. His grin grows wider and wider, almost sinister, when you nod eagerly. “Making me a daddy a second time like I’ve always wanted? Gosh, you feel so good.” Toji moans a little. “The moment I first saw you. The moment I introduced you to my son. The moment I decided to make you mine. That’s when I’ve always known you are meant to bear my children.”

Toji holds both your legs by the thighs and pulls you towards him. He continues to plunge himself, thrusting faster at ease. Your head tilts back with a moan, clawing the spaces next to you, gripping the sheet above your head. You feel your thighs push onto your chest as Toji towers above you. He might as well fold you like a carrier seat if possible.

“Oh my god, Toji.” You sound breathless. He fucks you like he’s on a mission. Not missing the opportunity to get you pregnant and be his baby mama. The idea of you sharing a kid with Toji genetically warms and cools below your belly. You know that he would make a good father.

“Fuck, I feel you trying to grip me.” Toji’s jaws tighten. He huffs through the thrusts and you watch his upper body move underneath the bedroom lights. “But you’re dripping, doll. Look at you wetting my cock and letting me slide in you so easily.”

You can imagine Toji’s view when he looks at you; moving up and down in bed, bouncing breasts with every thrust. He hits your spot every time, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix. And when Toji spreads your legs a little more, you feel every rigid, vein of his throbbing member inside you.

“Let’s try this.” Your husband suddenly says. You’re confused when he stops but the moment Toji slips his arms under your back and has your legs pushed up to your chest, he swifts you up. Earning you a yelp at the loss of gravity but you immediately forget about it when Toji resumes.

The new position has you slicking more with arousal. Toji chuckles and thrusts himself harder, faster which has him cursing under his breath about how good you feel. Your legs are dangling over his shoulders, with thighs pressed onto your chest and trusting Toji to secure you in place.

“You wanna come?” The room echoes Toji impaling you. “Yeah? Fuck – come with me together. I know you’re close.”

You whimper in response. Toji’s thrusts are starting to be sloppy and he is close too. Every impact he impaled on you has your head spinning and squeezing your cunt in excitement. A wave of shock hits you, convulsing as you reach your orgasm. “T-Toji…! ”

Through your climax, Toji still keeps on going before he reaches his orgasm inside. As soon as he pushes himself in with a hard thrust, Toji groans in your shoulder. He comes inside and you shudder at the feeling of his load. Toji rocks his hips gently and lays you down back on the bed at last.

You run your fingers through his hair as Toji rests on top of you. His fingers trace your side and the two of you are content with the quietness and warmth of each other and from one of the most mind-blowing sex you ever had.

You rest your eyes but hear what Toji says; “we have many more rounds to go, doll.” He shoots you a devilish grin. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet. I need to make sure you’re filled with my load of come for weeks to get you knocked up.”

* * * * *

“Oh, thank you for bringing the plates, Gumi, baby.”

Megumi stands you his kiddie plate after he finishes his dinner. Though he’s only five years old, Megumi adopts the habit of helping you and Toji every dinner time. You and Toji take turns doing the dishes; today’s your husband’s turn to do it tonight. The water runs at the sink as you pass the used plates and cutleries to Toji.

You feel a tiny presence next to you; you smile down at Megumi. “Do you want to have your bath later?”

Little Megumi nods. He then points to your husband, “Wanna help Baba dry the plates.”

“‘Course you can, bud,” Toji says. “It’s you and me against loads of dishes tonight.”

Megumi lets out a little ‘thank you’ when you hand him a drying towel. He steps up onto the child-friendly stairs and stands next to his father. Soon after, the two of them are in their world together, talking to each other.

Your heart flutters and you smile for the nth time tonight. “I’ll go get the bath ready.” You announce. You kiss Megumi’s temple and leave a couple of kisses on Toji’s clothed back. “Have fun you two.”

“Love you, mama!” Megumi yells. Despite walking away from the kitchen, you hear Toji’s distant voice. What about me?, he asks Megumi. You try not to laugh when his son says that he loves you a little more than Toji, and your husband gasps in pretend betrayal.

Out of sight from the two of them, you’re now alone on the way to the guest room. There’s something that has been on your mind. When you enter the room, it gives you the space to think. It’s been almost a month since you told Toji your desire for a baby. He’s been nothing but amazing to you that night; tending to your carnal needs, giving you the most intense pleasure and orgasms that has you sore for a couple of days. You blush to yourself when a memory of you and Toji that night comes to you, and a reminiscing smile blooms on your face.

You’ve had sex with Toji so many times but for some miracle, it hasn’t knocked you up yet. Despite how good Toji fucks and makes love to you that night, you might not necessarily be pregnant from it. It may have been a few weeks ago and if you remember correctly, your regular period should be arriving in a couple of days.

You look at the pregnancy test in your hand and think to yourself. Could it detect your possibility of being pregnant before your period starts?

You used the guest bathroom and did what the instruction said on the test kit. Once you’ve peed on the stick and set your timer, you have to wait. The pregnancy test stick is left in the bathroom on the counter, whilst you stay in the bedroom.

The door knocks. When you look at the door, you see that it’s been opened and Toji sticks his head in on the other side. He must be looking for you. “There you are. I thought you would be in Megumi’s room for bathtime.”

“I will be in his room soon. Just needed to do something before that.”

Toji strides towards you. His fingers lace in your hand, holding you as he studies your face. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” you flash a smile. “I… I’m waiting for the result of the pregnancy test.”

Toji squeezes your hand gently. “No matter what the outcome turns out to be, I love you. You know that. If you ever need a reminder, I can always do a repeat of what happened a few weeks ago…” His voice trails and gives you a raised brow of coyness.

You laugh and playfully nudge his ribs. Toji pulls you into him and wraps his arms around you. “Quit teasing me, Toji,” you say.

“Can’t help it when you’re my forever girl, couldn’t I?” He chuckles. The two of you stay with each other and hold. Indulging in the quietness and letting time pass by. You’re so thankful that Toji and Megumi are in your life. A family that you couldn’t ask for anything better.

The timer on your phone tells you that the wait is over. Toji lets you go and gives a nod, reminding you that he’s here for support. You let go of his hand and disappear into the bathroom, not long after emerging there. With the pregnancy test clenching in your hand, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale. Toji grabs your free hand and the caress of his thumb on your skin soothes you.

You cover the message of the pregnancy test with your thumb. When you look down at the test and remove your thumb to stop it from covering, you see the revelation. Your breath shakes as you place your hand over your mouth. You didn’t think it was possible.

“What is it?” Toji asks. You look at the stick in your hand, then at your husband, at the pregnancy test again—your open still gapes, surprised at the news in the palm of your grasp.

You turn the stick to face him, revealing what shocked you. It’s Toji’s turn to be surprised. His green eyes widen and before you know it, he scoops you in his arms and lifts you. The room is filled with surprised laughs and giggling excitement.

You and Toji live in the moment and when he holds you, Toji rests his forehead on yours. Thank you, he whispers and you’re thankful to him as much. Your wishes have come true.

You’re pregnant.

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Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

hihi ty for being patient angel 🥰️ i def took some liberty w. this one, but i think i like how all of them turned out; you gave me a tall order but *clenches fist* i survived 💛💛💛 anyway, ty for requesting hope you like it :)

3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.

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elexaria · 3 months

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brother’s best friend! johnny & simon pt 3

the journey back to manchester was daunting, seeing the same old architecture from your past felt like a punch in the gut. the phone call you make to simon was awkward, it was just to tell him that.. well, you would pop by to see him. didn’t tell him anything else, didnt even mention you left years ago.

after checking into a shitty little hotel with the little money you had, you made your way to the pub simon said he’d be at, and where johnny mactavish would also be. mactavish. it’s been a really long time since you’ve thought about him, and it feels strange to know you’ll get a glimpse of him as a 26 year old man, as opposed to the pimply faced teenager you remember.

“the strongest stuff you have, please.” you say dryly to the bartender, who glances at the clock— it’s barely noon, before looking back at you again. “joking. you got any J20?”

with your little bottle of orange and mango juice and a thin paper straw, you nestle down into a booth, pulling out your phone as you begin your wait. simon did say his train would arrive at around 10am, so where was he? that’s fine, the pub at least has free wifi you can use to mindlessly scroll through. and scroll, and scroll and scroll and scroll until—

“fancy seein’ ye here, wee riley!”

you glance up from your phone, mouth agape as you look dead straight at a grown up, scruffily bearded johnny mactavish. “jesus christ—“ you mumble under your breath, eyebrows furrowing at how.. massive and grown up he is. he grins down at you, still standing. “what? gonnae give me a hug or whit?” he chortles, wiggling his thick unruly eyebrows around you. yep, it’s definitely still the same old mactavish brother you remember.

“ye look different than when we was wee bairns. yer definitely the better lookin’ riley.” johnny grins as he shoots a playful wink at you, taking a big swig of lager to parch his thirst. your eyes flit to the beer foam that sticks to his moustache, which makes you giggle. “you’ve got a lil something on your moustache. you saving it for later?” you tease, motioning to where the foam sits on his face.

“yeah, soap, you savin’ that for later?”

if your head had turned around any faster, you’d have probably broken your fucking neck. simon.

he’s… he’s so different now.

rising from your seat, you glance up at your brother with a nervous gulp. you can tell from the way he glances down at you that his heart is damn near close to bursting when he sees how grown his baby sister is, she’s not the little chubby cheeked scamp he remembers. but he quickly shoves the emotions down, his shoulders squared up as he watches you draw closer to him.

“simon,” you mutter quietly, biting your lip as you awkwardly hug his side. it’s been so long, you almost contemplate whether a hug isnt appropriate. a handshake? awkward fist bump? simon grumbles, patting your back as he reciprocates the hug with the same awkwardness. johnny cringes slightly at how uncomfortable you and simon look.

you find out that johnny is known as sergeant soap, while simon is simply lieutenant ghost. “yer brother’s fuckin’ brilliant on the battlefield, he’s saved my arse more times than i can count.” johnny grins, nudging his shoulder into simon’s, who just simply looks down at his drink with furrowed eyebrows. you nod, chewing the inside of your lip. “why do they call you soap?” you ask, tilting your head at johnny. he howls with laughter, shaking his head at you. “ye don’t want to find out, lass.” he simply says, shooting a teasing wink at you. you shouldn’t be attracted to that, but it does gets your heart pumping a little faster.

“so, lass, what about ye? any’hink goin’ on in the life of wee riley?” johnny hums out, propping his arms up behind him on the booth’s rim, his muscles bulging out from his tshirt sleeves. jesus christ, he’s ripped.

stealing your gaze from his biceps with a flushed cough, you shrug and take a sip of your drink. “i’m studying for my masters up in leeds. i.. haven’t been to manchester since i left.” you finally admit, eyes glancing over to read simon’s face, which is stoney and unperturbed. johnny whistles, grinning as he nods at you. “leeds, eh? northern girlie, are ye?” he teases, nudging simon yet again. “can ye believe it, monsi? wee riley’s all grown up, doin’ her masters n shit. damn.”

you roll your eyes, feeling a rush of blood to your cheeks as you fidget with your drink bottle. “there’s two years between us, johnny. ‘m not as young as you think i am.” you mutter quietly, your gaze flicking up to read his reaction. he’s still grinning, though he nods in agreement. “aye, canny argue with that.”

simon doesn’t speak much the entire time you’re all there, it’s almost like he speaks through johnny at times. “si’s been wafflin’ on and on about today, ye ken. been lookin’ forward to the ol’ riley-mactavish clan finally gettin’ back together.” johnny says, the two of you glancing over at simon who simply grunts, the corners of his lips twitching up into what looks like a hybrid of a grimace and a smile.

but at least johnny doesn’t make it awkward, always going on and on about whatever floated through his mind. he gives you updates on his sisters, practically glowing when he gets the chance to gloat about becoming an uncle. “the wee bairns, they like me. mam reckons i’ll make a good dad one day.” he hums as he shows you a picture on his phone, one where he’s flexing his muscles while holding twin baby boys like the deadliest missiles that cute tactical intelligence could muster up. it’s cute, the way he lights up when talking about his life, even how excited he gets for your achievements in life. simon doesn’t seem to want to get a word in edge ways.

as the catch-up comes to an end, you awkwardly slide out of the booth, rubbing your hands together. “well.. it was nice seeing you both.” you say on bated breath, a look of disappointment flashing across your face momentarily as you glance at simon. johnny pouts as he stands, patting simon on the back with a solid thwack. “we’ll have to do some’hink together, all three of us. like the good ol’ days.” he says, grinning up at simon, who nods. “spose so.” is all simon seems to add to the conversation, looking down at you.

and as you all exit the pub together, johnny giving you one last hug with a content groan, you give them a small smile and a wave goodbye, asking them to just let you know what they decide on doing.

as you lay down in the grotty hotel bed, curled up between thin sheets, you think about this sudden revelation that the two boys from your childhood aren’t cherubic anymore. life isn’t full of giggles and adventures, it’s ruthless and it’s dangerous. and the sight of your big brother, stone faced and silent, it makes you feel guilty. does he resent you for not staying in contact? has it been too long to attempt to reforge your relationship with him?

with a sigh, you reach out to grab your phone from the bedside table, eyes watery as you check the time. 1am.

ping. you receive a text.

it reads, “hey wee riley, it’s johnny m. we’re thinking abt going clubbing sat night. u remember jamies near the maccies? just lmk if ur interested xx nice to see u xx”

looks like you’re gonna have to pick out a dress for saturday night.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Minju invites you inside her place to have sex. Would you rather watch her undress while following her to the bedroom or undress her yourself?

Undress Under duress

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 2876 words

Tags: teasing, undressing, outfit change, dirty talk, clothed sex, touching and feeling yourself, watch don't touch torture, rough sex, quick sex, standing sex, from behind, hair pulling, self-indulgence, creampie, Minju is the hottest thing ever, literally the sun can't compare, cursing, teased!you

Inspiration: apart from ask, mostly just the outfits and Minju being so damn hot that I can't help myself

(A/N: Lol that was so easy to write wtf. Yes, I'm working on other stuff, especially the 69th idol story, but those take a lot longer than a quick Minju smut.)

“Hey~”

“Hi~”

Terrible flirtatious greetings often lead to rejection and a bit more tequila in your veins. But not tonight. Tonight it leads to horny giggles by you and the girl that just opened the door for you. The two of you met last night at the most cliche college party you have ever been to. A cliche party deserves some cliche pickup lines, you told yourself, and dropped one after the other until this gorgeous girl gave you her number.

“You look good, standing in this door frame,” you slowly hum, and reach for the top of said frame and lean on it with stretched arms, “but I bet you look better laying in bed.”

She giggles again, bright teeth shine through an even brighter smile. She is one hell of a catch. It’s incredible that she fell for lines like this, in all honesty, you didn’t even try, it just rolled off your tongue.

“You want to find out?” she asks and you scan her outfit one final time: the baby blue denim of tight jeans is a perfect tease to hide what you assume are amazing legs. Her fuzzy long-sleeve crop-top looks perfect to tear off of her torso and reveal her collarbone and breasts. The fact that she is not wearing shoes makes it even hotter somehow.

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

Enter the small apartment. It's really not that special, minimal decorations, the typical college student chaos of textbooks and papers, an old couch in the corner. The only thing that catches your attention is a large mirror opposite of said couch. It hides the entire wall, floor to ceiling, thus making the room appear much larger than it actually is.

“Sorry, I didn’t find time to clean properly,” the girl says, her back turned to you for a second. You immediately take this opportunity to hug her from behind, arms firmly wrapped around her small waist and wide hips.

“Don’t worry, Minju, I like dirty things~” you say and place a peck on her cheek. She brushes her hair to the side to give you easy access to her smooth neck, but before you can suck on the skin, she invites you into her mouth.

The taste of juicy mango on light pink lips is a welcome surprise, so you attack her mouth further with your tongue until you find a quick, thrilling rhythm in which your tongues swirl. Saliva is exchanged, heartbeat increased and your fingers already fiddle with the top button of her pale blue jeans.

“Ha, stop,” Minju moans and reaches for your invading hand. “Sit down. I want to give you a show.”

“Oh, wow, I did not expect this. Alright then.”

You take a seat on the couch opposite of the mirror. Luckily, you don’t have to look at your flushed, horny face for long, as Minju steps in front of it and starts to play with her hair. Her pointers twirl the chestnut colored strands. She pulls the curls that form, making her hair bounce, all the while smiling widely and narrowing her fuck-me eyes.

Suddenly, her hands jump to her collar. Minju makes sure you are attentive, that every ounce of your attention is filled with her every movement, before she gradually moves her hands downwards. They glide through the fuzzy fluff of her white crop top, moving slightly up to pass over her mounds, but they never halt.

Minju's insane lack of speed makes you shift forward in your seat. You want to, you need to jump up and grab that stupid white piece of clothing and tear it off. But the young woman just smiles seductively and shakes her head. Her hands continue their slow journey, over her toned abs, that beautiful navel until she finally tugs down her jeans a bit.

The first button pops free. That’s it. She doesn’t drag the denim down, doesn’t remove the prison of her legs. Only a slight tug and you see the hem of her what appears to be black lace panties. Your mind begins to melt. You grab the rest of the sofa, squeeze it, almost break it. It’s all right in front of you, but yet so far away.

“You like it~?” Minju teases with a husky whisper.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” you respond, eager to see what happens next.

You did not expect Minju to turn around. Sure, her back looks good, at least the parts you can see, but it’d look a lot better if you were railing her from behind, without the stupid crop top in the—

One pull and the crop top flies open. You couldn’t see how Minju did it, but by quickly adjusting your posture, you see in the mirror the reflection of her upper body. A black lace bra, very expensive and luxurious looking, covers her modest breasts. When she gets rid of the crop top all together, you drool at the sight of flawless skin on her collarbone, shoulder, arms.

“Minju, fuck.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that said, Minju takes a step backwards, away from the mirror, towards you. Her rear end is still covered by the tight pants, but when you hear her zipper, a rush of hormones and adrenaline engulfs you. Both her hands are at her hips, slowly creeping into the jeans and guiding them down as she bends over. More and more of the hem of her panties is visible, yet she still keeps her ass hidden. God, so close, you want it so much, you are ready to fall on your knees and beg.

Minju catches your gaze through the mirror. She winks and puts out her tongue to taunt you, the deeply breathing, incredibly horny guy a meter away from her butt. Even though she could drag this torture out forever (and frankly, you would sit there and drool forever), she pulls back her tongue and bites her lip.

The firm skin of her cute ass comes into view. A black thong runs in between the well-formed cheeks. Minju lets the pants rest right underneath her butt and straightens her posture. A tiny shimmy, the cheeks begin to wiggle lightly. You are out of breath.

“I know it’s not the biggest, but it seems you like small butts,” she giggles and continues to let her pants fall in short hops. Her meaty, perfectly formed, round thighs make your heart flutter to an extreme you could not have dreamed of. For some reason, the finish was too fast. You can’t just jump up and fuck her now, but it’s exactly what you still desperately desire.

“You are such a slutty tease. I’ll fuck you so hard—”

“This was only part one,” Minju says. Her laughter rings through the apartment as she jogs out of the room.

Minju returns shortly after with a completely different outfit. A simple pink dress with tiny gems spread all over it in simple patterns. The marvelous, mouth watering width of her hips is accentuated perfectly and invokes a want in you, a want to cum inside her. Not only cum inside, but also hold her hips while doing it and feeling her womanhood suck you dry.

“What do you think of it?” she asks and turns around once.

“It’s good, good, but for fucks sake, I want it on the ground,” you grunt.

“Do you know why I like black thongs the most?” Minju asks, completely ignoring your response. Her eyes have this gleam of unbridled sex, as if nothing else mattered now, just raw, primal sex. But yet she still seems cool, unaffected, the lust is not overtaking her.

“No clue.”

“Because you can’t see how wet I am.”

With that said, she grabs the hem of the dress and gently lifts it up an inch. Your orbs widen and focus on her gap. Sure, she might show more of her delicious thighs, but you want to finally see her pussy. You expect her to pull up a bit more, but instead, she moves her fingers to the sides and sways the dress as if it were a skirt waving in the summer breeze. Her cute giggle would fill your heart if you weren’t so damn blinded by how much you hate her tease.

You hate the way your perfectly fitting pants become uncomfortable to wear. You despise the fact that your boxers are ruined by a stain of precum already. You can’t deal with her delighted mood, not at all innocent, but also not uncontrollably horny. Minju is in control, and for some reason, through all your hate, you fucking love it.

“Minju, please,” you squeeze out through gritted teeth.

“Please what~?”

“Please… pull the damn dress up.”

She laughs. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

The pink cotton moves up to reveal her midriff and crotch, the former bare, toned and beautiful, the latter only covered by a thin, ornate thong. It’s sexy beyond belief, but the black barrier still blocks your view of what you imagine is a shaved, wet pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“You want more?” Minju whispers, the bunched up dress firmly in her hands, ready to give you more—or is it just another tease?

“Yes!”

Minju raises an eyebrow at your lackluster answer. “Yes what?”

“Yes, please. Please, Minju!”

“There you go,” she bluntly says and easily pulls the dress over her head, then lets it fall out of her relaxing hand. Tension visibly leaves her entire body, she relishes in your gaze as it wanders up to her bare tits. They are a bit smaller than you assumed after seeing the bra, but your monkey brain wants to reach for them, pinch the hard nipples, and suck on them with reckless roughness. They are perfect, flawless, if you actually think about it.

“I can’t hold it anymore, I need you now.”

The words come from your mouth quickly. You stand up, hands already tearing open your pants, but Minju is a bit quicker. She places her hand on your heaving chest. In her deepest, most seductive tone yet she strikes you an offer that cracks the foundations of your imaginations.

“Before you go at me, hear me out. Either you can stay here, suck my tits the entire night and fuck me once with one of your stupid condoms.

“Or you can sit down again, watch the final show, and I’ll let you do anything to me. You can let all of your frustrations out, fuck me senseless with your hard cock. I don’t care if I can’t walk or talk anymore, I don’t care if I leak your fucking cum all over the apartment. Yes, you can even do it raw.”

You struggle to pull your pants back together. Your cock was almost free, now it’s not only getting blocked by clothes and the short distance between it and Minju’s cunt, but also Minju’s insane offer. Her hand is still on your chest, applying a small bit of pressure. You let yourself succumb to it rather than the spontaneous lust. Fall back into the couch and simply nod.

“I think I know the answer.”

Minju winks and sneaks out of the room slowly, her hips swaying to the point where your head just sways along with them. This time, she stays out for longer, but what even is the time you have to wait in light of what is to come afterwards? Even if she walks out wearing an entire hanbok, you’d wait for her to finish this torturous game, undressing each layer of the excessively large dress.

“What do you think of this~?” the brunette moans as she enters. Your jaw drops and your eyes become unfocused. Minju hit another spot.

“Fuck,” you repeat your new found mantra at the sight of Minju doing gradual body rolls in her final outfit, another crop top and hotpants, both come with a catch.

The crop top is black but slightly see through, to the point where you can make out that she is not wearing a bra. The gray hot pants are frayed at the edges, to the point where you doubt they cover her full. As Minju continues her little dance, you catch glimpses of what is below those pants. Nothing. No thong, no panties, just her juicy pussy lips.

She is skilled however. You can never get a satisfying look at her entrance. These milliseconds are just another way to tease you. The way her hips move, Minju makes sure to not give you enough, to make you more addicted to the drug that is her body. You’re about to burst, in more ways than one.

“You’re doing fantastic,” Minju says and makes her hands go down her waving body, over breasts, abs, thighs, you know the drill. “I’ll give you a look.”

This time, no button is popped open. Minju wiggles the tight gray denim down until it’s loose enough. She drops it to her knees in one motion. Her pussy is finally exposed, free of any teasing blockades. It’s even prettier than you imagined. Smooth, shaven skin around it, pink labia, cute hidden clit.

“Do you like it?”

Nod.

“Do you want it?”

Nod, nod, nod, a million times.

“Then what do you say?”

“Please~ oh my God, please, Minju!”

Your desperate, pleading shout makes Minju stick out her tongue as she gives tiny rubs to her more than wet clit.

“Come and get it.”

Jump up, pin Minju to the mirror. Your cock spring free on its own—nah, she was helping, but what’s the difference really? To her audible surprise, you don’t kiss Minju or remove her clothes. Instead, you pull her hot pants back up and tear them open. They are unusable in public now, but they are more than useful for what you’re going to do with her.

“Hey, those were my favorites!” Minju protests.

“I don’t care,” you growl and lift her left leg up.

“You better don’t care. Use me like a fucking sex doll. No more hesitation.”

“You’re one to talk, teasing slut.”

Align your cock with her entrance. Hot and wet, like your tip already is.

“Fuck, I’ll probably cum immediately. Shit,” you curse and feel like hitting yourself for this lack of self-control.

“No problem,” Minju responds, needily, holding onto your nape, “I’ll make sure to keep your cock warm and clean it so you can repeatedly fuck me.

“Also, I’m going to cum too.”

Piston your entire dick into her with one thrust. She pulls you in at your nape, you pull at her back. The two of you let all of your emotions out in screams and growls, before grunting and moaning when you start to fuck her against the mirror. It rattles each time you force Minju’s butt against it with your pelvis.

You lose your mind to the pressure on your shaft. Minju’s pussy was loose, easy to penetrate at first, but now her walls grind all around your cock. Things get even better when the young woman cums with an erotic, feminine moan. Her cunt milks you, it’s ripple and hotness too much to handle. After mere seconds you burst.

Engage in a torrid make out session as you flood Minju’s tightness with your seed. The teasing session had the same effect as edging. You blast and blast and blast, huge, thick spurts of cum until Minju disconnects her lips to let both of you breathe.

“Fuck, keep it in me. I’ll keep it war—”

“Shut up, slut.”

Your blunt response is followed by an even blunter action. Pull out of Minju and spin her around. With a lewd squelching sound, a considerable amount of your baby batter falls onto the floor before you can plug the hole again. She gasps in shock as you pin her body between you and the cold mirror.

“You’re not going to give me commands,” you grunt into her ear and start to pump your spent, still hard cock into her leaking cunt. Eager to feel all of you, Minju presses her ass backwards until your pelvises meet. Get a handful of her hair while you take her from behind.

“Fuck, that’s the spirit,” Minju babbles through her drooling mouth. You firmly grab her hip to make the fucking easier. Your eyes go to the mirror. The reflection is not embarrassing to you anymore, you feel fucking feral at the sight of two bodies in their prime fucking.

Minju must think the same thing. She can’t stop gawking at her own image, feeling herself, her body getting plowed. This self-indulgence, this arrogance she possesses makes you livid. She only wants to be looked at, her moves, her teases. She acts like you’re not there—although your cock reaches her womb and hits her cervix again and again.

You increase the pace and press her stupidly gorgeous face against the mirror.

“You like your face, slut?”

“Hm~”

“Then make out with it.”

And as Minju closes her eyes and slobbers all over the hot image of herself, you don’t hesitate to slap her hourglass figure to make sure she remembers you. You are there, you were there—and you’re gonna stay for a bit longer, always cumming into Minju’s cunt.

#kpop smut #minju smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #male reader #izone smut #minju best girl please help

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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haii !! for your fluffy friday:

hobie brown x reader and reader got one of those american girl doll baby dolls (i forgot what theyre called) so hobie and reader can take care of it like its a real baby 🤗

Hi, angel! Thank you for your request, hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Reader is pregnant, Fluff.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You and Hobie wave goodbye to Mayday, she pouts in her dad's arms, not ready to go home yet. Baby blues tearing up, her lip wobbles. Peter tries to console his daughter. The portal swirls in your living room, bathing it in a yellow glow. You cringe at how your stuff will fall harshly on the floors once it closes.

"You'll see them again, don't you miss mama?" He bounces her in his arms. Mayday only frowns more at her father's question, emotions running high.

"Mm-hmm, I'm sure your mommy misses you a lot, Mayday" you coo at the toddler, cradling your baby bump. You're about to burst any day now.

Hobie hands Peter Mayday's baby bag, "yeah, we'll just be here waiting for you" he ducks down to meet Mayday's teary eyes, shaking her tiny hands, trying to bring comfort. You grin at the interaction, hormones making you tear up.

"Thanks guys, I really need to get her home before she throws a tantrum. See ya!" Peter makes Mayday wave her hand by using his own. "Say bye bye, Mayday! Hit me up if you need any help, okay?" she finally wails as her dad steps inside the portal. Her cries get cut off by the portal closing.

"Oof glad I'm not Peter right now" you huff, turning around to look for Hobie, "Hobie?"

He crouches down to pick up a baby doll left on the floor. Shaking it in his grip, "D'you think she was crying because of this?"

"I don't think so, she barely played with it" you shrug, wobbling to him, taking the doll in his hands. Still accustomed to taking care of an actual baby, you cradle the toy like it's alive. "We can give it back to Pete next time they visit"

Hobie cracks an endearing smile, he's seen you hold Mayday before with the same enthusiasm but something about you carrying a smaller baby albeit a toy one unlocks something in his mind. He's absolutely excited to have the little one in your arms.

"You look really fit right now" Hobie eyes you up and down, whistling. You make pregnancy look good.

You roll your eyes, "what?" Not believing the words he uttered "my shirt is covered in baby food," you sniff at your collar. "Yep, mango baby food. And I haven't washed my hair in days"

Hobie leads you in his arms by your elbow, holding you close, the baby doll right in the middle of your cuddling, stomach making it hard to embrace him properly.

You suddenly realize what he really meant, knowing him well. Basically reading his mind when he lays his head on your shoulder, tired from chasing around Mayday all over the flat; hand rubbing soft circles over your tummy. The other kneads at the small of your back, massaging the aching muscle.

He's been so supportive the entire pregnancy, even with all your weird cravings and hormone induced mood swings, Hobie was always there to help ease the burden off of you. You've seen him get more and more excited everyday, bouncing all over the flat to get it ready for the baby.

"Yeah? I look good?" Bouncing the toy in your arms, you smirk at Hobie.

"Mm-hmm," Hobie peppers your face with sticky kisses leaving you all giggly and smiley. "So" kiss "bloody" kiss "good"

"Okay" laughing in between "calm down this is the reason why I'm pregnant" instead of pulling away, you encourage him by leaving your own kisses on his cheeks.

After a moment of you attacking his face with your lips, you finally pull away, scrunching your nose endearingly at Hobie with a lopsided grin. His hand never leaves your bump.

"Maybe we should keep this for a few days, might be good for practice" He holds the doll by its foot jokingly. You know he's prepared enough to know how to hold a baby properly.

You chuckle, "not a good start, babe" taking the doll with care, cradling its head, you indulge him.

"I haven't got that swaddling thing down"

"Come on then, let's practice" leading him to the bedroom by his hand with a tired but happy smile.

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probablyasocialecologist · 2 months

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The first great gift that a new civilization can give us is the opportunity to consume luxuries appropriately. This will require a political economy that does not immiserate people by design, but instead provides for universal subsistence & the means to live a thriving life. This shouldn’t be difficult—despite what the apologist ghouls for capitalism are constantly saying—because there is plenty of stuff for everyone and there always has been. That isn't a byproduct of capitalism or industrialism or any other human construct: it’s the incredible good fortune of living on a planet filled with life. We have always had the capacity to live a safe, rich life, and at times we have. We can again, and when we do, consuming luxuries will be that much more delicious because we will do so with a clear conscience. We will no longer need to ignore the unnecessary suffering of others when we indulge in luxuries, an act which warps our humanity each and every time we do it.

#ecosocialism #scarcity

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mango0o0o0os · 3 months

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Guys... I did a nerdy thing... I was talking to Silly about the upcoming Eggstra Work in Salmon Run and I did a lot of research to predict the scenario. So here is my full report, copied and pasted from my DMs (well not, completely copied and pasted, I fixed the texting grammatical errors). Hope it's helpful to you :3

The stage for the work is Marooner's Bay (blegh) and the assigned weapons are Splash o' Matic, S-Blast, Dynamo Roller, and the Classic Squiffer. The specials and scenarios are currently unknown, but I have pieced this report together based on previous runs.

The first and third wave will be high tide or low tide. I'm guessing the first wave will be low tide, the third high tide. The last wave is always normal tide. The second and fourth waves are special waves. Based on my deduction skills, I' m guessing they will be tornado and mudmouths, though I'm not sure which will be which. Keep that in mind. Personally, i would save your specials for the third and last wave.

Speaking of, the specials are probably going to be Tri-Strike, Killer Whale, Kraken, and Triple Splashdown (two long range and two close range). I'm not completely certain which special will be assigned to which weapon, but I did figure out a logical set-up. Kraken and Triple Splash should go to Dynamo and Squiffer respectively since those weapons could get swarmed and not be able to escape easily. Both of these specials are good for escaping and clearing things out immediately. Killer whale is a special that can be used while still using your main weapon, so I would prefer it go to a weapon that can still comfortably attack while it's engaged, that being the Splash 'o Matic. Finally, Tri-Strike will go to the S-Blast, since this special temporarily disables the use of the main weapon and disabling S-Blast would cause the least problems to the team out of all the weapons, plus the strike is long range and S-Blasts have an easier time keeping from being swarmed. You could argue that both Squiffer and S-Blast could benefit from the special tho, so I would be fine if they were swapped (again, these may not even be the assigned specials and even if they were, there's nothing saying they will follow these guidelines).

Tornado is probably the run where we'll grab the most eggs, so we'll need a strategy for it. The basic Tornado strategy should work just fine (the assembly-line thing that everybody does). One person should stay on/near the elevators so they can transport all the eggs up to and into the basket quickly. This should probably be the Squiffer player since they have the range to pick off salmons in case their teammates are struggling. Midliners should be Dynamo and Splash because they are the best at taking out the salmons. Dynamo can roll over all lesser salmons, even Cohocks (and Goldies too, but I don't think there will be any Goldies, though this does mean Dynamos are great for Rush/Glowfly waves). S-Blast can stay near the egg chest and throw the eggs to the midliners. If the S-Blast player is starting to get swarmed, they should use the jump shot since it has a wider hitbox. Also, don't forget about subs. Splat bombs are very effective at clearing away lesser swarms.

I think u can actually throw the eggs up to the basket area (still talking about Tornado), but I'm not sure, the hull of the boat might be too tall. If u can make this shot, go for it. I guess just try to be as efficient as possible lol

For the first wave, know that there is a set number of bosses that will spawn (last time there were 7, resulting in a max collection of 21 eggs for the first wave). Try to get all the bosses in that first wave to maximize your egg count. It will also increase the hazard level quicker, so keep that in mind.

I think that's everything I have prepared, I know I don't have extensive advice on every wave. Just remember to work with your team, don't do anything super reckless, like diving into the middle of a swarm to grab an egg. Try to stay alive so you can progress through the waves. If you play enough, you'll start to get a feel for it and you'll know what's coming (all the boss salmons that spawn are pre-planned, so you can learn that. pattern too). I feel like most of you know most of this stuff already though.

If you have any questions or additional comments, feel free to reblog and add on to this post, or say your thoughts in the comments. Or if you'd like to join up with me for a few shifts I can arrange that as well :>

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #salmon run #eggstra work #mango's saying stuff again #in case you could'nt already figure it out #i will be maining dynamo lol

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

omegaverse nursing

feral omega murder-nanny Jason and pup Damian in the League

Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "YJ accidental baby acquisition":

"Thank you," Tim says, dropping the swab into the evidence bag. Kenley eyes him sourly for a last long moment, then makes a point of looking at Vic instead. Tim feels distinctly ignored.

That's definitely not because Kenley's stopped seeing him as a potential threat, he knows, and can't help suspecting it's that they trust Kon more than they don't trust him.

Or they think Kon's going to be easier to manipulate than the rest of them, given the clone factor, and–

"You're doing good, Kenley," Kon says, giving Kenley another gentle little squeeze. Tim remembers, again, how quickly he had that name to hand. "Want a lollipop or something after this? Gar's probably got some kicking around if Bart doesn't.”

"Why?" Kenley asks.

"This is basically your first doctor's appointment," Kon says reasonably. "Lollipops are traditional, right?"

". . . hm," Kenley says, brow just barely creasing assessingly.

"Kon, they've never eaten anything in their life and you want to start them off with candy?" Cassie asks, putting her hands on her hips and looking exasperated by the idea.

"Yeah," Kon replies with a shrug. "Tasting stuff for the first time is really overwhelming, simpler flavors are easier to start with. Not gonna want to order them paneer right now, you know? Maybe get them some of those bottled smoothies to start, actually, on that note. I puked the first couple times I tried eating and I'm pretty sure my teenage stomach was more capable of handling solid food than a kindergarten one is gonna be. Plus sugar tastes good, and Kenley should get to taste something good for their first time."

"Oh, uh, good idea," Cassie says, blanching slightly. Tim empathizes with the urge to backpedal on saying the wrong thing here. Deeply empathizes. He's not sure it would've even occurred to him to make sure that Kenley's first experience with taste was a positive one or that they might have trouble with solid food right off the bat, himself.

Kon's "ours" comment is both making more and more sense and also is probably for the best, at this point.

“What flavor do you wanna try?” Bart asks Kenley, peering curiously at them. “Wonder Girl's favorite is cherry and mine's orange and Robin's is green apple, so you might like one of those or you could try–”

“Mango,” Kenley says, burying their face in Kon's chest and gripping his jacket again.

. . . that's Kon's favorite, Tim knows.

And he'd be a lot less concerned by that choice if Bart had actually mentioned that fact. Especially because mango is a much, much more specific and unusual candy flavor than something like grape or lemon.

#meme #wip wednesday #omegaverse #I have not finished all of last week's WIP Wednesday asks but will that stop me from doing this week? no it will not #also yes this is absolutely the childcare edition of WIP Wednesday #no shame no regrets #wip: yj accidental baby acquisition #little bit cheating this week but shhhhh NaNoWriMo has kicked my ass so we're compromising lol

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turtledovenycx · 5 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 (𝐅.𝐋) 𝟐

🎧Because (Changbin and Felix) - STRAY KIDS

🎧we fell in love in October - girl in red

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖/ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⁀➴ 𝐖.𝐜 𝟒.𝟐𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡! 𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥

“Which flavor?” Felix asked opening the big freezer with different varieties of Ice cream and cold desserts.

After your breakdown Felix convinced you to get ice cream together, trying to be as assuring as he could, smiling softly and taking your hand as the two of you walked to the store.

“Mango,” you say softly as he picks two mango bars and goes to the register.

The evening was cool the wind tickled your red nose making you sniff as you waited for him outside.

“Here you go,” he said pushing the treat into your hands. Silently you opened the pack. The sweetness melting in your mouth, and your headache fading.

Looking back you saw Felix sitting on the footpath his knees bent. He looked up at you and patted the spot next to him. Following him you placed your feet similarly and the two of you ate in silence.

“Want to talk?” he asked, you shook your head 'no' unable to form your feelings into words. He deflated a bit, he really wanted you to speak to him, and tell him your worries but he did not want to force it out. Felix's ears perked as he heard you speak up.

“I broke Minho’s board,” you say softly.

“Is that why you were crying?” he asked eyes trained on yours as you looked down like a scolded child. You nodded, feeling bad again until you heard soft giggles. Felix laughed in a way that made you feel silly, a good silly. He was not mocking you this dude genuinely found you funny ... and cute.

“Oh you’re so cute, don't cry. Hyung does not skate anymore pretty.” the pet name made your stomach flip as you willed your face to stay as calm as it could.

“He won’t mind it was an old board too, I promise, it's not a big deal,” Felix reassured before collecting the waste wrappers. He turned around to see you look up at him.

“Let me walk you home,” he says grabbing his board tucking it in his arms, and waiting for you to catch up.

The community was almost asleep, everyone in the comfort of their homes, lights slowly shutting off on different floors of the buildings as you and Felix make your way to yours.

“My parents fight a lot.” you blurted out, the two of you stopped in your tracks. “The night when you found me crying I had run away. They can get really mean,” you explain not looking at him. “I- I did not break it... My dad broke the board…. He was angry and it all happened so quickly that I could not stop him. Just like I can’t stop them from fighting...... I'm sorry.” arms wrap around you once again hesitantly. Felix brought you into his embrace once more.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay hmm? Does he hurt yo-” he asked feeling protective of you

“Oh god no, they just say stuff,” you say, scared to talk too much.

"What made him so angry?"

"He- I came home late? I'm not sure. He got so angry when I told him I skate now." you sniffled remembering your dad call your friends junkies, what if he stopped you from coming here?

“I love skateboarding, I don’t want to stop. I love it, I love hanging out with you guys.” tears slipped through your eyes again.

“You don’t have to stop. Ever. In fact, I'll come to pick you up every day... I mean.. if you want that?” Felix whispered a little embarrassed at his final statement, even though the two of you were standing in a space with no one in sight. You let out a breathy chuckle, "No, it's okay."

At his assurance you felt better, you looked up to see his eyes on you, the space between the two of you almost negligible.

For a split second his eyes fell onto your parted lips before quickly turning to release you from his hold. He missed the soft color on your cheeks, your face feeling warm despite the breeze.

“Are you okay now?” he asks looking back to see your building, lights on in your apartment.

“Yeah, I should go home before…” you say you did not wish to leave. not wanting to leave him, he walked you to your balcony.

“I’m gonna go in.” but before you could climb over the small gate he held your hand.

“Lemme take this,” he said gently removing the bag from your grasp with the broken board. "I'll give it to Hyung."

“Please, tell Minho I’m sorry, I can pay him back... I can-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I told you he won’t mind. Hyung has a new board he barely skates. Don’t worry about it okay?” he smiled, bringing a small smile to your face too. You climbed the fence and looked back to see him turn to leave.

“Felix, I- Thank you.”

He looked back at you the bag slung over his shoulders. He just winked at you before getting on his board and rolling away. That was when you knew for real. You were falling for Lee Felix.

Felix boarded straight home his heart warm, ‘she talked to me, she told me… I made her feel like she was okay… I made her smile.’ the smile never left his face until he dialed Minho to explain.

"YOU BROKE MY BOARD!!!" the elder's voice echoed through his Samsung, okay so he may have lied. Minho absolutely fucking minded that his board was broken, but obviously, he wouldn't let you know that.

"Hyung, you have to let me explain." the bluehead tried to calm the furious guy on call. good thing he didn't go to hyung's apartment.

Minho was definitely going to be mad but who cares when he remembers you smiled at him. The Cat dad calmed down once Felix explained your situation, his worry drifting to you, asking if you were okay to which Felix proudly said "I made sure she was fine."

Falling for Felix was also easy like befriending him, and it happened quickly.

Now when you visited the ramp your eyes searched for the cotton candy blue hair. You tried to stare without him noticing you, blushing when his eyes caught you - it has happened too many times too- Han catching on quickly and teasing, you sometimes too loud on purpose so that Felix looked over to the commotion.

"Careful..." his deep voice whispered close to your ears. too close you could feel his breath hit the top of your ears. You were currently in his arms, one foot still on the wayward board. Someone had accidentally pushed you too hard, that someone being Han who thought it would be funny to push you like you guys were some high schoolers. You would have fallen if it wasn't for Felix, who came running as soon he saw the scene go down.

"That wasn't funny Ji, She could have been hurt," he told Jisung who was standing across from you. He had a nice jawline... you thought as you looked up to see him glare at Jisung,

"You okay?" Jisung asked you ignoring the scolding from Felix and Chae.

"I'm okay, I wasn't ready sorry it's my fault." you quickly release yourself from his hold and get off the board.

"No, it wasn't." you heard the Aussies deep voice.

"Don't get your boxers in a twist we were only playing." Han scoffed after making sure you were okay.

Felix rolled his eyes before he was pulled away by Chan.

“Haha he likes you,” Han whispered to you earning an elbow to his side. It was fine because you liked him too, you just did not know how to say it.

You were getting good at skating too, finally learning to get on and off, braking and gliding.

Felix helped you a lot more now, after the ice cream trip he was progressively spending more time with you.

Always walking you home (sometimes using lame excuses like I’m on the way even though everyone knows his home is two blocks from your building), helping you learn tricks, and most importantly coming out at night so that you are not alone when things get too much at your place.

He held you on nights you cried and then made you cry from laughter on nights you were feeling better. You slowly began opening up to him, telling him all sorts of things that happen at home, at your university, in class. He became a second presence to you, always having backup headphones and enough change for snacks. and never complaining when he had to sit with you all night on some days. Felix enjoyed this hangout as much as you did, he didn't mind he had to sacrifice sleep as long as he got to listen to your voice.

Time flew and the feelings between the two of you grew though they remained unspoken.

One particular incident was when the group was resting, chatting about this and that when Felix placed his head on your shoulder. You froze turning your head to look at him, eyes closed peacefully and basking in the sun, he stayed like that till everyone got up to leave, and a faint blush dusted your cheek.

They were obvious to everyone now that there was something going on between you both . It was bolder, lingering touches on your waist, always placing your hand in his while walking with you. It became a need to be always close to each other, sitting side by side with the group.

A few weeks in one day you reach the park Hyunjin's spare tucked safe in your arm, you now borrowed boards from each of them so that you do not have to take them home.

“Hey, Chan.” you greeted him as you walked into the skate park. As usual, you scanned the park for a glimpse of Felix. Weird last night that he had said he would be there.

“Hiya” Han called you over to where he sat,

“Hey,” you say walking over to him but still looking around.

“Where is Felix?” you asked, as you put your stuff on the bench. Han grimaced slightly before looking at you.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Felix is leaving..”

“What?” you felt your old anxiety rise,

“He is leaving?" The question is more rhetorical, it should not hurt you that much but it did. The sadness also arises from the fact he did not say a word yesterday to you when you met him.

“Yeah, I think so… I’m sorry I thought you knew,” Han said realizing that you might actually cry right now.

“You okay?” his hands reached for yours.

“Yeah, ahem- yeah I’m fine, it’s just a surprise. Where is he?”

“Not sure… I can ask…” you nodded before turning to Chan who had walked over to the two of you. Throughout the whole day, everyone tried to make small talk with you but your silence persisted. Chae even offered to buy you sweets and later insisted on walking you home.

“He won’t leave without saying anything,” Chase reassured you. After Felix and Hannie, Chae talked the most to you. You provided a small smile nodding at her, even though Chae was reassuring the whole group was worried as Han dropped the news and Felix had vanished.

“Yeah of course…. Thanks for walking me Chae,” you say keeping the goodbye short. Before returning home you looked through the window again, catching a glimpse of Chae’s red hair reminding you of the long-haired boy.

“Dude, your friend was at the skatepark.”

“Who” you ask abandoning the book you were reading to look over at your sister who was hanging her coat in the room.

“I don’t know his name the one with the blue hair.”

Felix?! Did he come back? Did he come to say bye?

Thoughts rushed into your mind as you slipped on your outfit and slipped out of the room. You sprinted to the skatepark not wanting to miss the chance to see him … maybe for the last time. The thought scared you, you did not want to lose Felix, not Felix. You had lost the comfort of your home, your peace of mind, and your parents. You saw the tuft of blue hair disappear as he rolled down the ramp and he emerged on the other side side stepping off the board.

“You’re leaving?” you ask approaching him as he braked and got off the board.

“Did Han tell you?” he asked, you nodded “yes.” there was a moment of awkward silence. A moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you say reaching him. He stayed quiet eyes trained on you.

“You didn’t come for four days, were you just gonna leave like that?” your own voice sounding doubtful of itself. Felix had no obligation to you, you did not even know if he felt the same way for you, why would he tell you if he was leaving?

“I wasn’t -…” he cut off as you started speaking again for eyes looking everywhere but his.

“Don’t leave please,” you whispered drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t leave, Han is gonna miss you it might break him, Hyunjin today promised to show you his book if you stayed and Chan almost cried. Chae promised to break your legs, Bin and Seungmin are… everyone will just….”

“And you?” Felix stepped closer to you,

“Hmm?” you say confident you had misheard him.

“What about you, when I leave?”

“I will be sad about not having you here too.”

“And?” another step closer, your feet stay rooted.

“I will have to console Han.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“I… I don’t know.” you mentally slap yourself,

“That’s it?” he asks the small smile falling from his face, he was close to you now towering over your figure as you stared into his eyes.

“What else is there?” you whisper his eyes bore into yours as you got distracted by his freckles.

“Nothing else?” he spoke lowly, hands gripping your elbows softly.

The words on the tip of your tongue. Come on spit it out, this may be your only chance. But you couldn’t. Fear of rejection. Fear, in general, stopped you from at least trying to get what you wanted the most right now. Felix.

He sighed before stepping away, “I-... I think about you a lot.” he says stopping himself from continuing but his words were a reassurance you needed then.

Felix turned around and grabbed his board ready to walk away as he felt you grip his forearm and turn his body to face yours again.

You could not say bye to him at least not without showing him how you felt so you took hold of his face, and leaned on your toes to press your lips against his.

The board fell from his grasp as you scrunched your eyes tight. Felix first thought he was dreaming, but after his hands felt the soft fabric of your jacket, he knew he wasn’t, you were right here. Kissing him.

He moved his arms to wrap around you as you pulled away heels touching the floors again. You caught your breath looking at him, hands bunching up his t-shirt’s collar. He leaned down to capture your lips once more between his, a small sound of surprise escaping you as he held your face. The lights of the park turned off signaling it was late at night yet the two of you did not separate.

Kissing Felix felt less scary than you thought, his lips were so soft and he tasted like the watermelon-flavoured gum he chewed a lot. The two of you pulled away and his eyes shot open to find yours closed still. Your heart was beating and it could be heard in your ears.

“I like you,” you say loud enough for him to hear. Just him. Your eyes were still closed as you continued “I will miss you. A lot and I can’t leave without letting you know how I feel, I will regret it. I like you Felix.” he placed a peck on the tip of your nose, coaxing you to open your eyes. You did to find his forehead touching yours as he smiled.

He pecked your lips once more. “I really like you too,” he whispered. The words he said lifted a weight off you, relief flooding at the prospect of him reciprocating his feelings for you.

“You do?” you ask, his arms now held onto your waist as you move farther away to look at his face.

“I do. I like you so much,” he says not a hint of doubt in his voice. The butterflies in his stomach would not settle as he saw your eyelashes flutter at his confession. It was like you were willing yourself to believe. The momentary happiness dissolved as you remembered he was leaving, Felix frowned as your smile dropped.

“When are you leaving?” you ask pulling away completely his board was by your feet so you picked it up needing something to fiddle with. And he let you, Felix usually did not like people touching or messing with his board, he once almost pushed Seungmin off the ramp for hiding his board but when you picked it up it felt natural to him, he liked that you liked his board.

“Will I see you again before you go?” you ask, you feel like crying you’ve been feeling so for the past four days. You missed him.

A pause before he grinned.

“You will see me tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and on and on,” he says smiling his toothy smile. “I’m not leaving.”

“What?” you ask blinking as if that would clear things up.

“My family is leaving, they are shifting back to my hometown. I’m staying here.”

He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t leaving! you had confessed and he wasn’t leaving. Wait .. you thought he was leaving oh no you kissed him, you will see him tomorrow and you kissed him.

“You.. you’re not, leaving?” you ask

“No, I’m not.” “But Han,”

“He assumed that I was leaving, I just went to find him and explain before I could talk to the others everyone just thought I was leaving.” he chuckled.

“Oh my god, you’re not leaving.”

“No, but hey it made you kiss me.” he winked but you were mad. You pushed his shoulder his laughter increasing.

“You’re an ass. You could not have told me this these four days or .. or right before we…”

“We?” he was giggling enjoying teasing you.

“We… I feel so embarrassed right now.” he laughed before coming closer to you, you stepped back before he placed his arms on your side.

“Hey, don’t be nothing has changed. I like you.” he bent his neck to look at your downcast eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you were so cute explaining why I shouldn’t leave that I couldn’t correct you. Besides it was high time you told me how you felt.” He explained loving your flustered reaction

“What about you? You didn’t make a move either.” you countered trying to pry out of his arms.

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. You were closed off before and I did not want to scare you away.” it was true at first you were not welcoming to everyone, being pretty reserved and closed off even Jisung had to wriggle his way through that wall you built.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely no laughter this time as he pulls you close once more.

“I almost cried. Thinking you were gonna leave without even telling me.”

“Sorry.” he leaned down to peck you again but you stormed off. You could hear him chuckle behind you before he caught up to your pace.

“Let me walk you home,” he said taking your palm and walking forward. you wanted to ask him but he just walked forward. His finger interlocked with yours. It made your grip tighter.

“Are you mad?” he asked, you did not answer simply walking but you stopped. Felix looked curious as you walked towards him stopping a few feet ahead.

“You are really not leaving right?” you asked, “If this is also a prank I will hate you.”

He smiled before stepping closer and wrapping you in a hug, “I promise I’m not leaving.” you did not hug him back he figured you were still a bit embarrassed and angry at his mischievousness.

“Okay. goodnight.” before leaving he managed to sneak a kiss on your cheek to which he received a glare. He will have to make it up to you for disappearing for four days and scaring you. But he felt content as he watched you disappear into your home.

Amongst the embarrassment of assuming and everything you felt happy. He liked you back and you were blushing like a sixth grader who just got cooties.

“So you just left for four days?!! I thought you were leaving!” Han yelled at Felix his helmet raised high ready to bash Felix as you watched at the sidelines- pretend angry like Joey said 'mob mentality or whatever'-.

Chae had twisted his hand for a total of five seconds, five seconds that Seungmin took his sweet time counting. After all, everyone was relieved that their friend wasn’t leaving. Relieved but furious. As a punishment Felix had to buy Ice cream for everyone.

“Mango for you?” he said smirking extending the different types of Ice cream to you, the mango bar in front. You reached for the chocolate cone instead and walked off, you could hear his chuckle looking back as you saw him distribute to everyone else, fighting Chae for the mango bar. He kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Still mad at me?” he says walking backward, how the hell was he doing that avoiding all the poles and other obstacles you will never know.

“You tricked me into confessing,” you say watching him and walking home. “I didn’t you assumed I was leaving.” he swayed before waiting for you to catch up. You rolled your eyes, he was right but he could have corrected you.

But before you could retort you see your father waiting at the entrance of your building. You froze Felix's eyes following your gaze to see him, arms crossed.

“I have to go,” you say lowly as you walk forward. But he kept along with your steps till you guys were in front of the man. You hoped he was sober and not angry. like last time you did not want to cause a scene outdoors.

“Who are you boy?” you father asked, his tone rude.

“My name is Felix sir.” he replied back rather confidently.

“You on something?”

“Dad!” you intervened, “What are -”

“No sir, I don’t use any sort of recreational drugs.” Felix cut in for you, saying calm as still water.

Your father grunted staring at him, his eyes falling on his blue hair. His faced morphed a disgusted expression before he turned to you.

"Get inside quickly." He gruffed before walking back inside throwing one last glare in your direction.

“I’m sorry he isn’t usually like this. He is drunk.” you apologies to Felix,

“Hey. it's alright,” he said stepping in front of you once again, hesitating before using his pointer finger to raise your chin to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay you talked to me about this remember.” you gazed at him, face mirroring his sweet smile.

“Thank you.”

“Go on a date with me.” the words are out simultaneously

“What?” you chuckle even though you heard him.

Felix ran his fingers through his hair before asking again. “Tomorrow evening? A date? You and me?” his fingers pointed to and fro between you.

“Okay.” Your feelings were clear, you both liked each other. There was no reason to deny or decline it.

“Okay,” he confirmed before letting you go back to your apartment. He made sure you got in alright before getting on his board and riding away not before stopping by a certain building with bright neon boards.

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this. I now have a date to plan. The next chapter will contain smut so Minors DNI. I will write an SFW ending too like an epilogue.

tagging 🏷️: @noellllslut, @comet-falls, @daughterofodine (My newest tag buddy)

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tj-dragonblade · 21 days

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Tell me something about the academic conference AU? :D

The Academic Conference AU is a long-term beast that started life more than a year ago as a quick smut fill for the prompt 'bed sharing' and turned into an anticipated four chapters of hooking up (at an academic conference) and relationship development (assuming I can see it all the way through). There are pieces of it scattered all over and tagged for convenience and here is a second-chapter snippet that I shared on Discord last fall but that has not been seen yet on tumblr:

"Hope these next panels are at least interesting," Hob says through his last bite of tikka chicken sandwich back in their room. "It's awful when it's the boring shit." "And did my presentation fall into this category?" Dream is cross-legged on the rollaway bed, giving Hob that same coquettish look that's been steaming up his glasses for the past couple of days. "Course not," he says, winking as he leans back in the desk chair. "You were riveting. Enthralling. Couldn't take my eyes off you." "Flatterer." Dream does not seem terribly upset about it. "In all seriousness, you were amazing." Hob leans forward again, earnest and sincere. "By far my favorite panel this year. You really know your stuff and you make it accessible and interesting." "I—well." Dream is decidedly more flustered by the sincerity, which Hob finds infinitely charming. "You—ah. You have something—" He gestures at his own face, changing the subject with an endearing lack of grace. "Oh? Oh." Hob swipes the corner of his own mouth with his thumb, comes away with a smear of mango chutney. He licks it off without a thought, pops the digit into his mouth to suck it clean. Dream makes a soft, strangled noise; Hob freezes and glances up, an abrupt awareness of symbolism and suggestion crashing over him belatedly. The look on Dream's face says everything, but he speaks anyway. "It becomes you. Having something in your mouth like that." Hob feels his temperature ratchet up a couple notches, and keeps his thumb where it's at as he swallows. He scoots the chair closer to Dream, wheels squeaking. "Yeah?" He pops his thumb out with a lewd wet noise and grins. "Such a thing to say, Dr. Murphy. Is there something you'd like to put in my mouth, perhaps?" Dream visibly suppresses a shiver, and his slow smile positively smoulders. "In due time, Dr. Gadling." Hob can't take it, this weighted flirting on top of the anticipation bubbling low in his stomach; he leans in close. "Sorry, sorry, there's just—something we didn't get to last night that I really want to do—" He reaches to touch Dream's face, draws him into a softly-open kiss. Dream tastes a bit like the egg and cress sandwich he'd just eaten and a bit like nothing Hob can describe, and he is just a little dizzy with it. He slides his hand around the back of Dream's neck, presses closer; Dream, frustratingly, twists out of the kiss and grasps him by the wrist, removing his hand. "Stop. Stop." Hob's heart plummets. "But…no?" Anxiety spikes sharp in his gut, the accusations of a dozen exes rising swift and ugly behind his eyes. Too fast, too soon, too much— Dream lowers Hob's hand in both of his, holds it grasped with the back of it pressed to his own chest, head somewhat bowed. "Do not misunderstand me, Hob." And that's when Hob feels the gallop of Dream's heart beneath his ribs, the way his breath is coming faster. "We are required to attend the sessions this afternoon, and if I kiss you—" his eyes lift to Hob's, shadowed by the thickness of his lashes and the flop of his curls and absolutely molten with intensity "—then neither of us is leaving this room for the rest of the night."

WIP Title Ask Game

#askmemes #TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: academic AU

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monsoon-of-art · 22 days

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Donut Hole - Chapter 20

Silhouette

The fire I began is burning me alive But I know better than to leave and let it die

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then "Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?" I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone So I watch the summer stars to lead me home - Silhouette, Owl City

[(deep breath) been a while huh :') A ton of stuff has happened in my life that really hindered my writing; being moved to full time, my dad having a stroke (he's recovering with no permanent damage) and my PC breaking. But here's a new chapter!! Where Dawn gets involved, and Barry learns of some very crucial things…] [ao3 link]

Dawn chose to hide away in her home, not wanting to leave Jubilife but unable to stand hearing the curious whispers of the townfolk. She tried to keep herself busy; cleaning her space, organizing her things, checking in on her pokemon…

But nothing could keep her mind away from her friend in the medical wing for long.

She lay in bed, her pokemon lounging around the home, reflecting their trainer’s sullen demeanor.

Her Samurott, Riptide, lay by her side and allowed her to nervously pet and pull on her whiskers.

“I wonder…what they did with his Pokemon.” She wondered aloud.

The woman who helped run the pastures was nice enough, but Dawn doubted she could care for Barry’s team. No, they were most likely with Laventon.

Barry was a good trainer. He treated his pokemon back home with love and care, verging into ‘spoiling’ territory, Dawn might dare say. Honey for his heracross, sugar cubes for his rapidash, mangoes and fruits for his Torterra.

His new team…they were strange. Scruffy, dirty, thin looking. Barry wouldn’t willingly let his team look like that. What had they been subjected to in the wilds of Hisui? With no Galaxy Team, no Laventon to find him on a beach-

Her thoughts drifted to Barry himself.

Scruffy. Dirty. Thin. Deeply upsetting. Like a childhood toy nearly torn to shreds, hanging on by bits of thread and stuffing.

Riptide let out an unhappy chitter, Dawn realizing she had been tugging on her whiskers a bit too hard for her liking. “Sorry.”

Her mind wandered elsewhere. Somewhere less sad. Somewhere angry.

Why hadn’t anyone come to her when Barry arrived? Surely someone had to have made the connection; a strange boy her age with outlandish clothes and a gift for training pokemon?

Why did they let him suffer in the cold and the damp and the dark?

If a single person had told her - not even her, if someone had told anyone in Jubilife - then Barry wouldn’t be in the medical wing. He wouldn’t be so thin and dirty and hurt.

She replayed Adaman’s words in her mind. “Because we weren’t totally sure. And I didn’t want to raise your hopes in case it wasn’t.”

And the worst part is…Adaman was right. If they had come to her with a description of Barry, and it wasn’t Barry? She’d be crushed.

Luckily for her mental state, she didn’t have to think about this for long. There was a knock at the door, followed by Rei’s voice, “Dawn? Are you in there?”

Dawn stood to get the door. She had learned not to let her pokemon answer the door anymore, not since her Kadabra answered the door for her once, and then rumors swirled around town about how she had turned into a Kadabra.

She hoped she didn’t look too disheveled when answering the door. It had been a very long day.

Either it wasn’t too obvious, or Rei decided not to comment on it.

“Uhm, the leaders left not too long ago…” he started to say, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I dunno what they said to Kamado, but it was loud. On both ends. But it seemed to have worked, I don't think the commander plans on practicing his fighting moves tonight…”

“Okay.” Replied Dawn, unable to really muster any excitement in her voice. Sure, it was nice that Kamado wasn't going to start suplexing people, but that certainly wasn't on her mind.

“Well, now that things have calmed down, uh, Miss Pesselle says you can come visit your friend. He's not doing so well right now, but she thinks he'll be alright-”

“REALLY?!” She struggled keeping her voice low. “Why didn't you start with that?! Let's go!”

Consciousness was proving to be rather fickle and fleeting. Barry felt himself drift in and out, like the waves on a beach. Awake, not awake. Awake, not awake. Drifting at sea, below the waves.

And being awake sucked.

Every part of his body ached. Even parts that he didn't know could ache. He couldn't even scrounge up the willpower to open his eyes. Sounds were muffled, distant, unfamiliar.

So he would just lay there…aching.

It wasn't all bad. He could sense the presence of someone nearby tending to him, and even if it hurt when they had to change bandages, he knew it was probably a good thing. Cups and bowls were gently pressed to his lips, and even though it tasted distinctly medicinal, he really didn’t care.

And sometimes, when the ache and the pain grew too much, he could feel a warm hand slip into his own and squeeze.

It was comforting. He wasn’t alone. Someone was there with him through it all, here to hold his hand when it hurt.

And Barry would try to smile and squeeze back before drifting, drifting, drifting…

He wasn’t sure how long he spent drifting. Hours, maybe. Days, weeks.

Until one day, he finally opened his eyes.

Barry was in a bed he didn't recognize and a room he didn't know. Things were kinda blurry, and fuzzy, and his head hurt, but it was something.

Breaching the surface of the water for the first time in a while, it seemed.

He hesitantly squeezed the hand holding his own and glanced over to his side.

“... Barry?”

Dawn looked tired. He wondered, numbly, if she had left his side at all.

But she was here. Alive and well and not just a terrible gap in his memory. She had the same eyes, the same face, the same tired smile that she'd give him when he'd do something stupid-

“D-Dawnie.” He croaked, dry lips cracking into a beaming smile. “I did something stupid again.”

“That's OK, dummy. We can talk more about that later.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “How are you feeling?”

He groaned, trying to think of an accurate description. “Numb. Aching. Like a piece of gum left to dry on the boardwalk in Sunyshore.”

Dawn giggled, a beautiful sound that he had grown to miss so, so much. Barry couldn't help but weakly chuckle alongside her.

“Pesselle said it's a miracle you're alive. She said you had a foot in the grave, and a shovel in your hands.” She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I-I was…I was so scared…w-wh…what if you didn't wake up?”

She let go of his hand, trying to wipe away the tears as she began to weep.

“Hey, hey-” he sat up slightly, ignoring the aches and pain, “It's alright! I-I’m fine now! I'm not going anywhere.” A serious look crossed his face. “No one's gonna try and stop me.”

“Th-there was drapion venom in your blood. Pesselle said i-it was a miracle you kept your leg.” She continued to whisper. “You won't be able to walk for…I dunno how long.”

“I've been walking on it for a while! It'll be fine!”

“I think that's part of the problem.”

Dawn gestured for him to lay back down, to which Barry ignored. “I couldn't stop and rest, I was on the run! It's crazy, just listen to-”

He paused. A strange look came across his face, and he grabbed Dawn's hands and held them tight. “I need you to tell me something. Something that only you would know.”

“Barry-?”

“Please. Please. Something only you would know. Please.”

Sadness overtook her features, not directed at him, thankfully, but she clearly felt bad for him, and wanted to soothe his worries.

“When you were little, you wanted to have a big birthday party with a big cake. And you invited the entire class. Your dad asked Elite 4 member Lucian, to borrow his Mr Mime for entertainment. And…uhm. When Mr Mime walked out with your birthday cake, you were so scared that you started crying, and you even-”

“NO! DAWN THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT?!”

“What did you mean then??”

“I dunno! Something deeply personal and special to us??”

“Well you didn't specify! What about the time you got your Halloween costume based on heracross and you asked me to hit you with a branch to ‘prove how strong' you were?”

“No, that's not what I meant either! I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose! Do you need me to fine you?!”

Dawn couldn't help but laugh. When was the last time she had been threatened with fines? She couldn't remember. It felt good, familiar.

For a moment, the medical room walls melted away. They were back home, camping, just teasing each other after a long day of training.

“Do you remember the time you poured yourself a glass of vinegar at a buffet because you thought it was soda, and you nearly barfed-”

“You are! You are doing this on purpose!!” Barry shouted back. “Two can play that game, missy! Don't think I've forgotten about the time our class started singing happy birthday and you were so surprised you started crying!”

“Hey!” She squealed in fake offense. “I did not!”

“Did too!”

“OK, OK, let's stop with the yelling.” Dawn said, pressing him back against the pillows of his bed. “Not sure we want Pesselle to come yell at us-”

“No no, wait, wait, hold on-” a frightened, almost desperate tone crept into his voice. “I know it's you. There's no way. I can trust you.”

“Of course you can trust me?”

“This place is crawling with Team Galactic!” He hissed, “Absolutely swarming! They tried to stop me from finding you, I think they're the reason you're here! They kidnapped you!”

Dawn opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just let Barry continue.

“I haven't seen Cyrus yet, but I've seen Mars and new commanders and Galactic Generals, and they're hellbent on capturing me! This is a universe where Cyrus won, don't you see? There's no civilization, people and pokemon don't trust each other-!” A moment of panic overtook his features, and he frantically looked around. “My pokemon, where are my-”

Dawn grabbed his shoulders. “Barry. Barry.”

“Huh? What, what?”

She took a deep breath. “That's…not right. That's not what's going on.”

Barry also took a breath. “OK. I'm listening. Tell me what's going on, I'll believe you.”

Dawn hesitated. “It's a bit crazy…”

“The last few months have been nothing but crazy for me. Whatever you say, I promise.”

“I think…we're in the past.”

He gave her an incredulous look. “...when I said I'd believe you-”

“Barry!”

“It's just a little hard to believe!”

“Oh, but your theory of being kidnapped by an alternate dimension Cyrus is more plausible?”

Barry tried to think of a retort, but couldn't. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Touche. What's your evidence?”

“Do you remember the history class we took about the late edo period?”

“Yeah, I failed that one.”

Dawn reached into her bag currently on the floor and pulled out a pokeball. “See how it looks rough? These are carved by hand, using apricorns. Surely you remember the pokeball lesson.”

That clicked in his mind. Before the modern manufacturing of Pokeballs was established, people would carve out their own using apricorns. Some could even make special ones with unique traits, but the skill and craft was a dying art.

“I thought…I thought they were poorly made…” he said slowly, softly. Barry shook his head, “That doesn't entirely prove it. If this was a world where Cyrus won, obviously Silph Co wouldn't exist.”

Dawn then gestured to the room around them, which Barry finally began taking note of.

There were no medical devices, not really. Mostly beds, blankets, pillows, panels to give some semblance of privacy, and a sleeping croagunk in the corner.

It did look a little old fashioned, like visiting the Old Chateau, or the homes in Celestic town. The way the wood was carved, the way the paint looked…

“Look at the clothes they gave me!” She continued, taking off a red scarf to show him. “Not fake fabric at all, this is real!”

All of the little inconsistencies, all of the assumptions based on a worst-case scenario. The pain he went through. The pain he caused. It was all starting to climb up his throat.

“Dawn. I don't feel so good.”

“What? Why? Should I go get the doctor? Her name is Pesselle, she's really nice-”

He grabbed her arm as she stood to leave. “I think…I did a lot more stupid stuff than I realized…”

Dawn had an inkling that his time in Hisui was less than pleasant. But the sheepish anxiety in his voice worried her.

“What…did you do?”

The door behind them creaked open. Dawn turned, relieved to see Pesselle carrying fresh bandages. “Ah, good! The two of you are awake. The captain wanted to see him.”

The relief quickly faded when Pesselle stepped to the side and Captain Cyllene entered the room.

And Barry started to scream.

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