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thatstonedwriter · 4 months
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⋆。˚ 「 I wanna be your girlfriend~
Loona x reader 」 ⋆。˚
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~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~
Loona isn't sure when exactly it started. All she knows is that she's fallen- and hard. Whenever you're talking the only thing she can focus on is your lips. She can't help but wonder how your voice would sound whispering soft "I love yous" in the dark.
~I don't wanna be your friend~
It was torture, trying to drop hints, trying to flirt (if you could call it that). Loona isn't used to this, and she doesn't know what to say or how to feel.
~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch~
Every day, Loona watches you, wishing she could just kiss you. Maybe not in front of everyone, but just knowing she has the option, knowing she has you. Maybe that line of thinking is a bit selfish, but even if it is, Loona can't be bothered. She wants more.
~And I wanna touch you, but not like this~
Loona doesn't want the brief brushes against your fingers, or a quick side-hug and a casual greeting.
~The look in your eyes, my hand between your thighs~
Too often, Loona is snapped out of her daydreams by mundane bullshit and the usual office shenanigans. Luckily, you were working today- and currently breaking up a fight between Moxxie and Blitzø.
~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~
She can't take it anymore. Loona decides: after work, she'll wait until the office is empty- and tell you how she feels.
~I don't wanna be your friend~
And when the moment comes; you're finally alone, standing by the door, her hand on yours. Loona can't meet your eye, but she asks the question anyway.
"You uh.. Wanna go out sometime.. With me?"
~Lose my breath~
──‎ ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──
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odditycircus-2002 · 4 months
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What If With MK1 Medusa!Reader
So I was listening to this banger on repeat and my creative writing juices started flowing.
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We know from the Mortal Kombat tower endings and intros about Shao's plans to weaponize the Dragon King, Onaga. From what I've heard, one of the most powerful beings in Mortal Kombat History. When Shao uses Onaga, I imagine there will be a lot of death and destruction on a scale that not even Shao fathomed.
What came to mind with this song is Medusa!Reader sees all of this destruction that left so many dead and injured, their cries for help and to be saved breaking your heart and bringing tears to your eyes. So what if you have come across some tattered composition sheets on Shang Tsung's island? One that came with a warning about a long-forgotten deep sea monster slumbering at the bottom of the seas, its awakening meaning destruction for all and no guarantee for complete control of it. Y/N didn't dare to use it nor tell Mileena, Syzoth, or even Baraka. However, at the bloody climax of the war, Y/N feels as if her hand's forced. Y/N pulls out the ancient sheets and she sings.
Tentacles emerge from the seas, immediately latching on to Onaga and dragging him into the sea. The Dragon King seems to be struggling, so you continue to sing. You continue to sing even as you feel a dark energy start to make its way into your veins, slowly darkening your limbs and the scleras of your eyes. You continue to sing even as the long-dormant beast, a Kraken, starts to raise itself from the deep and causes a tsunami to overtake the battlefield, washing away both sides.
You will sing even as you start to look and become a demon, but you don't care. You will sing for the freedom of Outworld. You will continue singing this curse to stop Onaga. You will sing until you can finally silence the cries of the broken and the hurt. The weeping and wailing have gone on for far too long.
You continue to sing, not hearing the command of Empress Mileena or Supreme Commander Kitana telling you to stop. You can't stop; you keep singing like these cursed words are a hymn of reclamation. You continue to sing and shout as the Kraken gets into a brawl with Onaga, absorbing the bodies of the fallen into its being. You remain untouched by the chaos and mayhem and deaf to the cries of Baraka demanding you to see what you're doing.
You continue to sing your song of ruin.
Eh, just a random thought😁
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funeral-grayy · 2 years
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maybe i’m the best mistake you’ve ever made
dabi knew he didn’t deserve you. he knew you could get any hero or heroine you wanted but for some reason you picked him. you picked some low life villain, over anyone else. so for that very reason, he wasn’t willing to give you up. you constantly fought, he constantly purposely hurt you. it was like he was testing you, always trying to figure out what would push you away for good. he didn’t actually want you gone but he knew he had to keep you at a distance. he wasn’t a good person, he wasn’t safe.
he didn’t fucking deserve you but fuck, he was going to hold on for as long as you'd let him. no matter how toxic it became.
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Song Drabble Game (Stranger Things)
Rules: Put your music on shuffle. Write a drabble for the song that plays. You can only write until the music stops.
Song: Talk Too Much - COIN
Pairing: Ronance
Robin hates that smirk Steve gets sometimes. He’s her fucking best friend, but it would be really nice if he wouldn’t give her shit when she’s being embarrassing as fuck in front of her crush. 
“Robin!” Nancy calls her name, both pulling her attention back from Steve’s stupid smirk as well as cutting off her nervous rambling. “You don’t have to keep convincing me,” she assures Robin, her lips quirking into a saucy little grin that could give Steve’s smirk a run for its money. “I’m in. It’s a date.”
“A date?” Robin repeats, not quite believing her ears. “Really?”
“I’ll see you tonight,” Nancy promises, giving Robin a wink as she adds, “7, right? Don’t be late.”
Robin watches her leave, heart rabbiting out of her chest. 
She has a date with Nancy Wheeler. 
When she turns back around, Steve is still standing there looking smug as he watches her tamp down her excitement so that she doesn’t actually squeal. 
“Shut up,” she tells him instead, sounding far too fond as she says it. 
Steve raises his hands in surrender, eyes shining with mirth. “I didn’t say a word.”
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ponds-of-ink · 2 years
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Slapdash Song-Inspired Drabble: “Two Showoffs Showdown” (or “El Tango De Roxanne but it’s Glitchtrap vs. Veronica”)
For context: This was an animatic idea for El Tango De Roxanne I had while back, but wasn’t sure if I had time to make it. So, instead, i decided to turn the idea into a quick drabble. Not my best work, but at least I got this off my chest.
Also, this is supposed to be separate from the main FNAF YT Miniseries/actual FNAF canon. A little ”what if” piece about one potential story beat, if you will. No clue if SB: Ruin will give me the opportunity to sneak some of this in, but we’ll see. FNAF theories and no context inbound.
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Veronica cautiously approached the pulsating green rabbit on stage. Her breathing tried to keep a steady rhythm, but her pent up anger and fear made that difficult. And her opponent could clearly sense it. “So, you’ve come back for a little revenge?” he asked with a sneer.
Veronica stopped short. She let the expression on her face say it all. 
“I see,” the rabbit replied with eyebrows raised. “Well, you know what your boss would say…” The last syllable echoed as he advanced towards the edge of the platform. He leaned forward as he uttered five words: “Revenge will drive you mad.”
As if curtains closed in around them, everything was now enveloped in darkness. A tremor of violins stalled all ideas of escaping out of Veronica’s head. Wherever she was now, one thing was clear: Glitchtrap was determined to win this little “game” of his. And she fumed at that fact… Until she heard a voice sing out a familiar name. 
Ro-o-oxanne~
The room filled with light again. Instead of the underground ruins of that pizzeria, it appeared that they were in some courthouse. The unmanned benches and scattered papers all told a story that Veronica simply had no time to read through. She clutched her taser tightly in her hand, waiting for the green rabbit to quit performing and actually fight. Her eyes followed his ever-moving shadow, only to catch something hiding in a shadowy corner. “Dav— Afton?” she mouthed, her gaze now bouncing back and forth between the rabbit and this newcomer.
Meanwhile, Glitchtrap had been reciting the good old Tango of Roxanne word for word. Dancing this way and that, all to get her annoyance to reach its peak. And, when that didn’t work, he would have to try… alternative methods. He grinned darkly as he approached this wretched specter of a man. For good measure, the rabbit decided to throw in the tried-and-true “lifting the chin of the vulnerable to eye level” trick. His eyes locked with Veronica’s, gauging her reaction as he sang out “you don’t have to sell your body to the night”.
Veronica’s face burned scarlet. Her teeth gnashed. Her taser hand twitched in anticipation. Her eyes welled with tears, but she made no attempt to dry them. They ran down as Glitchtrap left the man and finally entered into her range of attack. Now was her chance.
As both entered their final preparations, a new voice filled the void Glitchtrap now left. A deep, trembling voice that matched the figure now emerging from the shadows. The floor creaked and groaned as this disheveled man timidly exposed himself to the pair a few feet ahead. He could only watch as Veronica intercepted Glitchtrap’s first true attack. Afton’s ears rang from her raging scream of “NO”, but he kept singing as best he could. 
Sparks from the taser flew as Veronica swung. Glitchtrap dodged them all with that smug grin still on his face. In fact, said grin only grew wider as the fight kept going. He sped through the towering doors and into the night-covered streets of some long-ago town. Both ran in hot pursuit while Afton lingered behind. As his verse finally reached its end, he stopped following them. He shut his eyes and breathed deeply. They were going there, weren’t they?
Veronica stopped as Glitchtrap leapt over a picket fence into someone’s backyard. She looked at the house just out of reach, instinctively eyeing each window. All of them were out except for one. From what her straining eyes could see, two figures talked in the lamplight. One stood tall and proud like some military general of old. The other was just a boy with unkempt curls and a more slouched posture. They were far enough away for no one to hear, but their actions conveyed their conversation well enough. The elder of the two gripped the boy by the wrist, leaning down to match his eye level. The boy trembled, but kept his gaze steady. “Tell no one,” was all Veronica could make out before the elder closed the drapes. 
“Tell no one”? 
Tell… no one. Not even his own kids. Not even her, the one constant rival he had. 
No wonder Afton never brought any of this up before. Well… until now. 
Veronica finally sprang over the fence, hurrying to the back side of the house. The tango reprised itself as she charged at Glitchtrap. Her taser’s “whip” struck that anomaly across the face. The terrain instantly changed back to the restaurant they started in, prompting them to adapt quickly. She pursued Glitchtrap down into the deep abyss that was the tunnel to his “lair”. Her feet flew as Afton’s last refrain faintly echoed down to her ears. Although she now tied herself to her blind rage, some part of her hoped that those weren’t the last words she’d hear from Afton.
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warriorslantern · 2 months
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Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He is silent as the king turns and walks away. The onyx simian stares at his back, letting the other move away from him. His tail twitches once behind him.
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! The king stops moving, and the shadow can now see his side profile as he looks at one of the younger members of the troop. He watches as the young chestnut-colored monkey grabs onto the ruler's hand, holding it close to their breast. “My king,” they say with awe and love, and it…
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! It makes him fucking sick.
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He thinks back to the weight in his pocket, handed to him by a smiling face surrounded in the darkness given by their hood. How their fingers brushed over his hands longer than they should have. “Take your destiny.” They uttered, commanded him to take what was rightfully his.
My name is Brutus and my name means heavy He stands at a cliff, and the choice to go back is getting further, and further away. He can forget about this, and go back to how things were. Was this what he truly wanted? Could he just settle with being a simple being to not be grand?
So with a heavy heart No. He will not.
I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy The king does not expect his betrayal, the artifact works perfectly. Too perfectly. It only solidifies that what he is doing must be right. If the king is weak enough to be taken down…he should not be the leader, the grandfather of the troop.
My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Golden ichor coats his hands, and bared teeth do nothing to stop the giggle that spills from his lips. But he tastes the salt amongst the copper of the blood. This must be done, it is for the best. He is the best.
“Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy,” the words slip from him as he stares down at the other. He lifts his stained hands, droplets of the blood of a god falling to the ground that opens up for them.
“I, too, have a destiny,” he murmurs, he does. He DOES. It’s his turn now, he’s earned it. He DESERVES THIS.
This death will be art It will, it WILL be. The king will be gone and it will be only himself to take his rightful place. He will finish what they started and bring greatness to their people. Can the brainless one not see this? That this is how it must be?
The people will speak of this day from near and afar He will be a legend. He will get to have a slice of the spoils. No one will forget this, no one will ever be able to.
This event will be history, and I'll be great too He will get everything he deserves and this event will be seared into the mind of every being on this damnable mountain.
“I don't want what you have,” He trails his hands over his face, smearing the blood across his tear-stained cheeks. His words become guttural, a scream that bursts from his chest and very being. He rips his hands down, features shifting to mirror the king before him. “I want to be you!”
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lovefordyingstars · 6 months
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take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
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death (mentioned), blood word count // 600 series // kingdom of myth characters // cordelia, constantine
It had taken three months to get a lead on the missing students, and the first one they’d found had been nothing but a dead body in a warehouse. Now the trail was cold once more. As Cordelia stared down at the letters from her father she wondered if he’d ever felt so dejected. 
So useless. 
Her eyes were blurry, focused only on his auroras and sad prose. He had a habit of including random lines of poetry in his writing, lines he suspected she might enjoy, it always made her smile in the past, but now she felt the words mocking her.
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years
She felt it now, the roots growing over her like she was stuck in place, there was nothing but a chasm in her heart that stretched forever and made her feel lost to time. Her walls were covered in news articles and missing person posters, scraps of paper with leads scribbled on them and napkins pinned up with ideas. 
“Don’t give up on me now Vesp.” Constantine's voice was like a pair of shears, cutting all the weeds holding her down. 
“Not giving up, just thinking.” she snipped, the sun was going to be setting in little under an hour, why was he visiting her now? 
“Good, then come on.” Whatever expression she made had him chuckling, a fist knocking against her door frame as he turned around. “We’re going to the lake, over the hills, I’ll explain why when we get there.” 
Who was she to argue against his whims? 
She complained the whole trip there.
The sun was dipping below the horizon as they reached the top of the valley, the tops named the Windermere peaks for the way the winds caught against them, and often made pleasant hums during particular times of the day.
The crystal lake sat in the middle, so clear that despite going hundreds of feet down, you could see almost to the bottom from even atop the hills.
"Down there, let's stop at the shore." 
"Oh yes, let's sit down where sea monsters are waiting to grab us by the ankles," she complained but followed him down the slope. They had to watch each step carefully.
"Technically, lake monsters," he countered and she snorted, but whatever retort would be made was lost as the rocks from beneath them both gave out. 
What would have been a fun climb down turned into tumbling and cursing as they tried to regain footing with the ground crashing around them. Whatever magic might have been used would have been impossible with Cordelia's concentration on not breaking her neck. 
When they finally stopped her arm was laying in the cool water of the lake. Constantine coughed, but it quickly turned into a ragged laugh. "Guess we took the express route." 
Cor groaned, the water was becoming muddy with her blood from all the cuts, and Coss didn't look much better with blood flowing down his temple and hands. 
"You have a horrible sense of humor," she sat up and took a deep breath, deciding to use the water or the lake to cleanse the wounds. The water was uncontaminated, so other than water lake monsters were polluting it, they'd be fine. 
Probably. 
They worked in silence for a while, the winds humming, the sounds of the water splashing against them, and their own deep breaths. It was peaceful. 
"So why'd you bring me here?" She finally asked after they'd been laying in the fading sun for a while, Coss using his magic to slowly heal their cuts and bruises.
"This is why, not to make you fall, though it was a bonus." She hit him for that and he fell back with a smile. "But to get you out of your own head, you've been so focused on this case that you've started to spiral, this is me, helping." She smiled and laid back next to him, watching the last bit of light disappear from the sky. He had a weird way of helping.
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coryosbaby · 2 months
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thinking about…
how stepbrother!coriolanus would not HESITATE to fuck the living daylights out of reader as soon as the guardians are gone and he wouldn’t care if reader was still sleeping either, he knows she’s a whore that’s ok with this shit
♡ 18+, MDNI !! Stepcest, somno, daddy kink mentioned once or twice
The moment that they close the front door he’s on her :( not that she gathers that information, pretty body napping under her big pink comforter after all. Completely dead to the world, she doesn’t hear his footsteps. He closes and locks the door behind him—can’t have any risks of someone walking in, right?— and makes his way over to her cuddled up form.
She’s wrapped up in the blankets. Face buried to keep away the little bit of sunlight streaming in through her curtains, mouth slightly open with drool pooling onto her silk pillow. Such a precious sight. His hands curl around the blanket, gently pulling it off of her and exposing her body. She’s curled up into a ball, wearing a flowery top with a pink bow, and panties to match. She must’ve been waiting for him.
His hand splays across her shoulder as he turns her onto her back. She makes a little whining sound, brows furrowing, before her arms move over her head and she’s asleep once more. Coriolanus pulls her thighs apart, not at all surprised by the wet patch forming there.
He can’t help but reach into his jeans and palm his aching shaft, letting out a tiny groan as she keeps her legs open. He’s trained her so well that she spreads her legs like a whore even in sleep.
His dripping length slaps against his stomach as he pulls his pants and underwear down. Stroking it with fervor he watches her heaving breasts with content. He slides her panties to the side— pretty, flushed cunt, sticky and creamy with arousal, lips plump and swollen. Fuck.
He runs his tip through her folds, gathering slick at the crown of his dick and trying not to fuck into her too quickly. He wants her to be surprised the most when he slides hot, heavy, and slow inside her. His bottom lip catches between his teeth as he presses himself up against her tiny hole. Breathe in, breathe out…
He pushes forward. Her puffy little cunt quivers at the stretch, juices flowing as she lets out a sleepy whimper. His tip pops in, then he deliberately sheathes himself inside her.
It isn’t long before she wakes. Groggily, her eyes flutter open and she looks up at her stepbrother, a smile spreading across her lips.
“Coryo,” she breathes. Her mouth soon falls open when she sees him pushed in to the hilt. “Oh, daddy..”
he groans at that, the name laced in sin and snake venom. He snaps forward, hard. He can’t contain himself.
“Yeah. Daddy’s right here. Being such a good little girl f’me.”
She squeezes him, arms reaching out and making grabby hands. He complies, letting her wrap her arms around his strong back and pull him in, in, in. She smells like vanilla and slick.
His heavy balls slap against her ass as he uses her, his big hand moving to her top so he can yank it down roughly. She mewls when his teeth scrape against her nipple. She sees that he’s left a trail of blood in its wake— he had bitten down. What a mean big brother.
She drools as he pounds her sloppy hole, spit trailing down to her cheek. Coriolanus chuckles at that, tongue lapping it up.
“Look at how messy you are, you dirty little thing.”
He scolds her this way as his tip stabs into her most special spot. Her back arches, and she lets out an incredibly loud mewl. The blonde laughs in her face, grabbing her ankles and pushing them up over her head. He can see her asshole this way, the way it clenches and unclenches with each movement. Maybe he’ll fill that hole up too.
She’s practically brain dead at this point. Eyes rolling back, choked sounds falling out of her mouth. Coriolanus wraps a hand around her neck, pressing her into the pillow. It’s sure to leave a mark, and he loves that.
“Oh, look at you,” he coos, knuckles turning white from his harsh grip. “Stupid little slut. You love when your big brother fucks this sloppy cunt, don’t you?”
No reply. He rolls his eyes, letting go of her throat so she can let out a choked cough. She nods at him then, a hoarse reply of “yes, sir” coming out of her lips. But it isn’t long before her nimble fingers are wrapping around his wrist and bringing his hand up to her cheek. He gets the memo, slapping her clear across the face and making her dizzy.
“My cock’s so big, isn’t it? Filling up this slutty hole. Look,” his hand grips her hair and yanks her forward. In between their bodies, resting in her stomach, his dick bulges out through the skin. “Look at how fucking deep I am inside you. I’m gonna cum, right there—“ he groans when you clench around him, hips stuttering. “—and you’re gonna take it, yeah? Take it like a good girl.”
“Yes,” she cries out, tears streaming. “Yes, yes, coryo, please!”
Balls drawing up, he gives another powerful thrust before he’s spilling deep in her guts. Overflowing with seed, her eyes roll back into her skull. The warmth of him drips out of her fluttering cunt, and Coriolanus pummels her aching pussy as he rides out his high. She whines at her unfinished orgasm when he pulls out. Coriolanus knows how to make her cum, but like always, he’s being so mean. He smiles when he sees her pouty lips, fingers grazing over the cum pooling beneath her.
“Oh, baby,” he says. “Don’t worry… mommy and daddy won’t be home for another few hours. ‘M not done with you yet.”
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aenuki · 3 months
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bvidzsoo · 4 months
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Grease and Oil
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⨳Mechanic!Mingi⨳
TW: cursing, smut wrap it before you tap it
Word count: 5,693
A/N: I don't think I'll ever let go of bleached spikey haired Mingi. It changed something in me, I'll never be the same. I have nothing to say except...why did I even write this? Song Mingi stop haunting me, thank you. It's not the best, but the best I can write lol. Feedback is very much appreciated!
            The smell of grease, oil, and gasoline weren’t something unfamiliar to me, nor were they nauseating. It was something I was used to. These were familiar scents; scents which I have started associating with home. Cars, too, were something I associated with a feeling of familiarity, of something dear to me. Walking inside my father’s car service was like a second home, a place I knew like the back of my hand. I wasn’t huge on fixing cars, but I knew a few things here and there. Despite my father’s attempts at making me a great mechanic one day, I struggled to understand the in-depth parts and mechanism of a car, therefore I settled on appreciating their beauty. Can’t say my father was too happy about it, but his concerns faded away when I found a path for myself. I applied to a college, choosing to study literature as I struggled finding anything else I liked. Perhaps creative writing was a subjected I happened to enjoy too, but I had no idea where my degree would take me one day. I had no intentions of teaching English literature, the children these days were awful and very disrespectful. My short temper would’ve surely gotten the worst of me if placed in a situation where I had to deal with rude kids. And so, I settled on reading my books and pouring my feelings out into short poems when I wasn’t at college. Or by wasting my time away at my father’s car service. It’s not like I had anything better to do—I actually did, but procrastination is my best friend. Besides, most of his employees are above the age of thirty-five, and two of them I have known since I was a little girl, they could be really fun to hang around…and it’s not like I would often stop by because my father has an employee who is barely a few years older than myself. And it’s definitely not because he is the hottest man alive I have ever seen. He’s a tall and lean guy, his posture immaculate with his shoulders always pulled back, his long legs worth envying and shoulders so broad you could hide behind them and nobody would see you. In the summer, he usually wears tight tank tops, showing off his humble muscles, biceps finer than most guy’s of his age. And his pants, which are fireproof, cling onto his body, showing off his narrow waist. This guy was a sight for sore eyes and I couldn’t blame the few ladies who would occasionally stop by, completely taken aback by this guy’s visuals. It wasn’t fair that he had a perfect body, especially when his face was good-looking too. God sometimes had favorites and Song Mingi definitely was one of them with his long nose, sharp eyes and cherry red lips, a singular mole underneath his left eye decorating his flawless skin. His personality also made him desirable and that just made him a dangerously charming and handsome human being. Perhaps my frequent visits to the service during the summer were sort of his merit too, not just the want to spend some quality time with my father as he spent little time at home. I knew he was busy; I couldn’t blame him. His service was one of the best in our little town and money didn’t just magically appear, you had to work hard for it and that’s what he did, he worked his ass off all the time. The fact that he has employed Song Mingi was just the cherry on top, the little motivation I needed to perhaps learn more about cars.
I was settled on top of my father’s working desk, tools pushed to the side, feet dangling as I watched him work on a car’s engine, getting more and more furious by the second as he couldn’t find one missing screw. I watched quietly as his phone rang again, making him sigh loudly before he straightened himself up and took the call, eyebrows furrowed. It was a hot summer day, the AC did little to nothing inside the hot service, and the use of different electrical tools only created more heat inside the spacious room. I had started fanning myself, overhearing my father make an appointment as an obnoxiously loud engine whirled past the entrance to the service, making my heart skip an excited beat. It was lunch break, and Mingi had just returned from eating his meal. He was gone by the time I had arrived; I was rather lazy this morning and thus didn’t bother getting out of bed before 12 pm. My father turned towards me as he finished his call, looking rather irritated. It wasn’t directed at me; however, I still knew a lecturing would follow because I sat on his tool desk…again.
“Get off, Y/N, I asked you so many times not to sit there,” He sighed tiredly as he headed for the exit, “I have to examine a car, are you coming to the front?”
Certainly not before I have seen Mingi, “I’ll wash my hands first, they feel slimy, meet you at the reception, dad.”
He nodded once and hurried outside, phone already ringing once again. Summer seasons were always busy, work pilling up quickly. I started fanning myself with my hands as another heatwave hit me, making me sigh. Not even a tank top and shorts were enough to stop me from sweating buckets. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and gripped the table, about to jump off it, when the man I stayed behind for finally showed up. He walked through the open garage door, having to duck as it wasn’t raised enough for his towering height. He had his back to me as he walked inside, carrying two boxes, muscles of his arms bulging as a few guys greeted him, instructing him where to place the boxes. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for the wave of shook which rooted me to my spot. My mouth hung open as my eyes remained trained on Mingi, and I could only hope nobody noticed my shameless gaping. Three days ago, when I have stopped by last, the man’s hair reached his shoulders almost and was a faded light brown. Now, his hair was completely bleached blonde and stood up in all places, spikey. A hairstyle definitely shouldn’t have made my tummy do flips, yet I had nothing to swallow as I watched Mingi laugh with a fellow mechanic, explaining something to him animatedly. His black tank top was tucked inside his beige pants, a black belt holding it against his hips securely. A black bandana was tied to his left bicep and I licked my lips as my eyes ran over his frame, stopping for a second too long on his ass. Perhaps crawling onto the wall sounded like the most normal thing to do right now. Just as I was about to look away, the man he was talking to briefly glanced at me and Mingi suddenly turned his head, eyes falling on me. Looking away right now would mean admitting that I had been staring at him, so I forced myself to smile nonchalantly at him and blame the flush on my cheeks on the extremely hot weather—which combined with Mingi’s presence only made my body heat up even more. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I’d do anything to get railed by Mingi while he wore his working clothes with grease smeared on his cheek. My heart skipped a beat as a lazy smirk appeared on his lips as he took off towards me, making me gulp in panic as I straightened my posture.
“Hello, princess.” He called once he was close enough and I rolled my eyes at the nickname, acting as if I totally hated it. It did bother me at the beginning when he started calling me that, but I didn’t mind anymore. And it certainly shouldn’t have made me blush.
“Hi, Mingi.” I greeted him back, smiling as I crossed my legs and leaned forward, holding myself up by my hands. My knuckles hurt from the grip I had on the table, but I ignored that.
“What brings you here today?” He asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I didn’t want to look, but his biceps were bulging and I’m just a simple woman, “Thought you washed your car when you stopped by last time.”
Ah, yes, the good old excuse of washing my car when it didn’t need washing yet. To be fair, I had a cleaning problem so that was the main reason why I washed my car so often, Mingi being here was just another thing to motivate me to stop by more frequently.
“I did, I’m not here for that.” I admitted, clearing my throat as Mingi’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. He hummed shortly, the sound deep in his throat, reminding me how hot I found his raspy and deep voice. He had once whispered in my ear as he snuck up on me, wanting to scare me, and I swear to God, I almost reached Heaven that day.
“Are you here for me then?” The cute pout of his lips and the finger he pushed against his cheek definitely didn’t match the sultriness of his words and the look in his eyes. It made me take a deep breath as I forced myself to roll my eyes, embarrassed that he had a feeling I was only here to see him. I mean…I did wear my favorite off-shoulder top just because I knew we would see each other.
“Why the sudden change of hairstyle?” I decided to change the subject, but it only made Mingi smirk as he looked at me almost victorious, almost as if he knew I didn’t answer him because he was right. Mingi ruffled his already spikey hair with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Just wanted something new,” He answered, “besides, it’s so hot these days, my long locks only made me sweat more. I feel like a new man right now. What do you think, do I look nice?”
Nice was little said, I would’ve described him more like: hot, sexy, attractive, gorgeous, mouth-watering, “Yeah, you look nice. It suits you.”
Mingi smiled happily and bowed lightly before his phone beeped. I didn’t understand how a man like him could be so cute while looking like a Greek God. My eyebrows slightly furrowed as I watched Mingi chuckle and smile down at his phone, quickly typing something on it. Perhaps he was seeing someone? Of course, why would a man like him be single? It shouldn’t come as a surprise; I should have thought about that sooner. But then again, he never mentioned a significant other. With a sigh, I jumped off the table and dusted off my shorts, running my hands through my hair. Mingi paused, looking up at me through his long lashes. I forced a smile on my face, suddenly discouraged by my own thoughts, as I grabbed my phone off the table.
“Got to go, dad’s waiting for me.” I mumbled as Mingi’s eyes slightly narrowed, eyes swiftly running over my body. He nodded wordlessly and I turned around, taking off towards the exit.
“That top looks really nice on you.” My steps halted for a second as I looked back at him and chuckled before exiting the garage, walking towards the reception, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach at the simple compliment. I should probably download a dating app and find someone available to obsess over.
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            The blaring music and blinding disco lights in the living room were becoming too much as my tipsy head swirled around like a disco ball, throat parched up and dry from the lack of water. Certainly the amount of alcohol I have had was enough for the night as I pushed people out of my way, slightly wobbling as I headed for the kitchen, desperately needing water. A super rich guy from college threw a huge ass party and invited some guys over from our college, one of them being one of my close friends. I wasn’t one to turn down a good party, and when the alcohol was free, I would certainly attend it. Seonghwa and I had teamed up and played beer-pong together, kicking Wooyoung and San’s asses, but losing to Hongjoong and Yunho. We should have known better not to challenge those two competitive monsters. All in all, the night was fun and after having lost Sooyoung to some hot guy, I hit the dancefloor with Wooyoung and San, the three of us dancing our hearts out to every song. After a while, I grew concerned and started calling Sooyoung, making my two dancing companions almost take my phone away after six missed calls. But it didn’t take long for Sooyoung to finally text me, telling me she was upstairs with a Yeosang named guy smoking some weed, and that she’d be down in no time. I rolled my eyes at the text, huffing as I handed Wooyoung my phone to take care of. My skirt had no pockets and I forgot to bring a fanny-pack, I have grown tired of holding my phone, Wooyoung’s back pocket would do the trick until Sooyoung returned and I could give my phone for her to put in her little purse. The music wasn’t as loud in the kitchen as it was in the living room and it was also less packed, which made me grateful as I walked over to the window and pushed it open, smiling contently at the cool air which hit my face. I certainly needed to cool down. I grabbed a red cup which looked relatively unused and filled it with tap water, downing it in mere seconds only to fill it up again and again until I felt satiated. I threw the cup away and leaned against the counter, holding my thumping head in my hands as I closed my eyes for a second, thinking it would help. But it only made me more nauseous and I quickly opened my eyes as I massaged my forehead, still leaning slightly over. Somebody next to me asked if I was okay and I quickly nodded, telling them that I just needed a moment to regain composure again, and I’ll be off dancing once again. However, a weirdly familiar deep voice suddenly filled the kitchen, some high-pitched giggle following straight after the ridiculous joke the guy told. My nose scrunched up at the very cheesy pickup line which followed and I snorted, unintentionally catching their attention as they didn’t stand too far away.
“Y/N?” The deep voice asked surprised and my eyebrows furrowed as I finally raised my head, smoothing down my hair as it fell in my face.
“Oh, Mingi.” I muttered just a little surprised by his presence here. I wondered how he knew about the party, however, the black-haired girl by his side was a tell-tale. She was a student at my college and she was pretty as fuck. I sighed, and unintentionally glared at her, unimpressed by her presence next to Mingi. It’s not like I knew her well to form an opinion about her, but personally, I didn’t like her that much. Especially since Mingi seemed to be here with her. My eyes fall back onto him and my brain blanched for a second, never having seen him outside of the car service up until now. Him not wearing his tight-fitting clothes was something new and I couldn’t help but let my eyes run all over his body, taking in the sight in front of me. He wore a loose-fitting white t-shirt, the front slightly tucked inside his grey ripped jeans which were baggy. He wore a black pair of convers, and a black fanny-pack was pushed around to his backside to not bother him. However, what made me take a second to process what I was seeing were his accessories. His necklaces were layered as he wore a red braided like material which sat snugly against the base of his neck, then a silver chain followed, and a silver cross which reached just bellow his collarbones. His wrists were decorated with silver chain bracelets, matching the chain around his neck and he wore various rings, some bigger than the other, his right-hand sporting four meanwhile his left three. If all of that combined with his hair wasn’t enough, his fingernails were also painted black, albeit already coming off in some spots, but still painted black. He was a sight for sore eyes and it took everything in me to not grip his arm and walk us upstairs, completely disregarding the girl he was here with.
And she just had to speak up, “Oh, you two know each other?”
“Yeah, her dad’s my boss.” Mingi answered before I could and I raised an eyebrow as the girl took me in, unexpectedly smiling at me as she placed an arm around Mingi’s shoulders. My jaw tensed subconsciously and I licked my lips as I leaned back against the counter, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“We go to the same college,” She told Mingi, offering her hand to me, “I don’t think we’ve ever really introduced each other, though. My name is Jennie, I’m Mingi’s cousin.”
“Cousin?” My eyebrows raised as I shook Jennie’s hand, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Mingi playfully pushed Jennie off himself as he answered my question and Jennie just rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, giant, if I leave you alone with Y/N, will you behave?” She raised her eyebrows threateningly at Mingi and he just chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.
“I always behave.” He defended himself quickly, but sounded like he didn’t mean it at all.
“No, you don’t.” Jennie rolled her eyes then looked back at me, “I have to find my boyfriend, he’s somewhere here around, probably drunk off his ass. If Mingi bothers you, just knee him in the stomach really hard and come and find me, I’ll kick his ass for you—”
“I’m right here, you know.” Mingi rolled his eyes and ruffled Jennie’s hair, “Get lost before I chase you away.”
Jennie scoffed but walked away after she waved at me, leaving me alone with Mingi. My hostile behavior slightly dropped, but I couldn’t help look at Mingi with narrowed eyes. I knew what I heard while I was fighting the urge of throwing up. Why would anyone flirt with their cousin? That was disgusting.
“If Jennie is your cousin…why would you say a pickup line to her?” I couldn’t help but ask him accusingly. It made Mingi laugh as he stepped closer, smiling cheekily.
“Eavesdropping, weren’t you?” I opened my mouth to deny his claim, but Mingi didn’t let me, “First of, ew, that’s literally my cousin do I look like I fuck with family? And second, that pickup line was actually sent by someone whom I have been talking to, and I was just reading it to Jennie.”
“How many girls are you talking to currently?” The question tumbled past my lips before I could even think about it. I only could blame the alcohol for making me so straightforward and embarrassing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Mingi chuckled and stepped closer, invading my personal space. I gulped and pressed myself harder into the counter, hands coming to grip the edge of it. A smirk appeared on Mingi’s lips as he leaned down to be eye level with me, eyes searching my face before they settled on my lips briefly. My head was spinning and perhaps I was seeing things, but his tongue poked out for a second, “You look really hot.”
I gulped and let out a quiet breath, looking down at myself. The leather skirt clung onto me like a second skin and the flower decorated corset did little to nothing to cover what I would usually hide. It was Sooyoung’s idea to dress up like this, she wore a matching set except her corset was green meanwhile mine pink.
“Uh, thanks.” I whispered and didn’t dare move as Mingi lowered his head even more, looking through his lashes as he looked me in the eyes. He’s never stood this close to me before; it only now made me realize the height difference between us. And I couldn’t help but faintly smell gasoline despite his strong cologne.
“Dressed up for someone?” He muttered and I felt a warm finger lightly trace the skin of my right arm. I gulped nervously and ignored the goosebumps on my skin.
“I didn’t know you’d be here—” I tried changing the subject, it seemed to be a habit of mine lately.
“But if you did know, would you have dressed up for me?” Mingi’s raspy voice whispered in my ear as he leaned closer, my mouth opening without a sound coming out. My tipsy brain didn’t exactly know how to function in that moment and that meant I had nothing to say. But as he pulled back, we made eye contact, and his intimidating gaze pulled an answer out of me instantly.
“Yes.” I would totally hate myself in the morning for admitting that, but I couldn’t help myself. Not when he was standing so close and saying things like that. A smirk pulled onto Mingi’s lips and suddenly his hand raised as he gripped a strand of my hair lightly and twirled it around, brushing it behind my ear. I watched him mesmerized, body slightly trembling because of different things. The opened window brought in the chill breeze and we stood close to the it; Mingi’s closeness and touch made me want to crash my lips against his, and I was fighting every fiber in my body to stop myself from doing that, thankfully not tipsy enough to lose all rationality.
“I think I know about your little secret, princess.” Mingi’s tone was playful as he suddenly cupped my cheek and tilted my head back, hovering his face over mine, eyes tracing my features slowly. I hoped my red lipstick wasn’t smudged and that it would be smudged in no time.
“What secret?” I asked confused, biting my lower lip as Mingi’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his fingers slipping towards my nape as his thumb pushed against my cheek.
“About your little crush—” He barely whispered, eyes on my lips as my mouth parted, heart beating like crazy, “on me.”
Before I could answer him, his teeth caught my lower lip between his and he sucked on the flesh, making my face flush as I mewled, hand holding onto his waist for more stability as the counter wasn’t enough anymore. He held eye contact as he released my lip and I felt like crumbling onto my knees and giving him anything he wanted as my grip tightened on him, head pulled closer to his by the grip he had on my nape. Mingi’s lips barely brushed against mine and I tried to close the impossibly little distance between us, but he just tsked and smirked.
“Good girls eventually get what they want, princess, be a bit more patient.” I couldn’t help but groan in frustration as Mingi released me and took a step back, smirking as he swiped his thumb over my lower lip, smudging my lipstick. I threw him a glare, but he just laughed and then turned around and walked off with a cup he grabbed off from the counter. I couldn’t help but lick my lower lip, pressing a palm against my racing heart as I tapped the sweat off my forehead, needing another cup of water to cool off.
            And I didn’t even have to wait for too long. Four days after the party, my father asked me to stop by the car service because he couldn’t decide what color to choose for the tuning he was doing for one of his friend’s car. I couldn’t have been happier to stop by as I made it my personal mission to stay away from that place for as long as possible, embarrassed by what happened between Mingi and I at the party, but also because I wanted to torture him a bit too. I could only hope he yearned to see me as much as I yearned for him. My father was out, having to pick up some pieces in the nearest city, which was half an hour away, so that meant he’d be gone for approximately an hour and a half. Everyone was gone by now from the car service as working hours were over, everyone except Mingi, of course. He had to catch up on his work as he had to skip a day for some undisclosed business. And yes, Mingi should’ve been working right now on that old car nobody actually wanted to fix, but here he was, balls deep in my pussy, thrusting into me like his life depended on it. I guess he was just a simple man too, and he fell exactly into my trap as I walked through the garage door wearing my little sundress, high heels elongating my legs. It didn’t take long for Mingi to stop whatever he was doing as he dragged me to the backroom, where there were no cameras, and pushed up on the table, wasting no time in undressing himself and working up the both of us. My head was thrown back from the constant pleasure his movements brought, his length reaching places no one else has before, my right hand gripping his bare waist as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. Mingi was biting his lips hard, holding onto my hips as I had to hold myself up with one arm, muscle straining with each strong thrust. Perhaps I should have expected him to be vocal, but the whines he would let out every now and then only turned me on even more, dragging my own moans out of me. Grease stuck to his left cheek, just underneath his mole and his already sweaty body from working was glistening once again, smelling strongly of the substance he has been working with to clean rims of the old car.
“I bet you’ve been fantasizing about me fucking you covered in grease and all sweaty from the long day I’ve had.” My only answer was a loud moan as he hit the sweet spot which made me see stars, and for a second, all I could hear were his own pants and the table squeaking louder and louder with each thrust.
“You have no idea—” I moaned as I clenched around Mingi, mind blanching for a second as he hit that spot again, “How fucking hot you look—like this.”
My fingertips dug into his hips and Mingi suddenly leaned down, pressing my back flat against the wooden table, rotating his hips as he suddenly slowed down. My mouth opened in a gasp and my legs went around his hips, one hand tangling in his blonde spikey hair as the other went around his shoulders to anchor myself. Mingi groaned in my ear as I clenched around his length again, his thrusts painfully slow on purpose, making me try to move my hips, but he had me pinned down by his heavier body.
“Fuck, please—” My whine was muffled by his lips as he pressed them against mine, pushing his tongue past my lips as I kissed him hungrily, wanting to feel more and more of him. Our lips moved messily against each other as Mingi slightly quickened his pace, but it still wasn’t enough. My eyebrows were furrowed as it started becoming unbearable and I whined, pulling my head away and choking on my words for a second, “I’m going to fucking die if you don’t go faster.”
I couldn’t believe Mingi had the audacity to smirk as he bit my lower lip harshly, making me push his head away as he chuckled amused, fake pouting at me.
“Thought I said good girls get what they want—” He completely stilled, bringing tears into my eyes out of frustration as I gripped his nape, trying to move against him to no avail, “And you’re being rather impatient right now.”
But before I could say anything, the slightly stood up and pulled almost fully out before slamming in again, his pace relentless and thrusts sharp as he threw his head back, moaning, making me grip onto his lower arm as he hit my g-spot over and over again, making my back arch as broken moans left my lips, nails digging into his skin. I was going fucking insane as his thumb found my clit and he started rubbing circles on it, making me cry out as I felt my orgasm building up, ready to snap any second as Mingi’s moans got higher and higher, my walls clenching tightly around him, bringing him closer to the edge as well.
“Fuck.” He hissed at a particular sharp thrust, his hips almost stuttering but I managed to meet his movements, desperate for my own release as I clawed at the wooden table, back arching as the pleasure became unbearable and the knot in my stomach snapped, making me let out a high-pitched moan, only for Mingi’s lips to muffle it as his hips stuttered, his own release following mine, filling me up. My body trembled and my lungs heaved for air as I came down from the high, our lips touching with Mingi as we both panted into each other’s mouths. His scent was intoxicating and I couldn’t help but burry my head into his neck and lightly bite down on his perfect skin, making him shudder. He didn’t pull out yet and I felt him twitch slightly, making me chuckle.
“So, I’m hot when I’m all sweaty and covered in grease?” He spoke up, voice raspy, and his words made me laugh as I allowed my head to rest against the wooden table, throwing an arm over my eyes. I could feel Mingi’s smile as he pressed a kiss against the corner of my mouth, swiftly pulling out.
“I said it once, I won’t say it again.” I peeked at him as he quickly pulled up his boxers and tight pants, adjusting his tank top.
“If I knew all I had to do was change my hairstyle for you to finally let me fuck you—” Mingi shook his head as he helped me off the table, smirking when I had to lean against it for support, my legs having gone numb, “I would’ve done it a lot earlier.”
“Perhaps if you weren’t so oblivious,” I threw him a glare and pulled up my panties, adjusting my dress, “You would’ve noticed how badly I wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, idiot.”
Mingi laughed and threw an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me into himself, “Now that that’s out of the way…do you want to date or do you want us to just fuck?”
His question made me pause as I looked up in his eyes, biting my lower lip in thought, “You want to go out with me?”
“I sure do.” Mingi said it like it was the most obvious thing, then he jutted his chin towards mine, “What about you?”
“What do you think?” I asked with a chuckle.
“That we should go for a second round—”
“Mingi!” I pressed my palm over his mouth and threw him a little glare, “My father could be back anytime, you know. And yes, I do want to date you. Unless you’re always this annoying.”
Mingi fake laughed as he pushed my hand off his mouth, “Aren’t you just so funny?”
I stuck my tongue out at him and he tried kissing it, making me yelp and push him away, which made Mingi giggle as he placed his hands in his pockets, “So, tomorrow at six?”
“But you better shower before you come pick me up.” I pointed a finger at him as we went to leave the room.
“I thought I smelled hot—”
“You can’t smell hot, so just—” I sighed and looked at him, “Just—dress up. You—I mean, you know, you looked really good at the party. I haven’t seen you out of your work clothes before.”
“Aw, aren’t you so shy right now and stuttering all of a sudden?” He cooed and poked my cheek, “As if I wasn’t inside you—”
“Y/N, you still here?!” I heard my father’s voice shout from afar and I threw Mingi a warning look as I pushed him away. He walked towards the car he had to fix defeated, throwing me those sad puppy eyes and a pout as my father walked inside the garage.
“Hi.” I waved at him and he smiled, glancing at Mingi.
“You can fix it tomorrow too, you know?” My father said as he went to put his own utensils away. Mingi hummed but said he didn’t have much until he was done, liar. My father glanced at me and I looked away from Mingi, smiling at my father innocently. He just shook his head and threw his keys at me, making me clumsily catch them.
“Go pick up your mother, I’ll stay behind and help Mingi fix the car.” He muttered tiredly as he walked up to my soon-to-be-boyfriend, oblivious to what Mingi would soon become to him as well. Not just an employee, but perhaps a part of our family too. I jokingly saluted my father as I stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Mingi, who was already watching me.
“Goodbye, Mingi.”
“Bye, Y/N.” Mingi tried to fight the smile off his lips as I turned around and ran off with a giggle, cheeks burning suddenly with embarrassment.
Good girls eventually get what they want, don’t they?
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thatstonedwriter · 5 months
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⋆。˚ 「 Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy~
Fizzaroli x Asmodeus 」 ⋆。˚
◉ Warnings; some suggestive themes, references to substances
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~Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 o'clock)~
Fizz eagerly pats on foundation, and carefully slips into his date-night suit. Tonight, he and Ozzie are heading to an exclusive restaurant in the Gluttony Ring, and Fizz couldn't be more excited.
Of course, Asmodeus' status means he and Fizzarolli receive the most luxurious treatment. They're seated in a private back room with dim lights, and are surrounded by elegant pearl-white curtains decorated with dark pink embroidery and beads.
~I will pay the bill, you taste the wine~
The two take full advantage of being in the Gluttony Ring, enjoying fancy food and wines. The pair quickly gets inebriated, giggling and flirting shamelessly.
After the wine tastings, the multi-course meals, and enjoying the night life, pair is ready to head back home, and so Asmodeus hails transportation back to the Lust Ring.
~Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine~
Of course, the ride home is so boring, so Asmodeus and Fizz take interest in each other; kissing and canoodling in the back seat of the cab Asmodeus summoned.
Once they're back home, Fizz giddily stumbles through the front door, Asmodeus not far behind.
~Ooh, love (there he goes again) Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh)~
Fizz and Ozzie settle in on a love seat in Asmodeus' bedroom, turning on the TV for background noise as they snuggle into each other's embrace.
~Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy~
──‎ ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──
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tojipie · 1 year
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3:30
pt. 2
content: age gap, reader of age as always, dilf toji, nsfw, teasing
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“toji?” you stand in the doorway of the older man’s bedroom, anxiously playing with the hem of your sweater. the suns only barely began to peek through the blinds of the house, shrouding his form in a blanket of semi-darkness.
you anxiously watch the rise and fall of his chest, waiting for a reply. the deep rumble of his breath fills the room as you rethink whether you should bother him on his only day off.
“i missed the bus.” you whisper apologetically, padding to the side of his bed and prodding his buff shoulders with your much smaller hand. “m’sorry.”
the huff the older man let’s out only makes you feel worse as you watch him turn over, pulling the covers over himself and settling deeper into the mattess .
“‘m’sorry toji…” you whine over the lump forming in your throat. the pressure you feel behind your eyes soon gives way to the feeling of watery tears. “i-it’s finals week a-and—“
“you know why i let you live with gumi n’ me pretty girl?” he cuts you off abruptly, eyes still closed as he mumbles into his pillow.
you’re taken aback by the question, unsure whether he wants an actual answer or not.
“cause my parents kicked me out?” you mumble, rubbing the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.
“cause i knew you’re not the kind of broad who likes to be a fucking bother.” he states plainly, finally opening a sleep-swollen eye to look back at you with a half grin.
you’re about to apologize again but quickly quiet down and step back once he rises from the covers. toji reaches for the jug of water by his night stand, taking a hearty swing before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes rake over your form, stopping appreciatively at your bottom half.
“fuck you got on?” he asks, taking another swing of water. the sleazy grin on his face let’s you know he’s just teasing.
“it’s our uniform.” you state plainly, a little embarrassed from the attention. you lean forward and look down at your bare legs, smoothing the creases in your skirt with your hands. “megumi kind of wears the same thing, just with slacks. you’ve seen him.”
“megumi doesn’t roll his little skirt up like a tease, sweet girl.” the older man chuckles, lifting the hem of your sweater to thumb at your double-folded waistband.
“everyone does that.” you mutter, stepping back to hide the way your thighs squeeze together at his whims.
“oh yeah?” toji rises with a groan and passes you without so much as a glance, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his face with a calloused hand.
“get my keys.” he tells you. “fuck... what i gotta take care of you too?”
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“thank you for driving me.” you mumble, closing your eyes at the feeling of the warm spring air circulating through the car. toji has the roof down, clad in a black wife beater as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the song currently booming through the classic vehicle.
“huh?” he leans in, motioning for you to tell him in his ear, clearly unable to hear you over the music.
“wh- thank you for driving me!” you half yell, eyes wandering to the half empty bottles of water that line the floor of his green dodge.
“yeah, you’re good doll.” he tells you, still nodding along to the song. “don’t worry about it.”
you’re thankful to have no onlookers as the two of you pull up to the front of campus. the older man makes no effort to turn down the radio, unlocking the car and lighting a cigarette while you gather your bag from the backseat.
“i’ll pick you up, ok?”
you pause, looking up at him with unease.
“you don’t have to..”
“i want to.” he tells you, blowing smoke to the side with a grin. “i’ll take you for ice cream or something. you like shit like that right?”
you nod, mouth slightly agape at his sudden show of interest. you could do ice cream, in fact you’d love to do ice cream.
“3:30 then?” you ask him, padding over to the door of the driver’s side.
he nods, taking another drag.
“thank you.” you mumble, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, immediately recoiling in embarrassment.
“fuck.” he groans, reaching over to smack the back of your thigh with a calloused hand. smoke trails over his lips when he speaks.
“yeah, 3:30.”
you feel your stomach melt as you watch him drive away. what you don’t see is the ways he snakes one hand down to give his cock a squeeze before turning the radio up further.
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Sex Dreamz
Set pre-first intimacy scene, but after the bite scene so you know he's a vampire.
Rating: E Pairing: Fem!Reader x Astarion Summary: Astarion is trancing but ends up having a sex dream about you both during his trance. His tadpole, unbeknownst to him, begins signaling to you to join in on his dream. The next day, he has absolutely no idea you saw everything the night before, and tries playing it off like he still has the complete upper hand.
Enjoy reading! There's a fun twist in this. 👀
CW: dubcon - inappropriate use of tadpole, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, not sure if this falls under the bdsm umbrella but I'll flag it, PiV, creampie
Sleep avoids you this night.
Your mind is racing, trying to process all that has happened over the last three weeks. You feel as though you've aged a lifetime in such a small span of time.
A soft rustling from your vampire companion jolts you from your thoughts. He chose to trance tonight, telling you earlier in the evening that he, too, had a lot to take in regarding their journey.
Yet, in the three weeks you've been together, you can't recall Astarion ever being so… animated in this state.
You're human, a soldier for the City Watch. You've little to no idea how trancing for elves works. To you, it's akin to sleeping. Astarion explained it once to you before, but it was in one ear, out the other by the time he reached the conclusion. You still remember the scowl on his face after you'd told him you didn't understand a word he just said.
He was really cute when he got flustered.
You watch him twitch again, his face now bunching up into a wince. Air is pushed from his nostrils in a quick huff as his head comes to rest toward one side. His face relaxes.
Is he… dreaming?
Can you even dream while trancing?
You're about to turn over to attempt some sleep when a warm caress begins to envelop your mind. The tadpole quivers within your skull.
It recognizes the intruder.
“Astarion?” your brain asks. You look over to your companion laying on the ground adjacent to you. You don't receive acknowledgement from him, though the warm embrace still remains.
His tadpole is asking to join yours.
Why would he want that, you wonder? Was he even aware? You close your eyes and lay back, allowing your mind to meld with his.
You're looking up at a young woman on top of you. She's grinding herself in your lap, cheeks stained red by the blush creeping up from her neck. Her lips are puffy, her jaw slack as soft moans fall from her throat with each rise and fall of her hips. Hands are gripping her thighs, fingertips sinking into the plush flesh, helping guide her rhythm.
It takes you a moment to realize that the hands on this woman's thighs are not your own. You look down to the apex of your thighs, astonished to find that this woman was spearing herself repeatedly over a cock, which was, in fact, not your own.
Finally, your eyes move up the woman's body. Her skin was pale and freckled, not unlike your own. Her thighs trailed up to widened hips, her hips narrowing a bit at the waist. Her breasts fall full and heavy from her chest; again, not much unlike your own.
It isn't until you see the woman's hair that it hits you.
This woman wasn't some random woman.
This woman was you.
Another realization washes over you: you're not looking from your own point of view.
You're looking at yourself from Astarion's point of view.
The cock between your thighs is Astarion's.
Astarion is having a sex dream… about you.
You feel everything through your tadpole connection. Your warm, tight, velvet heat pulling on his cock as you bounce in his lap. The weight of your hands splayed on his chest for balance. The sensation under his nails as they dig into the skin of your thighs.
You feel the rhythmic pull behind his pubic bone resonate within yourself. Your own mouth falls open simultaneously with his, his eyes rolling back into his skull behind hooded lids as his hips drive mindlessly into your core, chasing more of the sensation.
He looks down at the place you're joined and groans. You can see how much of a sopping mess he's made you, the length of him slick with your arousal. He places a thumb upon the swollen nub between your thighs, rubbing it in a circular pattern.
You watch through Astarion's eyes as your body convulses at this new sensation, feeling how your walls contract around him. He bends his legs at the knees and briefly places his hands on either side of your waist, tilting you back to rest against the tops of his thighs.
You throw your head back as his hips piston up into your core. He's gritting his teeth now, jaw tense as the coiling in his lower abdomen winds tighter. Your hands fly to the tops of his knees to hold yourself steady, a string of moans falling from your lips as the head of his cock catches repeatedly on that one spot that makes your vision turn white.
With one well angled thrust you're suddenly hanging over him, shouting out your pleasure as it rips up your spine. Astarion takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around your upper back, holding you tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm. His lips brush against the crook of your neck and he pants into your skin, leaning your head in a silent offering.
Astarion wastes little time. Shards of ice pierce the supple flesh of your neck as his canines rip through into your vein. You taste your blood on his tongue as it flows freely into his mouth. It's sweet, floral; a rush of heat shoots up Astarion's abdomen and the coil snaps. He's spilling over the edge, your walls still massaging his length with the remnants of your climax. He fucks his spend deeper into you with short snaps of his hips.
He unlatches from your neck, lapping up the small rivulets of blood that seep from your punctures, sighing in satisfaction as he finally lays his head back against the ground under him.
The connection suddenly breaks.
You're laying on your bedroll, as you had been prior, the embers of the fire before you flickering dully. You look over to the vampire laying off to your side. He looks… relieved. His face is relaxed, his breathing at an even tempo. Your eyes travel further down his form and catch the outline of… something, pushing against the front of his breeches.
A damp patch can be seen toward the head of the object; it takes your lust-clouded brain a minute to realize that object was indeed Astarion's cock, and that damp spot was his essence leaking from its tip, surely the result of his recent dream.
Yet, he remains entranced.
Did he really have no idea what just happened? Did he really not know his tadpole had revealed his thoughts?
The next day, while you're making your way to the Goblin Camp, Astarion pulls you briskly to the side. “Darling,” he begins, “I was just thinking about you!”
He continues on, telling you how he's “grown to like the whole package,” tells you he would like to share an evening with you. His voice is posh with a sort of sensuality to it, cool and completely composed.
It dawns on you that he's completely clueless as to what happened the night before. Completely ignorant of the fact that you know how he lusts for you.
You agree to his proposition, and he vows to meet you later tonight at someplace intimate after the others have fallen asleep. The tips of your fingers and toes tingle with anticipation of your fated encounter.
If it's to be anything like his dream, you simply cannot wait for the sun to set.
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Song Drabble Game (Stranger Things)
Rules: Put your music on shuffle. Write a drabble for the song that plays. You can only write until the music stops.
Song: Favorite Place - All Time Low (ft. The Band CAMINO)
Pairing: Steddie
Eddie knew all about Steve Harrington. Rich parents, popular, and all the girls loved him. He had to be a douche, right? 
Dustin Henderson argued otherwise, but Eddie hadn’t believed him. At least, not until he’d seen Steve’s big, beautiful heart in action, how ready he was to step in and help when someone he cared about needed it. And somehow, Eddie had become one of those people. 
Steve has become one of Eddie’s people, too. It’s an outcome he never would’ve expected for them. Another surprise is the fact that when the world gets scary now, Steve is the one Eddie turns to. For comfort. For peace. 
Steve Harrington has become Eddie’s favorite place.
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cheeseceli · 13 days
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Thinking about how...
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Mingi has a boyish smile, you notice.
He's pretty famous for being this tough, tall and intimidating (in the best way possible) guy. His smiles often turn out into smirks and you just know that he has full consciousness of his qualities.
However, when it's just the two of you he seems very... boyish. His voice gets a little bit higher, like he is a kid who's getting excited about their favourite show. His eyes seem like they are discovering the little things about life for the first time. And his smile is pure. And so is his laugh.
It seems like little giggles at first. It seems like he finds everything amusing and it's precious to see this. He laughs like life's worth living. He smiles like he's grateful to be by your side.
You like this side of him. And he likes how you make this side of him flourish.
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Dividers by @cafekitsune
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yuyusuyu · 8 months
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the princess treatment chronicles!
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pairing. non idol! best friend! song mingi x non idol! fem! reader
synopsis. the five times you accidentally completed the steps that would make mingi swoon also known as the five times you accidentally gave him princess treatment and he kept falling harder for you each time
warnings. mentions of food, getting sick, fire (someone get mingi away from the grill), cursing (wooyoung naur)
genres. romance, fluff, comedy, best friends to something more
ft. non idol! ateez
wc. 3k
pt 2. here !
a/n. happy birthday to our lovely mingi :( (this was supposed to be posted in two days wtaf 😭 guys pls just ignore and pretend it was posted on his bday 😭 my queue os my biggest enemy now)
reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!
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MINGI has a list. it's a special list to him, one that speaks volumes about him.
speaks volumes about a step-by-step process on how to make him, song mingi, fall in love with someone.
now, this list is hidden in his notes app, and the physical copy of this is hidden in one of his math notebooks from high school. he is the only person to know about this list, other than his best friend, of course (only because yunho accidentally saw him writing it out instead of doing math homework with him).
yunho calls it 'a step-by-step guide to the princess treatment' but mingi likes to correct his friend, telling him that it's actually called 'the way to song mingi's heart.'
yunho likes to call it otherwise.
but what does that have to do with you? well, for starters, mingi met you through yunho. it was completely accidental. according to yunho, he was never going to introduce you because you're like a little sister to him and you might end up stealing mingi from him by being your lovable self. instead of that happening, you two had instantly clicked and the three of you became a little trio, one that somehow always managed to spend time with each other everyday.
crazy.
how mingi and yunho managed to keep the list a secret from you, they have no idea (and yunho has no idea why mingi doesn’t want you knowing. the three of you tell each other everything to the point that it can be seen as oversharing at times), how they’ve managed to keep this list hidden from you for so long—three years, to be exact.
until now, that is.
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STEP ONE TO MAKE SONG MINGI FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: RUN INTO A PUBLIC PLACE IN A DRAMATIC MANNER WITH SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO MINGI ! (IT SHOWS THAT YOU CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU)
mingi frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed when he looks up at yunho. “she’s ten minutes late.”
yunho nods, also frowning. “maybe something came up and that’s why she’s running late?”
slumping down in his seat, mingi sighs, grumbling, “yeah, but she would’ve texted us by now if something happened. you know how yn is…”
the bells of the café entrance chimes, signaling the appearance of a customer. mingi, at this point, has given up checking if every new customer that walks into the café is you. he folds his arms on the table, resting his head as he pouts.
“oh yn!”
and then he immediately perks up in his seat, excitedly turning around to face you. yunho gets up, giving you a hug before ushering you into the seat next to mingi’s.
“i’m so sorry,” you wheeze, “i was going to text the group chat but then my phone died.”
yunho tilts his head. “your phone died? you don’t usually use your phone while you have a shift at the restaurant.”
“i don’t,” you say, running a hand through your tousled hair. “but i forgot to charge my phone before i left my place, and then when i went to that doughnut place, the lines were ridiculously long but i was already in line so i decided to suck it up and—"
“woah,” laughs mingi. “slow down.”
“sorry,” you mumble, sighing and taking in a breath before continuing. “i went to the doughnut place that just opened up. i read on a forum that wednesday afternoons are usually the slowest, so i decided i’d stop by before coming over to the cafe to study with you guys. when i got there, there was already a line that was about to start wrapping around the store, so i had to beat this lady next to me that wanted to get in line.”
“a lady,” yunho repeats, chuckling. 
you hum. “yeah. i beat her to it, by the way. anyway, i was checking the time and saw it was already nearing the time we decided on, so i was in the middle of sending a text when my phone died.” you take out your phone from your tote bag along with a box.
it’s then that cogs in mingi’s brain starts working when he eyes the cursive lettering on the box.
“oh, isn’t that the doughnut place mingi’s been wanting to try out?” yunho asks, hands stretching out to grab the box.
you slap his hands, earning a laugh from the taller male as he brings them back to his side. “yes,” you reply, side-eyeing yunho. “meaning this isn’t for you.”
grabbing the box, you sheepishly smile at mingi, handing it over to him. “i know you’ve been trying to find the time to go over and try their doughnuts, but since my workplace is closer… i mean, why not?”
“excuse us for a second,” mingi mumbles, leaving you confused as he grabs yunho’s arm and drags him over to a corner in the cafe. once you’re out of earshot, mingi clears his throat. “what the hell was that?”
“what was what?” whispers yunho, blinking as he watches mingi glance over at you. you’re in the middle of trying to tame down your wild hair.
“she just completed step one.”
yunho gasps, turning mingi around by his shoulders. “no way,” he says. “did you tell her about the list?”
“what? no!” he cries out. “how did she even do it? yunho, i swear if you told her—”
“that’s not my secret to tell!” yunho whisper-shouts. “listen, this was probably a one time thing. there’s no way she even knows about it. plus, maybe she was just feeling a little generous today towards you!”
mingi slowly nods. “yeah,” he mumbles. “yeah, you’re right. let’s head back before yn starts asking questions…”
yunho was not right.
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STEP TWO: IN MINGI’S TIME OF NEED, DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN ORDER TO MAKE HIM FEEL HAPPY (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT TIME IT IS OR WHAT YOU’RE DOING)
mingi grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and drops his things on the floor by the door, closing it and shuffling over to his room as he angrily sends a text to the group chat.
it’s already one in the morning. yunho is most likely gaming and you’re most likely already sleeping. regardless, mingi still sends a text and doesn’t bother waiting for an answer as he flops down into his bed face-first.
he barely manages to make out the sound of his phone ringing. he blindly searches for his phone until his hand finally finds it. grunting, he brings it to his face, his eyes squinting at the screen from the brightness in comparison to his dark room.
yn: you still have your spare key in the same place, right?
mingi: i thought you had my spare after last time?
he sees that you’re in the middle of typing, so he waits until you finally send another message.
yn: oh
yn: yeah, you’re right. just found it on my keychain 
mingi: i’m always right
yn: mmmmmm i wouldn’t say that but sure…
mingi: bruh
again, the typing bubble pops up on his screen before it disappears. mingi’s a bit confused, he won’t lie. he thought you would already be sleeping, but you weren’t. he snorts. “she asked me about my spare key instead of what’s wrong…?”
he shakes his head, stuffing it into his pillow. “whatever,” he mumbles.
mingi swears he’d only closed his eyes for a brief moment when the sound of his door unlocking fills the air. he stiffens in his bed before scrambling off, fumbling to find something to protect himself. he unplugs the lamp by his nightstand and grips it tightly, quietly tiptoeing towards his door.
“mingi?”
“yn, what the hell?” mingi groans, stepping out of his room and walking into the living room area of his apartment.
you narrow your eyes in confusion, pointing at the lamp he’s still holding. “why do you have a lamp in your hand?”
“the real question here is why are you here?” he huffs, leaning down to put the lamp on the floor. mingi then crosses his arms over his chest, “and why aren’t you sleeping?”
“i was about to sleep,” you say, walking past mingi and into his room. he follows you, his mouth open in surprise. “but then you texted that you had a shit day, so here i am.” you drop the bag you’re holding onto his bed, turning around. “now why the hell did you have a lamp in your hand?”
mingi clears his throat. “i, uh, thought someone was breaking in…”
you snort, sitting on his bed and patting the space next to the bag. “that’s funny, mings. no one is going to break in if you’re a broke college student.”
huffing, he grumbles as he sits down on his bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “shut up.”
“mhm,” you hum. “now tell me about why you had a shit day while we eat some of your favorites, yeah?” you stick your hand into the bag and take out one of his favorite snacks, opening the bag and handing it over to him while you shift around to face him.
he thinks his heart started beating a little too fast for his liking.
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STEP THREE: WHEN MINGI IS STRUGGLING TO DO SOMETHING, JUST DO IT FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF HE NEEDS ASSITANCE (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU NOTICE WHEN HE IS STRUGGLING)
you look between yunho and mingi. yunho’s trying so hard not to laugh, but his smile gives him away. he obviously finds mingi struggling to light the grill amusing. 
“c’mon,” you slap yunho’s arm, earning a whine from him. “don’t be a bully.”
“yeah, yunho,” mingi says, looking up for a brief second to glare at him before looking back at the box of matches in his hand. “don’t be a bully.”
you gently take the box away from mingi’s hands, taking out a match and striking it against the box, a flame appearing. you grab the lighter fluid and pour some on the charcoal before  chucking the match into the grill, a fire immediately coming to life.
mingi gasps and hides behind you, startled. yunho laughs at the sight. “no way you’re hiding behind yn right now,” he says, wiping tears away from his eyes. “she’s literally so short compared to you.”
“shut up, jeong yunho.” you point at him. “or else i’ll change my netflix password.”
yunho gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!”
as you and yunho quarrel, mingi sighs, hiding his face in his hands when he feels the back of his neck grow unbearably hot.
you are doing a number on him.
and he’s a little scared.
because you’re his best friend.
and he can’t believe that his best friend, of all people, would be completing his five-step-guide in making him fall for someone.
he has to talk to yunho soon about this.
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STEP FOUR: WHEN MINGI IS HURT, HELP AND CODDLE HIM (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU CARE A LOT ABOUT HIM)
he never got the chance to talk to yunho about this.
after your impromptu bbq day at yunho’s place, mingi ended up getting sick. he didn’t tell anyone, not wanting to bother anyone and burden them with taking care of him. so here he is, laying in his bed, shivering and clutching onto his blankets for dear life.
he hears his front door clicking open, and he groans. “go away!” he croaks, sneezing afterwards. “i have nothing to offer you, you thief!”
you laugh. “seriously? you think i’m some robber again?”
at the sound of your voice, mingi’s heart skips a beat. he clears his throat. “no… what are you doing here? i seriously need to take my spare key away from you…”
“yeah, yeah,” you say, walking into his room and raising an eyebrow when you see the state he’s in. “why didn’t you tell yunho or i about this, mings? we would’ve come running to you.”
he sneezes. “i didn’t want to annoy anyone,” he says, lowering his blankets from his face just to see you.
you click your tongue and walk to the side of the bed, pressing your hand to the back of his forehead. “don’t be silly, mingi. you know we don’t find you annoying… at least i don’t find you annoying,” you mumble, straightening your back and walking out of the room. “i’m going to make you some soup, you weakling! don’t get up!”
mingi lets out a weak laugh, sneezing afterwards. “yes, ma’am…”
“what was that?”
“yes, ma’am!” he yells, his voice cracking. mingi hears you giggle to yourself.
he huffs, pulling his blankets over his head.
when you’re done making the soup, you carry a bowl and some cough medicine into his room and find that he’s asleep. you set the bowl on his nightstand, shaking him awake as gently as possible. “mingi,” you whisper. “mingi, i have the soup. i need you to wake up so that i can feed you.”
“feed me?” he asks, whispering.
you hum, opting to card your hand through his hair that’s been growing out recently. “yeah, i need to feed you.”
“feed… feed me?” mingi screeches, abruptly sitting up. you gasp, almost falling off the bed.
clearing your throat, you reach out to grab the bowl, placing it in your lap and grabbing a spoonful, blowing on it slightly before leaning away. “here…”
mingi stares at you, wide-eyed.
you purse your lips. “mingi, i need you to eat so that you can get better.”
“right!” he says, his voice an octave higher than usual as he moves to eat the soup. when he leans back, mingi sees you smiling at him.
his stomach does some summersaults.
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STEP FIVE: TAKE CARE OF MINGI (THIS SHOWS THAT HE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU)
mingi puffs his cheeks out, trying not to laugh as he takes out his keys.
“yunho, i need you to carry the cake… actually, never mind, jongho can you please carry the cake?”
yunho gasps. “yn, do you not believe in me and my capabilities to carry a cake?”
“...no, i don’t.”
“what the—”
hongjoong claps once. “stop fighting!” he says. “mingi’s going to be here any minute now—”
“actually,” pipes up seonghwa. “it says that he just arrived.”
“what the fuck!” wooyoung screams. “guys, hurry the fuck up! he’s coming!”
“wooyoung… stop screaming… you’re giving us away,” yeosang says.
“yeah, what my boyfriend said.” san says.
“san, dude, how many times do i have to tell you that i am not your boyfriend.”
mingi takes in a deep breath before shoving his keys into the lock, the noise going on on the other side immediately stopping. he can hear you all shuffling around until someone whisper-shouts at jongho to go shut the door.
“what the—but i’m carrying the cake?” jongho sounds baffled.
“give me the cake and go stop mingi from coming in! yunho hasn’t finished hanging the stupid banner!” you cry out.
mingi assumes jongho’s laying his weight on top of the door because he can’t push it open.
“did you just call me stupid, yn?”
“no, but i will if you don’t hurry up!”
“guys,” hongjoong sighs, and mingi can bet that he’s rubbing his temples. “i think mingi can hear you.”
he sure can.
“okay, jongho come back!”
mingi snorts, pushing the door open and flicking the lights on. yunho’s awkwardly holding the end of a birthday banner up while the other end is taped onto the wall. hongjoong and seonghwa both sigh in unison at how badly the surprise is coming along, and wooyoung and san are trying to push each other out of the way so that one of them can stand next to yeosang, who is rolling his eyes and trying to shuffle away from the two. jongho stands to your side, the only one who is actually smiling at him—oh, he’s lying.
you’re smiling at him while holding a birthday cake.
“suprise, mings!” you say.
everyone yells happy birthday to him, and somehow he finds himself getting shoved by wooyoung towards the small table he has by the kitchen. you’re standing next to him, laughing as you put the paper party hat on his head, making sure that the thin string is secured underneath his chin before moving to get the knife.
“let mingi cut the cake!” wooyoung yells.
“he could get himself cut, and the birthday boy shouldn’t have to do it unless he wants to,” you chide, glancing up at mingi through your eyelashes. “do you want to cut it, mings?”
he swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head afterwards. “no,” he breathes out, licking his lips. “you can do it for me, if that’s okay.”
you grin at him, carefully cutting up the cake. you place the slices on plates, making sure that the biggest slice goes to mingi.
oh no, he thinks.
you’ve officially completed his five-step-guide to his heart.
“um, yn?” mingi leans down to whisper into your ear.
you hum in response.
“can we talk for a sec?”
nodding, you let yourself get dragged by mingi into his room. after closing the door, he looks at you and you notice that his ears are very red.
“are you okay?” you ask, pointing at your ears. “your ears are red.”
mingi whines, covering his face with his hand. “can you turn around real quick?”
“okay…”
mingi peeks through his fingers, sighing in relief when your back is facing him. he clears his throat and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. “i, uh… would you like to go out for dinner sometime this week?”
“as a date?” you ask, fighting the urge to turn around to look at him.
in a small voice, mingi replies. “yeah… as a date.”
“i’d like that.”
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