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im-not-a-ghost · 9 months ago

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Who's your next boo?

Group 1

General info | Death, The Moon, page of swords, Queen of pentacles, 5 of cups, 3 of pentacles

This person is an introvert, a lone wolf, someone that doesn't share a lot of information about them. They have a rather juvenile yet mysterious vibe. They give me Wednesday Addams vibes. This is someone that is very intense, serious, they don't joke with connections. If they let you in their circle, that means that they trust you and that isn't an easy thing for them to do so you should feel lucky, kind of feeling. This is someone that feels very unlucky in love and relationships overall but is extremely effective when it comes to their job and studies. We have someone who's witty, snarky, productive. A workaholic. Someone that works well in teams, especially when they feel encouraged and valuated. This person is a major stalker. When you think you got them figured out you discover a new layer of their personality that puts everything in question. They, however, have figured you out right from the start. This is someone that is extremely observant. They could be into occultism, mythology, horror movies, documentaries about history or science, dark fantasy movies and novels, and so on. They have a very deep personality and can be very giving, generous, kind. However, they appear extremely cold and ruthless towards others, especially when you don't know them. This person is known to have a shitty personality and a lot of people may bad mouth them. But the reality is that they know nothing about your person. And they want it to stay this way. Your person doesn't care about what other people think. They are fine with being alone if it means protecting themselves from harm. They've been through a lot so they are extremely wary around people. But once you get past their shell, you will discover a true diamond. In terms of zodiac signs, I'm getting major Scorpio vibes, as well as Cancer and Taurus. When it comes to their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather small with a very bold look. They could wear a lot of black, but it doesn't have to be. Even if their clothes are colorful, the way they dress gives a very strict and dangerous kind of vibe. They could wear a lot of leather, boots, baggy clothes, bombers and so on. I think their skin is rather fair, but again that doesn't have to be the case for everyone. However, there is definitely something about their eyes, especially if their chart is heavily influenced by Scorpio. And their face can sometimes look expressionless or rigid, a bit like a porcelain doll. In certain situations that can be kind of creepy.

Context | 3 of cups, 2 of cups, King of pentacles, 5 of cups, 7 of wands

You may meet them in a working context or because of your work in an indirect way. I'm picking up on someone being dissatisfied with how things are going in their career. At some point, that person decides to act on it and try to tip the scales in their favor. For some reason, that person ends up at some sort of a gathering. Somewhere entertaining, where people are having fun. It can be a club, a bar, a concert, a convention, a family reunion, a celebration held by a company to wish someone well. You get my drift. In such context, both of you meet when you least expected it. I feel like on both ends, going to this gathering wasn't part of your initial plan. But you both felt like you had to go. For some of you, this meeting may already have happened. However, your connection with this person is in it's beginning stages. I get a feeling of someone competing to get the other's attention. People just mindlessly having fun and trying to forget about their issues. Feeling relieved and optimistic about life again after a long period of self doubt and struggles. It's like this meeting is happening at the right place and the right time but both had no idea they needed each other so badly until they crossed paths.

Signs to look for | The Lovers, The Sun, Death, Wheel of Fortune

When a major shift is happening in your life and you feel like you're going through a rebirth in all areas of your life, that may be a sign that this person is coming into your life. When you are starting to feel positive about love and relationships again, when you feel like you're finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. After an important decision that changes the game for you, whether it's in your career, in your studies or on a personal level.

-> Other possible signs : apples, clouds, doves, snakes, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 6/19/13/10, Leo season, July, August, skeletons, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November, crowns, sphinx, egyptian mythology, fixed signs, wheels

Group 2

General info | 7 of cups, 2 of pentacles, Temperance, The Lovers, Judgement, 9 of swords

In terms of Zodiac signs, we have Libra, Gemini, Sagittarius, in other words mainly mutable signs. This is someone that could be described as "wishy washy" by others. They may be the type of person that struggles to make decisions, that often times feels indecisive when faced with many options. Someone that may have a hard time focusing on one thing at a time, and that may include people. We have someone that likes to remain in their comfort zone because it reassures them. We have someone that also lives a very balanced life. They always do the same things over and over again without getting bored. They are rather optimistic about life, even if they tend to overthink and may struggle with depression at times. This is someone that is shy around strangers and tends to keep things surface level with people in general. They can seem a bit naive and dreamy, a bit of a perfectionist sometimes. They are sociable to some extent and wish to get closer to people but they have a hard time opeining up for fear of rejection. This is someone that is curious and enjoys trying various hobbies, they may enjoy traveling and meeting up with people from various cultures. In terms of their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather slim, tall. That has a very casual vibe to them. Someone that people barely notice on the street because of how shy they are. This may be someone that walks silently and doesn't engage in conversations unless they've been invited to. Outside, they are the type to keep their headphones in their ears and come back home as fast as they can. They may have a fear of crowds and stutter sometimes. They could have wavy hair or long bangs that hide their eyes. They could wear a lot of hats or caps. They give me Tyler Galpin vibes. They're sweet and kind, they don't cause much trouble but they don't know how to act around people. They may have a hard time processing their own feelings, let alone that of others. They tend to have social anxiety.

Context | 3 of wands, 4 of swords, 3 of swords, 7 of cups, 6 of wands

For this group I am picking up on health and travel related causes of meeting. I'm picking up on someone deciding to take a break from something in their life that has really exhausted them. That break ends up being a travel of some sort. It could be a short term travel or a really big one, it depends on your situation. That person is really hurt and needs to take time for themselves to overcome whatever pain they are going through. It could be because of a break up, because of a burn out, because they've lost a loved one or because they are struggling with important health issues. Anyways, this person chooses to cut ties with whatever has been weighing on their mind and get back to a more cheerful spirit. Both of you may be going through a similar experience and this could be the reason why you bond very quickly. This connection could start as a friendship. For some reason, I'm picking up on a race. Maybe both of you decide to do a marathon or something sports related to take care of your respective health and have an activity that can help you take your mind off of your worries. That could be running, swimming, hiking, anything really. I get a feeling of you two celebrating a victory of some sort and this bringing you closer. This happy event could be the trigger that turns this friendship into a romantic connection.

Signs to look for | 4 of wands, The Lovers, 9 of pentacles, Death

When someone around you is getting married or engaged in some type of way, when you are choosing to remain single and start anew instead of building a relationship with a partner, when you are cutting ties with someone from your family/close circle thus choosing your well-being over people pleasing. When you feel like you are doing good on your own and don't need anyone to feel valuable and worthy of love. When you are prioritizing your needs and happiness over that of others. Those are all signs that this person is near.

-> Other signs : mannor, forest, celebrations (marriages, birthday parties, winning a sports event...), clouds, snakes, apples, doves, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 4/6/9/13 , a public garden, an important domain, an iron gate, skeletons, crows, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November

Group 3

General info | 10 of wands, The Moon, The Star, page of swords, 7 of wands, 3 of pentacles

This may be someone that is an influencer, a celebrity of some sort or at least someone that uses social media a lot in the context of their work. This is also someone that is very busy and currently single. This is a person that feels burdened and exhausted by the important amount of responsibilities that they have to deal with on a daily basis. This is someone that is very secretive, hard working, a fast learner, someone curious, chatty when they feel like it, with a strong mind and a combattive spirit. This person likes competition. They strive to be the number one in everything they do. They could be studying on the side, when they're not working to improve their skills and sharpen their mind. In terms of zodiac signs, we have Cancer, Leo, Aquarius mostly. When it comes to their appearance, this is someone that is conventionally attractive. They have a bit of a trendy nerd aesthetic or overworked light academia vibe. They're quite classy when it comes to the way they dress. It's not exhuberant but you definitely feel that they have the money. This is someone that is sociable but tends to be alone because of how busy they are and how much of a workaholic they can be. They may have a bit of a mischievous look. What I am mostly picking up on is someone with a strong jaw, that tends to frown their eyebrows and looks tense. They may wear glasses from time to time. They give me Xavier Thorpe vibes. This is the type of person that hides their kindness behind a cocky brawler attitude. They may sometimes be voluntarily arrogant to keep certain types of people away from them. They don't like to be messed with and appreciate their tranquility. Despite that, most people still admire them and they may be very popular among their peers, especially if they hold an important position.

Context | 6 of cups, 5 of swords, Judgement, page of cups, ace of cups

You may be going back to your childhood home. If not, you are recontacting old friends or acquaintances. I feel like someone here is trying to make peace with their past to be able to move on romantically speaking. So maybe you decide to contact your ex partner to have a discussion about what went on between you and close that chapter. Or you contact one of your old friends to catch up on what's been going on in their life because you miss them and you feel like you haven't been fair to them. Maybe this is a group thing. Anyways, that initiative leads you to meeting this person. The connection is instant. You're quick to judge this person and know that you like them, that you're interested in them. They may reciprocate the feeling. Whether you or they make the move first I feel like this connection is going to evolve rather quickly. Within the night for some or a few days later, you are going to be kissing and asking each other out. For both of you, this may be a rebound connection. It may be quick for you to be with this person and just as quick to seperate ways. But I feel like you'll have a good time with them and keep good memories of them. They may remain your friend even if you break up. For some of you, this person may be one of your exes. If you weren't in a relationship with this person in the past, you at least were interested by them to some extent but this may not have lead to anything when you first met them. But now that times has passed and both of you have evolved, you may be in a better disposition to be together.

Signs to look for | ace of swords, 9 of cups, 7 of cups, 4 of pentacles

You may be dreaming of this person before you meet them. You may receive an unexpected message, either from them or someone you both have in common. You may be saving money for a dream of yours, if that is your case, that may be a sign this person is near. You may also receive positive news, unexpected news about a project that is dear to your heart. You didn't talk about this project to your loved ones. This is something that was a secret. You may hear a surprising rumour.

-> other signs : snakes, daggers, crowns, feathers, piglets, roman architecture, old roman temples, numbers 1/9/7/4 , water sign seasons, taurus season, greek mythology

#just-a-ghost #pick a card #pac reading #halloween themed pac #tarot reading

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croworro · 6 months ago

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Can you write a short schlatt fic in which the fem!reader confesses her feelings to him on stream or on the SDP -- but totally on accident? And of course he returns her feelings (either on off camera. You choose) Thanks boo!

Accidental Confessions

Pairing: Jschlatt x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none really

Summary: During a chaotic Phasmophobia stream, Schlatt’s relentless flirting leaves you flustered and questioning what’s real.

A/N: hope this is everything you were hoping for!! I’m actually so happy with how this turned out hehe

Your streaming sessions with Jschlatt had become a highlight of your week, and apparently, a highlight for thousands of viewers. What started as a one-off collaboration turned into a weekly tradition that fans clamored for. Schlatt’s relentless teasing, sharp wit, and surprisingly endearing moments always made for entertaining streams.

Tonight’s game was Phasmophobia, you reluctantly agreed to play after weeks of Schlatt goading you on Twitter.

“You ready to cry on stream?” Schlatt’s voice came through your headset as you joined the Discord call.

“More like ready to carry you,” you shot back, smirking as you adjusted your mic.

“Carry me?” Schlatt barked out a laugh. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t carry a flashlight without tripping over yourself.”

“Bold words from someone who hides in the van at the first sign of danger,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see that chat was already in chaos:

[Chat]:

• “Here we go again with the bickering couple.”

• “Schlatt’s flirting is so painfully obvious, omg.”

• “They’re gonna kill each other before the ghost does.”

The game loaded, and Schlatt’s teasing began almost immediately.

“Alright, chat,” he said, his tone smug. “Place your bets: How long before Y/N panics and accidentally gets me killed?”

“First of all, I don’t panic,” you said, grabbing the ghost detector. “Second, if you die, it’s probably because you’re too busy flirting with the chat to pay attention.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if I was flirting, you’d know it,” Schlatt said, his voice dropping into a playful drawl that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

Your face heated, but you forced a laugh. “Good thing I don’t have to worry about that, then.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he replied, his smirk practically audible.

You busied yourself with the game, trying to ignore the way his voice lingered in your mind. The two of you explored the haunted house, with Schlatt cracking jokes and occasionally pretending to be scared just to make you jump.

“Y/N, the ghost’s name is Lisa. Think you can charm her into leaving us alone?” Schlatt asked as you stepped into the darkened kitchen.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the one who keeps telling me I’m bad with women,” he said, grinning. “Let’s see you do better.”

“Fine,” you said, playing along. “Lisa, you’re a beautiful, independent ghost who doesn’t need to haunt this house anymore. Go find some peace, girl.”

Schlatt laughed so hard he almost dropped his flashlight. “Unbelievable. Chat, clip that. I need to save it for when Y/N tries to say she’s the serious one here.”

[Chat]:

• “I CAN’T WITH THESE TWO.”

• “Lisa’s shaking right now.”

• “Schlatt’s laugh gives me life.”

The game progressed, with Schlatt alternating between teasing you and pretending to be scared. When the ghost appeared out of nowhere, he let out a yell and ran, leaving you alone in the dark.

“Schlatt, you coward!” you screamed, clicking you keyboard keys frantically and fumbling for a hiding spot.

“Every man for himself!” he shouted from the safety of the van.

When the ghost finally disappeared, you stormed out of the house and into the van, glaring at Schlatt’s character.

“You are the worst teammate,” you said.

“And yet, you keep coming back,” he replied, his grin evident in his tone.

You groaned, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, sweetheart,” he added, his voice softer now.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you ignored it, focusing back on the game.

By the time the ghost finally killed Schlatt, you were too frustrated to even pretend to feel bad.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend half the game messing around, you wouldn’t keep dying,” you said, your voice sharper than intended.

“Aw, is that your way of saying you care about me?” Schlatt asked, his tone teasing but his words making your stomach flip.

“Of course I care about you, but I care more about winning,” you said quickly, not even thinking about what you had said.

“What was that?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly. Your eyes widened quickly when you realized what you had said.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, feeling heat creep up your neck.

“Nah, nah, you said something,” he pressed. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.”

The chat went wild:

[Chat]:

• “WAIT WHAT DID SHE SAY???”

• “CONFESS CONFESS CONFESS.”

• “Schlatt, stop bullying her, omg.”

You groaned, ending the game and pulling up your stream controls. “Alright, chat, that’s it for tonight. Goodnight, everyone.”

The protests from viewers were immediate, but you ignored them, ending the stream and ripping off your headset. Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Schlatt: Call me.

You stared at the message, debating whether to respond. Finally, you sighed and hit the call button.

“Bit of an abrupt ending, don’t you think?” Schlatt said as soon as he picked up, his tone light but probing.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Alright, fair,” he admitted. “But seriously, what’s was that about?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. Schlatt’s teasing was usually easy to brush off, but tonight felt different—more personal.

“It’s just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like you’re not joking, and I don’t know how to handle that.”

“What if I’m not joking?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Your breath caught, your pulse racing. “Don’t mess with me, Schlatt.”

“I’m not,” he said firmly. “Y/N, I’m not joking. I flirt with you because I like you. Hell, everyone in chat sees it. I thought you did too.”

You swallowed hard, trying to process his words. “I didn’t want to assume,” you admitted.

“Well, you don’t have to,” he said, his tone softening. “I like you, sweetheart. I have for a while.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “You sure know how to make a confession dramatic.”

“It’s what I do,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “So… what do you say?”

“I think we should play another game,” you said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Another game?” he repeated, sounding surprised.

“Yeah,” you said. “But this time, you’re not leaving me to die.”

Schlatt laughed, his usual confidence returning. “Deal. But if you keep calling me a coward, I might have to change my mind about liking you.”

“Too late,” you teased. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” he said, his voice warm. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt is hot #jschlatt x reader smut #jschlatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you

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honeyhaeya · 2 months ago

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(2/2)🖇 ༘ ⋆"Moved On Not "

' ╰┈ 'if the sun refused to shine, baby, would i still be your lover? would you want me there?"

' .☘︎ ݁˖' '연준 x f!reader

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre / tags: fluff, smut, emotional tension, friends to lovers, teasing & possessive!yeonjun, intense makeouts, lap-sitting, domestic moments, long build-up, jealousy, banter, soft aftercare, sunrise sex ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT ! explicit language, emotionally vulnerable scenes, jealousy themes, minor angst (resolved), tension from miscommunication, reader is bold, story contains mature themes, recording of sex ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw warnings: porn with little plot (AT LEAST) - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), praise kink, hair pulling, neck kissing/biting, dirty talk, soft dom!yeonjun, riding, creampie implied, overstimulation, light marking (hickeys), possessiveness (you’re mine energy), emotionally charged sex, aftercare (wiping, cuddling, forehead kisses), clingy!yeonjun post-sex, reader takes control at times, riding, mirror sex, recording kink. ✩‧₊˚ wc: 7348ੈ ੈ♡ a/n: i've decided this would be the last chapter. a big boo for me, i'll accept that, but i still have a ton of shit works i need to update and post here on tumblr. 2/2 chapters ! MAKE SURE TO READ PART 1 BABES ! and i'm rlly sorry for the mixed-up typings where some parts are detailed, while other are lowercased. i wrote this in different times and places, hope it doesnt bother you much. ENJOY THOUGH !

You woke up to soft lips brushing along your bare shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to your sheets.

“Morning,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with sleep and adoration.

You hummed, eyes still shut. “You're still here?”

“Where else would I be?” he asked, like it was the dumbest question in the world.

That was the beginning of everything.

Your first actual date wasn’t some candlelit dinner—no, Yeonjun took you on a spontaneous late-night drive to the city’s highest parking garage. The skyline shimmered below, but he only looked at you.

“Look at the view,” you whispered.

“I am,” he said, already leaning in.

You made out for twenty minutes in the backseat of his car, half-undressed, your lipstick smudged on his jaw, your leg thrown over his lap as his hands wandered like he was memorizing you.

“I like kissing you,” he confessed, breathless.

“I noticed.”

Date two? Arcade.

You beat him in air hockey. Twice.

“You’re cheating,” he accused, arms around your waist as you doubled over laughing.

“Maybe you just suck.”

“You wanna suck something else, baby?”

You smacked him with a plushie he won for you. It was a frog. You named it “Junnie.”

The cuddles were the most dangerous part.

After movie nights, you’d fall asleep tangled together on the couch. Yeonjun would always stay just a little longer than necessary. Kiss your hair. Whisper dumb things like “you smell like home” and “I think I’m addicted to you.”

One night, you didn’t let him go.

“Just stay,” you mumbled into his chest.

He did. He always would.

And somewhere between tangled sheets, shared playlists, the way he kissed you mid-laugh, and the way he always held your hand like he was scared to lose you—

You realized it wasn’t just lust. Not anymore.

You were falling.

Hard.

And so was he.

It started when you posted a selfie.

Just a simple one. New gloss, cute top, a subtle “feeling pretty” caption. But your DMs blew up. Including one from some dude from high school.

Yeonjun saw it. He was across the room. You didn’t even realize until you caught him sulking on the couch, arms crossed, lips pouting, jaw tight.

“You okay?” you asked, flopping beside him.

“No,” he said bluntly. “Why is Namjoon from math class calling you ‘gorgeous’ under your pic? Should I fight him?”

You choked. “What?”

He turned to face you, leaning in close. Too close. “Do I not tell you enough? Do I need to remind you?”

You grinned. “You sound jealous.”

“I am.” His voice dropped. “You’re mine.”

Next thing you knew, your back hit the couch and his mouth was back on yours, hot and hungry. His hand slid under your shirt, his words muffled against your skin.

“Wanna make sure you remember it.”

Later that night, when you were curled up in his hoodie, legs tangled under a blanket, he kept staring at you like you held the damn stars.

“What?” you asked, poking his cheek.

Yeonjun hesitated, then shrugged. “I think I’m gonna end up falling in love with you.”

You blinked. “You’re not already?”

His mouth parted. You laughed, cheeks flushed as you looked away. “Oops.”

He grabbed your hand. “Wait—say it again.”

“You’re not already?” you teased.

“No. The other thing.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I love you, idiot.”

He didn’t say anything. Just kissed you like it was the last time. Like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

And maybe it was.

It was Yeonjun’s idea.

“I wanna make cookies,” he said, lying on your bed, scrolling Pinterest like a bored housewife. “The cute ones. With the little hearts.”

You blinked at him. “You wanna bake?”

“With you,” he said, smug, rolling over to kiss your cheek. “And then kiss you after I shove cookie dough in your mouth.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You just wanna make out covered in flour.”

“Exactly.”

It started cute.

He wore the pink apron. You wore his hoodie. The music was soft, sunlight coming through your kitchen window. You measured the sugar, he cracked the eggs. Your fingers brushed in the bowl and he grinned like a sap.

“This is domestic as hell,” you said, smearing a little flour on his cheek.

He did the same to you, but worse—palmed your whole face with flour-covered hands. You gasped. “You’re dead.”

Cue: chaos. You threw flour at him. He dumped a spoon of batter down your shirt. You screamed. He ran.

“You’re cleaning that up!” you yelled, chasing him through the apartment with a whisk in your hand.

Yeonjun ducked behind the couch, laughing. “Not if you catch me first.”

You tackled him. Literally. He hit the couch, arms around your waist as you both collapsed in giggles.

Then the laughter faded. Your eyes met.

His hands stayed firm on your hips.

“You look cute like this,” he murmured, thumbing a bit of flour off your lip. “All messy. All mine.”

Your breath caught. You kissed him—slow, warm, tasting sweet like vanilla.

The cookies burnt.

Neither of you cared.

That night.

You were lying in bed, snuggled under blankets, legs tangled together, watching trash TV with the smell of burnt sugar still lingering.

“You’d still love me if I sucked at baking, right?” he asked.

“You do suck at baking.”

He gasped. “Betrayal.”

You giggled, nuzzling into his chest. “I love you anyway.”

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around you tighter, burying his face into your hair.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he whispered. “One day.”

You smiled.

“I know.”

the tension starts simple.

he’s busy. like really busy. comeback soon, promotions stacking up. rehearsals until 3 a.m., interviews that never end. you say it’s fine—of course it’s fine—but the calls get shorter, the dates turn into postponed maybes, and when you do see each other, he’s tired.

you still kiss. you still cuddle. but you feel it—that hum of distance settling like dust.

“yeonjun,” you whisper one night, curled up on his couch, his head in your lap, “do you miss me?”

he blinks slowly. “what kind of question is that?”

but his answer isn’t yes.

and your silence says everything.

it builds.

you start feeling like a second thought. you wait up for him only to fall asleep alone. he forgets you had a thing on friday. you stop bringing it up.

you still love him. he still loves you. but love doesn’t stop the ache from creeping in like a draft under the door.

you break down one night—not in a dramatic, screaming way—but in the shower. quiet sobs, back against the tile. exhausted. not because he’s mean. but because he’s not here. and you’re starting to forget what it feels like when he was.

then comes the breaking point.

he shows up at your apartment after a long stretch of silence. no warning, just keys rattling, and he walks in like the world hasn’t shifted under your feet.

you don’t greet him.

you’re sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyes tired.

he knows.

“baby,” he says softly.

and you just say:

“i feel so alone. and you’re right here.”

that’s what ruins him.

he kneels in front of you, burying his face in your lap, arms around your waist like he’s begging the universe not to take you from him.

“i don’t know how to do this,” he chokes. “i don’t know how to be in love with you and still chase everything else.”

you run your fingers through his hair. you’re crying, too.

“then don’t make me choose between being patient and being okay.”

and for the first time, you both understand:

you’re not fighting each other.

you’re fighting the gap between your lives.

and it’s breaking you.

but the love doesn’t go away.

it lingers in forehead kisses and i miss yous. in holding hands tighter. in soft apologies whispered half-asleep.

you don’t break up.

you just… hold on.

even when it hurts.

you learn to fill your days with things for yourself. not to distract from the ache of missing him, but because you know you're your own person too. you work your part-time job at the café near campus, fingers stained with ink from late-night study sessions, eyes puffy from sleep-deprived group projects. but you push through, for yourself.

karina and winter stay your constants—karaoke nights, cram sessions, skincare sleepovers with ramen at 2 a.m. you laugh with them. you vent with them. you cry a little, sometimes. but they keep you grounded.

and still, somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s always him.

you don’t see him much. once every two, three weeks if you’re lucky.

but those nights? those rare, golden reunions?

they’re everything.

he shows up in his hoodie and cap, slipping into your world like he belongs there. and he does. because when he walks into your apartment with takeout in one hand and a tired smile on his lips, your whole chest aches with how much you missed him.

you sit on the floor, sharing food and stories. you’re both quieter than before, but there’s comfort in the stillness. his thumb strokes your knuckles as you talk. your fingers card through his hair while he lays in your lap again, like old times.

and when you kiss—it’s slow. not rushed. not lusty. just… lingering. meaningful. like every press of his lips against yours says thank you for waiting.

there’s no big confession. no promises carved into the stars. just:

"i missed you," he whispers against your skin.

"me too," you whisper back.

and maybe one night, you cancel plans just to be with him. he pulls you into his arms and sways you in the middle of your living room, no music playing, just the sound of your heart beating against his.

“you’re still my favorite person,” he murmurs.

“you always will be,” you reply.

you’re lying on the couch, legs over his lap, the tv playing something neither of you are watching. your hand is in his hair. his hand? well… it’s resting suspiciously close to your inner thigh.

"you always touch me like you forgot how soft i am," you say with a teasing raise of your brow.

yeonjun just smirks, leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck.

"no, baby," he murmurs, voice low, "i remember exactly how soft you are. but it’s been two weeks, and i’ve had to suffer with nothing but your voice memos and those goddamn pictures in my hoodie. do you know what that did to me?"

his hand creeps higher, fingers brushing over the hem of your shorts.

you bite your lip. “yeonjun.”

"yeah?" he breathes, eyes dark and locked on you. “miss me that bad, sweetheart?”

you can’t answer—not with how he’s suddenly kissing you like he’s starving, like you’re the first breath after drowning. teeth, tongue, hands—desperate. and you? you’re melting, grinding against him like you’ve needed this too.

he chuckles against your lips, cocky and breathless.

"someone’s needy," he teases, pulling back slightly just to watch your dazed expression.

"i hate you," you pant.

"yeah?" he grins. "then why are you already soaking through these little shorts?"

his fingers finally slip under your shorts, and he groans when he feels how wet you already are for him.

“fuck, baby… just like this for me already?”

you don’t answer—you can’t, not when he’s rubbing slow circles against your soaked panties, watching the way your body shudders under him. he knows exactly what he’s doing, smug as hell, that stupid chain around his neck swinging when he leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“take ‘em off,” you whisper, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “now.”

he chuckles darkly. “getting bossy, huh?”

“or you could shut up and let me ride you.”

yeonjun doesn’t need to be told twice. in one motion, the hoodie’s gone, pants tugged down just enough for his boxers to stretch tight over the bulge you’ve been teasing all night. you climb onto his lap, panties pushed to the side, shorts long forgotten on the floor.

“slow,” he murmurs, holding your waist as you sink down on him, your eyes fluttering shut with a moan. “let me feel you. fuck—just like that.”

you bite your lip to quiet yourself, but it’s no use—not with the stretch, not with how deep he feels inside you in this position. he looks up at you like you’re the whole damn sky, hands gripping your thighs so tight they might bruise.

“you ride me like you need it,” he pants, watching the way you bounce, thighs trembling. “missed this pussy so much, fuck—i’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you keep fucking me like that.”

you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders for leverage. your moans spill out freely now, hips moving faster, chasing your high shamelessly.

"i-i'm close—"

"yeah?" he smirks, thrusting up into you as you ride. "make a mess on me, baby. right here. c’mon, be my good girl."

you fall apart with his name on your lips, legs shaking, walls fluttering around him as he groans your name like it’s his favorite prayer.

he kisses you through it, deep and filthy, still inside you when he whispers—

“round two in the shower?”

he doesn’t even give you a full minute to recover. you’re still catching your breath, flushed and sweaty against his chest when he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct.

“wh—yeonjun,” you gasp, clinging to him, “you’re seriously insane—”

“uh-huh,” he grins, kissing your cheek as he nudges the bathroom door open with his foot. “and i’m not done with you.”

he sets you on the bathroom counter first, tugging your top over your head with ease, eyes glued to your flushed skin. you’re sore, trembling, but your body betrays you—you want him just as bad.

he kisses you again, deeper this time. rougher. when his tongue slides against yours, you’re already breathless, already moaning into his mouth.

you barely register him turning on the shower until the room starts filling with steam. he lifts you again, both of you stumbling in, kissing, laughing, wanting.

you press your back against the cold tiles, and he’s right there—pinning you, caging you in with his arms, water running down his toned chest. his cock presses against your thigh, hard again. still.

“you feel that?” he grits out, grinding slowly. “you did this to me. you’re not getting away without paying for it.”

“i’m sore,” you whimper, lips brushing his. “and you’re still—so hard—”

“then let me make it worth it.”

and oh, he does.

he sinks to his knees, kissing down your stomach, your thighs, water beading off your skin like you’re something out of a fantasy. he licks a stripe up your inner thigh, hands firm on your waist as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder.

“yeonjun—” your head thuds back against the tile, a broken moan slipping past your lips when he finally puts his mouth on you.

his tongue is relentless—slow, deep, teasing strokes that have your knees nearly buckling. and he knows it.

“taste so fucking good,” he groans into you, voice hoarse. “can’t get enough.”

your hands tangle in his hair, tugging, anchoring yourself as he eats you out like a man starved. it’s filthy—the slurping sounds, the water hitting the floor, your breathy moans echoing through the steamy air.

you come with a choked cry, legs shaking, body twitching—and yeonjun doesn’t stop. not until you’re whimpering, begging him to let you breathe.

he stands again, kisses you hard, makes you taste yourself on his tongue. then he’s lining up, hands on your hips, and you barely have time to register it before he pushes inside again.

“you said you were sore,” he growls in your ear, thrusts deep and slow, “but look at you—taking me like you were made for it.”

you can’t speak. you can’t think. not when he fucks you through the afterglow, lifting one of your legs to reach deeper, angling his hips just right until you’re a mess again—head lolling back, eyes rolling, lips parted.

“say my name,” he pants, kissing your neck. “let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

you do. over and over again.

you’re not even sure how long it’s been. time’s a blur, your voice is wrecked, and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come. but yeonjun? he’s insatiable. his body’s flushed, breath heavy, eyes dark and absolutely feral—and he still wants more.

“think you can handle one more?” he murmurs, brushing the hair from your face, his thumb teasing your bottom lip. you’re trembling in his lap, straddling him under the hot water as it pours over your bodies, your legs barely able to hold you up.

you nod, eyes glassy, voice raspy. “yeah… just—just don’t go easy.”

his mouth twitches into a grin. “wasn’t planning to.”

he flips you around without warning—your palms slap against the foggy glass, back arching as he presses his body flush to yours. his hands roam your stomach, your chest, hips grinding into your ass with slow, sinful rolls.

“look at you,” he groans, dragging his cock through your folds. “still so wet—fuck, baby.”

and then he pushes in from behind.

you cry out, legs shaking again. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady, the other tangled in your hair, tugging gently as he pounds into you.

skin slapping, breathy moans, wet sounds echoing off the tile—pure filth.

“you’re taking me so fucking good,” he grits out, thrusts sharp, relentless. “fuck—i can feel how deep i am.”

you’re a mess of “please,” “yes,” and “yeonjun,”—nothing coherent, just raw, whimpering need.

he pulls out abruptly and you almost collapse, but he catches you, lifts you like you’re nothing and pins you against the wall. your legs wrap around him again, his hands gripping under your thighs as he sinks back in, deeper than ever, your back hitting the tile with every thrust.

you sob his name against his lips, clinging to his shoulders.

and just when you think it’s too much, he lays you down on the counter—legs over his shoulders now, bending you in half, watching your face as he pushes in again.

“look at me,” he demands, holding your chin. “i wanna see how pretty you look when i ruin you.”

you shatter.

your body tenses, head thrown back, and you come again with a cry that could’ve woken the whole building.

yeonjun follows with a deep groan, burying himself inside you with one last, desperate thrust, fingers gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

he kisses your forehead after, still inside you, both of you panting and shaking and soaked.

“…we’re definitely skipping class,” he whispers.

you laugh breathlessly, burying your face in his neck.

“worth it?”

you nod.

“worth every. fucking. second.”

“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters as he lays you down on the bed, both of you freshly showered but definitely not rested. your body’s still sensitive, twitching under his touch, but yeonjun? he’s hard again—pressed against your thigh, leaking, throbbing, desperate.

“jun…” you whisper, barely catching your breath. “you’re still—?”

he nods, eyes dark. “can’t help it. you’re too fucking pretty like this.” he kisses your neck, slowly trailing down your collarbone. “and you have no idea what you do to me.”

you whimper as he rolls you onto your stomach, then lifts your hips gently. you glance up, confused—until you see what he’s doing.

he’s angling you towards the mirror at the end of the bed.

“wanna show you,” he breathes, dragging your body back against him. “wanna show you why i keep getting hard for you… why i can’t stop.”

your cheeks flush as he reaches between your legs, fingers slipping through your folds again, spreading you open for the mirror.

“look,” he whispers, hot breath on your ear. “look how wet you still are.”

you try to turn your face away, shy—but he grabs your chin, gently but firm. “don’t hide. want you to see what i see.”

he pushes into you slowly from behind—and you see it all. the stretch, the slide, the way your mouth falls open when he bottoms out.

“fuck—look at that,” he growls, thrusting slow and deep. “your pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

you moan his name, hands gripping the sheets, your gaze locked to the mirror as he begins moving faster, harder, snapping his hips up into you like he’s got something to prove.

and he does.

“see that?” he pants, gripping your hips tighter. “that’s why i’m always hard. every time i see you. every time i think about this—about us.”

you’re shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. and he loves it.

“you’re mine, y/n,” he whispers, dragging your body up so your back’s to his chest. one hand cups your throat, the other sliding between your legs to rub soft circles. “say it.”

“yours,” you gasp, watching the way he ruins you in the mirror. “i’m yours.”

“say it louder.”

“i’m yours, yeonjun—fuck, i’m—!”

you come again, body tensing, back arching—and yeonjun loses it. he holds you through it, biting down on your shoulder with a deep groan as he spills inside you, grinding his hips as deep as they’ll go, cock twitching with every pulse.

you both collapse forward, panting, sticky, sweaty—and yeonjun chuckles, pressing kisses to your shoulder blade.

“maybe next time i’ll record it,” he murmurs. “show you how fucking gorgeous you look when you come on my cock.”

“you’re insane,” you whisper, completely ruined.

“for you?” he grins. “absolutely.”

“you sure?” he murmurs, voice hoarse as he hovers over you, phone in hand, the camera already glowing.

you nod, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from the way he’s been kissing you all night. “just don’t show anyone.”

his gaze darkens. “as if i’d let anyone else see you like this.”

he hits record.

you moan the moment he pushes into you—slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch while the phone captures the way your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. his other hand is gripping yours tight, knuckles white, anchoring you as your body arches under him.

“fuck, baby,” he growls, angling the camera to show where you're connected. “look at how good you take me. so fucking tight, so wet—god, this pussy’s made for me.”

you’re panting, nearly incoherent, every drag of his cock making your thighs quake. he adjusts the angle so your face is in view too—messy, needy, yours eyes fluttering.

“you look so pretty like this,” he whispers, locking his eyes with yours. “you watching, sweetheart? look at how you’re falling apart for me.”

he thrusts harder, deeper, the camera shaking slightly with every motion as he fucks you into the mattress, your hands scrambling for purchase on his back.

“you like being filmed?” he breathes against your neck. “like knowing i’m gonna watch this again when you’re not here, jerking off to how you sound when i’m buried inside you?”

“yeonjun—fuck—”

he lets go of your hand, pressing your thighs up toward your chest, splitting you open as the camera captures everything—the stretch, the slick, the way your body trembles when he hits that perfect spot.

“come for me, baby. let them hear how good i fuck you.”

you sob his name as your orgasm crashes over you, shaking, broken, and he doesn’t stop—he fucks you through it, hissing when you clench around him, before finally gasping and spilling inside you with a low, wrecked moan of your name.

he ends the video with one final thrust and a deep kiss to your lips.

“mine,” he whispers. “every messy, gorgeous part of you.”

you’re still catching your breath, legs tangled with his, the sheets half-pulled off the bed and your body limp against his chest.

“you okay?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“barely,” you mumble, voice hoarse from how hard you were screaming minutes ago. “you literally folded me in half.”

“and you loved it,” he grins, smug and satisfied.

you slap his chest weakly, but there’s no heat in it—not when you’re still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave you, not when his hand keeps drifting higher and higher between your legs again.

“yeonjun—”

“what?” he says, wide-eyed and innocent. “can’t help it. you’re still so warm. still fucking soaked.”

you try to squirm away but he holds you tighter, one hand slipping down your stomach.

“baby…”

“just touching,” he says sweetly, fingers teasing the sensitive spot between your legs. “just wanna see how messy i made you.”

you gasp, hips jerking as his thumb circles your clit, soft and slow. it’s too much, too sensitive—and he knows it.

he shushes you gently, eyes dark as he watches your face. “so pretty when you squirm.”

you’re panting again, body twitching, and he hasn’t even fucked you again yet.

“fuck,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “i should show you how you looked earlier. recorded the whole thing. wanna watch?”

your eyes widen. “you didn’t—”

“you let me,” he grins. “remember? wanna watch it with me now, baby?”

he's already reaching for his phone.

“you’re insane,” you breathe out, forehead resting on his shoulder as he scrolls through his camera roll.

“mm, yeah? but you let me record it, didn’t you?” yeonjun grins, smug and shirtless, the glow from his phone casting a golden light over your flushed skin. “there it is.”

he hits play.

your moans, his groans, the filthy slap of skin against skin, your voice all desperate and needy—it fills the room instantly. you shift a little on his lap, already wet just from the sound of it.

“yeonjun…”

“you sound so hot, baby,” he murmurs, free hand sliding down to grip your hips. “look at how good you take me. you see that?”

you nod slowly, lip caught between your teeth as the video shows him thrusting into you from above, your face twisted in pleasure.

“ride me,” he says lowly. “like you did that night. but slower. i wanna feel every second of it.”

you sink down on him, gasping—he’s so hard already, so warm inside you, and your body fits around him too perfectly.

“shit, that’s it,” he groans, phone still in hand, but his eyes are locked on you now. “look at you. fuck. even better than the video.”

you roll your hips, slow and steady, matching the rhythm playing from the screen. he groans as your walls clench around him, the video moaning right along with you.

“you hear that?” he pants, voice strained. “you hear how wrecked you sounded for me?”

“yeonjun—”

“ride me just like that,” he growls, pressing the phone closer so you both watch. “fuck—look at your face. you were so messy, so needy for me. still are.”

you gasp as his hand slides up your back, pulling you down so your lips are almost touching. “and now? you’re on top of me, pussy soaking my cock, watching yourself fall apart like a perfect little slut.”

your nails dig into his chest, your rhythm faltering as the pleasure builds. he drops the phone beside you, finally gripping your hips with both hands, fucking up into you.

“gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” he pants. “you want me to record this too?”

“yes—fuck—yes—”

you fall apart in his arms again, head thrown back as you cry out his name, body trembling, walls spasming around him. he doesn’t stop until he’s spilling inside you with a broken groan, holding you there—all the way in—as you both shake from the aftershocks.

yeonjun's fingers trace lazy circles along your thigh, his other arm curled around your waist like he has no plans of letting go. his skin is warm, damp with sweat, and you feel every slow rise and fall of his breathing under your cheek.

later that day

You’re tucked into a corner booth at your favorite café with Karina and Winter, oversized iced drinks sweating on the table, and your voice pitched low as you try not to giggle too loudly.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry—but you let him record it?!” Winter nearly shrieks, slapping her hand over her mouth after realizing how loud she was.

You bury your face in your hands, laughing. “I was in the moment! He asked so sweetly, too, like—‘wanna see how pretty you look, baby’—ugh, I folded.”

Karina takes a slow sip of her drink, side-eyeing you. “Don’t act like you didn’t ride him while watching it back. That’s some power move shit. I'm proud.”

“I hate you both,” you mutter, but your grin gives you away.

Winter leans in. “Okay but seriously. Do you love him?”

You pause.

Like, really pause.

The strawberry swirl of your drink is suddenly the most fascinating thing on Earth, but you feel your chest tighten in a way that answers the question even before you say anything.

“I think I do,” you whisper, and both girls go quiet.

Then Karina nudges your foot under the table. “Aww, our little slut’s in love.”

“Don’t call me that in public!” you hiss, blushing hard.

“Too late,” Winter smirks. “Already tweeted it.”

You flip her off, and she blows you a kiss.

meanwhile, across town – yeonjun’s pov

“So,” Beomgyu says, propping his chin on his hand. “How does it feel to be the biggest simp in Seoul?”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and takes a bite of his burger. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up,” Taehyun adds. “You show up late to practice, looking like you’ve been drained—literally—and you keep smiling at your phone like a lovesick high schooler.”

“Because I like her?” Yeonjun shrugs. “Sorry I’m not a cold emotionally unavailable asshole like the rest of you.”

“So you do like her,” Soobin says with a smirk.

Yeonjun groans but he’s smiling. “I love her, actually. If that makes you feel better.”

The table goes quiet for half a second.

Then Beomgyu bangs the table. “YO. HE SAID IT. HE’S GONE. HE’S FUCKING GONE.”

Taehyun mock-wipes a tear. “Our boy finally found someone to rail and respect.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Yeonjun mumbles, hiding his grin in his drink. But inside, his heart’s racing a little.

Yeah. He’s so gone for you.

yeonjun’s pov

He’s halfway through roasting Beomgyu for losing a game of pool when his phone buzzes on the table. He glances down, and his entire face lights up like a damn sunrise.

“Who is it?” Soobin asks, already knowing the answer.

Yeonjun doesn’t respond—just picks up the FaceTime without hesitation.

“Hey, baby,” he says, voice dropping half an octave, smiling like a fool.

The screen shows your face, flushed from the café heat, lips glossy from whatever fruity drink you were sipping. “Hi,” you grin, a little breathless. “Missed you.”

Beomgyu chokes on his drink. “MISS—?”

Taehyun snorts. “I’m gonna puke.”

Yeonjun flips them off with his free hand, still smiling at you. “What’re you doing? You look cute.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just left the café. Karina and Winter say hi. And that you’re whipped.”

“Oh, do they now?” he murmurs, eyes softening. “Tell them they’re right.”

Soobin actually gags dramatically in the background.

You squint at the screen. “Are you with the guys?”

Yeonjun hesitates. “...No.”

“Bro, I’m literally sitting across from you,” Beomgyu says loudly.

“Love you too, babe!” Taehyun shouts.

You burst out laughing, and Yeonjun sighs, resting his forehead in his hand. “I hate them.”

“You love her though,” Soobin sings.

Yeonjun groans, but the grin on his face isn’t going anywhere. “Okay. Gotta go before they start planning our wedding. Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“I will. Love you.”

The call ends, and the boys go feral.

“YOU SAID IT FIRST?” Beomgyu screams.

“WHIPPED!!!” Taehyun echoes.

Soobin takes a slow sip of his drink. “How’s that honeymoon planning going, Jun?”

Yeonjun just flips them off again and mumbles, “worth it.”

later that night…

Yeonjun’s sprawled on his bed, one hand holding the remote, the other resting on his chest, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok. His friends finally left after another two hours of teasing the lover boy, and he’s been moping ever since you hung up.

So when the knock comes at the door, he doesn’t expect you to be the one standing there with a hoodie two sizes too big and that little smug smile on your lips.

“Surprise,” you say, holding up takeout and a drink with his name scribbled on the side.

He just stares at you for a second, like you’re not real.

“…baby?” he says, blinking.

You nod. “I missed you.”

That’s all it takes.

In seconds, the food’s forgotten on the desk and you’re pressed into the wall of his bedroom, hoodie bunched around your hips as his lips trail messily down your neck.

“Fuck—what if I didn’t open the door?” he murmurs against your jaw.

“You always open the door for me.”

“You’re right. ‘Cause I’m yours,” he breathes, hands sliding under the hoodie, up your thighs, his fingers grazing the hem of your shorts. “And right now? I need you.”

You gasp as he lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist like second nature. He’s hot, flushed, grinding against you without shame, tongue slipping past your lips in a kiss that makes your head spin.

“You show up like this,” he mutters, trailing kisses down to your collarbone, “and expect me to just eat takeout?”

You tug on his hair, arching into him. “Who said anything about eating?”

“Oh, you’re unreal,” he groans, dragging you to the bed.

He doesn’t waste a second, pinning you underneath him as his lips roam, his hands pushing your hoodie up, eyes dark and hungry.

“Missed me that bad?” you tease, breathless.

He hums lowly, hips rolling against yours. “You have no idea.”

“You have no idea.”

His voice is barely a growl as he tugs the hoodie over your head, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath. His eyes darken instantly.

“fuck.” he stares for a moment, thumb brushing over your bare chest like he’s trying to memorize every inch. “you really just walked in here like this?”

“wanted your attention,” you whisper, eyes fluttering.

“you have it, sweetheart.”

his mouth is on you a second later, sucking a mark into your collarbone as his hands roam your waist, your thighs, your hips—pulling you flush against him. you can feel how hard he already is, pressed tight against the damp cotton between your legs.

“bed,” he rasps, grabbing the backs of your thighs again and tossing you onto the mattress like you weigh nothing. he crawls over you slowly, eyes fixed on your face as he kisses your stomach, then down, then lower.

“can i?” he murmurs, fingers curling into the band of your shorts.

you nod quickly, breath caught in your throat. “please.”

they’re gone in a flash, and then he’s spreading your thighs apart, groaning at the sight of you—already soaked, already twitching for him.

“shit, baby. you were waiting for this?”

“yeonjun—” your voice cuts off in a gasp as his tongue swipes through your folds, slow and deliberate. he eats you out like he’s starving, gripping your thighs, humming against your clit as you squirm under his touch.

he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, whining, begging, your fingers tangled in his hair as you buck up against his mouth.

“gonna come?” he asks, licking his lips.

“yes, fuck—yes—”

but he pulls away at the last second, and you nearly sob at the loss.

“ride me first,” he says, voice wrecked, dragging you up and flipping you over so you’re straddling his hips. “want you to fall apart on top of me.”

you sink down on him with a broken moan, your body clenching as he fills you inch by inch, thick and hot and perfect inside you.

“shit, that’s it—ride me, baby. show me how bad you missed this cock.”

you start to move—slow at first, rolling your hips, grinding into him, until his hands grab your ass and guide you into a filthy rhythm. your name is falling from his lips over and over again, his mouth latching onto your chest as you bounce above him.

“you’re so tight,” he groans, eyes half-lidded. “so fucking good. look at you—riding me like you’re made for it.”

you lean forward, moaning into his mouth as he thrusts up into you harder, faster, both of you a mess of sweat and whimpers and wet skin. your head falls to his shoulder, fingers clawing into his chest.

“you close?” he pants.

“yes—fuck, yes—yeonjun—”

you cry out his name as your orgasm hits, body spasming around him, and he’s not far behind—hips jerking, spilling inside you with a raw, desperate groan.

you collapse against his chest, both of you trembling, hearts racing.

he kisses your forehead, holding you close.

“you always show up when i need you,” he whispers.

"You’re mine."

It’s the way he says it—quiet but rough, like he needs you to know. Like he can’t stand another second without reminding you.

You’re beneath him, legs tangled in the sheets, your shirt bunched up around your ribs. His hips rock against yours slowly, the stretch of him inside you already making your legs shake. But it’s his eyes—locked on you, all intense and wanting—that make your chest feel tight.

“say it,” he whispers against your neck, voice gravel. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you breathe out, barely able to form the words.

he groans, kissing you deep, tongue licking into your mouth while his hips push in deeper—a steady, sinful pace that’s nothing like the roughness before. it’s slow. intentional. intimate.

“good girl,” he mutters, thumb brushing over your lips. “you feel that? that’s how deep you take me. every fucking inch.”

your back arches, hands gripping his arms as you moan out his name. he thrusts again—deeper, slower—like he wants to memorize every sound you make, every twitch of your body beneath him.

“i love you,” he says suddenly, panting against your jaw. “fuck—I’m so in love with you, baby.”

your heart skips. your body tightens. everything feels like too much and not enough.

you kiss him—hard, messy, teeth clashing—as your hips start to move with his, chasing the edge together. it’s raw, tender, and so desperate it nearly breaks you.

“yeonjun—i love you,” you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “please—don’t stop—”

“never,” he groans. “never stopping, not when you feel like this. not when you love me like this.”

he fucks into you with slow, punishing strokes, groaning your name with every thrust, until you’re trembling, thighs wrapped tight around him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“come with me,” he pants. “come with me, baby, please—fuck—i need you to—”

you fall apart at the same time, clutching onto each other like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the world. you come hard, gasping his name, and he follows—shuddering, spilling inside you with a low moan as he presses kisses to your neck, your cheek, your lips.

he doesn’t pull away. not even when you’re both wrecked and panting and twitching with every aftershock.

he just stays inside, wraps you up in his arms, and murmurs soft, broken things against your skin.

“you’re everything.”

the air’s heavy with sex and love and the kind of tension that never really leaves once it’s been touched.

you thought he’d be done after that—after whispering i love you into your skin like it was prayer. after coming inside you like he meant it. but no.

yeonjun’s still hard.

still wanting.

still yours.

your body’s limp from the first round, breaths shallow, heart still thudding like it’s trying to make sense of everything he just did to you. but he doesn’t give you long. doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s kissing your shoulder, hands sliding under the sheets to grab your hips again.

“turn around for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and low and dark. “wanna see you on all fours.”

you shiver. your legs tremble. but you move.

you shift slowly, limbs heavy, letting him guide you—pulling your hips up, arching your back, face pressed to the pillows while your ass is up for him, all flushed and wet and ready again.

he moans when he sees you like that.

“look at you,” he mutters, hand ghosting over your ass before he grabs it—fingers rough, greedy. “so pretty. so fuckin’ perfect.”

you feel him shift behind you, knees parting, his cock pressing back into you with maddening patience. he slides in again—slow, teasing. the stretch is too much, but you whimper for more.

he pins your arms behind your back with one hand, forcing your chest down against the mattress.

you can’t move. can’t think. can only feel.

“you can take it,” he growls, hips starting to thrust with more force, more rhythm. “you took it earlier. you can take it again.”

the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the room, and he’s going deeper this time—shoving in harder, dragging it out just to hear you sob into the sheets.

his mouth is everywhere. biting into your shoulder, sucking hickeys down your spine, your waist, even the curve of your ass. branding you like he wants everyone to know you’re his.

“all mine,” he pants. “say it.”

“y-yours,” you cry, legs shaking.

he lets go of your arms just to grab your neck, pulling you up so your back hits his chest, his cock still slamming into you from behind.

“say it louder, baby.”

“i’m yours!” you scream, your body breaking apart.

he wraps his other arm around your stomach, holding you still while he thrusts up into you like he’s chasing your soul. you come like that—again—clenching around him so tight he gasps and curses and bites your shoulder as he comes with you, teeth sinking in to muffle the growl that rips out of him.

you both collapse after. a mess of limbs and gasps and heat.

he doesn’t pull out. just lets himself soften inside you, arms wrapped tight, your bodies stuck together with sweat and come and love so deep it aches.

“you good?” he murmurs against your ear, thumb stroking the edge of one fresh hickey.

you don’t answer. you’re gone. boneless. breathless. he chuckles.

“gonna have to carry you to the bathroom again, huh?”

your body’s trembling, skin flushed and marked, breath barely evened out from the last one. you’re sure he’d let you sleep now, sure he’d hold you close and whisper something sweet.

but then he shifts beside you.

not done.

not satisfied.

not even close.

you feel the way his hand drags down your thigh, slow and possessive. his voice comes next, low and lazy and soaked in heat.

“still breathing?” he murmurs against your neck, tongue flicking over the hickey he left there earlier.

you hum, exhausted but drunk on him. “barely.”

his hand slips between your thighs again, palm pressing against your core, and you flinch—sensitive.

“yeonjun—”

“just one more, baby,” he says, voice coaxing and sweet as sin. “last one. let me make you feel good again.”

you try to protest, but your legs part instinctively when his fingers dip lower, playing with the mess he left inside you. he groans at the wet sound of it.

“fuck, still so full of me,” he mutters. “you’re unreal.”

you don’t even realize he’s gotten up until you’re being gently pushed onto your side. he’s behind you in seconds—pressing in, spooning you, kissing your shoulder. you feel the hard press of him again, thick and ready, sliding between your thighs before he slowly—so slowly—pushes into you from behind.

“mm—fuck—jun…”

“i know, baby,” he breathes, wrapping his arm around you, pinning your hips in place while he moves inside. “i got you.”

this time it’s slower. deeper. the kind that builds a fire instead of starting one. his lips press kisses along your neck, whispering the filthiest, sweetest things into your ear.

“you feel that? how warm you are around me?”

“wish i could stay inside you forever.”

“you’re my favorite place in the whole fucking world.”

you clutch the pillow under your head, body trembling as he rocks into you with perfect rhythm. his fingers find your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that make your thighs twitch.

you’re so full of him—his cock, his breath, his voice, his love—and it pushes you right over the edge one last time.

you come with a gasp, tears in your eyes, legs shaking as he follows right behind you, groaning your name into your skin like a promise.

he stays inside you after.

holding you tight.

whispering, “you did so good for me.”

pressing a kiss to your temple.

letting the silence wrap around your bodies like a blanket.

he pulls out gently, careful not to overstimulate you more than he already has. his hands find yours under the sheets, fingers lacing together.

“okay,” he whispers. “now you can sleep.”

and this time—you do.

MORNING AFTER

your eyes flutter open to soft breaths against your nape, the warm brush of skin, and an annoyingly firm grip wrapped around your waist.

“jun,” you mumble, voice raw, reaching back to nudge his arm. “let go. i have to pee.”

“no,” comes the groggy reply, muffled against your shoulder. “you’re not allowed to leave.”

you blink. “…you’re insane.”

“mm, maybe. but you’re warm,” he pouts, snuggling closer. “and naked. which is a bonus.”

you feel his morning wood pressed up against your ass and groan. “are you serious?”

“i’m always serious about cuddles and you,” he mutters, tightening his hold. “and if you move again, i’ll get hard for real and we’ll be here for another hour.”

you freeze. “…fine. i’ll hold it.”

he smiles into your skin, satisfied, and lets out a happy hum. “that’s my good girl.”

you roll your eyes, face buried into the pillow as his fingers lazily trace shapes along your belly. he shifts a little, pulling your thigh over his so you’re completely tangled up in him.

he smells like bodywash and sleep. he feels like safety. and when he presses a gentle kiss to your neck, you melt all over again.

“you’re never getting out of this bed,” he murmurs, half-asleep but smug as ever.

and honestly?

you’re okay with that.

THE END an: liked what you read? lmk so i can continue posting these kinds of genre. and btw, all this romance is making me sick, time for a dark romance genre next? just say the word and i'll start working on it babies ! mwaaaaa

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puck-luck · 29 days ago

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hiiiii bestie boo. happy 1st birthday to my fav blog xoxo. for my first request in a hot minute, could i please have a cappuccino with cold foam for matt boldy 🤭 (my vision: phone cheer up sex… more specifically, phone sex after game 1 vs vgk- kinda comforting/distracting him, but also rewarding/hyping him up a lil bc he slayed and scored 2 goals!!! go bolds wooooo)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE! but u r here. requesting again. my skin is clear and the world is healed. crazy that the boldy request came before the q one but hey we all know where your head's at nowadays... if you feel the prickle of a curse coming on, let me know.... (i'm teasing! we've already had this discourse on imessage! anyway your blurb got changed a bit because it's been so long since the first round of the playoffs but you knew that too ok cool bye)

“Matty, you did so well,” you say gently. “You had the most playoff goals on the team, baby. I’m proud of you.”

“Tied,” Matt corrects in a sullen voice. “I tied for the most goals in post-season.”

You don’t have a reply for him, instead biting the inside of your cheek and tilting your head to watch him more closely through the screen. You’re on FaceTime now, with Matt at his place after the game, unpacking his hockey bag rather violently. He’s not in the mood to hang out, but he’s also not in the mood to be alone. He’s not so much talking as he is grunting when you say something he agrees with and correcting you when you say something he disagrees with and it’s getting pretty fucking old.

You love Matt. You’ve been dating Matt for almost a year now. One bad mood won’t kill you, but this one is testing your patience.

“Matt, I know you’re disappointed, but you guys were really good out there,” you say. “You fought hard and made it to six games and I know it’s not the outcome you wanted, but it’s the outcome you got. You did really well. You’re a good hockey player.”

It’s Matt’s turn to be quiet. You know he’s got doubts racing through his head, retorts bubbling up that are along the lines of “not good enough,” but you’re not willing to hear them.

“Really, Matty,” you continue. You might as well try a new tactic, one that Matt always seems to fall for. “You looked so good out there.” You adjust against your pillows, the rustling catching Matt’s attention. “Soo good.”

His gaze is laser-sharp, zeroing in on you. “How good?” he asks.

“So fucking good, Matt,” you repeat. “I could barely take my eyes off of you. Whenever I saw you spit on the ice, I swear I could feel it on my cunt.”

Matt’s eyebrows lift toward his hairline and all the grumpiness in his expression vanishes. For a moment he stalls, but then a smile creeps across his face. “‘So fucking good’ that you… touched yourself while you watched me?”

“Hm, believe it or not, I didn’t touch myself to my boyfriend’s televised hockey game,” you laugh. You shake your hair out of your face and snuggle into the pillows a bit further. “I was waiting for you to come home before I touched myself.”

“Good,” Matt says. “Do it. Touch yourself now.”

It sounds like a dare, the way he says it, but you were scheming to get to this point. Being alone in your bed and imagining Matt isn’t as good as the real thing, but you’re happy to do this if it gets his mind off of the loss.

“How should I do it?”

“Slow,” Matt instructs. “I want to see everything.”

“Everything?” you tease.

“Everything,” Matt confirms in a deadly serious voice. “Spit on your fingers and touch your clit.”

You grin at Matt and bring your fingers to your mouth. “Yes, sir,” you say before fulfilling Matt’s request and wiggling your slick fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. He can probably see that your nipples are already straining against your thin tank top, the one you’d decided to wear to bed before Matt decided he wasn’t coming over.

The pads of your fingertips pet over your clit, which has been aching for a touch all night. The waiting was worth it, because your first circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves rewards you. A shiver runs through your body and you’re inclined to apply more pressure and rub faster, but you keep yourself in check. You want to put on a good show for Matt, since he’d put on such a good show for you earlier tonight.

His hands are absentmindedly moving on the screen, keeping themselves busy albeit lagging while his eyes trace your movements. Matt pulls a shirt from his hockey bag and folds it badly, fabric slipping from his grip when you decide to mess with him and moan out loud. He’s easy.

“I wish you were here,” you say. Matt’s going to reply, then you spread your folds and plunge a finger inside of yourself. You know he saw what you did from the way your hand has stretched the fabric of your panties, the angle causing them to pull away from your body. “Been horny all night. I bet I taste good, Matty.”

He bites down on and releases his lower lip when your hand retracts from your panties. As you slide your finger into your mouth, sucking the juices away with hollowed cheeks and whimpering around the digit, Matt’s jaw goes slack. “Let me see,” he says.

With a self-satisfied little smile, you remove your panties. You run your fingers up your slit, gathering wetness before spreading your folds with your index and middle finger.

“Shit,” Matt mumbles. One of his hands drifts down to adjust himself in his sweats, then stays hovering there. He’s not quite stroking himself, but his hand rests on his rapidly-filling length.

“You always make me so wet,” you say. “You’re so messy, baby. You like making out with my hole, don’t you?”

Matt offers you a sheepish grin. “You know I love it.”

“If you were here…” you trail off, fingers stroking your clit. You try to emulate the way his tongue flicks over the bud, but it’s futile. Nothing is like Matt. “Does it ever kiss back, baby?”

Matt chuckles, but he considers the question seriously. He nods after a moment. “When I fuck you with my tongue and you squeeze me,” he says. “Sometimes when you react, it feels like that.”

“That’s when you start fucking me with your fingers, though,” you say.

“Because you’re so needy,” Matt replies. “You must be dying to be filled, baby.”

“Dying for it,” you agree. “I wish there was a big cock inside me.” You pout for him, jutting out your bottom lip. “All I have are these little fingers.” You wiggle them at the camera, as if you’re waving playfully at your boyfriend.

“I bet they’ll work,” Matt says. “If you make yourself come on them now, I’ll come over and fuck you real nice.”

“I thought you didn’t want to come over tonight,” you reply as you slide your index finger back into your eager hole. It barely stretches you, your pussy accepting it as light work. You start to curl and pump it slowly, making sure Matt can see how your wrist flexes and twists. “I thought you were in a bad mood.”

“About what? I’m not in a bad mood.” Matt genuinely pulls his eyebrows together in confusion, eyes flickering up to your face before it dawns on him. “Oh, the game? No, I don’t care about that. Add another finger.”

You obey him and try to hide the smug look on your face. “Tit for tat, Matt,” you say.

“What?”

“Show me the cock that’ll stuff me full later tonight,” you purr in your most sensual voice, really turning on the charm. You wiggle your two fingers inside of yourself, the space becoming a little crowded now. “I need to know what I’m getting myself into.”

“You’ve seen it before,” Matt laughs, but he pushes his waistband down anyway. His cock bobs free and he wraps a hand around its base, giving you his best angle.

You bite down on the tip of your tongue to tamper your physical response to the sight of Matt’s cock, then speak. Now you’re just playing with him. “Do you think it’ll fit, Matty? Or should I fuck myself with three fingers?”

“Three,” Matt confirms in an instant, waltzing right into the trap you’d set up for him.

“Do you like seeing how I stretch for you, Matt?” you ask. All of your questions might as well be rhetorical, knowing your boyfriend well enough to answer them for him, but you like hearing him. “How I take as many fingers as I can, and I’ll still feel tight around your cock? Gonna milk all the cum from you and make you eat me out after. Make up for missing my first orgasm. So mean of you to leave me all on my own…”

Matt reacts appropriately, yanking his sweats back up and grabbing his phone from where it was propped up on his bedside table. You can hear him grabbing his keys and cursing under his breath when he steals another look at you, your ring finger joining the other two. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t fucking come before I get there,” he commands in a strangled voice.

“But you told me to?” You play dumb, tilting your head to the side. You curl your fingers up and rub against your inner walls, breaking the ploy to moan and affect Matt even more.

“Don’t– fucking– if I get pulled over, it’s on you,” Matt declares before your screen goes black. He shoved you in his pocket, as if that will bring him peace. His phone automatically connects to the speakers in his car, which he’d had redone so the sound is even better. You whimper, high-pitched, and you hear Matt curse again.

The next ten minutes are going to be very difficult for him.

#1 year of puck-luck!#andy writes anything🍄#matt boldy #matt boldy imagine #matt boldy smut #matt boldy blurb #matt boldy x reader #matt boldy fanfiction #mb12 #mb blurb #nhl smut #cappy + andy mootypoos

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helloiamadrawer · 1 year ago

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NEUTROPHIL SQUAD BF ANALYSIS

𝘜-1146

the kind hearted/cool headed bf, sure he may look emo but that's not the point. Always gives his honest opinion on everything, great to lend an ear if you to want to talk about your day or vent. Stumbles upon his words when he's around you for some reason (he thinks he's sick but he knows what he's feeling). would literally die/kill for you (well I think everyone in the WBC squad would ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Love language: quality time because spending time with you seems to be the good part of his day it's really sweet, but from time to time when he's really slammed with work, he'll send one of his comrades to tell you that he's okay and still alive protecting the body and stuff.

Do they like PDA?/Fav. type: Not much of a fan but if you initiate it, he'll give you the okay. His fav type of pda would be hand-holding for sure

𝘜-4989

The fun, chaotic, creative bean of the group. First thing you thought of when you met him was If he's a neutrophil then why is he so damn cute? 🥺

Gives you his trinkets/self invented weapons as gifts (You invested in a weapon rack in your dorm for one or two of them but for the rest you had to put them in a chest/box). Makes you wonder how the heck he does it but yk 4-9 is mostly bending the rules 98% of the time when it comes to using unknown items as weapons 😂

He tells the most hilarious stories of how he gets stuck in the migration routes that he wouldn't dare tell his squad about.

The tension between your hand and his fluffy white hair is strong and he's aware of it. It's like this: you two are sitting together, your hand was soooo close to petting a side bang and then the second he turns his head to you, you dart your hand back and look the other way. So what does the clever 4989 do? He takes off his hat and threads his fingers through his hair before actually taking your hand and placing it on the top of his head. "You know, all you had to was ask, silly."he implied with a grin. annnnd now you're burning from embarrassment.

Whenever you see him smile or laugh it's like the sun to you, warm and full of energy.

Love language:physical affection (pda is def on the table for him)

𝘜-2626

The mysterious, alluring but caring bf, a bit of a playful stalker kind of vibe, but really is a soft boi compared to his bloodthirsty side when eliminating germs. So expect to be scared half to death for fun, he'd be the type to sneak up on you and say "boo." and you halfway jump out of your skin then after he'd be all "sorry, love you" and give you a quick kiss on the cheek then disappears until you run into him again to return the favor.

At times, you forget how you turned out to like him, no it's not the bangs that cover his face like a hentai protagonist, it's his acts of service and his calming voice that seems to soothe you when you're in the darkest depths of sadness to then distracting you from what you're doing because you think of him that much and you want to slap yourself silly. Ugh is he actually that attractive? the answer to that is yes.

Teasing is in his nature as a boyfriend, this neutrophil will text you good morning and then sending you videos and pictures of him covered in blood his last killing, and the caption would be 'spamming me covered in this stuff cuz u like it'. now wait just a goddamn minute..how did he know you liked that?? The pet names are two times more bold, you just want to go over wherever he is and hit him (playfully)

Love language: words of affirmation/quality time

𝘜-2048

Ugh. the flirty, bold but respectful of your space (not) bf. Such a cocky bastard. Thinks he's hot shit 🙄 (spoiler alert: he is. )He looks so stupid with those stupid side bangs and it makes him so stupidly...handsome, dammit!

Casanova head ass not making you blush commenting on how beautiful you look today when you literally wear the same outfit everyday (that will change shortly) and god the flirting, just shut him up with a kiss and that'll do (sometimes..)

Spoils you as in buys you your fav flavor of glucose/new clothes/stuff that could help you in situations if he wasn't there to save you: like a simple black garter belt and a small dagger as a date gift.

He has a bit low self esteem issues because of his past (being a chonky myelocyte back then) soon maybe comment on him how good he looks covered in blood and maybe he would look more cuter if he cleaned up lol either way he's great to you in every way :)

Love language:gift giving/physical affection I can see him trying to push your limit of how much pda you can take before it gets pretty noticeable asshole

𝘜-2001

thoughtful, mature but intriguing bf vibes, his eyes say a thousand words as your smile lit a thousand worlds within himself.

you two kind of started out a little awkward but then once you all started to know each other, it was starting to click. hes the type of bf to give you flowers on the first date kill me I can see him doing that ahhhhh

Like 1146, hand holding is fine, everything else is for in your dorm room okay maybe one hug here and there but that's the limit.

Has a secret sweet tooth but a sucker for coffee instead of tea, remembers your order exactly ☺️

Knows where you are if you "borrow" his jacket for fun and he'd be all chill with it but really he kind of needs it, sometimes you can turn it into a game with him to make it more fun before he heads off to work.

Love language:quality time/words of affirmation with a sprinkle of physical affection.

a/n: I am finally back!! and with a new hyperfixation too, may do a B cell x Memory cell thingy in the future so hope you enjoyed this first Cells At Work piece love y'all!! 💗💗

#cells at work x reader #cells at work #caw #u1146 #u2626 #u2048 #u2001 #u4989 #hataraku saibou #white blood cell x reader

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lissyneedstopissy · 4 months ago

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tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter eight – unfortunate circumstances

wc 4176

MDNI.

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tw: mentions of harassment, i made atsumu lowkey kinda stupid in this chapter bc i felt like it LMAO

12:42.

[bold is [y/n] , bold + italics is osamu]

“Hello?”

[Y/N] stared at her phone with an expression that one could describe as “disgusted.” She wasn’t disgusted at the all-too familiar contact she rang, yet instead, was disgusted at the fact that she and this specific man got into all sorts of problems with the internet.

“[Y/N], ya there?”

“I’m here.” She immediately answered, sitting up straight and disregarding her lazy position. [Y/N] began to think back to the moment where everything went wrong – moreso, where the initial problem was created, being Interference. If only you had declined to go out, like you regularly do.

“How’s yer day goin’ so far?” The man on the other end genuinely asked, yet, [Y/N] responded with a scoff.

“Osamu.”

“Yeah yeah, my b–”

“It’s literally my day off, and my fucking manager just texted me and told me to come in ASAP.” She paused for a second to regain her composure, then proceeded to continue. “They also… uh, want to hold a meeting. A meeting that includes you, Atsumu, and myself.”

In the background from the other end of the line, a bell being rung could be heard, signifying that someone has entered Onigiri Miya. Concentrating back to the call, Osamu sighed heavily.

“I know, that’s why I told ya to call me. ‘Tsumu already texted me ‘bout it.”

You let out a small ‘fuck’ at his own mention of the blonde setter. Putting your phone on your lap, you leaned your head back. “What’re we gonna tell them?” You didn’t receive an immediate response from him, but when you did, you could tell there was a change in his tone.

“We should be open ‘bout our current relationship, y’know? Like, tell ‘Tsumu and whoever does the social media stuff ‘bout us.”

That was the worst idea you had heard in your life.

“Oh, absolutely not. Maybe we can–”

“Are you serious?” Osamu questioned, cutting you off. Although you were both on a regular phone call, an unmistakable grimace was present on his face. “[Y/N], we were seen holdin’ hands. You do know that holdin’ hands is a thing that mainly couples do, right?”

A slight cringe on your face replaced the neutral expression that was previously there. You stayed silent, with multiple thoughts countering one another. It was previously mentioned before by you to Osamu, that you didn’t want to tell a bunch of people, especially Atsumu, about your relationship with him. Hinata, and most likely Sakusa, were the only ones who knew, and you were almost 100% confident that they weren’t going to tell anybody.

“I understand that, but I told you before that I don’t want to tell Atsumu.”

“[Y/N].” Osamu huffed. Annoyance, and slight impatience could be heard in his voice. “There’s basically no point in hidin’ it anymore. He can handle it, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah, I understand that, I just– I don’t think he’ll be too happy that I got with his twin brother!”

“Okay, then I have a question for ya.” The man on the other line slightly paused. There was a bit of hesitation, before he spoke once more.

“Do you intend on bein’ in an actual relationship with me, or are we just gonna be in a secret talkin’ stage forever?”

Grabbing your phone off your lap, you held it closer to your face, while rearranging your current position. “I do want to be in an actual relationship with you.” You confirmed, leaning forward, and bending your back. Your head facing downwards, suggesting a slumped appearance.

A small cough could be heard on the other line, in an attempt for Osamu to clear his voice. “Great, glad ta’ hear. So what’s the problem?”

“First off, your brother is a bum. With all due respect, he acts like a child during serious situations, and it’s annoying. Second off, it’s not just about Atsumu.” You sighed, moving your eyes from the phone screen to a neglected book shelf in your apartment. “It’s also about the general public. All the shit that’s on your brother is going to move to you, and frankly enough, I don’t want that to happen. It could be bad for your reputation.”

You were always a private person. Something about not having your life all out to the world was a wonderful way of living. Working for the MSBY Black Jackals was never not an option to you, as it was a great way to gain experience for any future working opportunities. Even though this isn’t the first time you were in a news article, this is a completely different situation, something you weren’t used to at all, and yet, you still felt that the world around you would remain calm if you took control. A part of your consciousness still felt guilty, though. Osamu wanted to express that the two of you were together, and you hate to admit it, but after much thought throughout the current phone call, it actually wasn’t a bad idea to help yourself publicly. What you said to him over the phone wasn’t false, though. If the truth that he was the one who punched that guy, Onigiri Miya could lose customers, and you didn’t want that at all. You knew how hard he worked to open his business.

“Listen, if I was able to get Bokuto out of that one scandal where he was seen making out with Goshiki Tsutomu’s girlfriend, then I can get you out of this.”

“But–”

“No, I’ll see you at the meeting in an hour. Bye.”

click!

You believed that at this point, Atsumu must’ve realized that it was Osamu in the photos that went viral, and not him. You still haven’t received a confrontational text from him, though, which worried you a bit.

As you put your phone back on the couch in the seat next to you, you rest your head in your hands, your mind immediately being impaled by a strong feeling of stress, combined with dread. Ultimately, this was your problem to deal with. Atsumu and Osamu don’t know how to deal with a situation like this, and in comparison to yourself, you didn’t know either, yet you were more capable.

It doesn’t seem like the time to point this out, but this was truly one of the best ways to get hands-on experience to potentially add to your resume.

Grabbing your phone, you speed-walked back to your bedroom, eyes immediately landing on your laptop, placed on your desk. There, you sat in your chair, and opened up a google doc, beginning to type out a statement to the best of your abilities with what little time you had. It didn’t seem to help that you were still hungover, but that was not your main concern.

Getting this statement done was more important.

13:56.

The drive to work usually brought a sense of tranquility to you, yet all you could feel as you entered the parking lot for MSBY’s main facility was an extreme amount of unease, better described as anxiety. Exiting your car, and walking into the building went by as a blur, as you could only focus on this meeting, and all the potential outcomes, whether they’re positive, or negative.

As the familiar voices of two men conversing came closer to ear shot, a change of pace in your breathing came about.

‘Why am I getting nervous?’ You couldn’t help but wonder. Could it be that you weren’t ready for potential confrontation? Or was it the fact that you may or may not be getting laid off due to causing MSBY some trouble?

As the designated meeting door was open, you were met with immediate silence, and staring eyes from both of the Miya twins, who were sitting side by side, with Osamu, still in his work uniform, and Atsumu, in his training gear. Seeing the both of them sit at the farthest corner of the long, white table with eachother caused your heartbeat to quicken, yet thankfully, your managers weren't in the room yet. You move your feet to the side adjacent from theirs, setting your computer down.

“Why’re ya sittin’ there?” Atsumu asked, keeping his eyes on your now-sitting frame.

“Because.” A brief, immediate response left your mouth, without a single thought running through your mind.

“Because… what?” Now it was Osamu who spoke, countering your previous reply.

“Because, I don’t want to sit by either of you right now.”

“Why?” Atsumu questioned once more. You could feel the agitation in your system begin to rise, mainly due to the reasoning that he hasn’t realized he was being annoying.

All you felt like you could do was stare at the blonde man. Using the best of your ability to send a ‘death stare,’ was utterly useless. It was clear to anyone within a safe amount from you that you were mentally exhausted.

Atsumu’s question remained unanswered, as you slowly leaned your head into your hands, only being surrounded by your intrusive thoughts. Thoughts that contemplated how the meeting was going to go, thoughts that wondered what your relationship with both brothers was going to be, thoughts that were interrupted as Atsumu spoke up, once more.

“[Y/N], are you mad because we held hands last night?”

‘...What?’

It seemed almost automatic the way your hands slowly left your face and dropped to your side, revealing your jaw, which was already dropped. Your eyes widened in an absolute sheer amount of disbelief, blinking repeatedly.

It wasn’t until a moment later, when you shot up out of your chair, and yelled, “Did you actually just say that?!”

Both brothers across from you flinched simultaneously, not expecting your voice to raise. Atsumu didn’t seem to know why you were becoming upset, while Osamu understood almost immediately after seeing the look of terror on your face. He felt as if he had to say something… something to help you relax before you burst a blood vessel.

“[Y/N].” He spoke calmly, with caution.

“Osamu, did you hear what he just said?” You pointed sharply at the blonde man, while staring at the other. Yet, Atsumu looked confused for another reason.

“Since when were the both of ya on first name terms? I coulda’ sworn y’all only met twice…”

You and Osamu immediately locked eyes, the muscles in your jaw tensing, sitting plainly, as his mouth fell open. It felt like years as you and Osamu stared at one another, desperately trying to read each other’s thoughts about what’s happening at this very moment. Internally, you both came to the realization that Atsumu had not yet figured out that the male in the pictures spread around the internet wasn’t him, but his brother.

You’re not sure what came over you, but you threw your hands up, exasperated, eventually getting out of your seat, grabbing your computer, and walking to where Atsumu was sitting, settling your computer down in front of him. You opened your laptop with so much force that even Osamu thought you were about to break it. Clicking on a new page search in safari, you typed in “Miya Atsumu and [L/N] [F/N],” resulting in many guaranteed article results, including multiple versions of the infamous photo that was taken. After setting your sight on the first picture you saw, you immediately clicked on it, and shoved the computer closer to Atsumu.

He analyzed the photo for a couple seconds, and stared back at you with no hint of concern, or even dissatisfaction in his eyes.

A loud scoff was heard from you after you got a reaction you didn’t want, and although you wanted it to sound mean, it ended up turning into a fake laugh that had no way of being controlled.

Finally calming yourself down, you gave this whole thing one more chance, not realizing what you were about to do at that moment.

“Okay, Atsumu.” You spoke gently, whilst pointing at the computer screen for a second, specifically at the male who was holding your hand in the picture. “Who is this man? I need you to think very hard about it.”

Atsumu broke his eyes away from yours, and moved his head closer to the screen, brows furrowing tightly, and face pinching as he squinted his eyes. He gazed at the screen for a moment more, before finally speaking up.

“Uhhhh, that’s m–”

“THAT’S OSAMU, YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT!”

Almost instantly, Atsumu grabbed the computer, putting the screen dangerously close to his face, with more hints of worry in his eyes. As you watched him scan the screen, that’s when you truly realized that you were so overcome with anger that you didn’t figure out what you were doing until now. Essentially, you fucked up. For the whole duration of you and Osamu being in a situationship, you were careful not to let Atsumu catch on, knowing you’d be in trouble. Atsumu wanted to go through your text messages because he was bored? Absolutely not. Atsumu wanted to look through your camera roll? Hell no. Atsumu texted you saying he was going to Onigiri Miya for a quick bite to eat, yet you were already there, eating? Not anymore!

Quietly, Atsumu put down the computer on the table in front of him, first looking at Osamu, who held a hand over his mouth for an unknown period of time, yet with a plain expression painting his face.

“‘Tsum–”

“Shhh.”

Finally, Atsumu glared at you as his few grew ashen, with that specific look on his face. The look you’ve been craving to see ever since the topic of holding hands has been brought up. The blonde’s mouth opened, yet nothing came out, causing guilt to finally flow all throughout your body.

“Are y’all in a relationship? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” He eventually asked, voice sounding as calm as ever.

In unison, both you and Osamu muttered out a small “no.” Atsumu’s expression lightened up in the slightest, straightening his body while remaining seated.

“Okay, so what’s the problem then?”

“We’re in a situationship.” Now, it was Osamu who began to try and explain things to his brother. “We’ve been talkin’ for ‘bout a month now, maybe a bit more.”

“And I didn’t want to tell you, honestly.” You spoke immediately after, hands clasping together as you pressed your lips together, forming a straight line.

“Ya didn’t wanna tell me, ‘cause you knew I’d be upset, right?”

“Uh…” A small cough left your mouth, in an attempt to feign your awkwardness. “Yes.”

Atsumu slowly nodded his head, looking away from you and now straight. Almost instantly, he slammed both of his hands down on the table in front of him, “Well, damn straight I’m gonna be upset!” He pointed one of his fingers directly at you, and continued. “It’s the fact that ya had the audacity to… what? Secretly meet up with ‘Samu behind my back?” He then proceeded to move his pointed finger from you to his brother, aiming it at his chest, and repeatedly jabbing it against him. “And you! [Y/N] was my friend first. This same shit happened in high school, and ya still didn’t even learn yer lesson!”

“Oh grow up, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu grabbed Atsumu’s hand with enough force to cause a few veins to bulge out of Osamu’s hand. “We’re all adults, and frankly enough, we all have a right ta’ choose who we want to like.”

Atsumu pulled his finger free from Osamu’s grasp, as his expression grew more irritated. “Obviously, asshole! But ya don’t understand – you coulda’ chose anybody to be with. There’s like, four billion other girls out there, yet ya chose [Y/N], my best friend!”

Before Osamu could speak up against his twin’s concern, you interjected.

“Atsumu,” you began, “We chose each other. We wanted to be with each other.” Your eyes quickly shifted to Osamu, thinking about the fact that you potentially just embarrassed yourself in front of him, only to be met with a gaze that held a warm intensity. A warm intensity that screamed the fact that he felt extreme affection towards you.

Shrugging, you spoke, “If you want to choose someone to blame completely, then it’s me. I basically initiated the whole thing between me and O–”

“No, ya didn’t.” Osamu quickly interjected. “I asked for yer number, and I’m pretty sure that’s what really kick started everythin’.”

“Y’all are really arguin’ about this right now?” Atsumu groaned, leaning back in his chair with a defeated look on his face.

Before you and Osamu could reply back to him, defending yourselves, the meeting room door swung open, revealing Suzuki Dai, one of MSBY’s social media supervisors, who didn’t do the actual posting, but monitored everything. To your surprise, Okada Mayumi, one of MSBY’s main publicists, showed up as well. She usually worked with each player individually, and never in groups.

As the three of you bowed slightly to show respect to your elders, Suzuki feigned a loud sigh, while taking his jacket off.

“Ah, [L/N]! I can’t even say I’m surprised to see you here. You’re just always doing something to negatively affect MSBY. And especially before we have a game coming up? Man…”

You felt your face turn hot, and pinch with resentment. You hated Suzuki, and for all the right reasons. Following his remark, you were about to speak up against him, offering to fight, yet Okada beat you to it, landing a hard slap on his back, catching all of you by surprise.

“Don’t be rude, you fool. She’s already most likely being impaled with negative remarks on social media, and that is way more than somebody can handle mentally. You don’t need to add to the fire!”

You quickly remembered why Okada was one of your favorite people to work with.

As you took your seat in the same place from earlier, adjacent from the Miya Twins, Okada and Suzuki took their seats at the heads of the table, facing the three of you equally.

“Right, so first order of business…” Okada began speaking as she and Suzuki both pulled out their computers, logging in to their accounts.

“What happened? Did Osamu actually have to punch somebody in the club?”

You were about to speak up, ready to tell them everything, but Atsumu beat you to it. “Wait, wait..” he started, waving both of his hands in front of himself. “How could ya tell it was ‘Samu, and not me?”

“Well, even though his back was to the camera in the ‘holding hands’ picture, you can tell it’s him, because of the difference in hair color. It’s obviously not you, Atsumu.”

“But–” He cut himself off, sporting a confused look on his face. “The lighting in the club makes him look like me, right?”

This time, Suzuki spoke. “It’s possible that that could be the reason why everybody thinks it was you who assaulted that guy, but unfortunately, a lot of people don’t use their heads nowadays. I’m not sure if you noticed, but a lot of fans have been responding back to posts from news sources talking about the whole ordeal, defending you.”

Atsumu’s lips formed into an ‘O’ shape, whilst staying mute. Was he really that dumb to the point where he couldn’t recognize himself in pictures? Apparently, that’s what he thought.

“Atsumu, you do know that it wasn’t you in the photo, right?” Suzuki asked, raising an eyebrow towards the blonde setter.

“Oh, yeah of cour–” “No.” You and Osamu answered simultaneously.

Suzuki let out a quiet, yet irritated groan while slowly letting his face fall into the palm of his hand. As Atsumu felt his cheeks turn a light red hue in embarrassment, Okada quickly changed the subject of conversation back to the explanation of what truly happened. You quickly volunteered to tell the story, since it was mainly from your perspective. As all the eyes of the people in the room turned to you, with Okada preparing to type your statement, you inhaled through your nose as an attempt to calm yourself down, and speak with confidence.

“At around midnight, Osamu and I were dancing, and I mentioned that I had to use the bathroom. He offered to walk me there, but I said no. Basically, after I left the bathroom, this guy with botched blonde hair and a tongue piercing started flirting with me in the hallway. I obviously wasn’t interested, and even lied, and told him I had a boyfriend, but he still didn’t leave me alone. He ended up pinning me against the wall, because I guess there was nobody there to really say anything? But anyways, that’s where Osamu came in, and that’s why he punched the guy.”

All four people had different, yet similar reactions. Atsumu stared in horror, Suzuki blinked repeatedly trying to take it all in, Osamu’s gaze softened, filled with understanding, and Okada with a flicker of recognition crossing her eyes as she continued to type, eventually coming to a stop. “I’m sorry that happened to you, [L/N]. Are you all right?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“I hate to quickly go from one area of conversation to another, but if we got into communication with Night Time Interference, and asked for surveillance footage of all of that happening to you, would we be able to get it?” Okada questioned once more, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Uh, yeah, I–I think so?” You answered hesitantly, looking to Osamu for an actual answer.

“Yeah, there’s cameras in that hallway.” He confirmed for you.

An approving hum left the older female, as she gave Suzuki an expecting look. “Would you mind getting into contact with them now, Suzuki?”

He nodded his head as a response, immediately getting out of his seat, and dialing a specific number as he left the meeting room in haste.

“Alright, now there’s one more main thing that needs to be addressed before we go over the details of what's going to happen in these next few days.”

All three of you turned your full attention to Okada as she clicked on unknown things on her computer. “Since [L/N] and Osamu were seen holding hands, does this mean the two of you are together? Romantically?” She finally focused her attention on both you, and the dark haired man, eyes flickering back and forth between you.

Together, you both answered with a “yeah.”

“Okay. Established relationship?”

Once more, you both answered with a “no.”

“Were you holding hands because it was an act of romance, or for a different reason?”

“Uh, I think partially because I was stumbling, but the other part being romance? I think?” You replied, thinking about your hazy memories of that night.

The rest of the meeting went by quickly in a blur.

To sum it up, Okada fulfilled her part, and ended up explaining that MSBY was going to release a statement mentioning the fact that it was indeed Osamu in the picture, and not Atsumu. If the situation called for it, the obtained video of you being constantly harassed would be posted and used as proof on Osamu’s part (which was okay by you). You eventually were able to show Okada your own written statement on MSBY’s part, which surprisingly to you, was approved by her, and would be used, with a few edits here and there.

After things were cleared, the three of you were dismissed, and ready to head your separate ways with no words exchanged. Atsumu had to head back to practice, Osamu had to head back to work, and you? You believed it was time to finally reconnect with nature, and go for a walk after such a long day.

16:31.

No wonder it was scientifically proven that going for outdoor walks can boost an individual’s mood.

Although you had finished your walk about half an hour ago, you felt much more relaxed, as well as an increased amount of optimism. You weren’t exactly able to label yourself as carefree yet, though. Lingering thoughts of Atsumu and his feelings stuck with you, as you continued to think about how you betrayed him in a way you never thought you would. You weren’t sure what came over you in the moment you were sitting on the toilet, but you had decided it was necessary to apologize once more to your best friend.

You sighed in relief knowing Atsumu would continue to remain friends with you, but at what cost? You didn’t like the idea of him needing his space from you, but if it was what he needed to remain in his zone, especially before game day as it can become extremely stressful, then so be it.

buzz!

You stared at your phone, seeing another text from Atsumu pop up. You intended to ignore it, as you wanted to finish using the bathroom, but surprisingly.

buzz!

buzz buzz!

buzz!

‘5 texts?’ You thought, ultimately deciding to open the messages.

author's notes !

𐙚 okay so [y/n] is not going to lose her job ... sigh

𐙚 i may or may not be uploading a chapter next week , all depending on my school schedule (FUCK exams i'm so dead)

𐙚 reblogs are always appreciated !

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saeun · 2 years ago

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BOO! gotcha~ gojo satoru.

sum. he meticulously planned the night out, she was busy with her routine. ( basically gojo trying to be bold and manly but the bold and manly doesnt want to be him )

"BABE! COME QUICK — NOW!"

voice louder than ever, gojo's curled into a ball, on the couch, diverting his eyes everywhere but the tv screen. it was movie night — or so it was supposed to be. you left him alone in the creeping dark. left him all alone to tend to your nighttime routine.

you see, truth be told, he's absolutely terrified of horrors. the setting, the music, the jumpscares, the plot — everything. poor gojo wanted to be a romantic "i'm here for you," man for his girl but it seems like that plan is screwed! he does not have a plan b in mind. there was one sole plan and it didn't consider the possibility of him being scared shitless.

you both decided on having a horror marathon. as the month of halloween dawns closer, it's only fitting to watch horror-themed stuff, right? not quite. there's one person who's covering their eyes with the blanket every time it gets intense and it's no one other than gojo satoru.

the plan was picture-perfect:

a) get the scariest horror movie.

b) watch to see when you're scared.

c) put his arms around you, bring you into his body, and whisper, "it's okay, don't fear."

d) become your knight in shining armor.

clearly, this plan was not properly thought out. he's shivering in fear, waiting for his knight in shining armor to save him from the misery — and also from the thought of some demon waiting to jump at him from behind the tv.

the movie's soundtrack quiets, only the character's hesitating footsteps towards the locked room can be heard. as they walk closer, the door creaks open. nothing's in the room..? "that's... strange," they whispered, stepping into the room with their oil-based lamp. the camera pans to the left: nothing suspicious. it pans to the right: nothing out of the ordinary. it goes back to the center and—

"FUCK no," gojo turns the tv off. he knew what was about to come, and he wasn't going to sit through it.

suddenly, as if the saying of art mimics real life comes true, he hears the same hesitating footsteps. strange, the tv's off. absolutely not, he thinks, balling up the blanket ready to leave. fastening his steps to the front door, he grabs the keys off the counter. the keys have gone in the keyhole, and so did a hand on gojo's shoulder.

he freezes. body gone stiff. breathing halted. heartbeat intensifies. what the fuck.

"babe? where are you going?" you questioned, confused as to why gojo's ready to sneak out in pajamas and a blanket.

gojo doesn't respond. he's watched that movie for long enough to realize it doesn't have to be you who's talking.

however, it is you, and you're very confused. after finishing your routine, you came down to watch the movie with him only to be met with a mess of popcorn, tv off, and a missing gojo.

"babe? you alright?" you questioned again, this time grabbing him with both hands and turning him to face you.

"who are you?" it's his turn to question. you look like you, but are you really you? a question that only makes sense to the man himself.

"i'm y/n, duh."

"then prove it," he demands. if it's truly his beloved, he knows how she'd react.

hands on hip, your face twisted into a mix of confusion, deadpan, and slightly amused. "what are you on about, satoru?"

"oh my god you're an imposter," his conclusion makes him turn back to the door, frantically twisting the keys to unlock the barrier that keeps him from safety.

without looking back, he walked out the door, tripping on himself as he sought his safety. all you can do is shrug. he'll be back in two minutes maximum.

#. ae-generated: jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 got me feeling like that homeless ant #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk drabbles

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itsdori-lover · 11 months ago

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Cherry Blossom Connection

Erm.. hey y'all! This my first post on here so PLEASE BE NICE 😞...

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!

Summary: You're invited by your best friend Mina to the club, you think you won't meet anyone interesting but to your surprise, you do.. Some notes: you're gender neutral but has girlalala parts!!, Izuku is asian & hispanic! I think that's it tho... :)

TW!!: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Shotgun Kissing, Creampie 🙃

I walked in the club, the music thumping and people dancing. Honestly I didn’t want to be here today, but I was forced by Mina.

[ FLASHBACK!!]

I just got out of the shower, feeling refreshed and ready for bed until I heard my Tyler, the creator ringtone going off. I let out a sigh before picking up my phone to answer. “ Yes minaaa!~” I said as I stretched out her name for the effects. “ Girl get dressed and get to the bar, I sent you the Addie. See you in an hour!!!” She said before she hung up. ‘Damn she could have at least let me get a word in…’ I thought before picking out my clothes.

[ FLASHBACK OVER!!!]

It smelled like drunk people and weed. How amazing… Anyway, I walked to the bar ordering a frozen raspberry margarita. If i was forced here, i’m at least gonna get tipsyyy! Speaking of being forced here, I looked around for Mina and I found her making out with this red head. Seems like she’s getting some dick tonight 🤭. I need to really find myself a boo, but all these guys look like perverts so… I probably won’t find anyone today.

As I ordered another Margarita and a shot, My song ‘ Anxious ’ came on. Of course I have to get up and dance. I got up, making my way to the dance floor. I swayed my hips, shaking my ass and moving my arms around my body as I danced. I continued until I felt hands snake across my hips. Listen, I don't play when it comes to clubs, I'm always ready to kick ass. my hands rated E for EVERYONE!!! I turned around, ready for it to be a perv but it turned out to be a green haired Asian boy. ooo he was so good looking. He had green eyes, freckles, and two deep dimples that popped out with the slightest smile.

My attitude immediately changed as I took in his looks. “ Hi beautiful, what’s your name?” He asked as he continued to sway with me. I stared at him before turning back around, ignoring his question. “ hmm~ playing hard to get huh? that’s fine by me” He whispered in my ear. His deep voice sent my heart to cloud 9. God he sounded so sexy, but I can't let him have me that easily. as we danced together, My favorite part came on. Just to be bold and get a reaction, I rubbed my ass against him. His grip got tighter as he rubbed circles into my back.

We danced some more until we got a tad bit tired. He walked me to a booth with a bunch of liquor bottles laying around. “ Now will you tell me your name, pretty girl?” He said as he rubbed circles into my thighs. “ It's (your name), what about you, pretty boy?” I retaliated, leaning forward to stare in his eyes. He stared at me back for a few seconds before leaning back into the sofa, “ it’s Izuku Midoriya.” After introducing ourselves, we got into a conversation about anything and everything.

Soon it got late and the club was closing. By this time, I completely forgot about Mina. I guess I'll just have to call her tomorrow to make sure she's still alive. Honestly I didn’t want to leave Izuku, it seemed like he was thinking the same thing as he led me to his car. As I got into his 2023 BMW I admired his red interior, it fits him so well. Sexy yet classy… Anyway we continued our talk, when I looked back at him he was rollin up a blunt. I stared at him as he licked the paper before using his hands to smooth it down. God he looked so sexy, definitely had the kitty purring… 😍 (LMAOOO)

I didn’t even realize he started to stare right back at me until he broke me out of my thoughts with a question. “ Do you smoke?” “ Of course I do” I stated before turning away from him again. When he tried to light the blunt, his lighter wasn’t working. I leaned in and flicked mine up to light it. The fire made his face look so detailed and fine as he stared at me with that look in his eyes. He breathed in before blowing the smoke out of his nose. He then passed the blunt to me so I could hit. As soon as the smoke filled my lungs, I felt all the worries and embarrassment fade away.

We passed the blunt back and forth, both of us getting our fill. Izuku stared at me before speaking “ Te ves tan hermosa mamas” I stopped mid blow out to stare at him in awe. “ You know spanish??” He chuckled before saying “ I’m hispanic too, mi amor” I smiled at him, making a mental note of that. “ I see, that makes sense” I said before passing the blunt to him. As he took his hit, he looked at me and grabbed my chin. Izuku pulled me in saying “ Open your mouth, Mamas” before blowing smoke into my mouth. Our eyes said so many words our mouth couldn’t say.

He moved his lips close to mine before kissing me. Our kiss was sweet at first before becoming sensual and hungry. We were hungry for each other's taste and warmth. As Izuku kissed me, He stubbed our blunt and dropped it somewhere on the floor. He grabbed my hips and lifted me onto his lap, his hands roamed my body as I moaned in his mouth. I rutted my hips against his, needing friction to tame the firing feeling on my body.

Izuku kissed down my neck, looking and searching for my sweet spot all while leaving purplish marks all over my neck. We grinded on each other, searching for pleasure while touching every place we can. His hands moved to my ass, cuffing it before sliding his hands inside my panties. His fingers circled my clit, catching my breath in my throat. “ U-ugh, Izuku~” He looked up at me as he pushed my bra up and immediately latched onto my nipple, playing with the other one. My face scrunched as the pleasure moved throughout my body.

“ more, please!” I mumbled as his finger quickend in tight circles on my clit. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. As soon as I was about to cum, he stopped everything. “ Izuku!~” I moaned in displeasure. “ Be patient, pretty girl” Izuku whispered as he took off my panties. He moved his fingers from my clit to my hole. “ ¿Estás tan mojada ya?Que chica tan traviesa~” Izuku mainly mumbled to himself. I was too desperate for pleasure to even notice his language switch. I rutted my hips against his fingers, hoping to signal that I need some type of friction.

He definitely got the signal as he thrusted two fingers into me at once. “ See you’re so wet, two fingers went in so easily” He commented as he thrusted his fingers at a fast but slow pace. I couldn’t even reply as he knocked my breath straight out of my lungs. “ hnnggg! wait please~” I yelped as I felt my orgasm coming. Instead of stopping, Izuku sped up hoping I would cum on his fingers. “ Go ahead, cum for me, pretty girl.” He egged on. As soon as those words slipped from his mouth, the knot came undone. Izuku kept fingering me through my orgasm as he soothed me with his words. We kissed sloppily, saliva sliding down my lips.

He took out his cock, it was clean cut. Pretty pink tip with a mix of a dark and light shaft. Just when I thought I was done for the night, The sight of his cock got me aroused all over again. When we made eye contact, the sparks flew and before I knew it, he was positioning me on his cock. He looked at me for consent and once he got it, he lowered me onto him. I couldn’t even feel the stretch of my cunt with all of the pleasure that flowed through me. Izuku groaned as he felt the wetness surrounding his aching cock.

Once he bottomed out, He checked up on me making sure I was comfortable and okay. When doing so he realized I was too fucked out to even understand him, so he started moving. Izuku gripped my thighs to lift me up to the tip before slamming me back down. “ Mmmfffp!~” I moaned as he fucked me with no mercy. “ Joder hermosa~” Izuku slurred into my neck. I gripped his hair and pulled it as he fucked me. For a while, all I could hear was skin slapping and loud moans. The car started to shake as he got more aggressive.

All of a sudden, all movement stopped when he pushed his seat back. “ Ride me, my love” Is all he said as he stared at me. I was so tired and out of breath, all I could do was move my hips side to side. Izuku didn’t like that so he smacked my ass. “ Hurry up hermosa…” He asserted with a hard stare. I whimpered as I placed my hands on his chest and lifted myself. I dropped myself down, moaning as I did so. “ Hngh!” He and I both moaned. One hand made its way to my hip while the other made its way to my nipple, pulling and playing with it. I smacked myself down hard as I fucked myself onto him. I felt a familiar knot form in my stomach. I knew I was going to cum. Izuku was also close as he gripped my hips harder and his moans got more high pitched. “ I- izuku~ I’m going to-!” I couldn’t get my sentence out as I came on Izuku’s cock. I thought he would stop but he continued to fuck himself through his own orgasm. I felt him fill me up with his cum as he moaned my name. “ Joder, te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor.~” Izuku said to me as he lifted me off him. “ Get some sleep mamas, I'll clean you up” He suggested, and with that I went to sleep.

#izuku smut #izuku x black!reader #mha #black!reader #mhaxreader #deku smut #mha smut #katsuki smut #kirishima smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #aizawa smut #mina x reader

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pianokantzart · 1 year ago

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I've seen quite a few times the scenario where Bowser would torture Luigi to get to Mario but I've been thinking: What if King Boo would torture Mario to get to Luigi. How do you think Luigi would react to that? How would Mario react to that situation?

You know me anon. You know me well.

Okay, so... I headcanon that unless murder is his end goal (which it often is to be fair), King Boo is way more averse to physical torture than Bowser is, even with the powers of his crown's gemstone at his disposal. This is not because of a sense of pity or dignity, but because he's been dead for so long that finding the fine line between making someone suffer and accidentally making a new ghost out of his victim is kinda difficult.

What he lacks in ability to deliver controlled physical damage, however, he more than makes up for in his ability to deliver psychological damage. He likes toying with people's fears, making them feel small and helpless, dangling hope in front of them before violently ripping it away.

Also! In Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon, he was referred to by E. Gadd as the "Master of Illusions." So... let's say... he learned how to make someone experience intensely realistic hallucinations of anything he desires.

That would quickly become his go-to move in terms of delivering the most trauma possible, and he'd do it well, using Mario as a guinea pig to fine-tune his powers. So, for as long as Mario is in captivity he's living the most horrible, visceral nightmare possible, rewinding and replaying with a new terrible twist every time, watching loved ones suffer and die, unable to do anything about it. By the time Luigi reaches his brother, Mario doesn't know what's real and what's fake. He's too frightened to speak, too frightened to move, unable to believe anything he sees. No matter what Luigi tries... no matter what he says or what evidence he tries to provide... Mario can only brace himself for the moment everything is once more ripped away.

King Boo is proud of his handiwork. He not only found the perfect form of vengeance, but he broke the most revered hero in the surrounding kingdoms like a cheap toy. His first mistake was showing his hand– indirectly revealing to Luigi and E. Gadd the full extent of what he can do. His second mistake was assuming Mario's pathetic state would render Luigi crippled with fear. His third mistake was being so bold as to confront Luigi right at the moment he discovered what had happened to his brother.

Luigi wasn't frightened the way he expected him to be. Luigi wasn't even mindlessly enraged, which King Boo counted as a possibility. The green plumber went absolutely numb, pursuing the ghost with the cold determination of the machine he carried, unflinching and unmoving no matter the attack thrown at him– psychic or physical.

He only allowed himself to break down long after the fight was won. When he was ushering Mario toward E. Gadd's lab, Luigi at last crumpled to the ground, arms wrapped around his brother as he sobbed. Mario... though still unconvinced this wasn't another hallucination... could not help but hug his brother in return.

#mario headcanons #torture cw #askbox #anon #king boo #Luigi #Mario #Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon Spoilers #I may have thought about this a lot

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bluiela · 5 months ago

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e/riels not helping themselves with the less reading comprehension allegations:

One argument that they have been recycling again and again like a parrot is the:

"Spark is used in other places as well but they didn't turn out to be mates hence gwynriel no mates"

they say it like they did something, but all they do is ignore CONTEXT and try to twist and ignore things to fit their narrative.

CONTEXT MATTERS

They just see the word spark and see the people not together and are like see we got you

But please read the words before and after the word spark and see the context

"spark" is used to show a character feeling an intense emotion. And intense emotion sparking through them. But what matters is the context it is used in. Is it romantic or not. Let's see in Gwynriel's case:

see where else it is used

Feyre and Tamlin (ACOTAR)

"That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest"

Used to show the romantic feeling Feyre had for Tamlin, her feeling bold enough to start to love him"

Aelin and Lorcan (KOA & EOS)

"Lorcan shredded, dark soul tipped its head back and roared in unison to her powers burning song"

"The command settled in him, too, another little spark that glowed deep down"

Aelin's authority and command is what sparked in him, it is shown to highlight Aelin as a queen and even Lorcan could feel and accept it

The emotion is literally spelled out, yet they will ignore it

Irithys and Lydia (HOFAS)

"The queen's flame set Lydia's own sparking in answer dancing over her fingertips, in joyful recognition"

I don't think it needed to be spelled out, but it is not even a spark that Lydia felt but her powers, the power recognize her and hence her actual powers sparking not a spark (as in emotion used in other) she felt but her actual fire powers sparking because apparently flame sparking is too complex for people to comprehend.

Cassian and Nyx

"The joy spark in him"

My honey baby boo it is spelled out in canon, it was a joy that spark in him, the joy of holding his nephew

SJM used the word spark a lot and in different situations, she actually spells out the emotion the person feels sparking through them, either she shows it to show romantic interest and mates 99% when it's used as "something" sparked/glowed (e.g.- feysand, huntlar, ruhnlidia etc.) otherwise she spells out the emotion.

let's see the evidence:

Feysand:

“The painting flashed into my mind. Flashed-and stayed there, glimmering, before it faded. But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest. The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.”

Daynight:

"I go with Ruhn," Lidia said quietly, and something in his chest sparked at that.”

Quinlar:

“You could use some joy," Hunt said quietly. Something bright sparked in her chest.” “Bryce's heart tightened and something brighter than starlight filled her veins. It remained, shimmering and secret, glowing inside her for the rest of the day.”

Rowaelin:

“And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.”

see the difference and see how this isn't classic Shakespearean English? this is so easy and obvious that a 5th grade student can comprehend this, but e/riels still ignore and manipulate it.

And SJM even went a further unnecessary step to add a dating site called "spark" in CC1.

Also, they completely ignore the fact that it is ONLY GWYN who invoked any intense emotion in Az.

that Gwyn actually made him feel EMOTIONAL FEELINGS (he is the coldest spy)

Azriel felt "something" spark in his chest, then he unconsciously smile at Gwyn's smile and bright eyes and then buries her deep in his heart,

I think it's pretty obvious what some unexplored emotion is which SJM put in a crumbs chapter to be explored later.

Gwynriel's don't need to be obtuse and decontextualize everything to grasp at straws.

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47 BLs Announced for 2024

Here are the BLs I have logged on the Spreadsheet of Doom (TM) as announced for 2024 (with supporting evidence, so not just options or acquisitions) as of the beginning of the year. Bold are the ones I'm most intrigued by .

JAPAN

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

From YTV releasing 1/11 about Soga, who, after a divorce and relocation to Osaka, seeks solace in dining at 26-year-old Sakae's restaurant. Unbeknownst to Soga, Sakae sees him as more than just a regular customer.

Ossan's Love Season 2

Five years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan, so probubly not. More here.

Perfect Propose

Fuji TV (the Pornographer series) adapting Mayo Tsurakame’s manga, production team includes Tadaaki Horai (My Love Mix-Up!) and Takeshi Miyamoto (scriptwriter for “Old Fashion Cupcake”). Hiro’s so stressed at work he barely has time to eat so he passes out on the sidewalk. An unfamiliar face saves him and insists that they once promised to marry each other.

KOREA

Love For Love's Sake

Based on the Manhwa Love Supremacy Zone by Hwacha, this will star actors Lee Tae Vin, Cha Jun Wan, Oh Min Su and Cha Woon Ki. The plot of the drama is based on Tae Myung Ha, a young man who is dropped into a game based off of a novel that he knows. His mission is to make another player, Cha Yeo Woon happy. Cha Yeo Woon is Myung-Has favourite character in the novel. But then the game starts going completely different from the novel.

Love in the Big City

Movie adaptation of Booker nominated famous coming of age novel ‘Love in The Big City’ by Park Sang-Young. A cynical yet fun loving student writer name Young pinballs from home, to class, to Tinder matches. He and Jaehee, his female best friend and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and Marlboros. But as time passes Jaehee settles down and leaves Young to face his problems on his own, finding comfort in the arms of the series of men, including one whose handsomeness is matched by his coldness and another who might be the great love of his life. Not really BL. To star Kim Go-eun (The King: Eternal Monarch), Noh Sang-hyun (aka Steve Sanghyun as Young) and Nam Yoon Su (The King’s Affection). More here.

TAIWAN

Anti Reset AKA Anti-Reset AKA Antireset

From Vidol to air on 2/2/2024 about a human and robot find love.

THAILAND

1000 Years Old

From Feel Good Bangkok this is one of many gay vampire BLs coming in 2024. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). More here.

A Secretly Love

Khonprot, a third-year head hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through many girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks things may be different.

Addicted Heroin (Thai version)

From the producers of Love Stage!!

Bad Guy My Boss

Assistant to a player boss who is in love with his boss decides to quit to save himself. The boos then makes a move. (A gay "What's up with Secretary Kim"?)

Born to be Y

announced 9/23

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City of Stars AKA Fueangnakorn

Star Hunter started filming this 12/23 about an actor falls in love with a programmer and the narrative intends to “explore the ramifications of being public figure in the social network era who must endure critics, bullying, and defamation.” Looks like another Lovely Writer, Call It What You Want sort of thing.

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Four Ever You Project AKA Fourever You Project

Sampler pack BL series from Wabi Sabi stars Bas (Gen Y), Earth (UWMA, 12%). Four stories, four couples, all adapted under the Fourever You Project.

I Saw You in My Dream

DeeHupHouse for WeTV based on the novel of the same name by Afterday. The story portrays Aya, a young man who has prophetic dreams. Everything he dreams always comes true. He doesn’t have a problem with it until he starts to dream of dating the guy next door. But the guy next door is in a serious relationship with a girl he’s known since high school.

Iridescent Love

Got nothing.

Harikarn Solution (the Chains of Heart people - boo) stars Gun (Khom in Unforgotten Night) opposite fresh face but cast includes familiar faces from other pulps. Ordinary office worker kinda recluse dork but who at night however, has an only fans account. Then he meets the guy next door.

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Jack & Joker (YinWar)

DeHup brings us be gay, do crimes. Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces doing Leverage but gayer. Yes, thank you, I will have that.

Kidnap

GMMTV Ohm Pawat is back but there is some question over whether this is BL or not.

Knock-Knock Boys

Kongthup for WeTV airing 4/2024 Four college friends who conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. stars Seng Wichai, Best Vittswin, Nokia Chinnawat and Jaonine Jiraphat.

Lost On The River

Another Sammon story

Love Sea (FortPeat)

MAME warning, stars same couple as LITA2, but new characters to the Mameverse. While travelling a writer has a one night stand with a very irritating man.

Love Sick AKA Lovesick remake

Remake of the original. No thank you.

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Love Upon a Time (NetJames)

Domundi announced for 6/7/2023 then delayed to 2024. NetJames in a historical BL! Also feat Tonnam(Dr Sing from Triage).

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Lovely Addict

9NAA brings us a hotel set, high heat, features same pair as Venus In Sky.

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Lover Merman

Fantasy BL about a man who falls in love with a merman.

Me and Who

Domundi for WeTV brings this adaptation of Wickedwish’s novel of the same name. it depicts a young man who dies and is reborn into the body of a billionaire heir. The heir happens to be engaged to a handsome man.

Monster Next Door

WeTV Adapted from the novel Godzilla Next Door by Jiwinil. It portrays an introvert who lives mostly in his room, until an extrovert moves in next door. He is loud, frantic and annoying. Do opposites really attract? Will they find a way to get along?

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My Golden Blood

GMMTV. Okay, I do find Joss very watchable but this looks very bad and also very like Kissable Lips. But at least land is finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve?

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My Love Mix-Up Thai Remake (GemniForth)

GMMTV. Hum, well I do love this pair and I did like the original and maybe this time these characters will actually kiss? I'm actually fine with this pick-up. I kind of enjoy seeing different countries remake the same IP. Especially if it's IP I'm mostly unfazed by.

My Stand-In AKA My Stand In

Chinese IP ALERT! Adapted from the novel Professional Body Double (职业替身) by Shui Qiang Cheng (水千丞) stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please).

OMG Vampire AKA OMG! Vampire (LeeFrank)

Frank and Lee Long Shi are back only vampires now. So many vampires.

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Only Boo!

New main pair in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks, grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, to become an idol baby boy can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

Ossan‘s Love Thai Remake (EarthMix

Ugh, why?!?!

Red Peafowl

More Thai mafia stuffs.

Spare Me Your Mercy

Increased rates of deaths in terminal patients has a police captain investigating the palliative care doctor with whom he's fallen in love. Their relationship deepens but the mystery persists, driven by mistrust. Adapted from the novel Euthanasia by Sammon (Triage, Manner of Death) stars some old guard BL actors: Tor Thanapob from Hormones as the doctor and (fuck me YES) Jaylerr from Great Men Academy and goddamn Grean Fictions as the captain!

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Spirit Reborn AKA Kemjira Will Survive

Star Hunter (of all studios) adapting supposedly the scariest BL. Khem is born cursed. A daughter would be safe but a son dies at 20 so Khem’s mother cleverly gives him a girl’s name, Khemjira “forever safe.” But Knem is baout to turn 20 and he doesn't think it's working so he seeks the help of a cursebreaker, turns out to be his great love from a prvious life.

Star Scope

Wabi Sabi trailer here. Looks sad, one of them is terminally ill, abandons his bf in high school them meet again in uni.

The Boy Next World (BossNoeul)

Same couple as LITA, this is the backstory of Cirrus & Phugun from TharnType 2 played by different actors.

The Hell Guards AKA Hey Don't Mess With My Heart

Boy wakes up from a coma and becomes a messenger between grim reapers and the underworld. Oh will it be... bureaucratic? I think it WILL.

The Hidden Moon

Casting happened 9/23. This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) ‘เดือนพราง’ by Violet Rain. A Bangkok writer is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai which is being converted into a café. He gets into an accident and nearly dies on his way there. After that, he sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, one boy catches his attention. Stars Benjamin Brasier (2 Moons 2) and Folk Touch Inthirat from Brothers. Trailer here.

The Next Prince (ZeeNew)

Domundi brings us more ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - FUCK YES PLEASE. I did not expect this pair to stick so I really hope this happens. Trailer here.

The Rebound (MeenPing)

VIU Basketball based romance staring Meen (a national basketball player, so yay for that).

The Trainee (OffGun)

GMMTV Office set, may not be BL. Trailer here.

Time the series

MFlow Entertainment for Gaga, WeTV, Channel 3 trailer here. Airs 1/9 After witnessing the death of his beloved Chris from a gunshot wound, the heartbroken actor Foam is given a pocket watch that allows him to go back in time and discover the truth… Can Foam take the chance to set things right and bring Chris back from the brink of death? Only time will tell…

To Be Continued

High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite when both of them have full times jobs but coming out is still a problem. Trailer here.

Vampire Project (BounPrem)

Wabi Sabi's My Broccoli only now... vampires.

Wandee Godday

GMMTV and AllThis Entertainment producing a very pulp offering for GMMTV with new pair GreatInn doing high heat Boxer meets surgeon. It features a one night stand, fake relationship, and all the cheesiest of tropes. Also features Drake, Podd, and Thor+ pretty boy (be still my heart). This is totally my kind of BL even if it actually isn't GMMTV's style of BL, so I'm intrigued. Trailer here.

We Are (PondPhuwin)

GMMTV's university friendship Bl featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawin - basically ALL in the good kind of messy friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is gay. I'm IN! Trailer here.

A reminder we had c. 136 BLs release in 2023 but c. 55 that did not get made.

That seems about right.

Of those announced we seem to get about 2/3 actually released for the year we are told they'll release in.

(source)

#all the BLs announced for 2024 #that i could track down

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