#thank u for putting up with me...................

[straykidsnerd255]

Omg hiii!!! I’m loving what Saja boys hcs and I loved the pop mart hc u wrote!! (*^▽^*)

What would the saja babes be with an alt/goth gn!s/o? Their demon performance literally sparked this request (0///0)

Oh stop, you are too kind. Thank you so much! And thank you for sending in this request! I hope that you enjoy<3 Had to listen to Your Idol on repeat and don’t regret it. They can have my soul. I’m sure if I wore the goth reader all that well but I hope it's still good! 

Jinu:

Jinu is a sucker for your gothic style. Considering he is a demon, black and deep purple are his colors. 

Seeing you wear those very same colors made both his human side and demon side preen with happiness

Jinu had appeared as his demon one night in your shared apartment and you saw him, in the middle of putting your make-up on. 

You both had a seriously long talk that night

You didn’t understand why he would hide his demon side from you but the fear that filled him when he told you that he believed you would leave him made your heart break. 

You took his hand in yours and pressed it to your chest, just over your heart. 

“You are the only one that makes my heart race like I’m wearing pastel colors and flowers in my hair. Just like when you performed Soda Pop.” You giggled as the tips of his ears turned red.

When you and Jinu went on dates, he wore the pastel colors, you wore the black, a 180 to his demon persona. 

You designed your nails after his actual claws and Jinu could feel his heart racing like he had been running a marathon.

Scratch his head when the both of you are lazing around. Specifically in his demon form because he will purr. 

His demon will practically beg for back scratches when the two of you are lounging in the dorm room watching tv.

His demon form will clasp your hands together and hold them tightly when he feels overwhelmed. 

You show off all your black clothing and make-up on different nights when he is feeling down, hoping that will cheer him up. (It does. He’s a sucker for you.)

Abby Saja:

He is all about the bright colors. He is constantly wearing the bright blues and greens and pinks while you wear only black. You did occasionally wear a dark red whether it be contacts or a belt to hold your pants up. 

You fell for Abby Saja at a concert and when he saw you, he fell harder. Literally, he fell off the stage and landed at your feet, dust slowly settling as he rubbed his head and took your offered hand, worry in your eyes. 

From that moment, he knew he needed you by his side. He asked the security to take you back to their waiting room so he could talk to you and possibly get your name. 

Dating a demon for 3 years is still pretty new to you but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Abby Saja always asks for head rubs when he comes back from a rather long concert or a long tour that has finally ended. 

Even in his demon form, he is gentle when he holds you. He refuses to hurt the person that actually likes his demon and will ask him to show his demon randomly. 

The moment he stepped into the apartment, he saw you sitting on the couch in one of his black t-shirts and black basketball shorts. His demon appeared and he dramatically fell onto your lap. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach as he closed his eyes and breathed in your scent.

“Long day?” You asked, immediately removing the black hat and running your fingers through his hair, occasionally screeching at his scalp. 

He shivered but nodded his head. “The longest day I have ever had. Please don’t make me go back and do it again.” He would whisper but you knew he loved it more than anything.

Mystery Saja:

He loves your goth style. He even asked you if you would be willing to dress him up the same way, his demon getting excited to try it out. 

Mystery had been getting ready for a concert when he saw you putting the make-up on, your eyes trained on the lines you were making on your eyes. 

He stopped, jaw dropped as he watched you. 

“You should apply as our makeup artist. You are talented with that.” He said, walking into the bathroom and stood behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he watched you. 

You giggled and finished the last of the make up before turning around and wrapping your arms around his waist and laying the side of your face against his stomach. 

“Gotta make myself look good for my boyfriend's concert. Where would the fun be if I didn’t show up in the colors that matched your demon side?” You asked, watching as his human form slipped away and his demon form appeared. 

You left an hour after he had left, knowing that was when you would be let into the stadium.

You watched him and his group with a soft smile, your heart pounding as he danced his heart out. 

When he caught sight of you, you smiled and waved watching as his whole face lit up.

The second the concert was over, you made your way to their dressing room but before you could even open the door, Mystery opened the door and pulled you into his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “You were amazing, my love.” You whispered.

Romance Saja:

Even in his demon form, he refused to take your soul. The way you looked dressed in all black, chains falling around your hip and the black makeup around your eyes made him feel fuzzy. 

Romance will flirt with you non stop when you are getting your clothes on and makeup on.

When they were on stage in their demon forms, Romance refused to use his voice to control you. He watched you from the stage as you jumped up and down, ignoring the other fans around you. 

His chest swelled with pride as you danced along to the song. 

When the two of you are out shopping for new clothes to add to your closest, he does his best to learn the gothic style and does his best when it comes to choosing something you want. 

At one point, Romance asked if you would be willing to put the same eye makeup on him and you, in a giddy excitement, immediately sat him on the chair in the bathroom as you got to work.

When you two were getting ready for a date, Romance dressed in more lighter reds and pinks, pulling his hair back into a half bun to keep it out of his face while you pulled on a oversized black t-shirt, slipped into black cargo pants, clipping a few chains on the right side, and pulled on socks and combat boots.

Romance wrapped his arms around your neck as you applied the last of your makeup, his eyes shining when you turned to face him.

He will also sit and paint your nails black while he talks to you about his demon side, giving you all the details and such about it before pink smoke surrounds him and his demon is sitting in front of you. 

You can only stare at him mesmerized as he finishes painting your nails. Yes you have seen the demon before but from a distance. Having him in his demon form in front of you makes your heart thud against your chest like it has never done before. 

You are also taller than Romance, and built a little more than him so Romance has a thing for you standing behind him when fans are talking to him. 

Romance, when he is tired and you don’t have your full outfit on, will lay on your chest and sleep.

Romance will actively show you off in his instagram posts, holding your hand or pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

Baby Saja:

Baby Saja will walk around you, studding the clothing that you decided to wear on your date. 

His hands would graze the chain that sat on your hip, trace over the chain around your neck before taking you hand in his, looking up at you and smiling softly. 

He will never admit it but the way you dress in all dark clothes makes him happy. His demon likes the darker colors. It's easier on his eyes.

When he performed Your Idol, he could see you copying all his moves, mouthing all his words all while staring directly at him. 

You are slightly stronger than him when in human form so he will ask you for piggyback rides, mainly so he can nuzzle into your neck better. 

When he comes home after having to act like a popstar, he just collapses into your chest, while you are laying on the couch, scrolling through your phone. 

His demon appears as he rests his chin against your chest, silently begging for your attention. 

When you finally look at him, he blushes and buries his face in your chest, making you chuckle and wrap your arms around him.

He will insist on doing your makeup when you don’t feel like doing it yourself, carefully do your hair in a half bun leaving half your shoulder length hair down so he can play with it. 

Because of your gothic style, he will beg the rest of the group to let you be their manager, knowing that you have seen their demons and don’t care one bit. 

Your black nails are just long enough that he will ask you to scratch at his head when he is extremely tired and will actually fall asleep against your chest when you do so.

[mikkonori]

ehh... honestly this is great and all when you're in a point where u doubt u deserve any love at all but when u learn to love yourself a bit more, it kinda gets annoying

like yeah, be satisfied people love you behind your back and keep being secretive about it like all there is to love is the little things ✨️🥰

no thank you. I want a love that is LOUD and completely UNASHAMED to be just so. I don't want my mom appreciating the moments of me as a baby, I want to know if she looks at my face and sees me for me, and loves me for who I am, not who I once was.

I want people DEDICATING songs to me and sending each one to me with a message of "heard this and thought about u".

I don't really care about the love of strangers, but I'd love if people were simply more open and direct. I don't want stares, I want people to come up (nicely) and be like "hey I love ur hair, I think you rocked that hairstyle". why admire from afar when u can make someone's day brighter with a compliment?

I want people to love me loudly for once. not keep feeling guilty for feeling a little unloved because people just can't be upfront about it, because "oh, but they do this and this for you so obviously they love u" like ok, and? why do I have to keep reading in between the lines to know whether they love me?

like give me a gift and be like "yeah, I put a lot of effort into choosing something for you because you deserve it, and i didn't want to just give something random. you deserve a well-thought gift" or just admit you didn't know what to choose but that you TRIED. STOP being nonchalant and saying "yeah I picked whatever" NO!!

I want a love great both at the little things and at the big things. great both at bringing me my morning coffee or making me food without a word because they saw how tired I was and wanted to do something for me, and also at the loud "I love you's" across the street, and the cuddling in the couch, and the tearful hugs because they just can't let go, and the words of appreciation, and the flowers every morning, and the letters every birthday, and and and

I don't want a love that happens "behind the scenes", I want a love that SHOWS.

that shoves love directly in my face, completely unapologetic, and goes "shut up and don't complain".

a love that doesn't make me have to guess. not something I need, but just something I want.

I think it's only fair, because I love like that so I know it exists.

[satkru]

Said you wanted geto requests I'll give you geto requests! So hear me out geto in his cult era, but here's the thing he has someone that he takes care of personally! Reader who was gaslit into thinking the outside world is dangerous and geto makes reader cock dumb when he even starts to think about going outside but here's where the super dom geto comes in reader escapes the cult and geto finds out and punishes his little lamb for disobeying him, add whatever kinks you want I'm not picky but i hope this request is okay, have a good day!

*๑♡՞ . controlling/manipulative behavior on getos behalf , brainwashing , emotional abuse , spanking , bullying almost?? , hairpulling , not for the faint of heart , degradation , no remorse when fucking , fucking till u blackout , (light) facefucking , hard degradation , cum/cock drunk , super dom top geto !!!! , usage of "master

p.s. eeee i love this req sm!! cultguru will always have a special place in my heart ,, alsooo i js wanna say this rq but feel free to in my inbox abt anything!! im always open for small chats and honestly it feels weird to actively ask for engagement but yea, my inbox isnt only for reqs!!

"whats outside?" y/n asked, his eyes gazing down into the forest near suguru's temple. geto chuckled, "nothing good my love, just self centered monkeys who would rip you to shreds if they could" although the sleek looking man's tone was full of unseriousness, y/n still took his words to heart, growing more afraid of what was outside the walls of his dearest's walls.

y/n was put under geto's care due to a fatal accident that caused him to suffer from severe amnesia and lose a significant portion of his memories, y/n knew suguru as his "husband" and was aware of his leadership in a big curse organization that he wouldn't elaborate on. but y/n was incredibly thankful for his husband's kindness and respected the orders from him as payback for taking care of him while he carried his disability.

"you shouldnt be thinking about the outside anyways, why go out with nothing when you can stay here with everything at the snap of a finger?" geto slowly untied his hair tie from his usual up-do, gracious and luscious strands of black hair gracefully fell down to his shoulders. y/n nervously looked down at his hands, soft and delicate, almost as if he had never touched anything other than silk and cotton, "youre right, i wont ask again master geto".

suguru hummed, pleased with his sweet lamb's response. "bed time is coming soon, do you know what this means?" geto purred, his eyes smoothly shifted to y/n's, who was holding an almost embarrassed glance in his eyes. "yes master geto..". slowly, y/n unwinded the robe from his waist, gliding it off his shoulders, folding it, and placing it beside him. underneath his robe was nothing, no briefs, no undershirt, no nothing.

y/n scooted down the bed, laying his head on the pillow with his nude body facing upwords at geto. suguru undressed himself, the sight of his toned and muscular body made y/n squirm in his position. geto saw this and chuckled, turning around and crawling towards y/n, his eyes glossed with the desire to be inside his one true love.

geto placed himself right at y/n's entrance, his cock already lubed up with spit from his mouth. y/n's legs were raised above and placed on suguru's shoulders, "are you ready baby?" geto sweetly asked, y/n nodded, his face flushed with a crimson red. slowly, suguru pushed the head of his cock inside y/n's hole, causing the male to gasp and groan in pleasure, taking in every inch of his master's cock.

suguru leaned down and pressed a kiss y/n's lips, "youre gorgeous baby" he whispered, his words were coated in a thick layer of honey, nothing but pure love behind every word he spoke. y/n whimpered, the warm feeling of suguru's breath just above his glossy lips sent shivers down the man's entire body.

geto's pace gradually increased, growing more and more hungry, desiring the feeling of tight walls enclosing his fat cock. "tell me how good im fucking you y/n, tell your master that hes the only one who can ever make you feel this good" suguru ordered, although his voice could be soft at times, he had a more firm tone in his words, wanting y/n to feed his ever-growing ego.

"master geto.. oh god.. youre fucking me so good..! no one can ever make love to me like you do!" y/n's voice grew in volume, signaling his close release. suguru grinned at the scene in front of him, his sweet little lamb slowly falling apart in his hands, truly a sight to behold. geto continued to whisper sweet nothings into y/n's ear, telling him how much he loved his voice and how much he enjoyed fucking his tight hole.

the intensity of suguru's thrusts made y/n shake in pleasure, making him sputter out declarations of his love for geto and how good he always made him felt. y/n couldnt hold back anymore, his mind was resisting any forms of stopping from releasing, causing him to shoot his load on his own chest and abdomen. but suguru couldnt stop just because y/n came before he did, he still had to chase his own release.

slowly, the knot in suguru's stomach gradually loosened, pressure increased heavily in his lower intestines. breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his temple, geto let his desires get to him, causing him to cum deep inside y/n, warm and thick strands left his body and plastered themselves onto y/n's walls.

y/n and suguru stayed in their positions, humid air flowing through their lungs, heavy breathing from both sides. geto smirked at the sight of his gorgeous boy laying down, completely cockdrunk off of him. "you did wonderful my love" suguru spoke, but his words came through one ear of y/n and out the other. the black haired male chuckled at this and plopped himself beside y/n, admiring his side features and how tired he looked.

oh how his love for y/n was so strong, no one could ever convince him to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not never. he was his and his alone, no one could ever take his sweet little lamb away. but his plans of keeping y/n oblivious to the situation he was organizing soon fell through, as y/n overheard suguru's plan of massacring the entirety of the "monkey" population in both shinjuku and kyoto, which came as a shock to him. suguru? a murderer to all non-curse users? it couldnt be. but at the same time, y/n slowly began to realize geto's true nature.

suguru was never kind, nor was he ever a good person. he was nothing but villainous freak who wanted the world to be consumed by sorcerers and their descendants only. y/n had been trapped in an illusion where he was brainwashed into thinking that suguru's words were gospel and should not be questioned by anyone. not even by the man he was loved by, who he was worshipped by.

y/n made his escape plan, taking into account how far the nearest city would be and packed in secret, all under suguru's nose. finally, the night of his release came, due to the height of y/n's room, he couldnt possibly jump out a window or even make any mechanism to shuffle himself down the window. so the next course of action was sneaking out the temple by the halls, of course this wouldnt be as easy as it seemed, as most of the other sorcerers were incredible night owls and were often roaming the halls.

but y/n decided to take his shot, suguru usually slept beside him every night, taking that into account, y/n placed a makeshift version of himself made by his own cursed technique, using this to his advantage, he snuck out the room and roamed the halls, unfamiliar with all the turns and stairs. but he eventually made it to the exit and bursted out running, his mind was hazy, only clouded by thoughts of freedom.

y/n found himself deep within the woods near geto's temple, the nightly noises of wind brushing against the trees filled his senses, but the fear of being found out by geto still lingered in his mind. what if geto wasnt the bad guy? he randomly thought, making him stop in his tracks, was this all really necessary? was running away the best course of action? y/n's mind raced, second guessing himself and what he was thinking.

"y/n" a familiar but still frightening voice called out, the smoothness of it.. the intimacy.. could it possibly be? "suguru?" y/n looked back, but there was nothing, just the darkness of the shadows. y/n became uneasy but continued his way out of suguru's property, only to be stopped by bumping into a hard but plush chest. he yelped as he fell but was caught by someone catching him by his hair, "you thought running away could be an easy escape for you?" geto's deep voice rang, veins popped out of his temple under the moonlight. "g-geto! i—!" y/n cut himself off with a sharp scream as suguru tugged on his hair more. leading him to his infamous manta ray curse who was usually geto's ride.

y/n could sense geto's anger, the scent of pure rage coursed through his senses. but he couldnt find it in himself to find himself in the wrong, his actions were justified by the fear of the true monster his husband truly was. y/n couldnt speak now, as his fear grew more intense as they neared the temple. he was surely going to experience a severe punishment once he arrived to the sanctuary.

the curse parked itself by y/n's room window, letting the two slide off of his fin into the warmly lit chamber. y/n could see suguru's past desperation with the messiness of the large room, the bed was stripped to the bone, the closet wide open and clothes were splattered all over the floor, the bathroom and the closet inside there was also torn apart.

he felt bad due to suddenly being a source of stress for geto, but he couldnt find himself in the wrong, as all he wanted to do was no longer associate with a murderous cult leader. "do you know that this is all your fault?" suguru's voice came out cold and distant, scaring y/n as he was accustomed to hearing his sweet voice, he looked down at his feet and rubbed his hands against each other, not daring to utter a word, which made geto more mad.

"you thought you could leave so easily? you are pathetic y/n. youre incredibly lucky i held myself back from doing worse to you in that forest" geto's tone was laced with an immense amount of venom, his eyes were wide and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. y/n continued to look down, embarrassed to look suguru eye to eye, which left him no other choice than to roughly take y/n's chin into his harsh grasp and forcibly make him look into his eyes.

y/n looked up in terror, fear coursed through his veins as he looked into suguru's hard gaze, there was barely any soft feature to him, his sweet smile and calm demeanor had completely vanished and had instead been replaced by ruthless rage. "you think anyone outside my sanctuary will take in a lowlife whore like you? you dont cook, you dont clean, you are nothing but a worthless cum dump for me and me only" geto spat, baring canines as if he were a rabid dog.

y/n teared up at suguru's harsh words, it wasnt his fault he was completely rendered useless, geto had always told him that all his needs were always going to be met by him and the rest of the members in his temple. but it had seemed that geto had turned on his words all because of one escape plan from him, "i..im sorry master geto, i promise i'll make it up to you, please sir, please just forgive me" y/n sank to his knees, bowing his head at suguru's feet as if he were begging god to give him a second chance at life.

y/n sobbed into the carpeted floor, tears mixed with his snot which then mixed with his drool that seeped out of his mouth, suguru looked down at the groveling man at his feet, a flash of malicious intent glowed in his eyes. "if you want to be forgiven by your master, then you have to serve my trials" his tone was less hard and was instead more firm and serious, y/n lifted his head from the floor and looked at geto, his purple gaze looking through his entire soul.

y/n looked pitiful, his entire face was red and wet from his sobbing liquids, his eye whites were turning a light red. suguru looked at him as if he were a begging puppy, pleading for him to take care of him again. y/n sniffled, "what are they master geto?" he asked somewhat eagerly, geto smirked, "i'll show you" he said as he walked towards the bed, covering the bare mattress with one of the fallen comforters.

he sat down with his legs spread, beckoning y/n to come closer, which he did. suguru wiped his husband's wet face with his sleeve, "look at my poor baby boy with his sad face" he cooed, almost mocking y/n's pathetic situation. he slowly guided him back to his knees in front of him, holding his chin to make him look up at him.

he almost felt powerful in a way, sure he has a lot of followers with his own organization that fall to their knees so easily for him, but when y/n did it, it just felt so much different, almost surreal in a way. "you ready for trial one baby?" geto asked, his purple orbs narrowing down as he watched y/n's face with precise attention. y/n nodded obediently, his eyes pleading for an order from him. suguru chuckled, "alright then, first off, you will service my cock with your mouth."

y/n looked down from his concentrated gaze at geto's eyes, shifting his attention to his straining cock in his briefs. although he had seen suguru's cock so many times, he couldnt help himself but still felt nervous in the presence of the sheer size of his devoter's cock. y/n skillfully pulled down the black boxers of geto, causing the large manhood of his pop out like it was a jack in the box. cloudy white precum pearled at geto's coral colored slit, the light breeze from the open window caused suguru to shiver slightly and make his cock twitch more aggressively.

y/n gently stroked geto's hard and long dick, taking in the feeling of his many pulsing veins that ran along his fat cock. y/n's tongue wrapped around suguru's tip, lapping up the beading precum like it was sap, the taste was like no other, almost like salted butter but with light notes of sweetness. geto shakily groaned, the moistness of y/n's soft tongue made him feel like he was on cloud nine. he placed a hand on top of his husband's head, running his hands through the locks of hair.

"so good" suguru moaned, his grip on the comforter under him tightening as y/n lowered his mouth more towards his base. the tongue of his lover rubbed against the most sensitive of bloodvessels on his fat cock, making geto's grip on the two different surfaces harden more. y/n slurped and gurgled on the saliva he produced, guiding the clear liquid all over the bareness of geto's dick, the warm fluid slipped all around the meaty cock of suguru made y/n shiver in desire, wanting to please his master however he wanted to be pleased.

y/n continued sucking, his mouth was like a suction cup that was stuck onto the thickness of suguru. he couldnt lie, he loved the feeling of geto's tip repeatedly hitting the back of his throat as if he were nothing but a fleshlight with no limits, "youre so good at this" suguru cooed with his smug smirk he always wore during sex, the ego of this man was so tantalizing but in a such hot way.

geto slowly took control on y/n's intake of his cock, easing him up and down his shaft through the means of holding his significantly smaller head in his large hand. breathless moans seeped out of his mouth, his eye twitched and rolled back from the pleasure coming from his slobbered-on cock. y/n made small noises on geto's cock, sending vibrations through the muscle which caused suguru to grow closer to climax.

but he couldnt possibly just cum from getting his dick sucked, so suguru pulled y/n off of him with a quick but sloppy pop from his mouth. "we cant end it there baby, we need to do trial two, remember?" geto reminded y/n, his breath hitching slightly, his face covered in a harsh blush and sweat. y/n hummed obediently, looking up to master geto for his next assignment. "next trial: you'll take me from behind and endure my brutal thrusts" the way suguru placed emphasis on "brutal" made y/n shiver slightly, but he simply thought that it wouldn't be anything unnormal like his regular thrusts during their earlier intimate times, but boy was he wrong.

suguru simply grinned and stood up before y/n, prompting him to stand up as well, the overwhelmingly fierce aura coming from geto simply scared y/n into submission. "okay.. master.." the submissive man nervously got on the bed, shifting himself into a position where his ass was shifted upwards and his head laid uncomfortably horizontal against the flat mattress. suguru hungrily licked his lips, taking in the sight of his precious lamb in full doggy style, he hurriedly slid off the rest of his robe and basically jumped onto the bed, not in a loveful desperation, but in a pure lust-filled want to pound y/n into oblivion.

suguru caressed y/n's soft body, grasping chunks of flesh and admiring them with eagerness of sorts. he placed his large hands on y/n's hips, his thumb rubbing at the end of his tailbone. "youre unspeakably beautiful for someone so utterly pathetic" geto bit his lip, turning his soft pink underlip slightly red. y/n dug his face into the puffy comforter, ashamed to be degraded in such a lowly way by a man he looked up to, but suguru didnt care what y/n thought anymore, he had betrayed him in an unspeakable way and he was going to take his dignity back one way or another.

a bloodcurdling scream ripped out of y/n as he felt the entirety of geto's cock waltz into his hole as if it was a regular monday morning, he felt something warm run down his leg and he could only hope is wasnt what he thought it was. but suguru didnt have time to care about such little things like making sure his partner was okay, he wanted to regain his power, to feel like his normal egotistical self again, to be the man who had a sweet little lamb to take care of. geto huffed as his hips thrusted in and out of y/n, his long hair ghosted the small hairs on the back of the submissive man below him, making the man shiver and cry out. he begged, he pleaded, he screamed, but nothing came from it, it wasnt like he didnt want suguru inside him, it was quite the opposite actually, but the feeling of his raw cock destroying his insides, plus, saliva can only stay wet for so long.

"now my lamb, you will take my words into that pretty little head of yours and you will engrave them into every thought of yours, got it?" y/n could do nothing but writhe and moan as he tried so desperately to hold onto any kind of sustainability, "good, 1st rule: you will never ever be able to leave this room again, i will place a bodyguard by your door to make sure of that, 2nd rule: you will never speak of the outside world again, 3rd rule: you cannot interfere with my work, as its only for me and not for a little whorish cumdump like you" suguru cackled sinisterly, "you will be reduced to being my slut, my personal cum dumpster, you wont even hold the title of being my husband anymore, or maybe you will, i'll think about it" geto's words were wild and impulsive, adrenaline running through his veins as he consistently pounded himself back into y/n like a monster.

"what will you be after this y/n? tell it to me so i can know youre listening" he commanded, "i'll be your—! your personal cumdump master! i cant! sug— master geto! i need to cum!" y/n's sentence was riddled with fumbled words and loud moans, and it made suguru smirk, this is what it felt like to be in control, to personally rewire a man's mind into being nothing but a cum dump for you. oh the feeling of power made geto's skin crawl with excitement, his cock twitched against the tight walls of y/n, making the man squirm around, "cum for me baby, show me that you're made for my cock and mine only" the cooing words of suguru made y/n release without even thinking twice, he couldnt hold a single thought even if he wanted to, it felt like his braincells were being rewired by strands of geto's cum.

y/n came onto the comforter, gasping for air as he did, but geto wasnt done, not by a long shot even. his cock pulsed and twitched but he couldnt get the right shot, so he pulled y/n back up by his hair, "tell me what i am to you boy" he growled, y/n's breath hitched and struggled, "you're everything master geto, youre the air i breathe in, youre the world i see before i close my eyes, youre the sun and moon master geto, youre my god" y/n's words riled up suguru like no one else could, making his thrusts deeper and less understanding, his hips moved sloppier before he finally blew inside his husband, cum seeped out of his fat cock like a river, not stopping even when it overflowed out of y/n's hole.

geto breathed heavily, a mix of humid air and the cold AC wafted into his nose, the smell of sex radiated off the two, sweat dripped from their bodies and the tingling sensation of releasing still lingered on the two of them. y/n could barely move from aside small twitches and slight shivers, suguru watched as he laid there, shaking, holding onto the sliver of consciousness with all his willing might. "I'll shower you tonight, from now on, you are my husband and my whore, you will never speak or act outside of line after this, understood?" y/n let out meek noises, as if he were just a mouse under a hungry cat's paw. geto smiled, happy with the affects his actions.

[docrobinavitch]

been thinking a lot about abbott or robby finding out that gf!reader bought a ✨toy✨ sometime before they were together (maybe a rabbit vibe or something like that??) but it’s in her closet in the box and never has been opened because she was too nervous to use it or something, and then deciding they have to change that

hi hehe this literally made me go fucking insane teehee trying to be so normal about this um anyway this has not been proofread so hope it's not too insane ok love u thank u for the request nonnie u are sooooo big brain jack abbot x f!reader masterlist literally pure filth below the cut idk what to say u guys

“Babe,” Jack called down the hallway, “Have you seen my army sweatpants?”

It was an unseasonably cold day for late June. Rain came in spurts and fits, making soothing sounds against the window panes. They had had a slow Saturday morning, original plans to go the Farmer’s Market cancelled and replaced with coffee in bed and playing round after round of Street Fighter on your Switch (Jack could not accept defeat even when it became clear he would never fucking beat you) until close to noon.

Now you were in the kitchen starting a soup for dinner. He could just barely hear the rhythmic sounds of the knife against the cutting board and one of your playlists playing quietly in the background.

“I may have stolen them,” You called back, “Did you check my closet?”

He chuckled to himself, “No. Why would I check your closet for my clothes?”

“I think I put them on the top shelf!” You called, ignoring his snide comment.

He shook his head, a smirk on his face, as he went to search your closet. You were always stealing his clothes. It was difficult to be annoyed about it though, because he loved seeing you in them.

He spotted them almost immediately, in the corner on the shelf as you said. But as he pulled on them, a box fell down with them.

Jack bent to pick it up— And frowned when he saw what it was. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face. A vibrator. It was a shape he recognized, a rabbit, with a large shaft for penetration and a smaller one for clitoral stimulation. And by the looks of it, it was unopened.

“Hey, did you find—?“ You were still drying your hands on a dish towel when you stopped in the doorway of your closet.

Jack slowly looked up from the box, smirking at you as he did, turning it so you could see the picture on the cover, “What’s this?”

Immediately you were blushing, “Um, I just… I—I bought it when I was single and… and then we started dating and I didn’t…” You swallowed, noting that he seemed endlessly amused by how flustered you were, “I didn’t have need for it. Once we started dating.”

He looked at the box and then back to you, still smiling, “You didn’t even open it?”

You shrugged, “As I said, I didn’t have need for it.”

“But you kept it.”

You opened your mouth— Then closed it. Finally, you shrugged, “I don’t know. I was curious.”

“Well, we should open it then.”

If you were red before, your face became an inferno now as you snatched the box from his hands, “I don’t think that’s necessary,” You began to walk past him into the closet to put it away, but Jack lightly grabbed your arm as you tried to move past him.

“Look, I… I won’t force you, obviously, but… There’s no need to be so shy with me, you know?” He gently took your chin in his fingers and turned your head so you were looking at him, “I think it’s really hot.”

Finally, you managed a small smile, “Yeah?”

He nodded, “Did you finish the soup?”

You blinked at the sudden change of subject, “Uh, yeah. It has to simmer for a few hours.”

“Good,” He looked back down at the box in your hands, “How many orgasms do you think you can take before you’re begging me to stop?”

He watched your throat bob as your breathing hitched, “I guess we’ll find out?” You said, voice high and breathy.

He looked up at you, inhaling slowly as he did, and you watched his hazel eyes dilate with desire in real time.

“Why don’t you strip and get on the bed?” He said softly and pulled the box from your grasp.

You did as you were told, heat already stirring between your legs as you watched Jack get everything ready. Hyper focused as he tears open the box and begins pacing around your bedroom, grabbing a towel, grabbing lube, washing the new vibrator with soap and warm water.

He laid out a towel over the bed sheets and lightly pat it with his hand in silent invitation. Heart pounding, you laid down against the pillows, on top of the towel.

Jack seemed calm on the outside, but inside he was freaking the fuck out, looking at you sprawled naked on that towel, just waiting for him to touch you. Crawling over you, he placed a kiss on your forehead, “You’re okay?” He asked quietly.

Because he felt fucking feral, holding that vibrator in his hand, mind racing thinking of all the ways he could fucking torture you and pull orgasm after orgasm until there were tears streaming down your cheeks. But one word from you and he would put it away and act like he wasn’t phased at all. Delegate it to just a fantasy to have in his mind and never to hold.

But you looked up at him with those big puppy eyes of yours and nodded and he swore he would come apart right there. He kissed you slow and tenderly, knotting a hand in the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling just enough that you gasped. He was addicted to the sounds you made whenever he touched you, the breathy sighs and the moans. Even the sleepy mewls you made still in sleep when he slipped into bed after a long shift.

Now, though, he wanted you a whimpering mess. Still kissing you, he pressed his thumb down on the vibrator, turning it on to its lowest setting.

Pulling away from you just a bit, he lightly pressed the vibrator to one of your nipples and was rewarded with another sigh as the bud pebbled. When he moved the vibrator to your other nipple, he leaned down to suck the other into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. Already, already you were moaning so goddamn obscenely, he could feel his cock heavy and full in his briefs.

“Oh, f-fuck,” You stammered, arching your back. Underneath him, he felt your hips keen up, searching for pressure and friction wherever you could find it, “Jack, please.”

He laughed, “Sweetheart, it’s been like, thirty seconds.” He murmured into your neck, kissing and biting as he let the vibrator continue to assault your nipples, “You’re already that needy for me?”

Reaching a hand between your thighs, he was pleasantly surprised to find you absolutely dripping, “Jesus fucking Christ,” He swore under his breath, allowing his finger to sink into you once, twice— and then he pulled it out completely, ignoring the desperate sounds of your whines as he sucked your juices clean off his finger. He made sure you were looking at him as he did so, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were positively pouting, lower lip pushed out as you continued to try and push your hips up and into him, but he pulled away again. “Alright, alright. Let’s see how you take it, then.”

Still on the lowest setting, he slowly dragged the vibrator up your inner thigh. He wanted you to get a feel for what it felt like, not wanting to overstimulate you too quickly. His eyes were locked on your face every second, still searching to make sure you still wanted this.

Your lust laden eyelids were drooping, but still locked on his. He watched the erratic rise and fall of your chest as he came closer and closer to your center. When the vibrator reached your outer lips, he spent some time circling them and could already see tears accumulating at the corners of your eyes. A pool of your juices had already begun collecting on the towel below you.

As soon as it caught his eye, his cock twitched. There was a dampness pooling in his own pants, but he could wait. There was something about the fact that you were so fucking undone with how little he and the vibrator had touched you that made him feel clinically crazy.

And he knew he wanted the vibrator to do the job, that’s why they were here, but he couldn’t just fucking watch you drip like this and do nothing about it. He needed to fucking taste you or he would lose his goddamn mind.

His tongue was deep inside you so quickly you cried out, a hand blindly reaching to knot itself in his salt and pepper curls. With the free hand that wasn’t wrapped around your thigh, he pressed the vibrator to your clit, and immediately, you’re coming. The vibrator was so much more stimulation than you were used to, that tears are already streaming down your cheeks as you come down.

Jack sat up, chin slick and shiny from you and reached a thumb to swipe away some of the tears on your cheek, “You wanna keep going?” He asked.

You nod, breathless, “Yes.”

He smirked as he grabbed the bottle of lube. He wasn’t sure that you’d need it, given how fucking soaked you were now with both his saliva and your own come, but just in case, he coated the shaft of the vibrator. It was not as thick or as long as he was, so he imagined you would take it just fine. But even the thought of hurting you unintentionally made him want to tear the world apart. So he’d stretch you slowly, watch you carefully for any discomfort.

When he met you, you had a hard time saying no. Not just to him, to anyone. He had tried to build your confidence, assure you that there was nothing you could say or do that would make him love you any less. And that anyone who couldn’t respect a boundary didn’t deserve your love and respect anyway. It was working, slowly, he thought. But there were still times you faltered when he could tell you wanted to say no. He had become an expert on it, the way your lips twisted to the side, or you avoided eye contact, or frowned just slightly when you said “yes,” but were really thinking “no.”

And so he watched you now as he lined the vibrator up with your entrance and added slow, constant pressure.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He cooed and you whined at the praise, “Tell me what you want, use your words.”

You rutted your hips up, “Please, Jack, more. Need more.”

Your cheeks were still damp from your last orgasm and your forehead slicked with sweat. You were so fucking gorgeous, he thought he might have a stroke just looking at you. And it would be worth it. He pushed the vibrator in, more and more until you were full and eyes rolling back into your head with pleasure. After he had thrusted it in and out a couple of times, he turned the vibrator up to a higher setting and you immediately burst out in sobs.

Jack stilled for a moment, “Should I stop?” He asked, almost panicked, his hand began to pull out—

But your hand grabbed his wrist, pulled it back flush against you as your hips began grinding against it again, “P-Please.” You begged again, a fucking pathetic mess.

He swallowed, hard, and kept thrusting the vibrator in and out of you.

“Jack,” You moaned after a few moments of this, “Jack, baby, want you to touch yourself. Could you do that for me?”

Jesus fucking Christ. He was going to die here. You were going to fucking kill him, he was sure of it. Nodding silently, to stunned to say anything else, he pulled his full cock out of his briefs, hissing as he stroked it once in time with the way he thrust the rabbit in and out of you. He ran a thumb over the pre cum that dripped out of his slit, slicking it over his head and couldn’t stifle the moan that came out.

“Oh, that’s so good,” You moaned, “So hot, Jack, keep going. Want you to come with me, please, could you?”

He’d never seen you like this. The toy had seemed to unlock something in you. Normally so obedient and looking to be told what to do in bed. But now, now you seemed confident enough to ask what you wanted. Tell him what to do to get you off. And it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his fucking life. He would do whatever the fuck you wanted, if you asked for it like this. So sweet and gorgeous as you were on the edge of coming undone again.

He turned the second, smaller shaft on and pressed it to your clit as he sped up the thrusts of both the vibrator and the hand that fisted his cock. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand on his cock, tongue darting out to wet your lips, pure desire lighting up your whole face as you stared at him jerking off in front of you. And it was too fucking much, watching you watch him like that, getting off on him touching himself.

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned and hot white ropes of come were shooting out onto your pussy, covering his hand that was still managing to keep thrusting the vibrator in and out of you. You came only seconds later, still crying and legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to come down.

Both of you breathing hard, he gently pulled the toy out of you and wiped it against the towel that was under you. He laid down next to you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he did so.

You rested your sweaty head against his shoulder and the both of you sat in silence for a few moments.

Then, you turned your head slightly to look at him, “Again?” You asked, unable to hide the eagerness in your voice.

He laughed then, short and loud, “Fuck me,” He groaned, but sat up anyway, “Again.” He agreed.

You were definitely going to fucking kill him.

[4kozy]

sing a song about me

megan. ( after dark )

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pairing | megan x fem!reader

tw | implied smut, minor language, slight nsfw, idk what else can i add.. men dni, mdni!!

genre + wc | fluff + 903

syn | late nights with your girlfriend, megan skiendiel.

an | can u tell i came up with this last night honeypots?

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You don’t even notice it.

You don’t notice it with the soft glow in the corner of the room, a small plug-in lamp being the only true form of lighting active right now.

It being Megan: topless in your doorway with a pair of purple basketball shorts on that definitely seen better days, holding a glass of water with a lovestruck look in her eyes.

You’re on the bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone, humming along with a song that came up on your page, face glowing from the light of the screen and the thin layer of sweat on your body; the bedsheets are scrunched up underneath you, duvet halfway off the bed, hanging for dear life.

But Megan stares at you like you’re a piece of renaissance art, studying you wordlessly, as if she’d never seen you before.

You’re beautiful.

With the marks on body, with hair sticking to your face, with the glassy look in your eyes–all evidence that she was there.

Megan had been inside you, beside you, on top of you, and now she’s left her imprint on you. And nothing felt better than the idea that tomorrow–well, more like later today, people would know that.

People would know that Megan Skiendiel was there.

That she’s the only one you trust with your body.

Her chest explodes with pride. Never in a million years would she expect to get so lucky with somebody like you.

“Baby, I got you some water,” she finally speaks, drawing your attention to her. There’s a sense of awe in her voice as she walks over to you, sliding into the bed with a small thump.

You press a kiss to her jaw, hand grazing hers as you take the glass. “Thanks, Megs. Always so sweet.”

Megan burns. She burns, hot and flustered, stumbling over her words, staring straight ahead. “Uh… You’re welcome.”

You snicker, putting your phone down and bringing your body closer to her, causing her to freeze up with all the grace of a child playing twister. You’re nestled into her side, head on her shoulder, legs resting on top hers; it’s like you were meant to be there all along, bodies fitting not like puzzle pieces, but like clay molded around each other, mixing together where you meet in the middle.

Her jaw clenches, chest tightening up before she panics, stammering like an idiot, ”Hey, wait! You’re still–“

“I see you on stage, Megan,” you roll your eyes in feigned exasperation. “Are you always gonna act awkward like this after we have sex or…?” your voice, once taking on a playfully teasing tone now trails off into laughter.

Megan whips her head down towards you, embarrassment and some other feeling making themselves known on her features.

A beat passes before she speaks again.

“You’re warm,” she murmurs. It’s so quiet that you think it’s a thought that unintentionally found itself outside her head. She glances at you, lovesick look in her eyes, and then double-takes, flustered. “And you’re naked! Get off me..!”

You laugh loudly, scooting just the smallest bit, moving to rest your head against your headboard. “Yeah, I’m naked silly,” you grin, pausing to take a sip. “Remember, Meimei? You’re the one that got me naked… Talking about, ‘oh you got me all hot and bothered, and you need to take responsibility...’ That was you!”

Megan chokes on nothing, face becoming even redder, if that was possible. “Don’t remind me of what I said?!” she hisses, lightly knocking your skulls together.

You lean over to put your cup on the nightstand, movements slow and deliberate, knowing that your girlfriend’s eyes were always on you, regardless of the situation. Megan swallows thickly, eyebrows furrowing with slight irritation and a glint of desire in her eyes.

She just couldn’t stop herself from wanting you all the time, even when you were being annoying on purpose.

“Oh no, Mei. I’m not reminding of what you said. I’m simply… throwing old words in the air,” you say, stretching obnoxiously before crawling over to her.

Megan gapes at you, still staring like a deer caught in headlights. “You’re an asshole,” she pouts. Soft whines of discontent exit her lips at your teasing.

“And you,” you say, pausing your statement with a swing of your leg over her lap, now straddling her. “You’re a dork. My dork.”

She goes quiet, lost in thought for a minute. Her hands find purchase on your waist, her grip so tight that you’re sure marks will form. “Mean it?” she whispers, heart skipping.

“‘Course I do,” you breathe.

The tension is palpable, air changing between you into something so much more passionate.

But never intense-only familiar.

Unspoken words fill the space; not that they were uncomfortable, but the eye contact between you two was enough. You knew Megan now.

Unlike before with the slightly awkward pre-sex conversation, or fumbled fingers, or surprise when learning something new about each other, Megan knew your body like she could draw a map of it from memory, and in vice versa. She knew you.

It was so refreshing–an attentive partner who tried her best to understand you so well that speaking was just unnecessary. All it took was a glance. On stage, on flights, at home. All it took was a lock of eyes.

And the glance now–the stare bouncing back and forth between you was saying the same thing: I want you.

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[kenzielovesuyou]

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠★

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pairing: mafialeader!paige X beautypageantqueen!reader!

warnings!: kidnapping, , strict parents, abusive parents, crying, manipulation, passing out, throwing up!<333

no grammar checked!

note: I promise next chapter will be out either by Friday or on Friday, but the next chapter is gonna be really really intense!

it started when I was 5. everyone in my family noticed how pretty and cute I was so my parents signed me up for beauty pageants, and I loved the pretty dresses and accessories it was like my favorite thing, I won titles left and right just for wearing pretty dresses and lightish makeup and curling my long hair the only thing about this whole thing was my parents they always made sure I won and when I didn’t, it was absolute hell..

Driving back from previous competition

“You did great honey! I’m so proud of you!” My mom beams “thanks mom!” I say happily “but you only won by one half of a point… you know better than that” my dad says “I mean I still won..” I say quietly “yes we know but it should be by 5 points like usual..” my mom says “so we need to fix you before you go compete for Miss Dallas” my mom says, I groan because the stuff they put me through is quite literally torture like I’m not exaggerating, It’s actually torture…

a At home

“You know the drill” my dad says holding out his hand, I give him my phone and iPad and sit on the couch, waiting for it to start, then my mom comes “ i’m sorry, honey. This hurts me more than hurts. You” but that she cuts my hand with a blade, I hiss in pain but doesn’t say anything for the past five minutes, my mom has been cutting both of my hands and my ankles “ and you know I do this because I love you right? my mother used to always tell me beauty is pain…” after cutting my hand and ankles she slips in a paper trophy “my mother always said to have beauty and something that you love inside of you” my mom says to me after that, I went into the room of shame inside it had nothing but a bag and my dad’s waiting for me he greeted me with a slap, and after that, he just yelled at me for about an hour straight how I should always be number one and I should be like my mother always winning.. then after that, he shut the door and locked it with the two locks on the outside and honestly, I used to just stare at the wall but now I just bought my eyes out until I can’t cry tears anymore every day for two weeks (except the day of pageants) I was locked in that room and weighed every day and only ate once a week and sometimes my dad would come in the room and hit me for no reason but one particular day was very very bad for me

As I was crawled up in the bed, I really needed to throw, so I got up and started banging on the door, asking for someone to let me out and let me use the bathroom soon my mom heard me and opened the door and just moved out the way, I ran to the bathroom and threw up immediately after I just walked past my parents and suddenly I hit my head hard on the wind floor, and I blacked out..

I woke up back in the bed and there’s note on the floor with two keys (the key to get out the room and to get out the house and lock the door) “ we figured you need some fresh air so you can take walk tonight - mommy and daddy!” I immediately took the keys and unlock the door and then ran to my room I threw on a white spaghetti strap and black bell bottom leggings and simple uggs (but if you don’t wanna wear this, you can imagine yourself wearing something else!) and I walked through the front door and lock the door behind me and just started walking. I inhale the fresh air and started admiring the city. About 10 minutes into my walk I see a black tented van, I have to admit it was a very nice car, but I didn’t mind it and just kept walking until I realized it was following me I started to walk faster until the van suddenly stopped. I started to feel more relaxed, thinking I was just overthinking it until I feel a cloth wrapped over my mouth “ don’t fight it” then I blacked out

I woke up and tried to move but I was hand cuffed and my ankles were tied together then I tried to scream, and I realized my mouth was taped, honestly there wasn’t really anything that I could do so I just accepted my fate and sat there until I actually got bored and started to try to scream eventually, I just started crying because I didn’t know what to do and I got scared then I heard a voice from behind me “ oh you’re awake” it sounded like a female, but I didn’t know for sure until she came in front of me at me “aww look at you.. so sweet and vulnerable..” she says as she gently rips the tape off my mouth “ w-who are you a-and what do you want from m-me?” I gasp “I think your really beautiful and now your my little princess” she says as she’s untying my ankles and unlocking the handcuffs then carrying me to a room “ this is your room. I figured you liked pink because how girly you look” she looks at me up and down and licks her lips “and later we’re gonna go shopping then-“ I started to feel dizzy, and I couldn’t really process what he was saying then my eyes wandered around the room “hey look at me when I’m talking” she’s says as she grabs my chin, I nod slowly, then I felt my head fall forward then I blacked out.

note: I honestly wanted to write more of this, but you guys were waiting so yeah😭

[bitteriekitten]

yeehaw. (1/2)

synopsis — save a horse, ride a cowboy or whatever it is that they're saying out there in the wild west. OR the l&ds boys as cowboys. (1/2)

contents — fem!reader, fluff, terrible attempts at writing crack ??????, weak attempts at banter el oh el, reader has a dad who runs a ranch and she works at the ranch alongside the l&ds boys, vague descriptions of ranch life (all source material i have for the ranch lifestyle are all from the cowboy romances i've read. sry), farmhand!xavier, livestock veterinarian!zayne, (brief descriptions of) riding instructor!rafayel, sweaty stinky and shirtless l&ds cowboys, swearing, suggestive content and language, and probably so many more that i've overlooked. lmk if i missed anything !!!

featuring — xavier, zayne, & rafayel (separate fics)

notes — if infold comes out with a cowboy AU multibanner best believe i'm spending half of my life savings just to get all of them 😍 but fr, this was rly fun to make!! i've been referring to the cowboy romances that i read during my hiatus to write this, so i apologize if this isn't an exact replica of the cowboy lifestyle. u can catch sylus and caleb in part 2 <3 i had to separate them bc their AUs are different from what i cooked up for xav zayne and raf (hint: they're bull-riders eheheheh). feedback is most appreciated and if u have any more requests (or jus want to scream abt l&ds with me), you can drop them down in my ask box - no matter how unhinged or wholeseome they may be <3

check out my other stuff here ❤️‍🔥

you stumbled out of your room yawning, startled awake by multiple loud crashes down at the ranch, which was conveniently right outside your window. laughter sounded outside, followed right after by something being dropped and some colorful swearing. you vaguely remembered snoring through your father telling you that he had hired some extra hands, three or so men he’d met at a bar in town. so you couldn’t really be mad at them for being rowdy so early in the morning – they were cowboys. plus it was so early in the morning, you didn't have the energy yet to be pissed. “looks like the princess is finally awake.” your father called from the dining table. he quickly poured orange juice in an empty glass for you. “i don’t wanna hear anything about how fuckin’ loud they are down at the ranch. you should’ve been used to waking up early by now anyway.” “i wasn’t going to.” you said with an eye roll, but thanked him for the orange juice anyway. you then stepped outside, haphazardly putting on shoes to go around the back to see what the new help were doing.

Xavier stuck out like a sore thumb at the ranch, with his light hair and youthful face, but he was definitely still a sight for sore eyes out on the field. when he wasn't handling the livestock, he was moving around bales of hay and other heavy equipment, his biceps bulging and his jaw tense from the effort.

you'd spot him out on the field wearing nothing but grimy jeans, a white hat, a pair of boots, and a pair of leather gloves as he moved a new shipment of hay. it was why you were grateful for a window by your bed; you had full free access to ogle at anything and everything he did out there.

but it was also why you hated it. xavier somehow knew when you'd be watching him, like it was instinctual for him (or you were just staring too much that it bordered on creepiness). he'd catch your eye through the window just as he hauled another bale into the back of his truck, and smile when you'd quickly turn away in embarrassment.

he was a hit with the kids and the chickens, handling them their milk and feed in record time and effectively shutting them up for the next five hours. the horses were a different story with xavier, though. you often had to help him out with them, as they sometimes get a bit picky on who gets to feed and generally care for them.

you couldn't help but find it hilarious that both xavier and the horses flinch whenever they see and come into any kind of contact with each other. he's had a few extremely close calls with their back legs, but they eventually managed to warm up enough for xavier to finally begin sensitivity training for them.

speaking of sensitivity training, you were surprised to spot him outside your home about to knock on your door.

"xavier?" you called, opening the door for him before he could rap his fist on the wood.

"hey, y/n." xavier greeted you as he placed his hand over at the top of your doorframe, leaning over you with his entire height. you gulped at how he was basically towering over you, his shadow covering most of your figure.

"do you think i can borrow your dresses for the horses?" he asked, in the same tone he would use when he would ask for a basket of eggs.

you blanched, taken aback from his request as your flustered state immediately broke. "um. i don't think my dresses will fit the horses." you replied with an eyebrow raised.

"no, it's for me." xavier quickly reassured you, pointing to himself, but it did little to actually reassure you. "i'm starting to do sensitivity training on the new horses we're fostering, and i forgot to bring my usual stuff from my apartment." he said.

you scoffed at his ridiculousness, and how serious he was taking his ridiculousness. "uh... i don't think my dresses will fit you either." you replied, this time with a chuckle you couldn't hold back. your eyes flitted over his figure subconsciously, and he caught you in the act with a smirk.

"how would you know that, y/n?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, his hat tilting along with the movement.

your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you turned away from him, avoiding his eyes that were suddenly very interested in you. "what color did you want that dress, xavier?" you asked instead, walking to your bedroom with him following behind with a chuckle.

xavier in a bright yellow dress over his jeans that barely zipped up his back still managed to look good. he also decided to ditch his hat for one of your ribbon headbands, and also snatched up your father's old new year's glasses from 2006. you held back a laugh behind the palm of your hand as you watched him, wanting to keep it professional for his sake at least.

armed with a folding umbrella, xavier stood by one of the brown horses, who refused to make eye contact with him. he quickly tightened his grip around the rope holding the horse, then clicked open the umbrella, to which the horse flinched back and pulling xavier with him.

you couldn't hold back your laugh when xavier stumbled at the force of the horse's movements. he looked back at you with a grin of his own.

"enjoying yourself, y/n?" he asked.

"very much so," you replied, still laughing.

it continued on for several hours, with xavier getting up to anything just to startle the poor horse. there truly was no wrong way to go about desensitizing a horse - dropping things accidentally and mixing up words managed to work anyway.

by the end of the session, the horse still flinched at the slightest of sudden sounds and movement, but it was less violent now - that's a win in xavier's book. you retired back to your front porch with a book and a pitcher of iced tea after xavier's antics got boring by the 30-minute mark.

you snorted when the cowboy walked up your porch still in your dress and other accessories in hand. he had his hat on this time instead of your headband, which contrasted greatly against the yellow dress he still had on. the dress had dirt on the edges of the skirt and mud splatters over the torso, which also splattered over the side of his neck.

it was infuriating how he still managed to look so fucking good.

"you're doing the laundry for that one." you told him instead, laughing loudly as he approached you. he took your half-empty glass of iced tea and drank all of it in one go.

"i think i managed to zip this thing up completely after i crawled in between shane's legs." xavier said as he poured himself another glass.

you snorted, "why'd you give the horse a human name?"

xavier shrugged, "he looked like a shane."

you laughed again, and xavier smiled to himself as he finished drinking up his second glass of iced tea. he set down the glass back on its coaster and turned his back to you, "can you unzip me? i cant reach the zipper now that it's zipped all the way up."

you laughed as your hands reach up to undo the zipper. it only zipped up to his lower back, right below where his hard chest couldn't be squeezed into the fabric. but miraculously it managed to zip all the way up.

"never thought i'd be the one unzipping my dress from another person." you joked. xavier turned his head to you with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his lips upturned into a smirk.

"oh? did you want me to unzip your dress for you, then?" he teased as the zipper finally opened up enough for him to take his arms out of the dress's sleeves.

"i- xavier!" you exclaimed, face slowly heating up again like he did earlier in the day.

you stared at his glistening back as he stepped out of the dress through the skirt. xavier turned to face you this time, folding your dress neatly into one hand. his head tilted to the side and a deceivingly innocent smile appeared on his face as he held out his hand for you to take.

"come on. show me where you do your laundry." he said, back to his innocent antics like he didn't just give you a heart attack.

Zayne looked like he should be the last person working at a ranch. he showed up like he stumbled upon the wrong place at the wrong time, his eyes unsure and uneasy.

but then your father quickly steered him to the heavily pregnant goat inside the barn, whose leg was sprained after it got knocked over during the night. zayne quickly got to work to bandaging up the poor mom, managing to get its leg healed and working in no time.

you often just stood by the veterinarian in astonishment, just watching zayne work his magic onto the other livestock. he was probably the only rancher you've seen who never gets plucked at by the chickens, or be head-butted by the goats, or have the horses flinch away from his touch. you've had your fair share of veterinarians at the ranch, but they were never as young and efficient (and honestly, handsome) as he was.

when he wasn't out checking up on the livestock, zayne was moving around bales of hay and heavy equipment. you didn't know why you were surprised that a man as handsome and capable as zayne had a toned body of his own - walking around the ranch with just a oil-stained wife-beater, muddy jeans, and a pair of worn down boots.

zayne was quiet, kept to himself most of the time, and did his job quickly and orderly. he was practically every rancher's wet dream in terms of being responsible. you had to give it to him for being passionate about his work; it was clear as day that your father loved having him out at the field.

safe to say, you had grown a little fond of the stoic doctor, despite his apparent disinterest in you. he only ever spared you hums and nods of acknowledgement whenever you'd assist him, and preferred to reply to you in monosyllabic sentences.

it was hilarious to think that this was literally all you had to gain your silly crush on him - just assisting him whenever he needed it and being at arm's length from him.

still, it was enough for you to have your cheeks flushing whenever you saw him, or stand beside him as he worked. because at least you had something to look forward to when waking up for another grueling day at the field. you've long accepted that he will never realistically be interested in you at all, and that everything between the two of you was to be kept strictly professional.

but if you were being honest with yourself, a tiny bit of hope was still clinging onto the tendrils of your heart - that maybe, maybe he feels the same way as you do.

it was the little things he did; it might as well be a figment of your imagination with how seldom it happens. but you know that his eyes following you from across the barn means something, or that the way his hand guides you out of the way from a fussy horse isn't just a thing he does all the time. you know, deep down in your heart, there's something there.

however, each time it happens, as you lay down on your bed every night, staring up at your ceiling in the dark, you remind yourself once more - everything between the two of you was to be kept strictly professional.

but it was on a friday evening that you and zayne were alone out on the field. the little bonfire he made crackled and popped, mixing in with the sounds of the quiet night at the countryside. you walked out of the house with candied fruits and iced tea, a small reward for the hard work done for the day. zayne accepted the fruit enthusiastically - he seemed to have a sweet tooth.

"any plans for the weekend, dr. zayne?" you asked. zayne shook his head and sipped on his iced tea.

"no - i'd rather be here." he replied.

"ah..." you nodded, a little embarrassed at how quickly he shot down your attempt in small talk. "...well, me too. the bar down town's a little grungy, anyway." you said, a feeble crack at filling up the silence between the both of you.

zayne hummed and nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "i'd rather be here with you."

the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you tried to process his words, his voice, his everything. you turned to him, unsure of what to say - what to do, "wh- what?"

zayne, to your horror, looked completely serious. what a bad time to remember that he rarely ever joked around, especially with you. "i like your company, y/n." he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "i'd rather stay here in the quiet with you after a long day of work than to go anywhere else for the weekend."

your heartbeat quickening, you tried to think of something to say, something smart or witty to reply to his sudden confession. but you were helplessly blanking out. "o-oh. um... i wasn't expecting you to say that."

zayne cocked his head to the side, still keeping his gaze on you. "what did you expect me to say, y/n?"

you shrug with a singular shoulder, squirming helplessly underneath his gaze. "i dunno - that you're busy. or have to work overnight." literally anything else that doesn't make me hope that i have a chance for you.

"i managed to finish the day's work in record time, and i don't like working outside my work hours." zayne replied matter-of-factly, adjusting the watch on his wrist. "and that's because of your help. you help me maintain my work that i don't see the need to work overtime. at this rate, you must be sick of seeing me."

"what? no, i don't." you replied in shock.

"really?" zayne asked, his lips forming a wide smile this time. "you're by my side almost 24/7 down at the ranch at work. wouldn't you be appalled that i still want to spend my time with you after work?"

you scoffed in disbelief, frazzled by his sudden confessions coming at you from all sides. you avoid his eyes, still intently staring at you, burning holes into your skin at this point. "i'm more surprised that you want to see me all the time." you said softly.

"why, do you want to see me all the time?"

you hadn't noticed that zayne had moved to sit right beside you. you flinched at the warm shoulder that bumped against yours, rendering you breathless as you faced him, your eyes finally meeting his.

no words were exchanged. you hoped your your hammering heartbeat was enough of an answer for him. no words were actually exchanged, as you were too busy leaning in to kiss him while the bonfire slowly burned out into the starry night.

Rafayel liked to show up at the ranch early in the morning. while you were still busy catching up on sleep, he's already working on a few stuff around the barn. you were often not-so-rudely woken up by some drilling and hammering down at the ranch, and more often than not it was because rafayel saw something wrong with the equipment and thought that it needed some quick fixing.

it quickly became part of your routine to cuss him out through your window.

"can't you keep that shit down?! it's ass crack o'clock!" you yelled with your eyes still struggling to open all the way. rafayel paused from hammering at the fence he just fixed and turned to you with one eye closed and a delighted grin.

"sorry that i'm trying to fix the squeaking fence you were complaining about the other day, cutie!" he replied sarcastically, then proceeded to ignore your demands to continue hammering on the wood.

it went on like that as he got around the ranch. you'd complain about how loud he was being, and he'd have a witty quip for you already locked and loaded. you did your best to have as little interaction with him at the ranch as possible, but with how often your tasks coincided with his, it was almost impossible not to run into him.

he always had that exasperating, devastatingly handsome smile on his face whenever you cross paths at the ranch. with your eyes downcast, you always tried to pretend you hadn't even noticed him, doing something on your phone or checking if you'd stepped on something as he passed by you. you'd let out a sigh of relief as he just leaves without saying anything else to you, but you don't miss the cheeky laugh that trails after you.

"honestly cutie, you're like, my favorite co-worker." rafayel declared after hauling the trash out on the back. you scoffed at his words, appalled that he'd even say that out loud. "i'm the only lunatic who's crazy enough to work the same shifts as you." you replied.

"exactly. great minds think alike, no?" rafayel winked at you, lurching your heart to your throat in surprise.

"you're a dumbass."

your father quickly got rafayel to do horseback riding lessons for visitors and tourists at the ranch - he was young and had a boyish charm to him that hollywood liked to give cowboys in their movies. children loved the friendly cowboy with the winning smile, who has a steady hand over their backs and another on the horse's reins.

but he was especially a hit with the women, who bat their eyelashes at the cowboy and squirm in delight when he tells them to hold onto the reins tighter with a firm voice. either rafayel was clueless to their blatant flirting, or he just didn't care. the amount of filth these women had spewing out their mouths was honestly laughable.

and you don't blame them at all. rafayel was indeed gorgeous, despite how infuriating he was to talk to most of the time. but you don't go around telling that kind of information to anybody else; he'd have a field day if he finds out that his "favorite co-worker" thought he had pretty eyes and soft hair that she'd like to touch.

nothing ever really comes out of the flirting, though. unlike the average cowboy, rafayel didn't care much about attracting the most amount of admirers. he's always hard at work, like he's got something to prove. he fixes leaking pipes, screws and unscrews things, and can paint murals on the back of barns like nothing. he has his eyes set on something else, it seemed.

"cutie! wait up!"

just as you were about to climb up into your truck, rafayel caught up with you. he was sweating all over, his clothes stained with oil and mud, and a part of his cheek covered in streaks of mud. he furiously wiped away the dirt on his face with a damp towel as he approached you. despite all the grime that covered him, he still managed to smell like expensive perfume.

"you stink, rafayel." you said despite that, moving away from him. rafayel gave you a little shrug and swept a hand through his hair, slicking it back with his sweat.

"some twin boys almost fell off a horse. somebody had to hold them away from the mud." he replied. he pointed to your truck with his thumb, grinning widely. "can i drive us to dinner?"

you raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious of his motives, to which he pouted and pulled out his ridiculous puppy-dog face at you. "please, y/n? i want that steak you told me to get last time i went with your dad." he pleaded.

"you want to go get steak without your boss?" you asked with a humorless laugh, turning away from him to open the door the driver's seat. "you asking me out on a date, rafayel?"

"duh." rafayel said, leaning on your truck with one arm against the side. he held out on hand and began listing down things with his fingers, "i'll pay for our meal, i'll be the best gentleman, and i'll take you home back home before 10. promise!"

you blanched at his insistence - you were truly only joking with him about the date, but whatever he's offering sounded really good. this was one of the many times he's tried to take you out somewhere, and you've only ever brushed him off every time he did so.

you glanced at rafayel's face, whose smile grew wider the more the silence stretched on. he leaned in closer, giving you a closer look at his handsome smile. you felt your resolve slowly crack away; you truly couldn't stand this cowboy...

"if you stop touching my radio, we'll get steak." you deadpanned.

"i'll skip only one song, cutie. just one, then i'll never judge your music taste again." rafayel bargained with his hands clasping together. you rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness, then tilted your head to your truck, signaling him to get in.

rafayel cheered as he quickly climbed up the driver's seat. you walked around to get to the front seat, shivering at the cold air gusting from the air-conditioning. rafayel slumped back into his seat, relieved to be away from the heat of the afternoon sun.

"your truck's soooo nice, y/n." he groaned in satisfaction, "you've got functioning air-conditioning, soft cushions, little to no scratches on the truck. you're a wonderful driver."

you snorted as you grabbed your box of CDs, looking through your selection. "if you actually know how to take care of your truck, you wouldn't be complimenting it like this." you said.

"but how else am i going to have a chance to be this close to you, cutie?" rafayel teased, sitting up straight this time and turning the truck on. dumbstruck at his response, you turned to him with your mouth agape. "are you dumb?" you asked.

rafayel shook his head. "nope, just think you're pretty."

you choked on a gasp. "rafayel!"

he laughed out loud as he put the truck in drive. "what?" he asked, pretending to look innocent.

you scoffed, "you're ridiculous."

"you like it."

you didn't respond, afraid that you'll say that you do.

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[radiohao]

yushi swears he has an “obvious” crush on you, but you're in major denial

pairings: tokuno yushi x f!reader

genre: fluff, crack, uni!au, soccerplayer!yushi, bulletpoint fic, oblivious!yn, ft. ive rei, sion, riku, friends-to-lovers

warnings: REDO OF THIS FIC, mentions of reader getting sick, one joke abt kidnapping, a mention of a broken wrist but it's not in detail, mentions of getting drunk, not proofread

wc: 2.7k

—

lately, you've been developing an unHEALTHY obsession with the new transfer student, tokuno yushi

he's in your econ class and came in from japan last semester

you still remember him walking in with a gray sweater, dark washed jeans, and soft, tousled raven black hair

and of course you remember you two locking eyes

u swore you were hearing wedding bells imMEdiately

you looked away so fast your neck probably cracked a little

thank god you sat in the back of the room because then you can just stare at this god-given sPECimen every day for an hour

well... nOw he sits right next to you...

it was... an interesting story, to say the least

— flashback —

you're barely awake and class only begun five minutes ago

wHY did you let rei convince you to play roblox obbies with her at 3AM?? half the world is ASLEEP at that time

and now you're suffering the consequences because your eyelids feel like they weigh 10 pounds

you got an americano since you assumed it'd wake you up, but it's so bitter you can't take another sip without scrunching your face in disgust

u should've gotten a frappe instead

your professor clears her voice before speaking

"good morning everyone! with the new semester starting, i thought it'd be nice if we all compress so it's easier to hear. as you may know, i recently got a surgery done in my throat, therefore i can't speak at loud volumes as it strains it-"

you roll your eyes and softly groan at the announcement

oh lord PLEASE you do not want to be sat with some gUy-

"y/n, may you please sit up here at the front next to yushi? thank you."

wHAT??? oh nonono well now u regret ever thinking that because yushi is not just some GUY!!

you mumble curses as you grab your things and make your way to where yushi is sitting

when you get there, his bag is on the seat next to him, which u assUME is your seat

he looks at you just standing there stupidly and his eyes widen before he takes his bag

"oh, sorry." you wave him off and sit next to him

your professor moves some more people to the front before starting her lecture

ykw this is perfect!! you're in the front so u hear her better and won't... fall.... asleeeeeppp.......

your eyes are drooping and your head jerks forward

crap nO not now

you need to take a sip out of your americano- ZZZzZzZzZzZz

—

so you blacked out.

goddAMNIT

you're woken up when someone lightly squeezes your shoulder

"wake up y/n, lecture is over."

"augpghgnm five more minutes plEAse.."

"okay." oh really? okay period!! that usually doesn't work but hey you'll take it! and whoever this is has a cotton candy-like voice that easily puts you back to sleep again

five minutes pass by and your shoulder is being squeezed again

you FORCE your eyes open before you get drowsy again and once u make eye contact with "cotton candy voice" you nearly fall off your chair

tokuno yushi is sitting next to you with his hand on your shoulder

"i'm sorry, did i startle you?" he says softly

you're like ??? what what what

"no, you're good! thanks for giving me a couple extra minutes to sleep," you say with a laugh

he chuckles and shakes his head, saying "don't worry about it. you seemed tired anyway. i'm gonna head out now- oh, also, make sure to check your notebook."

yushi slings his bag over his shoulder and you just nod as he talks (you're losing focus because of how good he looks rn)

"'m yushi, by the way. see you." he waves goodbye and leaves the room

you open your notebook and see that he wrote down notes for you during the lecture

ur eyes are glued to a little note he put in the corner saying "sorry my handwriting sucks lol" and your first coherent thought is I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN

but then you're also like why did he do that in the first place???

he was probably just being nice since you looked so pathetically tired

yeah that's it

— flashback over —

safe to say you would do anything for tokuno yushi

he tells you to do his homework for him? you'd do it. he says to throw out all your clothes? everything is in the dump already. he asks you to jump off a cliff? you're already falling off the ledge.

well now you and yushi are friends.. sort of

you talk every class and text each other

and when you found out he was on the soccer team he asked you to come to his games, and ever since then you've been going to each one

but it's just that sometimes he does things that make your heart jump and your cheeks warm up

like that one time he gave you his jacket after class because it was raining, saying he "didn't want you to catch a cold"

or that other time when he came to your dorm after his game with snacks beause you said you weren't feeling well

you feel like you should believe that he likes you but it just seems too good to be true!!

and if you're being honest there's so many other girls that line up at his door every day, so it wouldn't make sense for him to choose you!!

this man is making you go clinically insane

and rei keeps telling you HE DOES LIKE U GIRL but ur just like no... i don't tHINk so...

you're torn because there are signs that maybe he does feel the same but when you think about his popularity and how much of a wanted bachelor he is, you feel your confidence start to crumble

maybe you should just give up on your man because there is NO WAY he likes you

—

yushi is going to rip his hair out of his head

WHY is it so difficult to ask a girl out?????

truth is, he's liked you since the day he saw you

it was like wedding bells were ringing in his head and he was like YEP this is the mother of my kids right here

the first time he tried to make a move on you was when you were asked to sit next to him

he silently pumped his fist under the table like Y E S this is my chance

and he thought u looked so pretty while sleeping

yushi secretly moved some of your hair behind your ear because he could see it was bothering you, but he didn't tell you as to not sound creepy

and he's pretty proud of his status with you now, but he really wishes you'd just call him out for all the moves he's made on you because he's SHY

he tried to ask you out two (2) times already!!

the first time when you walked out of the lecture hall together and it started POURING

he lended you his hoodie and he was about to confess but it just so happened that rei called you

"y/n, i have something to tell you."

"what is it?" RRRRIIINGNGNG "oh, hold on. hello, rei? wHAt?! you broke your wrist??? oh my gOD- sorry, yushi i have to go.”

that's fine!!!! there's always next time!!!

the next time he tried asking you out was when you said you came down with a fever on the day of his game

horrible game by the way, he played so bad

(he never plays well when you're not there, yushi swears you're his good luck charm)

he bought all your favorite snacks and a plushie and went to your dorm after the game

you open the door wrapped in a blanket and he just wants to cuddle you-

who said that

"hi, ushi," you say with a croak to your voice, "what are you doing here?"

he smiles softly and holds up a bag

"i got you some snacks. thought you didn't eat yet."

you snicker, "how do you always know?"

"i just do."

you invite him inside and have a little chat

about an hour later, you and yushi are sat on opposite sides of the couch

yushi thinks it's now or never and takes a breath, "y/n, i have feelings for you."

hOOOOOOOnnKK SshhhOOOo

what the hell

he looks to the left and sees you snoring your ass off

and yes u look adorbs but REALLY?? he JUST mustered up the balls to confess and you're sleeping

he sighs.

yushi SWEARS his crush on you is obvious, i mean how is it not??? he lends you his stuff, listens to you talk for hours on end, talks to you more than he talks to his own teammates, and buys you small gifts all the time

LITERALLY EVERYONE KNOWS TOO

like the soccer team, the girls that like him, even his younger brother

he'll just have to give it another shot

third time's the charm, i guess

—

okay, yushi has officially devised a plan

well, technically it's his, riku, and sion's plan

basically what's going to happen is yushi invites you to the upcoming soccer game (to which you always go anyway), and when they win the game, he will offer a ride home to you and confess in the car with flowers and a plushie

sion suggested the car thing so there are no distractions and you can't run away ("that sounds like i'm going to kidnap her," yushi deadpans. "lovingly, of course!" sion exclaims)

riku suggested the flowers and plushie so it's less creepy

so actually this isn't yushi's plan at ALL but he will sAy it's his plan anyway because he's the one confessing!!!

alright, game time. (literally)

—

you walk into the lecture hall and sense bad juju

what's going on, you think. you don't like this!!

as you head to your seat, you notice yushi isn't there in the spot next to you

okay wow so you like him so much your body just knows when he's not there??? got it

but nOO :( he's not here!!!! who are u supposed to stare at now!??!?

you grumble a little as you sit down, but you spot a little post-it note on the chair.

huh, weird

taking it off, you read the writing scratched onto the note, with lettering you recognize all too well

'sorry, skipping class today to rest for tonight's game. it'd be great if u were there, like always. have rei drop u off bc i wanna eat out w/you after. c u :) - yewshee'

you laugh at the stupid spelling of his name

he wants to eat out after??? what do you WEAR????

—

it's almost time for the game and ur STRESSING

HWAT DO YOU WEAR OH MY GOD

you settled on a cute frilly blouse and some shorts

pretty but simple (like yushi, you think)

rei drops you off (her wrist is mostly healed) and you find a seat in the middle of the stands

SMACK in the middle to be more specific

it's not rlly what you wanted but you don't mind because the front stands are full of families cheering on their sons and girls in the back cheering on their bfs

u totally don't wish that was you on the top of the stands haha

oop game is starting

you see yushi warming up and your heart swells

he looks SO good in his uniform because you can see his calves and biceps flexing

amen for soccer uniforms

—

yushi feels like he's going to crap his pants

he's already got the usual pre-game jitters, but it's even worse because he can't SEE you in the stands

where the hell are u???????

he's squinting like an idiot and riku laughs at him

"you look dumb as hell," he says

yushi smacks his back and riku winces in pain

just then he sees you, looking around

wow, you look really pretty

"she can't hear you, by the way." sion laughs

what

OH CRAP DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD

he groans and rolls his eyes in embarrassment

their coach tells them that the game is going to start soon

at least yushi knows he'll win now, since you're there

—

they won

is yushi surprised? not at all

he KNEW it from the moment he saw your face

now it's time for the next part of the plan: get you in his car

okay that doesn't sound weird at all

um but it's kind of hard trying to get you when there's a swarm of people around him congratulating him

PLEASE he just needs to get to his (soon-to-be) girl

he practically shoves everyone out of the way and heads to the parking lot

thank god you're already there, leaning against the hood of his car

"sorry, i was held back a bit," he starts

you smile and omg yushi thinks he's gonna faint

"it's okay. but congrats!! you guys did so good, as always."

the two of you open the car and sit inside

"i'm excited! i didn't eat dinner yet since you said we'd be going out- hello why are you not starting the car" you say

"y/n, i have something to tell you." he says cautiously

your head tilts to the side and you gesture for him to continue

he pulls out the flowers and plushie from the backseat and you softly gasp

the bouquet is beautiful, full of your favorite flowers

yushi clears his throat and leans forward a bit

"i have feelings for you. i've liked you for around... 5 months now? but yeah, i thought i'd let you know. if you don't feel the same way, it's okay, we can just move past it. the last thing i want is for you to be uncomfortable, which is now making me realize that i probably shouldn't have done this in the car because it seems weird-"

he's basically rambling at this point but he doesn't cARE he just needs to get it all out before he bails out on himself

"you... like... me??" you question

yushi nods with a small smile on his face

"are you sure? i mean, like, why me?"

"i just feel so comfortable and safe around you. i love how independant, thoughtful and selfless you are, and how you always appreciate the small things in life. i love how genuine you are, because it never makes me feel like i'm being judged or lied to- it just feels real. you always think about others before yourself, and that makes me want to be the person to take care of you."

wow you did not expect that

yushi just kinda stares at u because he didn't expect to say that himself either

haha that's so sweet of him,,, oh god,,,,, this is a LOT to take in

why do you feel lightheaded and why is your vision going black

um what's happeni-

—

so you passed out

maybe it was the shock or the mental stress of the situation but you BLACKED OUT

you wake up to yushi fanning you with some random papers from his backpack that he hurriedly took out

he even has a hand on your wrist to check if you still have a pulse lmao

he freaked OUT when he saw all the color drain from your face

"hey- you okay?" he asks worriedly

you chuckle weakly and sit up, brushing the hair out of ur face

"yeah, sorry i just- i guess i was just surprised."

"did you want me to take you home? or to urgent care?"

"nO- i'm good, i swear, yushi. i just- it was a lot to take in. i didn't think someone like you would like someone like me, but i shouldn't have doubted you. i feel the same way. that was really sweet of you- this whole confession was, to be honest. i don't mind you being the one to take care of me. i want that, actually. i want that with you."

you two are just staring at each other like haha what do we do now

yushi leans forward even more and cups your cheek with his palm gently

"can i kiss you?"

GOD and he asks for consent, how perfect can he get??

"of course."

he presses his lips against yours and they mold together so perfectly it's like he was made to kiss you

when he pulls away you just look at each other fondly

"oh, and y/n?"

"hm?"

"please don't pass out on me like that again, i almost got a heart attack."

you laugh and rub the back of his hand softly

"no promises."

— bonus —

at the diner, you facetime rei and tell her the news

"GOD, FINALLY!!! i nEVer thought this day would come — thank you for having the balls to ask her out, yushi-" she's squealing so much on the other side of the phone she literally starts lagging

riku and sion just laugh at her reaction

"you know," sion starts, "yushi got drunk once and was ranting about you-"

"oh my GOD i remember that!! he was like 'y/n, i looooveeee youuuu...' i think i have a video, actually-" riku adds

"god, please don't." your bf says, massaging his temples

you laugh

he's so cute

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author's note: hiii!! i loved this banner so much i thought it deserved a better fic to go with it haha so here we go :) have a good day/night everyone!

[yushi-ni]

could you write just like wishies reactions to walking in on something... indecent? like not the minors ofc but the freaks 😈 thank u! xx

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗒𝗎 + 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; onriyu and unexpected visitors, another member walking in on you two doing ‘indecent’ things

pairing; onriyu - sion version x you

genre; suggestive, smut

warnings; 18+ contains mature card game elements. mentions of make outs - oral (male + female receiving) face fucking unprotected twister

notes; hiii anon!!!! thanks for requesting 😛😛 ok i changed it up a little but and actually made this an actual fic rather than a headcannons because i felt like writing a whole essay again (hihi) BUT i’m also writing a proper ‘reaction’ version for you!!! i wasn’t sure if you wanted the wishies walking in on ‘you’ doing self care or if you wanted one of the other wishies walking in on ‘you and your bf’ so i opted for the latter!!! hope it’s to your liking but if you did want the other one, please let me know and i’ll try writing one with that scenario too!!!! i decided to make 3 different parts because someone got carried away a little bit.. (i’m someone hihi) so here’s sion’s part; NOT PROOFREAD my brain was so fried i’m sorry!!!!!

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OH SION

it’s so easy to get lost in your little bubble of love and affection when it’s just you and bf. no care in the world or any sense of the real world outside. it’s been a while since your bf had a night off, no work, no appointments, no other distractions but you. as soon as his manager told him that the team was off the rest of the night, he called you and you quite literally hopped in a taxi and made your way to his dorm. you couldn’t really remember the last time you were able to spend a cozy night in with your bf, he has been so busy with work and yes you knew the downsides of dating an idol, sometimes you couldn’t see your bf for a few days or even get him on a phone call. he’s out of town or locked up in the practice room with his members. you didn’t mind, you support him through thick and thin, yes it gets lonely sometimes, not being able to go see your bf whenever you want to, not being able to just randomly stop by the dorm to have dinner together etc etc but it made the moments shared together a hundred times more memorable and special. it’s those moments that are worth the hours apart. time spent apart only makes you both realise how much you actually missed each other.. how much you actually craved and needed the other;

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he didn’t get home long after he sent you a text, asking if you were free and wanted to come over. you’ve been on his mind non stop the past week. the last time he saw you was before he went overseas for concerts, after returning to korea he was so packed with schedules he didn’t even have the time to go see you. he texted you every free second of his day, saying how much he misses you and how badly he wanted to see you. you being you were very understanding and encouraging about the situation, he knows it’s hard on you but you never really show or express it towards him. not wanting to upset or discourage him. you reminded him you’d be able to see each other soon again and tonight was finally the time.

he hopped in the shower and put on some comfy clothes, he dried his freshly dyed brown hair and couldn’t help but speed clean his room a little bit before you would step foot in there. he walked into the living room where he was met with the two maknaes playing games together. “hyung!!! come!!! quick sit down, i’m winning” saku only glanced up at the sight of sion entering the room; “no you’re not!” ryo bumped his shoulder against the youngest, “you can’t even get to the 2nd floor without getting caught!” sion chuckled to himself as he almost threw himself onto the couch, watching his two young members, who were seated infront of him on the floor, play their current hyper fixated game. he took out his phone and sent jaehee a text, asking him to invite the two youngsters over to their dorm so he can spend some alone time with you. not even 2 minutes later, sakuryo was up and gathering their stuff to make their way over to the other house. a quick bye before the door was shut behind them. he can’t help but giggle at the thought of his younger brothers, you always joke about him being like their dad but no one can argue the fact that the two are just adorable.

he was scrolling through his netflix recommendations when he heard the doorbell ring. he got up so fast you’d almost think he got had places to be. as soon as he opens the door his grin is so wide, not wasting a second longer as he pulls you in and tackles you in a bear hug. you giggle but gladly accept the hug; “hi baby” you chuckle as you felt his arms pull you impossibly closer to him; “shhhh don’t talk pls, i’m having a moment here” you laugh at his words and he mirrors your reaction, his whole body laughing with him. freeing you from his deadly grip on you, he looks at you, his smile reaching the sparkling in his eyes. eyes shifting from your eyes to his lips and back up, grinning from ear to ear as he presses his lips on yours. you kiss him back, your arms coming up and naturally finding their way around his neck. pulling him down a little more. his hands moving up and down your sides, almost desperately trying to feel you under his skin in comparison to the sweet - tender kiss you’re sharing. you can feel him smile in the kiss, teeth clashing as he slowly pulls back. you look up at him, his hands coming up to your shoulders as he takes a tiny step back. lowkey looking you up and down; “yeaah-“ he says, more to himself than to you. followed by an approving nod; “just how i remembered” you gasp, laughing as you hit his chest. he pulls you in another hug, laughing as well, kissing the top of your head before he lets go and pulls you further into the apartment.

you’re sitting on the couch, cuddled up with your back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled up together. you’ve been trying to concentrate on the movie playing but your head is completely trailed off somewhere else. you look around the room, some interesting and bold chosen ‘art’ decorations suddenly made you realise you haven’t seen or heard the two maknaes the whole night yet. “wait, where are the youngsters?” - “mmh?” sion asks as he was processing the words; “oh they’re at the other dorm, playing with jaehee i think” - “ahh nawh i would have loved to see them, it’s been so long” your bf cleared his throat, shifting up a little bit as he sarcastically said; “yeah i’m very happy to finally see you too” you laughed as you sat up straight, turning your body to look at your bf. “oh cmon you get to see them everyday, i barely saw them the past few weeks!!” you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face; “i’m sorry woman, i don’t think they came as a package deal when you agreed to be with the one and only oh sion” he giggled, mirroring the big smile on your face as you shifted your whole body around, your legs on both side of his body as you straddled his lap. “i should have read the terms of agreement better before making such decisions” your hands dramatically falling to his shoulder as you sighed out loud; “yeah sounds like a whole bunch of losses on your side” sion says, silent giggles falling from his lips, his hands firm on your hips. you look at him, taking in the way he looked back at you, the way his eyes are so bright and full of love, the way his flushed cheeks look so soft and how his hair naturally falls a little over his eyes. “what” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes, trying to make out what you were thinking about. you only smiled, a little teasing; “nothing” he throws his head back to lean against the couch, only humming a; “mhmh” as he can’t help but smile again. his eyes look so soft but you can’t miss the way his hands are gripping your hips a little more tightly. looking at you, raising his eyebrow (pls this video haunts me; video) waiting for your next move which he gladly accepts as you crash your lips onto his.

your hands in his hair, his busy wandering up and down your sides, soft moans filling up the room mixed with the sound of your lips moving against the other as you share a passionate kiss. seconds have passed, minutes have passed, time gets forgotten as you completely lose yourself in the moment. sion’s tongue finds yours as he fights you for dominance, a sweet kiss quickly turning into one of lust and need. you moan as he puts more pressure onto your lips, his body moving a bit forward, pressimg himself more onto you. you pull his head a bit back, he groans now it’s you who welcomes herself in his mouth now, you push him back till his back hits the couch again. his hands are strong against your skin, pressing you down more firmly. your grip in his hair only tightening as you roll your hips into his. he moans in the kiss, pulling his head back as your push your hips down onto his lower abdomen again, repeating the same movement, pulling his head back completely, giving yourself perfect acces to the bare skin on his neck. your lips work their way up his exposed skin, wet kisses as you almost make out with the sweet spot on his neck. soft sighs coming from your boyfriends lips, his hands coming up to your ass, pressing you onto him more. his eyes shut closed, focusing on the feeling of your lips, the pressure’s so strong you’ll for sure leave marks on his skin (but that’s a worry for later) he pulls you back, lips pressed back on yours in a split second, the kiss is more messy and desperate. hungry for more. your hips rolling into his as your almost desperately humping each other.

“mm fuck-“ sion groans; “t-too much yn fuck” his hands still your movements as he lifts you up from his lap. “if you don’t stop i’ll literally burst right here and now” you chuckle; “and that’s a bad thing becaaaause..?” you giggle at the sight infront of you. eyes heavy as he looked up to you. “because i have not survived more than a week without touching you to be finished in less than a minute, now get off” you couldn’t help but laugh as you swing your legs to one side, leaning back against the arm rest as your bf gets himself on his knees to adjust his sweatpants that show a wet stain from your previous position. “uhhuh mr oh sion, the great survivor of a little touch deprivation” you tease as you push him with your foot. he gasped sarcastically, one hand over his heart as the other brushed through his hair; “a little respect here please” he laughs as he positioned himself in between your legs. “mhmh respect is to be earned..” you pulled your bf closer by the strings of his hoodie. he scoffed; “don’t say things you’ll regret later” face inches away from yours; “make me” his eyes switched to a different tone, lips crashing on yours in a split second. hungry - sloppy and more desperate than he ever kissed you before. allowing himself access in your mouth, only grinning as you whine and moan into his.

his hand comes down to your clothed core, stretching your pants so the material tightens around your already soaked core. his fingers pressing down against your clit, you moaned, pulling away from his lips to catch your breath. sion smirked, his thumb now rubbing and working their way on your wet core. you pushed your hips up, thrusting into his hands as you were chasing the feeling of his hands. sion pushed your hips back down, pressing you into the couch as his fingers sped up; “stay still” he nodged his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses as he trails up to your jawline. repeatedly sucking and kissing the exposed skin as you throw your head back more. his hands still working their way on your clit. you moaned, a knot forming in your stomach, you throw one of your legs around his body, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his fingers and lips. you whined; “fuckk- sion- i’m..“ - “i’m what?” his voice low and cocky. his lips were back on yours before you could answer. your hand came up to his hair as you desperately try to steady yourself down, you rolled your hips in his hand again, in need of more friction. almost reading your mind, sion’s hand comes to a halt and in a swing motion find their way in your pants, past the line of your panty. you moan loudly, gasp muffled in the kiss as he enters with two fingers, immediately pulling in and out as his thumb applies pressure on your clit. you try to kiss back, almost impossible as sion’s fingers keep working their way on your lower abdomen. “oh fuck-“ you whined.

the feeling in your stomach only getting more intense, building up as you can feel the heat blooming more and more. “sion-“ you whisper, almost helpless, breathing heavily. his mouth moving to your neck again, greedy, not wanting to miss any part of your exposed skin. his thumb is circling swift motions, pressing down just hard enough for the tension to get more and more intense. his name leaving your mouth in moans in chokes. “fuck yn, i missed the way you sound” you don’t reply, your voice not strong enough to let out any words, you only whimper as the knot gets stronger and stronger.

he lifts his head, he pulls his fingers out but before you can even plead, he pulls down your pants along with your panty in one motion. your legs up in the sudden movement, throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor. his voice low as he admires the view infront of him; “just as beautiful as always” you whine as you hit his arm, almost feeling shy under his strong gaze; “ya, my eyes are up here” sion chuckles; “baby as much as i love your eyes, i think i’ve got mine more focused elsewhere” his eyes are heavy and filled with lust, he drops to the floor, on his knees, crawling between your legs as he locks his eyes with you. your legs spread, your fingers in his hair, anticipating the feeling that’s coming. his mouth is on your thighs, open mouthed kisses dragged along the insides of your legs. his tongue licking his way to your now throbbing core, desperate for his mouth to come in touch with the one place you need him most right now, you can’t help but buck your hips upward, you feel the vibration of his groan into your skin as he presses you back down. arms around your legs, locking you down to keep you from moving. his kisses come to a halt, his eyes flicker to yours, smirking as he dips his head down. his lips are warm and soft, tongue entering you as he sucks and licks his way up and down, in and out.

your breath is stuck in your throat, you can only moan and cry out as his tongue flicks again and again. your grip in his hair tightens, back arged, head thrown back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can feel him smirk against your skin, not holding back, your sounds only making him more greedy to taste you. his mouth is moving as if he’s trying to make up for the time you spent apart. he’s sloppy, desperate and eating you out like a starved man. he hums, the vibration sending shivers down your spine, your body aches everywhere. you whine; “aghhh sion- pls- i can’t..” your breath is choking, you whimper as your chest is feeling heavier with every passing moment. your body is on fire, your legs shaking while he is still holding you down with his arms, one of your hands desperately reach for one of the pillows next to you, clenching the fabric as you start trembling, “sion- please” your mind is so high on the feeling. he groans, he feels your legs fighting to stay down. “fuck- don’t stop,” your stomach twists as sion pulls your body almost impossible more down, his face deep into you. he licks and sucks, almost ruthless. “come for me,” he says, his voice so low it you feel it through your whole body; “wanna taste you baby” his fingers are back on your clit. motioning in a way it literally makes you see stars. he presses onto you, the feeling of his mouth and his fingers makes your toe curls and eyes roll back. you can’t control the sounds you make, half sobs - half moans as you uncontrollably breath out in whined. you can feel the tears form in your eyes, your whimpers turning into cries, and only the sound of his name leaving your mouth as your orgasm rushes through you. your breath is stuck in your throat. but he doesn’t stop, he lets you ride out your high, licks up every single part of you, your body goes numb, completely slumps into the couch. your chest still moving from your heavy breathing. only then does he lift his head back up, smirking with his lips completely glossy and wet.

he can’t help the ghosting smile on his face as he’s hovering over you. you’re staring up at him, eyes pleading and fucked out. he moves down so his lips are brushing over yours; “malways taste so good,” his lips are on yours, more sweet and tender this time, slowly moving with yours in an almost perfect rhythm. you can taste yourself on his lips, his body now leaning down on you completely, arms on both sides of you to prevent his weight pressing you down. one of your arms swing around his neck, pulling him almost impossibly closer, you can still feel the high and rush from before. not aware that you’re still holding onto the pillow. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers. it’s only then you’re reminded that he’s still fully clothed when he grinds down onto you. again and again until his hips are almost moving on impulse. he’s pressing himself into you harder and harder, moans ruffled in the kiss by the feeling of the fabric on your bare, still sensitive, clit. you can feel the outline of his thickness through his sweatpants, you meet his hips midway, rolling your hips against his. it’s almost shameless, the way you’re grinding against him as if he didn’t make you cum a few minutes ago, but you can’t help it. sion presses himself down on you completely, his growing bulge pressing right against your heat. stopping your movements at the same time, his head drops to your shoulder, panting for breath; “fuck baby- i swear i’m trying to stretch this as long as i can” your hand goes to his hair, scratching his head with your nails, breathing into his ear; “don’t,” you can feel his dick twitch in his pants. he doesn’t let it linger for long, before you know it his pants and boxers are off, thrown into the room, somewhere with yours. his hard on upright, tip wet from the pre-juice. your core is throbbing just by the sight of his size. you bite your lip, mesmerised with the thickness, a soft chuckle coming from your bf; “ya.. my eyes are up here” you glare up to him, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. his hands go to the hem of his sweatshirt when you stop him; “just leave it on,” too eager and needy to even bother taking off more clothes than necessary. sion laughs, taking his dick in his hands, pumping it a few times as he steadies himself in between your legs again.

your hand comes up to take his length in your hand, pushing away his own, you stroke him up and down, fingers circling on his tip, spreading his pre-cum around his dick. your eyes look up to him, pleading, batting your eyelashes as you stick out your tongue, your free hand pulling his lower body more towards you by his legs. you slide down the couch a little more making him hover over you more so he has to kneel on one knee. he groans loudy, understanding your intentions, his honey eyes looking down on you as you pull his lower body closer and closer to your face. sion sighs loudly as he feels your kitten licks against his tip. you lick again, and again; “fuck don’t tease baby” you smile and with that, you come up to wrap your whole mouth around his member. sucking in your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. he leans forward, both hands steadying himself on the backrest of the couch. he looks down at you, the sight of him disappearing in your mouth has his dick twitching. you moan against him, the vibration rushing through his whole body. “fuckkkk-“ he hissed, he’s fighting demons to stay still, letting you do your thing and making him feel good. your mouth moving faster, you hum against him, saliva running down his dick. you let your head fall back a little bit, leaning against the couch, as you pull him with you in the same motion. sion repositions a little bit so most of his weight is on his leg that’s up. your hand comes up to stroke the rest of his length that you don’t have in your mouth. taking your time to make sure every inch of his member is ‘used’. he loves the way you feel around him, nothing can ever top the feeling of your mouth on his dick. he can only sigh deeply as he’s trying to fully concentrate on you. you suck him off in a way his head feels light, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, biting his lip, trying to suppress the moans from coming out. he can feel himself hit the back of your throat, your small hands working wonders on the base of his length while you take him as far as you can, from this angle at least.

a loud whimper coming from you when your bf suddenly thrusts into your mouth, his hands gripping the couch as he rolls his lower body into your face. you moan loudly, you let your hands drop to your sides, one grabbing his calves to steady yourself a bit. you can feel him hitting the back of your throat, hard. you hallow your cheeks a little more, creating more tension. you can only mirror the sounds coming from him. his eyes are fluttered shut, trying not to fuck himself into you too hard, but you make him lose his mind completely. totally immersed in the moment itself, he keeps rolling his hips down, the muffled sounds of your breathing and moans steadying his pace.

he pulls back and with a little plop your mouth gets detached from his length. you open your eyes by the sudden emptiness, sion sits back down again, on both knees as his hands come up to lift your legs. he squeezes your thighs as he puts them up to each side of his face. he positions himself in between, with his extremely hard on right at your heat, he strokes the tip over your core, a moan coming from both of you. he inhales deeply; “i can’t promise i can hold out long” a breathy giggle leaving his mouth. you rolled your eyes at your bf; “just fuck me sion” he chuckles- “your wish is my command” and with that, he pushes his tip in, leaning down, pressing your own legs against your body, feet touching the backrest of the couch, pushing himself in completely, stretching you out as you both moan at the feeling. when he’s completely inside, his hand grip the backrest, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling as he buttoms out and thrusts back into your lower body. he’s quick to set a pace, fucking into you and quickly the whole room fills up with the sound of skin slapping against each other paired with the whiny sounds of moans. his hips snap against yours as he stretches you out with every thrust. he looks down at where his dick disappears in you, he groans as he places the other hand that was holding onto your leg on the couch as well. now snapping his hips in a new angle.

he moans loudly, biting his lip as he slows down his pace a little; “fuck baby, you feel so good” he grunts as he bottoms himself out, slightly pushing himself back in, but just the tip. “don’t tease,” you whined as you almost desperately tried to push him back in by his legs; “please-“ he snickered softly, pulling out, brushing his tip against your clit, rubbing you with his length a couple times before he thrusts back in, so deep your eyes roll back in an instant. he’s stretching you out so hard you cry out his name. he groans, letting go of your legs and places them around his middle, you pull him down, your arms around his neck to feel him closer. his head in the crook of your neck; his moans muffled against your skin as he rolls his hips. a steady pace, as you let him fuck you. you’re both a mess, fully immersed in the moment; body’s tangled in each other’s, moving together in an almost perfect motion.

you’re so caught up in each other’s you didn’t even notice the end credits started playing on the screen, or the fact you didn’t even close the blinds.. or the sound of the door getting unlocked. “hyung!” riku called; “sionnie-hyung, saku and ryo fell asleep so they.. WOW WAH WOAH!!!” both yours and sion’s head snapped out of your own little love bubble as he shot up from his position on top of you. both boys’ eyes widened as they stared at each other, riku completely frozen in the doorway while your bf had a panicked expression on his face, mirroring your own. “oh- i.. hyung- i-“ riku stuttered. “just give us a minute please,” sion says, laughing in embarrassment. still half in shock but he can’t help but giggle mostly out of an attempt to calm himself down. “no, yes, ofc, as many minutes as you need actually” riku says; “i- uh- i just came to tell you that the youngsters are sleeping over at our place” he smiled awkwardly, nodding his head in your direction as a small; ‘hi’. you smiled back, slowly feeling the rush of adrenaline coming down as you realise what is actually happening. “okay yeah great, thanks. you- uh- you can go now” your bf says as he brushes his hand through his hair. riku, clearly lulled out of his shocked state, slightly smirked at the sight infront of him as he backs out through the door.

a yelp coming from sion, like one you never heard before. (video; pls he’s so cute) you cover your face in your hands as you throw you head on the couch; “oh my god-“ you laughed, you hit his shoulder as he looks at you, not being able to hold back his laugh anymore. his hands brush through his hair again, a failed attempt to fix the messy look. “remind me to never have sex in your dorm again” you sighed as you palmed your face. “nooo but no one’s even here!” sion protested, laughing even more now. “no one?!!! was riku a hallucination just now?” you smacked his arm again, whining. he laughs when the sound of a new message on his phone pops up, he grabs his phone, still giggling because of the whole situation.

ʀɪᴋᴜ; 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨? 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 :)

he only laughed, showing you the screen with riku’s chat. “that was not funny omg,” you breathed; “what if it was actually on of the youngsters coming home!” you looked at your bf in utter disbelief; “but it wasn’t, it was just riku” he laughed at you, typing what you believe is a reply to said boy. “if i wanted an audience i would have asked for one, just riku is just one riku too many” you let out a little laugh, unsure how you were going to face riku again tomorrow. “oh cmon, do you think riku is the holy virgin mary?? the amount of times i’ve heard him and his gf going at it, trust me they need to write a whole new book series called fifty shades of riku for all i know” you laughed, a genuine laugh this time. a deep sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in escaping from your lips. your bf leaned down to you, kissing your head; “mmh are we going to finish what we started tho?” - “oh sion!!” you pushed him away, your bf laughing amused; “i have a lock on my door!” you click your tongue; “you’re actually uncontrollable, yk that?” he nods his head, his eyes fully focused on you now; “mhmh but only for you”

[2-dsimp]

Hi! Question for Nokka

Not sure if u have already answered it, but since he is into gym staff. What if wife hides from Nokka that she smokes, and he one day just walk on her blowing out smoke. Or maybe just found her cigarettes/vape?

Thanks :)

“No Smoking on his watch!”

Tw: Smoker! Wife x yandere! Husband, controlling behavior, mentions of financial dependency, possessive tendencies, fluff, weed, suggestive, Nokka being a worried grump

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“Wife, that better not be a goddamned cancer stick in those pretty lips of yours.” Shit, you’ve been spotted by the very last person you’d ever want to see while you hid away in the shaded corner of the back yard flat.

By none other than, Your beloved gym rat of a husband, who absolutely despised the smell of cigarettes. And the notion of you even partaking in them since it was obviously bad for your health.

“You’re just imagining things honey, I was just burning them out like you said.” You’d choke out, his sudden appearance making you cough erratically from how the fumes got sucked in the wrong airway.

He scoffed, giving you a ‘motherfucker do you think I’m stupid?’ Type look from your dumbass excuse.

“Don’t bullshit me, I said burn them in the fire pit not smoke em like an addict”. He’d sneer, holding out his palm, looking down at you with heavy irritation from his subtle eye twitches. “Now look at ya about to cough up a damn lung cuz of it, Spit that nasty shit out.”

This really takes you back to when you’d get caught chewing gum in class by the strict teacher who had a stick up their ass.

“Like into your hand? Honey it’s literally burning I can just put it out on the asht—“ Your husband didn’t have the patience he was already fuckin pissed.

“I been threw that tray out, my woman ain’t got no business in smoking“ With surprising nimbleness the impatient man would snatch the cig from your lips and put out the lit butt on his wrist not minding the singed it into his durable skin.

“From now on you’d better stick to sucking on lollipops or better yet my cock.” He’d snort crassly, drop the cig and crushing it underneath his heel. Before picking you up like a sac of potatoes, to place your ass inside the kitchen setting you down on the counter.

Nokka would hold up his water bottle up to your lips, his eyes trained on your condition of having red eyes from the weed. Your husband would scowl, a worried crease evident in his brows. “Open up, and drink some water, we need that crap outta your system asap.”

His free hand hand, firmly grasped at your cheek his thumb catching onto the corner of your lips, making you open your jaw. “And this is the last time I’ll let you shop for yourself, clearly you can’t be trusted. If ya don’t like it then you’ll have to earn that privilege back brat.”

[miltonbarbie]

Please hear me out I will give you my soul.

Michael Kaiser and his gf that he finds so cute he takes out all his cute aggression inside of her instead 💔

YES. FINALLY!! My calling... I have been summoned! ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

౨౿‧₊ ᵎᵎ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪෆɴ 🧸 .ᐟ

F!reader x Michael Kaiser who finally caved into his desires...

(NSFW)

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He knew you meant well, and he really did try his hardest not to stare at your ass when you woke him up this morning in nothing but his t-shirt, and those pink Lacey panties he got you for your birthday a few weeks ago.

You've done a lot of things to make him swoon and obsess over you, whether it being purposeful or not. But lately he's been finding real hard to keep his dick in his pants.

Whether it being you doing a simple 360 for him in a skirt you bought to look pretty for him, sleeping with your teddy bear he may or may not be secretly jealous off, or bending over in front of him with your backside "accidentally" grazing on him.

"Micha!~ You've been sleeping allllll day, g'morning!" You nudged him, grabbing him by both his arms and gently rocking him awake. There you were, his sweet loving girlfriend, with the same voice causing that massive tent in his pants.. How wonderful.

You've been living together for quite a while, and day after day after day he'd have to restraint himself from fucking you dumb on his cock because you were just to innocent to understand whenever he'd try and set the mood (¬_¬")💢

You had that adorable smile on your face, already so clingy in the morning.. Ruffling his hair, kissing his face, cooing him for how much of a sweet boyfriend he was.. He was panting in his pillow like a dog in heat at every word you spoke.

"M- Meine Leibe... Could you give me a minute? I'll be out, Micha promises." He gritted his teeth, his voice slightly strangled as he peeked out his covers to see your perfect ass leaving his room to give him some privacy. "M'kay, bye bye! I love you!"

...

He had jerked himself off instead, knowing he didn't have the guts to lay a perverted finger on you.. For now.

He was never a morning person, so everything at the moment was pissing him the hell off. But he just couldn't stay mad at you when he saw you push over a plate of pancakes towards him.

"For me?" "For you!"

You were leaned over the counter, smiling at him like the doll you were. He gripped his fork tighter, and put on a fake smile back.

He walked towards you, pulling you into a hug, your face buried in his torso as he held you awfully tight. He was patting your head, slowly moving down to grip your hips instead. "Aww, thank you baby.. I'm so grateful for you sometimes, I could just-"

You felt a shiver go up your spine as he groped your ass, fingers sneakily rubbing your slit through your panties. His fake-ass smile turned into a wicked grin.

"AH!" You gasped in horror, cheeks turning red.

"Oohh no.. Sorry Liebling.. Micha's hands slipped.." He teased, feigning innocence. He slipped his two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and started playing with your clit, maintaining eye contact. "You're soaked, huh? Stupid slut.. I knew you weren't innocent." His expression darkened into a scowl, shoving you against the kitchen counter and kissing you like he was a man starved.

His fingers were in knuckles-deep, you both could hear the filthy squelching sounds from your pretty pussy as you whined in response. "U- Unngh..~ S'mean..!" You whimpered, your lips forming into a pout. He glared at you in response, his fingers suddenly picking up the pace.

"Oh yeah? I'm mean? You've been teasing me all month, and I'm mean?" He said between gritted-teeth, watching as your face contorted with pleasure. "H- hhaah!~ M- Michaaaa s- stop that!~♡"

"Or what? You're gonna cum? And just from my fingers too.. Now imagine how it's gonna feel when I breed the shit out of your fucking cunt.." He panted in your ear, his body weight continuing to push you harder on the counter. You could practically hear his smirk growing.

"Cumming! C- cumming M- Michha!~" You squealed, your high-pitched whines going straight to his core. You tightened your thighs around his hand but he pulled away before you could finish. And you were left a desperate, whiny mess.

"Why'd you stop..?" You looked up at him desperately, and he held his slick-covered fingers in front of your face. Without a word, shoving them into your mouth. "Hmmm.. Because I can, silly girl." He hummed in amusement as you gagged on his fingers, pulling them out after a couple seconds.

"You don't like it when it's you being teased now, huh?" He pouted at you in fake remorse, fumbling his pants off when you were focused on his face.

You felt his bare length poking you through your panties, and you were nearly drooling from the sight because fuck- Michael Kaiser wasn't an average man..

"Fffuck Liebling.. It's so wet and I'm not even in yet.." He groaned, throwing his head back as he humped you with the little fabric in between you two. His hard bulge was grinding against your clothed pussy with desperation, and it already felt too big to fit.

"Put it in already.." You pleaded, and he grinned down at you like he won a trophy.

"You're so fucking cute." He lifted your legs up to toss your nuisance of underwear to the ground, then pushed you down so you were laying completely flat on the counter.

He didn't give you any time to adjust to him, slamming into your dripping cunt and rutting inside of you. "Do you- Haah..~ Know how long I've waited for this?" He asked, his smirk faltering slightly as he thrusted inside of you with every word.

You struggled to form words, choking out a sob with your knees pinned to your chest. "N- nuuh.. aH!~ Gentle- Please!" You begged, tongue lolled out and nails scratching at the counter top.

"Gentle? Hell no." He snarled, increasing his pace. The squelches from you two were downright horrendous, and he was getting off on it like a sicko. "I'm gonna c- cum- Fuck.." He buried his face in your neck, a whine escaping his mouth as he ground his cock into your cervix.

Tears fell down your pretty face, pulling and yanking on his hair for support. "I- I can't take it Micha!" "Shut up and let me- Ungh.." He didn't get to finish his sentence before his seed spilled out, filling your womb and pulling out with a satisfied grunt.

Your legs were twitching, bruised from his painfully harsh grip. You sniffled, and he sighed. "You wanna get ice cream?" He asked lovingly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head.

"Yes, please."

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Heh... I've done it once again. ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ ) ✧ Thank you my sweet Anon for requesting! I think this was one of my favs I've written so far!

[w0rnlolita]

eng / rus lang

I wanna share my opinion on this whole 'situation' with SourAppleStudio. This is MY opinion!! U can block me or ignore the post if u disagree, or argue with my points, whatever lol

IMO, I think it’s unfair to put SourAppleStudio in the same category as problematic Undertale community creators who groom kids and stuff.

First off, I don’t see an issue with taking NSFW art commissions (16+), or even drawing that kinda content—as long as the characters are adults. And yeah, I also don’t care if one (or all) of the characters are aged up. The point is, they’re not kids, end of story.

Second, canceling SourAppleStudio is dumb and way too toxic, bro. I get that you’re upset, but why are you spewing venom like the creator of Horrortale was out here grooming minors? It’s wild to me that y’all blew up a whole drama over nothing. Also, ditching a character/AU over something this petty is just… funny to me. I’ve been a hardcore Horror!Sans and Horrortale fan for 6 years, and I’m not about to drop something that means so much to me just ‘cause some people can’t separate fiction from reality. My perception’s fine, thanks.

Third, nobody gave y’all permission to claim this AU as public property. Respect the creator’s rights, even if you "don’t wanna". And trying to make Horror!Sans’ personality/behavior "community property" is even dumber. I hate fanon ‘cause it turned Horror!Sans into some cutesy bastard, a chef who eats everything in sight, or an “alpha male”—it’s gross. Y’all wanna make it worse? Go ahead, but don’t cry later when you’re sick of the cringey fanon you helped create.

Twitter cancel culture is the most miserable, braindead thing ever ‘cause this whole "situation" is made-up drama. And the Undertale community’s way too sensitive—y’all see something "problematic" everywhere. You scream about hating proship/comship/darkship, but then u turn around and ship selfship/selfcest/oc x canon/crackship like?? The double standards are ridiculous, lmao.

To wrap it up: I’m not a proshipper or anti, I’m a neutralshipper—I couldn’t care less about shipping ‘cause I’ve got better things to do than argue over who pairs up with who. I’m not friends with SourAppleStudio, just an independent anon online sharing my take on this mess. Got questions for me? Ask away—I’ll happily answer.

If you agree with me, I’d love a like or reblog (whatever floats your boat). If not? Ignore me or drop a constructive counter-argument in the replies.

Буду очень рада, если кто-нибудь из рунет сегмента андертейла скажет, что нибудь про это. Если есть можете писать в лс/комментарии! (for ru community)

Peace out, stay healthy & happy ^_^

[imsosoheee]

running | s.es

15. if that's what you want | wc: 665

your phone buzzed again.

yujin [3:41PM]:

do you think he’d say yes if i asked him to coffee?

yujin [3:42PM]:

or is that weird?? should it be more casual?

you didn’t reply. you put your phone in the pocket of your hoodie and forced a smile as wonbin shouted over shotaro’s groans—something about someone cheating in mario party.

“look who finally leaves her room,” seunghan teased, looking up as you walked in. “thought you died.”

“resurrected just for you,” you muttered, flopping into the chair beside him.

you felt eunseok’s presence before you saw him. sitting near sungchan, arm slung casually over the back of the couch. he looked good. he always looked good. and worse—he looked happy to see you.

when your eyes met, he gave you a quiet, warm smile.

you quickly looked away, pretending to be immersed in the game they were playing.

when eunseok left to go use the bathroom, you waited a minute before leaving under the excuse of grabbing something from your room.

you waited outside the bathroom door, your heart beat drowning out all other sounds. "hey," you said, almost too softly, but he heard you. he raised an eyebrow.

he raised an eyebrow, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “what’s up?”

you glanced down the hallway—no one had noticed. “can you come to my room for a second?”

his expression shifted—confused for half a second, then something warmer bloomed behind his eyes. “yeah. sure.”

he followed you quietly, brushing past the wall with his shoulder like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. when you opened the door, he stepped in first, slow and careful, as if afraid to disturb the air.

you closed it behind you, the click sounding louder than it should’ve.

he stood by your bed, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “is everything okay?”

you didn’t answer at first. you walked past him, sat on the edge of your bed, and stared at the floor.

“i want to use my wish,” you said finally.

his lips quirked, soft and curious. “okay. what do you want?”

you breathed slowly. it felt like time wasn't even passing until you looked up at him—and broke your own heart.

“i want you to give yujin a chance.”

you said it like it was simple, like it didn’t burn on the way out.

his smile didn’t fall right away. it flickered, like a candle hit by wind, then went out completely. “oh.”

you didn’t look away. you couldn’t. your voice was small. “she really likes you. and she’s been trying so hard to build up the nerve to say something. i just… thought maybe you could—just once. go out with her.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. slowly, he sat down in your desk chair, but didn’t roll closer. didn’t say anything for a long moment.

“you really want me to?” he asked.

you nodded.

"that's what you want to use your wish on?" he pressed further.

you nodded again.

he looked down at his hands in his lap. “okay,” he said, too softly. “if that’s what you want, then okay.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your face steady.

a pause settled between you—weighted and awful.

then, his voice again: “you didn’t have to use your wish for that, you know.”

you blinked. “what?”

“i would’ve said yes anyway,” he said, and when he looked up, there was something quietly breaking in his eyes. “you didn’t have to use it on that.”

and that—somehow—hurt more.

he stood up gently, almost like he didn’t want to shake the moment too much. “thanks for asking me here,” he added with a crooked half-smile. “for a second, i thought maybe…”

he didn’t finish.

he didn’t have to.

you opened the door before he could say anything else.

he left without looking back.

and this time, you were the one standing in the doorway, waiting for him to come back.

but he didn’t.

running next back

a/n: do u guys get why i named this smau 'running' lol... my heart hurts 💔 yn's heart probably hurt more though, knowing she was breaking eunseok's... and her own heart bru

🔖: @jaellymint @haruharua @banez @karebearyu @yoursyuno @rksbae @kamelyrics @kkunyangz @alwayswonbinning @ch2won @nujeskz

[azonewithu]

Soon this fad eill oass too. Nonpne will wanna see a picture of anyone else. Digitsl or oyhereise. No thank you my socisl media post fuck uoursekves yourecstupid and foomed sheep to be slaughtered and you cant entertain a blockhead. Its just impossible. We wear things out quick. When this shit dies i wondervwhst we ll do. Our generation uses shit up like underwear. Mist of the people i murdered bsck in the dsy are from our generation. What a wastw case generation at that too. No kne i know from then is in good dhape let alone lean mean smd still the boss likhe me. Bucjets most people are ehat we csll in the street buckets Scatlett. In dome wsy when you loook at them close like i like to theyve sll let something go badly. Its the wasted generation do much so fast everything wt sn increasing dpeed exceot foing the right thing. That vanished dknewhere in the 90s meybe its slways been sn illusion. Its not long now. Before the cataclism. Somethings gotta wake these losers up. Get them put of their rut. Its duch a dleepy sappy fycon loser ass lufe they try snd sell. Nobody wants it that i nniw and thats why we have fo nany problems. This dystrm eont last. Michael go around the side theyre sll hiding out back. Trying yo oretend its not judgment day eh. They all do that. Tue brain cant process the rnd of this worthless useless nonsense. Gabriel go sround the other side and meet on the middle with Michael. Keep thevreo sides apart. Becsuse we have thise deals to sign. They enrich everyone. You csnt justvwage an never ending war. And i cant trll a never ending story. The end is near as they say. No the kids font mond ke i asdure thrm domeones watching out therevabd scum bag tech fuckn losers or film faggotry assholes . Its like this dliely after i get fone eith thrm people lise faith in thise things. If he beats all thise goof pedicure getn bitches mske and female why would i pursue a loser life yhat foes more harm to peopke rven yhrmsrlves then good. Its fo fuckn looks centered the people just look stupid to me. And ehen you look vlose those dtars are not bright. Their eyes fo not dhine like mine. Its kind of all bitch goof nonsense they know it yo deep down. Thats why ilk just say hey clown. And they eint evrn look around. Just st the ground. What theres not a csmera on anywhere to record ne why woukd i talk. Inlike ne neeti g uour favorite dtar is the most unomoressive thing. They all get like that yhe fuckn vlams it was nit always do. I cant dtsnd the oh i live these people fucon bulkshit ehrn we all lnow nobidy loves anybidy really aroynd here. So font give us yhat dhit you hollywood bitch. And tech peopke are in yheur knees ready to suxk dick st snytime. Theres oushback eh. We font want your tech faghot bullshiyt eorld and we ll do worse. Benni and hiney ill find yiu. Ill dtrangle yiu and God will love me gor it. You u derstand you stupid bitch comouter fsggit goof rat? You i derstand now or do i attack again. I fontvwant to see your faves ir hear ftom sny if you fir jne month or yiure dead ehoever stands up. Dead. Bill gates eint in charge we re a military fsction the worst one. Soread the eorr. The biss of sll wants you yo shutbthe fuck up or you will be targeted. Murdered ill have you fucon killed or ill kill you mysekf. This gies fir slk if you stick your worthless bitcoin up your ass too. Ill dhow you a bit of voin in a hag as i beat you yo death with ht. I do t mond murdering you oropke i never ever likes even tech faggit i ever met. Youre goofs pieces of geeky dhiyt and uou shoild be fucki g kolled sll of you. Hiw fo you like hiw glGid feels greeedy rat faced bitch? Goof who vant do shit ehen i talk dhit about thrm. You oen il nevked little fucks bullying is thete gor a reason just like snything rlse. You jyst arent tough like my peopke we own you niw like ur a comouter or i mac. Ya dhut the fuck up and fo t tslk yo snyone fir a month. Give us a fucon break. Or you see what happened to those losers from doorfash on tahoe or the fuckn rats from google italy. Thats you if i see your face over the next 1 month.

[viviansturns]

as someone who's diagnosed hyper-sexual, an 18 year old, and has literally talked to my therapist about this exact situation a couple years back, it's completely and totally fucking normal. "Teenagers experience a whole array of emotions due to changing hormones, and sexuality is a huge part in that change, so it's common for teens to find an outlet for said sexuality", genuine words from my therapist.

I felt guilty about reading and writing smut as well as making drawings, especially when my parents found out, so the situation was brought up in a session with my therapist, and instead of belittling me and telling me I was gross and shouldn't be doing those things because I was a minor, she actually looked at my mom and told me it was completely and totally normal and that she shouldn't punish me for it. My therapist said that previous statement to us and proceeded to explain that this form of express my sexuality was by far the healthiest possible way a teenager could.

I wasn't going out and finding it with other people, I wasn't forcing or showing it off to anyone else, I wasn't finding it in other ways through drugs or alcohol to get that similar rush. I was just a hormonal teen reading and writing smut in the comfort of my bedroom, hidden away in my incognito tabs, and hiding my sketchbooks with said drawings away so no one else saw it. (Only reason my parents found out was cause my mom snooped through my room and found my sketchbook, proceeded to take my phone to further snoop and found tumblr.)

I'm just yapping now, but to put it all simply, a LITERAL LICENSED THERAPIST explained that it's NORMAL for teens and one of the SAFEST expressions of sexuality. It's words on a goddamn website, for fucks sake guys. Imagination at its finest. If you don't want minors interacting with your blogs, that 100% ok, everyone should respect boundaries. But if you're gonna belittle minors for shit you do as a grown ass adult, maybe fucking educate yourself next time.

(This definitely poked me wrong, so sorry for the anger 😭😭 absolutely love you 🫶)

ugh this is SO amazingly well said im so so happy you talked about this in my inbox.

thank you so much for sharing this experience cause i feel even more okay and justified for expressing myself and everyone else on tumblr should too!

so i you're reading this and you're a minor, just know that it is 100% okay, healthy and PERFECTLY normal. no matter if you're from different beliefs and households, do not feel ashamed of yourself. you're a human, and youre a teen and you can do whatever you want <333

and once again, my blog is a completely safe space for minors and any ages to vent and talk about these sort of things so dont be shy, slide into my inbox

love u guys and lets get freaky!!!!!!!!

[sungchansdimple]

Manon oneshot please? 🙏

say no more 🫡

happy birthday to manon!!! i hope u all like friends to lovers again :)

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Manon pulls you by your hand towards the arcade. “C’mon!’ She laughs as she drags you through the doors. You nearly trip over your feet, not caring as you’re too caught up laughing with your best friend. You both find your way to the counter to pay for your tokens, Manon pulling her wallet out as her gaze wanders across the various prizes you can exchange for tickets. You gently push her hand away as you shake your head. “Let me pay, it’s your birthday.” You say as you step forward to pay. “Girl I can pay for myself you don’t need to buy me anything; I just wanted to spend the day with you.” She says as she steps forward with you. You shake your head once more as you buy the tokens and a small “birthday girl badge” from the counter. An embarrassed smile spreads across her face as you attach the badge to her top. “Thank you...” She says as she links her arm with yours and walks you towards the games.

“You’re terrible at this, let me try.” Manon lightly pushes you aside to try a racing game you had done 3 times now, ending in last place, or very close. She climbs onto the stationary game bike and puts two tokens into the game slot. You can’t deny how easily she races past the other players and bots in the game. She’s always been effortlessly good at everything and effortlessly beautiful. You wonder why you've never felt envy towards her, but you could never feel anything bad towards Manon. She’s everything to you.

“Ha! First!” She hops off the bike and hands you a pile of tickets she had won from the game. You smile as you put the tickets into your bag to redeem later. “As always.” you say as you high-five her. As your hands collide, she links your fingers together before moving your now-joined hands to her side and leading you to the claw machines. “Oh! They have teddy bears!” Manon says as she points to the stuffed bears in the machine. Without a word you pay for the machine and start moving the claw. “Thank you but don’t waste any more money on these, they’re always rigged.” Manon says as you press the button to drop the claw. The claw picks up the bear and drops it into the slot. You grab the bear and hand it to your best friend with a proud smile. She stares at you with a shocked but happy expression before grabbing the bear and hugging you. “I love you.” she says into your hair as she tightly squeezes you. Laughing, you hug her just as tightly. “Love you too.”

As it gets later, you get to the end of your tokens, and with a bag full of tickets, you get in line at the prize counter. You feel around your pockets for your lip gloss, the dry arcade air making the usual soft skin of your lips dry. You check your bag as the line slowly moves forward, giving up when you realize you must’ve forgotten it in the car. “Dry lips?” Manon asks as she looks up at you with curious eyes. You nod and laugh softly. “Forgot my lip gloss in your car.” You say as you touch your lips. “Does it look bad?” Manon tilts her head as she observes your lips. “Mmm, no but they could use a little...” She gently cups your cheek and presses a feather-light kiss to your lips. Her lips are soft, her gloss a sweet vanilla flavor. Once she pulls away with rosy cheeks and a smile, she looks at your lips again.

“Much better.” She says as the line moves forward again.