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#Watch; I bet in a few months or so someone from the show is gonna say some dumb thing about 'it's modern times and we empower women'
childofaura · 1 year
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OK THE SONIC PRIME TRAILER DROPPED AND THIS IS GONNA BE A GOOFY CRITICISM BUT-
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ROUGE.
THEY COVERED UP ROUGE AND I HATE IT. THEY DID MY GIRL DIRTY.
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DAMMIT, THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH HER OUTFIT!!!
Look I know this is something really dumb for me to be mad over and Sonic Prime still looks great. But we’re seeing a clear notion from the showrunners that they think Rouge’s OG outfit, her iconic look, is inappropriate. Like... they literally covered her whole body up, and I hate that. That little bit of skin she showed wasn’t bad, I didn’t grow up to be some degenerate because Rouge had a little cleavage showing. It especially bugs me because clearly no one else got any kind of costume revamp.
Also the costume is ugly as hell, it’s got no flair besides some slapped on heart buckles on the folds of her boots! Could they not have compromised and at least gone with her Heroes outfit?
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bonny-kookoo · 6 months
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Jungkook
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Mistakes
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Jungkook knew from the first look at your eyes, that you'd be the biggest mistake he'll ever make.
Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Smut, car sex, protected sex, no strings attached, big dick!Jungkook, implied size kink, very mild Dom!Kook undertones, oral (m. receiving), sugar daddy!Jungkook vibes but only in a joking manner
Length: 7k words (oops)
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Jeon Jungkook doesn't really attend parties- typically.
But this time, for this occasion, he can't really pull himself out- he's got to at least show up for a moment, be there and present, before he can call it a night and go home. It's not like he hates his coworkers or employees most of all- he's just not that good at socializing, and never really was.
He's learned to be alone, and now he's too good at it.
A lot of the people in the hall, he doesn't know. That's probably because he's allowed people to bring a plus-one, so most of the people here are couples, which makes the whole situation just so much worse. "You could at least try and appear like you're having fun, you know?" Taehyung laughs, standing closer to his coworker now, a drink in hand. "It's not that bad." He tries to lighten the mood, but Jungkook just rolls his eyes.
"It's not even been an hour and I already want to go." He sighs.
"Why not leave then?" Tae wonders, sipping his non-alcoholic drink, since he's gonna have to drive home later, his wife currently conversing with other coworkers. "Oh, right, because Namjoon-"
"God don't remind me." Jungkook mumbles, shaking his head as he sips his whiskey. "I can't believe I lost that bet." He growls to himself, watching how someone seems to struggle with choosing the right food at the buffet, plate still empty even after several minutes. You look young, or maybe you're just short- he's not sure, but what he is sure about is that you do not work for him or his company- at least not in the same building. He would've noticed you, just like he does right now.
"I think she's Yoongi's plus-one? Or at least he drove here with her together.." Taehyung mumbles, having spotted his friend watching you.
"She looks young." Jungkook mumbles. "And I thought Yoongi was seeing the secretary we hired a few months ago?" He wonders, finally letting his eyes leave you alone, form-fitting dress very complimenting to your body, not too revealing, but still somewhat teasing.
Taunting him, almost.
"Oh, he does! Namjoon caught them making out in Yoongi's office last week." Taehyung laughs. "She's probably just a friend." He shrugs.
A friend, huh?
"Maybe something for you though?" Taehyung jokes. "I mean, I think I saw her drinking earlier, so she's at least of legal age." He laughs, making Jungkook cringe at him. He doesn't really find this whole joke funny- not at all, but Taehyung is right when it comes to Jungkook having a.. severe lack of company these past few years. Only occasionally does he have some sex without any strings attached- never brings anybody home however, refuses to cling to someone.
He's divorced anyways. Most women don't really find that very appealing.
Maybe he can have some simple company this time as well, nothing serious at all- it's been a while, after all, and everyone's an adult here, no matter the age difference. As long as he communicates it properly, there's no reason not to at least converse with you.
So he does indeed approach you, finding you still at the buffet, barely anything on your plate at all.
"Too much to choose from?" He wonders next to you, and he realizes the huge mistake he's made when approaching you the second you lift your head to look at him.
The lights reflect in your eyes like mirrors, minimal makeup perfectly enhancing your features, lips shiny with the most sinful shade of lipgloss this world probably has to offer. He's a goner, right away, lost in the sight of you, as if he's been thrown into the deep end of a pool so cold that it freezes his muscles, making him sink down to the bottom like a stone.
"Oh, no.." You answer, looking back at all the foods. "I have a shellfish allergy, so I'm not sure what I can eat.." You mumble, one hand having reached up to play with the sparkling pink gemstone hanging around your neck.
His mouth feels dry for a second, before he catches himself.
"Here." He mentions, pointing at some small numbers near the names of the foods on the small cards. "Those small numbers, the three right there is for shellfish." He offers, pointing towards a different card close by where the numbers are explained.
"Oh! Thank you so much, I hate contact lenses!" You laugh to yourself. "I usually wear glasses, but I wanted to look pretty.." You giggle, putting some food onto your plate now.
"I'm sure nothing can ruin a face like that." He flirts without truly thinking about it- making you visibly blush, trying to contain a smile.
"I appreciate the compliment…?" You wonder, and Jungkook knows, he's probably about to make another, grave mistake.
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He introduces himself, and you tell him your name in return, smiling oh-so devastatingly beautiful.
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His plan was absolutely not to explore what might be beneath that pretty dress of yours- and it seems like that might stay that way despite his length inside you.
You're moving your hips in ways that makes him dizzy, mind clouded with lust as you bounce up and down, hands on your back the only thing helping you avoid accidentally hitting the steering wheel. He's pushed the seat back as far as it goes, but you can never be too sure- he wouldn't want you to honk and draw attention to the surely shaking vehicle in the darkened parking lot.
The condom had been pure luck- he's not a fan of pulling out, so if it hadn't been there in the glove box of his car, he probably would've had to awkwardly call it quits before anything really happened at all. It's not like you both instantly were at each other's throats the moment you left the gathering- he simply offered to drive you home instead of Yoongi, who'd wanted to stay a little longer, while you complained about feeling tired. And in his car, you'd talked- casually so, something clicking, as he's now got you on his lap, bouncing on his dick like he's not experienced in quite some time now.
He feels a bit bad. Despite making sure that you know this is nothing but a casual fuck, it still feels a little odd to him. He doesn't like things like these- it feels like he's using you, and he's not a fan of such situations.
Though he can't deny that you feel absolutely divine.
The rain is heavy outside, pushing against the car's windows from all sides, drowning out the otherwise rather obscene sounds coming from between your bodies. Your hands are on his shoulders, fingers gripping his muscles beneath the fabric of his formal button-up. He refuses to kiss you, can't find it in him to do it, and you accept it, instead treating it as detached as you can, simply chasing your high as you fuck yourself on his twitching length.
He feels good. Thick, able to reach far inside you, but not enough to hurt.
The way he holds you is nice too- not too strong of a grip, only enough to guide you, keep you moving, keep you going. He's not big on dirty talk, isn't over the top with anything, and it almost feels like he's treating you like a woman, and not some chick he's met at a party. There's a certain sense of respect he's offering you that gives you confidence, makes you feel powerful for once even though he's clearly setting the pace.
This is something you don't usually get to have. Someone taking you seriously.
"You close?" He asks out of breath, avoiding your eyes, rather looking at your lips, though never moving into action. A limit he's set, and a limit he follows, he's clearly a man that doesn't wildly change his mind on the fly. Though, considering who he is, and where he is in life, he probably has had enough time to be untamed and wild already. You faintly wonder if he's ever been in a long-term relationship. Yoongi hasn't really talked about him much.
Neither have you asked. You've seen him, once or twice- but a man like that is out of range for you.
You nod when he grips your behind, reminding you quietly of his question, hips stuttering as he takes over, helping you move to chase his own orgasm right after yours. You're a bit overly sensitive, but you push through it just to see him clench his jaw, eyes closing as he groans out in relief, cum spurting into the condom inside you.
It's suddenly over, and not even your evening breaths can mask the slight awkwardness that's filling the car.
One of his hands keeps you close, though you have to lean against him a bit as to not move your hips too much as he reaches for something from the glovebox, plastic wrap of the small pack of tissues making a distinctive sound. "You okay?" He asks you, and you nod, now having switched places apparently as you avoid his face entirely.
You rather move a bit weirdly to accept the tissue offered, lifting your hips to awkwardly wipe yourself down, before pulling up your underwear and climbing back into the passenger seat, where you clean the inside of your thighs while he discards the condom from his length with a slight hiss of sensitivity.
You never really know what to say. You don't actually do this often- this is only the second time you've ever hooked up with anyone like this, and it's just as weird as the first time.
"Thank you, by the way." He offers, taking the challenge away from you as he puts the tied up condom in the tissue to discard it at home later. "Let me drive a bit closer to the building, just so you don't get too wet." He says, pulling his seat back into proper position before he starts the car.
Such a gentleman- You're a little disappointed. But only mildly so. Will you even stay in his mind?
Probably not.
You're way too young for a man like him, who most likely wants a proper woman in his life instead of a.. instead of you. You're not even sure where you are at in life- neither a woman nor a girl, somewhere in between, floating, unsure, neither and both. You know however for a fact that you'll remember him- probably for quite a while, before the memory will fade into nothing but a glimpse.
"There we go." Jungkook says, stopping the car very much in front of your apartment building, sideways so that you can run right into the main hall. "Please remember to text Yoongi, okay?" He reminds you. "He might be worried otherwise." He smiles kindly, and you nod, a bit forced, grabbing your light coat and your handbag. "And.. I enjoyed it. Very much so." He makes sure to tell you, making you nod a bit shy.
"I.. uhm, I'm glad." You nod, awkwardly, causing him to chuckle.
"Now go hurry inside before the rain starts again." He urges, making you nod dumbly once more before you open the car door, running inside the apartment building after closing the door.
And he drives off, back home, where nothing waits for him but the humming fridge and a cold, empty bed.
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Daehyun can be a little spoiled, but other than that, he's a well behaved kid for his age.
He loves staying at your place, though his questions on when you'll be getting another dog after your first passed away a year ago are sometimes a bit stinging to your heart. He's a child, obviously- he doesn't understand the hurt that can settle in your soul after losing such an important piece of your life, so you can't blame him for moving on a lot quicker than you.
He's too young to understand that yet.
"Uncle Yoongi has a cat now!" Daehyun tells you as he builds the lego set with you, his small hands having some difficulty here and there, but he's a quick learner, and a good improviser. "But he said I can't play with her, because she's a girl-cat, and girl-cats don't like playing." He explains, pouting a bit as he uses all his strength to pull two pieces apart again.
"Well, I think she's just be a little nervous still." You reassure the boy. "You know, she just moved into a new home. Things might be a little scary to her." You explain, and Daehyun nods.
"I only pet her a bit." Daehyun tells you. "Appa said we're gonna get a dog soon though!" He says with excitement, making you smile.
"That's nice." You agree, helping him pull some bricks apart. You like having the little boy over at your place- it makes you feel both like a grown person, and also like a child at the same time. Daehyun doesn't judge your vast collections of stuffed animals and lego sets- he only sees you as the nice aunt, a big sister, a friend of his dad where he stays over at often whenever work gets in the way and takes away most of Taehyung's attention. Just like this weekend- Taehyung having needed someone to look after the boy, Dae's mother constantly equally without any time. You're not sure how long that marriage is gonna last with her refusing to step back at least a little to properly take care of her own child, and with Taehyung's growing frustration over the situation.
You hope the poor boy won't get caught up in the crossfire. That would just be awful.
Hours later, all the toys put away, your doorbell rings, giving you the clue that someone must be now here to pick the young boy up. Probably either Jimin or Yoongi- but when you open the door, it's neither of them, but a casually dressed Jungkook, hands in his slacks as your gaze gets caught on the slightly unbuttered shirt that's tucked into the pants, LY-labeled belt buckle accentuating his rather slim waist.
What the fuck.
"Oh- uh, come inside." You offer, stepping aside to let him in, Daehyun quickly running up to Jungkook, who mirrors the excitement of the young boy as he squats down to hug him. You let them both have their moment, instead walking around to collect all of Dae's things, checking twice to make sure he didn't forget anything, as you text Taehyung to make sure the man is really supposed to take the boy with him.
He is, which makes you a bit upset. Taehyung could've told you before.
When you walk back inside the living room area, Dae is currently busy showing Jungkook a stuffed animal- a gift from Jimin a year ago, modeled after your dog as a keepsake. "He was suuuper big, and really nice!" Dae beams up at the man. "He always ate ice cubes, but-" the small boy inspects the stuffed animal a little, lips pouting. "-Noona said he was really old, so he went to sleep." He offers, and Jungkook seems to realize what the stuffed toy might actually be.
"Let's put him back on the table then, yeah?" He offers, a hand with faint ink taking the toy from the smaller hands of the boy to place it back next to the picture frame of your dog and the collar on the tiny table near the door where he used to sleep. "So he can sleep well." He explains, making Dae nod. When you make your presence finally known, Jungkook removes the hand, heavy watch on his wrist faintly hitting the edge of the table for a second, as he watches how you help the small boy into his jacket.
You're a little confusing.
"Alright." You say after successfully getting Daehyun to put on his shoes. "Theres- uhm, there's a, wait, I'll show you.." You say, moving to pull a little folder out of one of the bags packed. "This one, please make sure Taehyung sees this. It's Daehyun's homework, and he really needs to do them this time." You emphasize. "Just make sure he actually looks inside at least once.." You sigh, putting the bright red folder back into the bag.
"I'll make sure." Jungkook accepts, taking the bag from you. "Anything else?" he wonders, and you refuse any eye contact, instead shaking your head to hug Daehyun goodbye as you bring him and Jungkook to your front door.
"Noona, you gotta hug Jungkookie too!" Dae says, surprising you with his lack of formality when addressing his father's friend- but you don't question it.
And admittedly, Jungkook is fairly surprised when you do in fact reach out to hug him goodbye, though very formal. It's still.. oddly nice, you don't seem to wear perfume but rather rely on your scented bodywash, which smells very good to him. This is weird. Why is he getting such feelings of comfort for a simple hug with nothing attached to it?
And why is he kind of disappointed when it ends far too quickly?
But it gets worse in the car, because Daehyun has clearly gotten the wrong message entirely. "Noona doesn't have a boyfriend." He says from the backseat where Jungkook has placed the booster seat he's gotten from Taehyung in cases like these where he has to pick up the young boy. "And appa said you don't have a girlfriend." He says, making Jungkook nod and hum a reply. "Noona is really pretty." He giggles. Jungkook cant help but chuckle along.
"She is." He agrees, because he won't lie about that. You are very pretty in his opinion, though he can only really judge you mostly by looks alone. "Did you have fun? I heard you were there the whole weekend." He tries to steer the conversation away, but the young boy clearly doesn't get the message.
"Noona can cook really well!" He praises. "She always makes me my favorite, and then we watch tv in our 'jamas." He says, and Jungkook has to imagine you both probably bundled up in blankets on the small couch you have, watching kid's shows until the poor boy falls asleep.
Domestic. Do you like children? Want your own in the future, maybe?
"Jungkookie?" Dae asks, and Jungkook hums a reply, telling the kid he's listening. "Do you like Noona?" He wonders.
"I don't know her that much, dae. But she seems nice." He offers instead, trying to evade the interrogation of the small boy.
"Do you like drinking?" Dae wonders. "Like, the stuff appa says I can't have?" He asks, and Jungkook grows a bit weary. Why exactly would the young boy ask something like that?
"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" He asks the boy, who seems to deflate now.
"Then you can't be friends with Noona." He complains.
"Why not?" Jungkook wonders.
"Because, the guy noona liked for a while always got mean when he was drinking that stuff." Dae complains, looking out the window. "I was never allowed to play at noona's house when he was there. He really liked that stuff that smells bad, but it made noona upset." He says.
Jungkook tenses up a bit. "Was he ever-, how was he mean to you?" Jungkook wonders.
"He always told noona to do things for him, and never let her play with me." He huffs. "And Yogi didn't like him too, because he always had to stay in his bed." He complains. Jungkook assumes the boy is probably talking about the dog.
Jungkook doesn't know how to ask what he wants to ask. It doesn't concern him at all- after all, it seems like you're no longer together with that guy, so he shouldn't pry. But something makes him worry- deep down, he's awfully wary, since he now realizes you did indeed not even touch any alcohol at the party at all- the drink Taehyung had seen you hold non-alcoholic. How bad must the relationship have been? You might not have a fear of men, but you're clearly affected by the past, it seems like.
"Did.." no. He shouldn't be asking that. It's none of his business.
"Do you get mean too when you drink?" Dae wants to know. "Appa only gets really sleepy." He giggles. Jungkook laughs along. Taehyung truly does only get horribly tired whenever he drinks- and he knows for a fact that he never gets drunk when he has to take care of the boy alone, so he's not at all alarmed by those words.
"No, I don't get mean." Jungkook answers. "I don't really drink a lot of it, so it only makes me feel a bit silly." He offers as an explanation, and Dae nods.
"Then, maybe Noona won't mind." He says, causing Jungkook to chuckle, shaking his head.
"Why do you want Noona to like me so much?" He wonders, and at that, Taehyung's son becomes excited.
"Because, then my favorite people like each other!" He exclaims. "And that's really cool. Then we can have sleepovers together, and you can help me get a new dog for noona!" He says. "She's really sad that Yogi sleeps now. I think she's lonely." He whines.
"We can have sleepovers anyways, dae." He laughs.
"But, appa told eomma, that you need someone you like." He huffs. Jungkook reminds himself to scold his friend at a later date. "Because you're not happy now, and you're lonely. And noona's lonely too." He offers.
Luckily, Jungkook escapes any further questioning as he finally reaches Taehyung's apartment, ready to drop the young boy off.
The whole conversation not leaving him at all the entire rest of the day, as he realizes he forgot to show Taehyung the folder.
Crap. This is your fault.
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It's been weeks- and apart from rubbing one out to the remaining memories of you in his car, he's not really thought much about you at all.
He's seen you on occasion here and there at the grocery store or a coffee shop, which made him realize that you've always been right under his nose but he just never knew who you were, but you two don't really have had any actual conversations anymore.
There's no reason for it.
He now knows that you're actually the part-time nanny Taehyung used to have a few years back, when you apparently had just been fighting to find a new job to keep your apartment and not get kicked out for not being able to pay rent. Back then, Taehyung and his wife had been living separated for a bit after a pretty bad fight- so the father had needed someone to take some weight off his shoulders, and help with the small child who couldn't even talk yet. You helped raise Daehyun basically, more or less- and, according to Taehyung, it shows.
The young boy has a strong sense of justice, and shares everything he has happily- something that he's learned from you. It makes some odd things make sense now to Jungkook as well- how Dae has some habits that seem very unique, but also too specific to have been developing all on their own. The child holds the front of his shirt a lot- something Jungkook noticed you do in a similar way as well, whenever you think of something.
Today, it's Daehyun's birthday. And Jungkook is sure, that the young boy probably demanded that both jungkook and you had to be there.
And he's right.
The minute he enters Taehyung's penthouse, he spots you sitting on the floor with the child, who's currently trying to read his own birthday card to you, before he spots him in the doorway. You look pretty, yet again. No makeup it seems like, and he can't say that you need it. You obviously don't, eyes still sparkling dangerously, smile still as lethal as ever as you wave a little bit before getting up.
You're dressed comfortably. He likes the sight of it- the casual dress you wear not too short to be scandalous, but short enough to tease him with the skin of your legs, hidden beneath a sheer pantyhose. Or?
No. There's an upper hem of lace- those are just stockings.
"Jungkookie, appa said you'll drive noona home today?" Dae says, now held up on Jungkook's hip, as he looks at Taehyung who laughs.
"Dae, I said I'm gonna ask him if he can drive her home!" He scolds gently. "Hey- sorry, he just runs with whatever he hears." The father tells him, and Jungkook just smiles, shaking his head.
"I can drive her home, no worries." He simply affirms. "It's no problem."
"Taehyung I told you I can go home by myself!" You whine, and Jungkook is intrigued by this seemingly new side of you. He knows you as a little shy, soft spoken, polite. You always greet him when you see him, and you've talked a little bit in his car weeks back- but then again, you only know each other on a very surface level.
He wonders what you're really like.
"And I said you're not driving alone when you're sick." Taehyung threatens, dad-voice coming through as he attempts to push through your clearly stubborn behavior, and Jungkook can't help but watch intently as your eyes roll around, attitude clear as you don't take your friend seriously at all.
"Noona is gonna be a mommy!" Daehyun blurts out to Jungkook, and for a split second, his entire body freezes, blood cooling down to the negatives, bones filling with fear.
He wore a condom- but what if something happened? What if it leaked? Was that even possible? He's not against becoming a father, absolutely not- but he'd like to have a proper relationship for that, a stable one, not something like this.
"Daehyun!" You scold with red cheeks, and Taehyung runs a hand over his face. "Appa just asked me if I was, I'm not!" You whine embarrassed, sighing. "Oh god, guys, please! I'm an adult woman, I'm not sick, I can go home by myself." You complain, walking into the kitchen, presumably to escape the pressuring situation.
"She threw up earlier, that's why I asked her. Dae must've heard me." Taehyung says, after averting his son's attention back to the TV in the living room, where his favorite show plays. "She refuses to see a doctor for it. But you look like you've seen a ghost-" Taehyung teases, before his eyes sharpen. "…could it be that the mention of her becoming a mommy made you worry?" He pokes, and Jungkook furrows his brows, averts eye contact. "Holy shit, you two!?" He hisses, and Jungkook groans.
"Shut up, it was nothing." He simply says, while Taehyung's eyes widen in a scandalized manner.
"Nothing?! Jungkook, where is that nothing?" He argues, surprisingly sternly. "I'll drive her home."
"You're acting like I forced myself onto her-" Jungkook sighs, but Taehyung shakes his head. "Taehyung, you heard her. She's an adult woman, she can decide things herself." Jungkook defends you. "I'll drive her home, and I'll text you once she's dropped off." He says, before he walks into the kitchen where you're filling up a glass with water.
"Oh god that was embarrassing." You whine into your hands, before you shake your head. "He acts as if I'm dying any second whenever something's up." You mumble, drinking from your glass. He can see you're a bit less energetic- hand a bit shaky as you drink.
"He worries." Jungkook offers, leaning against the counter next to the fridge, across from you. "And you should go see a doctor if you don't feel well." He scolds, and yet again, you roll your eyes.
"And you should try and work on your facial expressions, mister." You huff. "I could see the panic a mile away when Dae said I'm pregnant." You bite, making him tilt his head a little "Either way, I'm fine. I can't afford to call in sick right now or my landlord will kick me out the minute my rent is late again." You laugh a little bitterly, finishing your water before you rinse the glass in the sink.
"Do you not get paid a regular salary each month?" He wonders. You shake your head.
"I do, but it's the monthly bonus that keeps me afloat." You explain. "And I only get that one if I'm not sick and bring appropriate numbers to the table." You sigh. "My landlord just searches for a reason to kick me out, I'm sure." You mumble as you dry your hands.
"How come?" Jungkook asks.
"I didn't want to go out with the guy." You shrug, not looking at him. "I like older men, but sixty? No thanks.." You huff, turning around to look at a smug looking Jungkook, his arms crossed.
"Would've never guessed." He tells you in a cocky manner, and you cross your arms to mirror his position in an exagerated manner.
"I would've probably let you screw me if you were younger too." You respond.
"Oh?" He raises his brows. This is oddly fun. "Were you that needy?" He teases, and suddenly, your eyes soften quite a bit, scaring him.
"No." You shake your head. "Guess you were just that charming." You shrug.
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"If your job pays that awful, why not change it?" Jungkook wonders as he maneuvers out the parking lot, leaving Taehyung's home behind after Daehyun had gone to bed.
You shrug.
"I'm lucky I got accepted in this one." You say. You're tired- it's obvious to him. "I dropped out of school too early. Now I'm facing the consequences- and honestly, it's not that bad either. I get by, and it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice." You offer.
"Do you not have any ambitions?" He asks, relaxed now that he knows you're not one to be overly sensitive when it comes to more personal topics like that. You don't try to read between the lines where there's most of the time nothing at all to find.
"Its not like I don't have any ambitions." You respond, neither denying nor confirming. "It's more that I realized some of those ambitions were.. unrealistic. So I instead pursued what was." You shrug. "Nothing too deep. It's.. part of growing up, I guess." You explain.
Growing up. Talking to you, right now, truly does remind him of that. Almost two hands between you both in years, but you're awfully matured in the way you think at its core. You just have a softer shell around it, your opinions can still move, your mind still has some sort of wiggle room.
His doesn't. He makes decisions and sticks by them, most of the time. He doesn't like change, he enjoys his routine, keeps everything in order most of the time- until now.
Because you're definitely a decision he keeps bending around.
"How much is your rent?" Jungkook asks, and you look at him from where you're leaning against the car's window, an amused expression on your face.
"Why? You wanna be my sugar-daddy?" You joke, and he shrugs, much to your surprise.
"I don't care what you call it." He simply says. "But if it get's you to take some time and take care of your health, I can take care of a month's rent." He offers.
"I don't like that." You respond.
"I know." He laughs. "I've come to learn that you don't like accepting help. But it's something you can't avoid at times." He explains to you. "I'm just offering help. Whether or not you take it, is up to you." He shrugs.
"Why would you do that?" You wonder, suspicious.
"Because Taehyung worries about you. And Daehyun would be terribly upset if something was to happen to you." He admits. "I don't know you well enough to say that I'm doing this for you- so I'll be honest. I do this mostly for them." He says.
You nod. You like this- that he's actually telling the truth, instead of trying to woo you into something.
"Alright." You sigh, tired. "I'll.. text you?" You wonder, and he nods.
"I have your number from Taehyung already." He chuckles. "I just didn't have a reason to reach out yet." He admits.
You just nod, eyes falling shut for longer he notices.
You must be working hard if you're this exhausted. He really hopes you'll take care of yourself after he helps you sort everything out.
Hopefully his help is enough.
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He's lost control over the situation. How can this happen a second time?
He's been texting you these past few days, especially after you've finally took some time off of work to sort out your doctor's visits, having received some medication to finally help you resolve your issues.
He's not sure why he keeps coming back to you. And he's especially not sure how the hell he managed to get himself caught up in a situation like this twice, especially after Taehyung had been clearly upset about the first time.
There's something about you he can't really pin-point. It's both scary, and exciting.
You're kneeling on a small heart-shaped pillow from your small couch, hands occupied and slicked up with your own spit as you caress his length, head of it warm inside your mouth as you lick and suck. You've offered, and he assumed it to be a joke- but the moment you got down between his legs, all of his usual control over things went out the window. He might appear to be the one in charge, right in this moment, but he's truly at your mercy.
It makes him anxious. This shouldn't be happening.
But he can't deny the appeal of you taking care of him so well- it feels scarily intimate to have you between his legs like this, eyes closed as you seem to enjoy yourself, mostly due to his own hand reaching out to run his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face and taking the chance to offer some form of affection before he collects your hair in his fist for a second, long sigh escaping him as he feels the tip of your tongue push against the head of his cock, dipping into the small point, before you adjust your legs, letting go of him for just a second to lick from the base to the very tip once more.
You're a succubus, hidden behind a pretty face and sinful body.
He's not sure what your motivation is, hasn't really figured it out for the first time either. There's this little devil on his shoulder constantly urging him to accept your advances and let himself go, but the angel is louder, and keeps on feeding him doubts about the whole thing. He's consumed by his work, he doesn't have time for you, he can't offer you what you might want from a relationship. He doesn't even know if he himself is ready for something like that- he knows he should be, considering how long ago his divorce had been finished, but it's still odd to think about it. He's scarred by what went down, and doesn't want to go through this again.
He can handle being hated by one person he used to love. He wouldn't be able to have two doing the same.
It made him wonder if he's even someone worthy of having a relationship. Does he have enough to offer you that's not physical or monetary? No. He doesn't have time, he's awkward as hell, he doesn't like parties and rather enjoys laid back vacations somewhere no one knows him- if he even takes one at all. He wants a quiet life-
A quiet life?
'it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice.'
Maybe it's your hands on his cock, the back of your tongue over his tip, or the way your fingers suddenly move to massage his balls just right- but he's facing this horribly ironic moment of both pleasure and realization at the same time as his cum shoots into your mouth, lips sealed over the head to suck him for all he's got. His hand keeps pushing your head, fingers digging into your hair, and you moan quietly at the faint sting of it.
His head rests back on your couch. His hand loosens, letting you go, while his eyes stay closed, breath deep and uneven as he tries to calm himself. He doesn't even realize how you tuck him back into his underwear as he softens, though you leave the fly and belt untouched, instead moving to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
You wait. For what? You're not sure.
"I.." He starts, taking in a deep breath, a hand through his hair trying to sort him out again. "..you.."
"Was it good?" You wonder almost innocently, watching him amused.
He nods. "Very." He simply answers, brain dumb. He hates this.
"Nice." You smile, before you move to put the little pillow back on the couch. "Do you wanna.. leave right now? Or stay for coffee?" You wonder, treating this all way more casual than he is. He's not sure what to do. But he knows you need to talk about this.
"Can you come here for a second?" He asks, and you nod, putting down the mug you got out of the pantry, making your way over to him to sit on the couch next to him. "I hope you know this isn't.. needed. I honestly just wanted to help you out with rent." He urges, and you nod.
"I know." You say, making him feel a bit lighter. "Was that.. not something you wanted?" You worry, but he shakes his head.
"I'm.. I'll have to be honest here." He sighs, having closed his pants and adjusted himself prior already, not leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. He can't look at you- not if he wants to be honest and straight forward. "I'm not sure." He offers. "I think it's clear that there's an attraction going on- but I don't know how far this can go."
"I'm not in love with you or anything." You defend yourself. "Neither do I have a crush. I just like you." You shrug.
"That's good." He nods to himself. "It's good that you know that. That you... can distinguish it."
"I think your problem might have something to do with.. my age?" You wonder, and Jungkook turns his head towards you, eyes staying on your knees however. "Yoongi mentioned something once. That he has a friend who has some sort of mid-life crisis right now and thinks he's too old for everything." You giggle.
"And how do you know that would be me?" He calls you out a little offended.
"Because it just fits." You laugh. "You play around with Dae all the time, but the second someone watches you, you become all awkward. It's kinda sad." You admit.
"How so?" He wants to know.
"Because it's dumb." You say, leaning back against your couch.
"Maybe for you. But when you're my age-" He starts, and you suddenly start to laugh, cutting him off.
"See! That's how I know you're the one with the crisis!" You joke, hand hitting his shoulder playfully, and without any intention to hurt. "I'm not a kid. I can make my decisions just fine." You say.
"And your decision is?" He wonders, now looking at you.
"That I want to get to know you." You tell him. "I want to.. see where it goes." You offer.
"What if it goes nowhere?" He argues. "I can't promise you some fairytale love-story." He denies. "I'm divorced, I want children at some point, I don't like parties, I work long hours-"
"But that's stuff that we can work out, no?" You wonder. "Time is what you're scared of, right? Then how about this-" You say, suddenly sitting on your knees, body facing his. "Every day you're not trying is a day you could be spending in a more productive way. For example, by getting to know me. Trying out if your idea of a relationship aligns with mine, if your work schedule is too packed, all of that." You offer. "Right now, we could already be talking about more interesting things than the 'what-if'. Or, in your big-man-terms:" You joke, leaning closer to him. "You're wasting time."
"Have you ever considered a career in communication-training?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're awfully great at this." He praises, making you giggle.
"Nah, I like my normal nine-to-five." You say. "Even if it barely pays enough."
"Well I heard someone's taking care of rent at the moment." he offers, reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear.
"Well, only for a month, so that's a bummer." You shrug, leaning into his hand now holding your cheek.
"..I'm not used to being in a relationship." He sighs.
"We can start just being friends." You respond.
"I think we're a little past the general boundaries of friendship." He chuckles.
"Then friends who occasionally have sex." You roll your eyes.
"That's not very romantic." He argues.
"You can fuck me with music in the background?" You joke, and he shakes his head, laughing.
You're truly far more than he thought you are, and he's not sure if he's worth your time. But he wants to be. Looking at you, right now, he wants to be worth it. He wants to put the effort into it, even if it doesn't work out in the end. He wants to try- so that even if you don't fit, you at least had some good memories together that were worth the time spent.
He wants to try.
Even if it's a mistake.
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sugawarassoulmate · 5 months
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not nut november - nov 04/nov 05
after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.
tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou
word count: 423 & 290
cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni
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tutor!akaashi
who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too
you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night
"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm
"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"
akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up
there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it
but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost
akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...
it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair
"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.
a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.
"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass
he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so
akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg
shitty bf!daishou
saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her
but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now
his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month
which is why he turned to you the first chance he got
"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him
now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat
"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"
it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend
but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you
mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar
it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything
"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"
and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever
and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over
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hannie-dul-set · 7 months
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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [5].
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SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).
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PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. swearing, someone cries again, mentions of bullying, mentions of sex. WORD COUNT. 3.9k
TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @captivq @tocupid @seosalad @ddazed-lhs @gyuszie @mifuyuyo @error-cant-function @twocupsofsuga @flowerbe0m @dangerousconnoisseurbanana @laviesm @keikeu @elavin @chaemmie @rikisly @satsuri3su @gyugyubin @junhuicosmo @skzenhalove @luvkpopp @yansbolobao @emer-syn @eggomi @drunkinjake @soobiverse @deobitifull @haechanspudu @yawnzzn27 @7myoi
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NOTE. this is the soobin chapter. before anyone says anything, i also used to be a loser in high school so i am very qualified to write about this. anyway, please let me kmow what you think so far! ty for reading!
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CHAPTER 5 — staring contest of death.
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SOOBIN HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM. It’s quite a big problem— one that completely ruined his summer morning routine that usually starts at one in the afternoon. But it’s already 2 p.m. right now and he’s still laying on his bed, half of his head peeking out of the blanket as his eyes run over the text he received this morning over and over again from a group chat that’s been dead for a good three years. 
[Shin Jaeyul: hey class of 20XX! met up with jindo and the rest the other day and we thought it would be great if we can all get together again! hope you’ll all be available for the reunion. i’ll send the details after this message but it’s gonna be held at seonghee’s family’s hotel so feel free to bring a plus one lol.]
[Shin Jaeyul: What? ANSAN HS BATCH 20XX REUNION. When? This Saturday, 6:00pm. Where? Chatoyer Hotel, Sapphire Ballroom Function Hall
“Just don’t go, man. It’s not like your attendance is graded.”
When Soobin finally gets the energy to come downstairs to eat, he shows the text to Beomgyu for a second opinion. They’re eating yesterday’s leftovers on the patio outside the dining room. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the boys to congregate on the lounge chairs.
“But a reunion sounds fun!” Jake throws in his opinion. “I met up with my high school buddies at Crown Towers when I went to Melbourne the other day.”
“They weren’t your buddies. They invited you so you can pay for all their drinks and ditch you,” Heeseung tells him.
“Hey, Matthew was there and he was glad to see me.”
“Matthew borrowed eight hundred dollars from you last month and never paid back.”
Jake simply shrugs and snatches a cold slice of pizza from the table. Soobin gives him a look of remorse. “Anyway,” Jay jumps in. “Hyung, you should go if you want to and don’t go if you don’t want to. What do you want to do?”
Honestly, if Soobin can help it, he’d never want to see anyone from his old school ever again. And he’d rather stay at home and watch the latest episode of JJK on Saturday night (and every other night, for that matter). “But...it’s kinda rude if I don’t reply, right?” is what’s holding him back. The group chat has been buzzing every minute, messages of ‘see you there’s’ and ‘I’m so excited’s’ popping up one after the other. Only a few others including him haven’t replied yet. “What excuse should I make?”
“Tell them you have a family reunion to attend,” Sunghoon suggests.
“That’s lame. They’re gonna make fun of him,” Beomgyu scrunches his nose. Sunghoon defends with “what’s so wrong with a family reunion?!” but Soobin is inclined to believe that Beomgyu would be right. He didn’t exactly have a pleasant high school experience.
It’s not that he was actively bullied, or anything. He just didn’t have a lot of friends. And not a lot wanted to be his friend save for the members of the manga club he was in— but that didn’t really contribute to his position in the adolescent food chain. It’s not like he was sociable, either. He still isn’t. He was just lucky enough to get adopted by Beomgyu and managed to get along with the rest of the guys after a good two years of living here.
“Oh, then dude, you have to go!” Beomgyu exclaims. “If you don’t go they’re just gonna talk shit about you still being a loser.”
“I am a loser, though?” he says. 
“Yeah, but you’re tall and good looking and hot and that’s enough to get them to shut the fuck up if you show up and dip after thirty minutes. You know what, give me your phone. I’ll handle this.”
“No, wait—”
Beomgyu snatches the phone from his hands and plops down on the chair right across from him, the other four quickly running over and looking over his shoulders. Soobin’s heart races. This doesn’t seem like a good idea. He is right. It only takes a second before things spiral into disaster.
“Don’t say that. You gotta sound cooler.”
“Dude, that’s gonna get him bullied. Let me do it—”
“Give it to me!”
“You’re all useless, let me take over!”
“Wait, let me make one last revision—”
“No! What are you all doing?!”
When Soobin finally manages to steal his phone back, he nearly passes out when he reads the message he— his friends— just sent to the group chat.
[Count me in. Do I have to wire double the money if I bring my girlfriend? Nevermind, I’ll just send thrice the amount. Thanks :)]
Horror washes over his face. “I added the smiley face,” Jake proudly announces. Holy fuck, he wants to crawl back into his bed and never wake up. 
“Who sent that I’ll be bringing my girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend! Why did you say I’ll be bringing my girlfriend?!”
His phone vibrates mid-fit and he’s greeted by a reply saying that they’re so happy he’s coming and they can’t wait to see him again. Soobin is not happy nor is he excited. “We can just get you one,” Beomgyu says, as a matter-of-fact, as if you can just purchase a significant other from a gas station vending machine. His face wrinkles in distress. “When’s the reunion again? Saturday? Jakey, do you have any rich heiresses that can pretend to be Soobin hyung’s fake girlfriend for a night?”
“I’ll call Mirae noona, but hyung, are you alright alright with someone fifteen years old—”
Soobin winces. “Please don’t call her.”
“I can try asking Hina,” says Jay. “I don’t know if she has me unblocked yet, though.”
Heeseung narrows his eyes at him. “Isn’t she your ex?”
“Jay dated someone?” Sunghoon gives Jay a mildly offended grimace. “The fuck? Why don’t I know this?”
“He’s always dating someone. But he also gets dumped after three days so I’m not sure if they even count.”
Before they could further into Jay’s questionable dating history, the conversation gets cut short by a groan from Beomgyu. “Wait. We literally have a girl living with us right now.” His words send a signal into all their ears. It takes a moment for it to settle, and when it does, it’s like a thinly stretched rope snaps in half in the air.
Oh.
Right.
You.
“Are—are you sure about that?” Sunghoon is the first to crack the tension-filled silence. “Don’t we have other options?”
Soobin hears furtive whispering and nodding from Jake that somehow involves your name and the phrase “that’s right, she’s a girl, yes,” but chooses to ignore it and instead starts dreading the near and impending future. “It’d be better if it’s someone Soobin hyung already knows,” Beomgyu replies. “Hyung, what do you think?”
He thinks this is insane and bonkers and absolutely fucking impossible to pull off because he can’t even look you in the eye without sweating his skin off. How in the fuck he supposed to fake date you? To stand next to you? To call you with so much affection in front of numerous people he finds extremely uncomfortable to be with? To look at you? To h—
Oh god. He doesn’t have to hold your hand, does he?
“Hey, I don’t think this is fair. That’d mean Soobin hyung will technically—”
“This won’t count towards the bet,” Beomgyu says, then looks at a now red-faced Soobin. “You don’t mind right?”
Shit, he’d have to, right? But he can’t even look at you without his palms leaking like a faucet and stuttering like a broken machine. This is insane. He can’t do this. He can’t and won’t do this or else he’d actually have a heart attack and die.
“Hyung?”
“Is— is this all really necessary?” he finally sputters out.
They all look at him. “But we already sent the message.”
Right. They did. Soobin’s face falls defeated and he sinks back into the chair. “I’ll go grab her,” Beomgyu announces, and the gazes shift from him to their friend who has now risen from his seat and is walking back into the house because since when was he close enough with you to do that? You two usually bicker and argue and Soobin has seen the murderous intent in your eyes whenever Beomgyu tries to provoke you. Sure, the amount of daily arguments has definitely died down as of late and it’s mostly one-sided now, but if there’s anyone close enough to disturb your weekend for something stupid, it’d be Jake.
But they say nothing about it and watch as Beomgyu disappears inside and comes back out a minute later with you in tow, pulling you into the patio by the arm you as you grumble and groan, begrudgingly forcing your legs to follow him. “Seriously, what do you want? I was having a nice nap, you bastard. Where are you taking me? Hey, answer me. Are you still mad about the—” 
When you finally notice the rest of their presence, you stop complaining.
“What’s this? Are you having a cult meeting?”
Jake greets you with a smile. “Take a seat! We’ll explain everything.”
It’s almost impossible to glean anything coherent when there are five-ish boys talking at the same time, but you seem fine, nodding along to whatever Beomgyu and Jay are currently rambling into both of your years. Soobin grows increasingly worried by the second. “I’m so sorry. You really don’t have to do this.”
He hopes you don’t want to do this. Knowing how you practically terrorized him a few weeks ago for accidentally taking a bite out of your ice cream, you probably didn’t want to deal with him either. Yes. This is good. Soobin can just ignore the group chat and ghost his old classmates on the day of the event, so this is—
“I’m down,” you finally say. 
—what?
“You’re— you’re down?” he stutters out. He must have heard wrong, obviously. Haha, there’s no way you would—
“Yup. It’s this Saturday, right? I’m pretty sure I’ll be free, so it’s cool.”
Well, shit.
He’s fucked.
“Why do I feel like you’ve done something like this before?” Beomgyu shoots you a glare of suspicion. You grin. “Of fucking course you have.”
“Sunoo paid me a pretty convincing fee for me to sit pretty at his sister’s wedding,” you explain before shifting your gaze to Soobin, a smile playing on your lips. His fingernails dig into his palms. “Obviously for Soobin, I’ll do it for free. But we have a problem.”
His eyes flit away not even a second after, chest tightening on the spot.
“Yeah. I think we need to work on that.”
Thus begins the series of daily staring contests between the both of you for the next four days until Saturday. It scares the shit out of him when you bang on his door at random times of the day just to torment him with your very existence. Soobin knows you’re doing this to help him. He knows, he really does, but he’s not very good at maintaining eye contact without his heart racing at an unhealthy rate and without sweating profusely. His longest record has been ten and a half seconds before his face explodes like a volcano.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think this is gonna work.”
Soobin’s muffled voice is weak, red face buried into his palms as you both sit cross-legged on his mattress after another failed staring contest. The rows and rows of anime figurines he has displayed next to his bed are all staring at him in disgusting judgment. It’s now Friday. The reunion is tomorrow, and he can’t even look at you— much less pretend like you’ve been dating for the past six fucking months.
“No! You can do it, Soobin! I believe in you! Let’s try one more time, okay?”
You grab his hands, pulling them away from his face and they settle on his soft blankets, yours over his, and he starts silently freaking out because shit— holy shit, you’re squeezing his knuckles. It’s barely any pressure, but he feels it shooting into his throat like a silver snake choking him with ten pints of venom and that’s not even the worst part because you’ve decided to start looking him in the eye again. 
He rasps out a little noise and tilts his head down to the right. You do the same. He shifts his gaze to the left. You do the fucking same, chasing after his eyes relentlessly like a god damned predator on the hunt and he can feel his palms sweating pathetically into his blanket while you’re still locking them in place.
“Okay,” you breathe out, leaning back and he finally feels the blood circulating into his fingers. “What if we follow Jay’s suggestion instead and have you wear sunglasses the entire time?”
Honestly, it’s about time you gave up on him. 
Your eyebrows are scrunched, deep in thought. Soobin can look at you right now because you’re spacing out and not attacking him with the depth of your stare. He’s not used to attention in general, so something about your pretty eyes with pretty eyelashes and prettily focused expression looking directly at him just renders him completely useless. It’s fine when you’re absentmindedly looking at the posters on his wall, still in the midst of weighing your options. It’s fine because you aren’t focused on him.
“But the event is indoors and in the evening, so that won’t make a lot of sense.” And his composure immediately topples down when you flit your gaze back at him. His breath hitches in his throat. “Soobin, do you have any other ideas?”
He grabs the nearest pillow and squeezes it to his chest. “Do— do we have to do this? Can’t we just show up and leave after ten minutes?” Better yet, he just doesn’t show up at all. But you’ve been putting in so much effort these past few days, so he doesn’t want to cancel out of nowhere.
You frown. “Eye contact is the first step to selling that we’re a real couple! Even if we stay for only ten minutes, they’ll get suspicious if you can’t even look at me,” you tell him. “Soobin, let’s keep trying. C’mon.” 
Soobin is trying. He really is trying his best but one more round and he feels he might actually rupture a brain vessel. “Alright,” you exhale. “Nevermind. We’ll handle it somehow. I’ll head back to my room now so you can rest up. See you tomorrow.”
It takes no time for you to get off his bed and start walking to his door. His stomach sinks, watching your back as you reach out for the doorknob and Soobin feels like he had just disappointed you. 
He moves before his mind can think. Before he knows it, he’s out of the bed and is holding your wrist and pulling your hand away from the door. 
You look at him. He looks at you, drenched in the color of panic and confusion and at the same time a shade of earnest emotion. It stays like this for a good couple of seconds, until your lips curl into a smile and your free arm reaches up to his head, fingers dipping into his hair for a light pat.
“Thirty seconds. Good job. See you tomorrow.”
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Now you completely understand why Soobin didn’t want to attend this dumpfest.
The hotel function room is fancy. Truly fancy. But the elegant crystal interiors and decor can’t hide the scent of pretentious obnoxiousness in the air, and the music siphoning through the speakers can’t drown out the sound of shit and crap and trash being exchanged between alleged old friends and classmates. It’s gross. The only saving grace of the night is the wine you’re swirling in your hand, regulating your slowly thinning patience at the scene before you.
“Soobin, buddy! Oh man, I didn’t think you’d make it!”
Here we go again. This is the what— fourth, fifth person? Soobin greets number five with less enthusiasm than the newcomer. He’s already worn out, poor boy. You prepare to intervene when you get an opening.
“Jaeyul,” Soobin says. “Hi.”
“It’s been a while, aye? You look great, man! What’s your glow up secret? You gotta tell men dude.”
Another patronizing comment from a mediocre looking male at best. They’re really lucky Soobin is an angel. You can see the discomfort in his smile when the Jae-something bastard hooks him by the neck, tugging your beanpole down because he’s at least four inches taller than his snotty ex-classmate. He looks even more uncomfortable than the time he got an unsolicited view of your red underwear. If it were you, you would’ve already kneed him in the balls to shut up his endlessly chattering mouth.
The guy’s gaze finally lands on you, tucked quietly behind Soobin’s shoulder. Took him long enough, honestly. You’ve been giving him the nastiest stare you can muster for the past five minutes, it’s honestly amazing that he only noticed now. “Who’s this?” he asks. Now, he’s just blatantly checking out someone else’s (fake) girlfriend. You hold back a scoff, but a sneer manages to slip out.
Soobin straightens, ready to repeat the script he’s been cycling through since the beginning of the night. “O-oh, this— this is—” But he seems to be a lot more nervous now. You decide to take the reins and give him a break.
“I’m his girlfriend,” you give Jae-whatever a smile, stepping forward to hold onto Soobin’s arm, who in return flinches at your touch. “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your whole reunion. It’s just that I can’t bear to be apart from my Soobin for too long, you know?”
You’re hoping that your sickeningly sweet tone disgusts the living hell out of him and drives him away, but for some reason he lacks the social awareness to do that. “No, not at all. In fact, completely understand. I’m a taken man myself, you know?” That makes this situation a million times worse. He momentarily shifts away from you and directs his next words to Soobin. “Do you remember Bitna? We started seeing each other a few months ago.”
You can feel him stiffen next to you. “Congrats. I’m happy for both of you.”
“Didn’t you used to have a crush on her? I remember you’d give her chocolates every valentine’s—”
The twitch in his grin doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Alright, enough of this bullshit. You’re done humoring this bastard.
“Oh, sorry!” he turns to you again. “That was tactless of me, oh no. I apologize.”
You press your lips together, still smiling. “It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention to the bullshit you’ve been tirelessly spouting. I was wondering when you’d shut your trap and finally fuck off.”
Soobin snaps his head towards you, eyes wide in alarm. His dear old friend looks equally shocked. You hum and maintain your expression, pressing yourself closer to Soobin. “Is Bitna the one looking at us right now? Oh dear.” Shot in the dark, but you hit the mark anyway. “Anyway, if you’ll excuse us. My boyfriend and I will be heading back to our suite now to have absolutely brain-shattering, mind-numbing sex for the rest of the night that you—from the looks of your girlfriend over there— won’t be having for the rest of the week if you’re lucky enough to salvage your relationship. It was nice meeting you!”
You can see Bitna stomping her way over to her boyfriend, carrying a palpable dark force in her wake, so you quickly tug Soobin away by the hand and make your quick exit out the function room and into the elevator. You’re aware of how Soobin is currently looking at you like you’re insane as you press on the lowermost button on the panel. His eyes are practically drilling into the side of your face.
“This— this isn’t the way to our room.”
“I know,” you reply, watching as the doors close in front of you. Jay booked a room to sell your whole schtick a little further, but looks like you won’t be able to use it. “We’re not going to our room. That is unless you actually want to follow through with what I said earlier?”
When you turn to look at him, he’s already drenched in pink. You hold back a laugh. They make it so easy for you to mess with them. “I’m joking. I doubt you’d want to spend a minute longer here, so let’s just dip. These clothes are getting stuffy.”
Somehow you found yourselves at the 7-Eleven outside your subdivision, overdressed and sharing a pint of ice cream and two beers under the empty store’s fluorescent lights. You stuff a spoonful into your mouth and let your gaze linger on him for a while. Soobin has his head down, quietly staring at the top of his beer can. With a face like that, you think he’d be more confident and outspoken, but it’s almost funny how he’s trying to scrunch up his large frame in the tiny seat in front of you.
Look, you’re simply tapping an index finger on the back of his hand and he immediately flinches and draws it back. He’s so shy, so timid that you can’t help but grow soft on him.
“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says since you left the hotel.
You rest your cheek against your palm. “For what?”
“I mean, it’s just that— you spent the past four days making sure I didn’t mess up our whole act, but I messed it up anyway and we ended up leaving early. I’m sorry for wasting all your time and effort like that. I’m—I’m really sorry for being so hopeless and pathetic and—”
“Hey, don’t say that,” you cut him off. “If there’s anyone that’s pathetic, it’s that Jaeyun? No, Jaeyun is Jake. It’s that Jae-something bastard who’s pathetic. I mean, was he not loved enough as a child? Does he have a disease that makes everything that comes out of his mouth unrecyclable trash? Anyway, if anything, it should be me and the rest of the boys apologizing for forcing you into this. I’ll help you guilt trip them later when we get—”
You stop. You stop because you notice how his eyes are getting a little red, and how they’re getting a little glassy, and how he’s nipping at his bottom lip that you’re afraid it might start bleeding.
“Oh. Oh no. Soobin, please don’t cry.”
And he starts crying. Well, fuck.
You hastily get out of your seat and plop down right next to him, letting his head drop down to your shoulder. He continues sniffling as you switch between rubbing his back and giving him pats on the head, staring blankly at the empty aisles because the last thing you expected to do today is comfort a grown man in a dingy convenience store while you’re in high heels and a strappy dress.
“Let’s have a movie marathon with the boys when we get back, okay?”
At least you’ve gotten better at consoling people. It seems like a useful skill to have for the rest of your stay.
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Hello sweet Honey!! Congratulations on hitting 2000 followers! You deserve it and so much more! 💛💛💛
Here’s my request for the celebration:
Eddie Munson 🖤
Smutty prompt #9
Modern au
#9. “You take me so well.”
Modern!Eddie Munson x shy!reader
A/N: This took longer than it should’ve to write but I hope at the least my girl likes it 😩🫶🏻 thank you for sending this in and being so freakin supportive of everything I do!! I like to call this one… Birthday Girl
CW: Mature!!! (Tumbly won’t let me mark it) fem/afab!reader, alcohol consumption, slight jealousy/angst, smut minors DNI, protected p in v, oral f & m receiving, fingering, nipple play, pet names, readers drunk but everything is consented and Eddie checks in multiple times
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When your friend Robin told you her friend Eddie was currently single, you couldn’t have been more surprised. As long as you’d known him, he always had someone under his arm—his flavor of the month, as Steve liked to say.
“All you have to do is talk to him, I’m sure he’ll ask you out in a heartbeat!” She urges and you sigh from your place at the counter.
“I dunno, I just—I don’t think I’m his type.” You shrug.
Robin groans, “Oh, c’mon, you can’t tell me he doesn’t give you fuck me eyes every time you speak!”
“I dunno what fuck me eyes are! He has eyes! They’re… really pretty.” You almost whine and Robin groans again.
“Jesus Christ, I won’t sit by and allow you to dawn over someone you won’t even let yourself have a chance with!” She gets a sudden look of an idea behind her eyes before she speaks again, “So maybe you just need a little tryst to jumpstart your confidence!”
“I dunno, Rob, I’m not exactly good at talking to people I don’t know…”
“C’mon, you’ll have some drinks, meet a guy that wants to treat the birthday girl—one night stands can be so fun!” She said.
“I dunno, I’m gonna be drunk, what if I choose someone I regret??” You asked at her kitchen counter.
Robin rolled her eyes, “That’s why I’m the witness, I’m going to witness you—“
“Absolutely not, you’re not watching—“
“No! Gross! Hetero sex isn’t my thing, you know that!” She opens up her notebook and plops it on the countertop before clicking a pen a few times. “I’m going to sign off on who you take home!” She said as if it were that simple.
“A permission slip?” You ask through a scoff.
“If you hate it, don’t sign!” She says as she finishes writing up the agreement and signing her name on the witness line.
You bite your lip for a moment before you take the pen and sign away.
“And if you decide to use it on Eddie…”
“‘M not using it on Eddie!” You insist and shove the paper wad into your pocket, “Besides, I’m willing to bet he shows up with ‘Boobs McGee’ on his arm.
You’d met Eddie when Robin invited you along last year at the start of classes, instantly hitting it off much to his date’s displeasure. Eddie had complimented your ear piercings and in return you complimented his, then his date tugged him by the hand to the dance floor with a warning look thrown over her shoulder.
“Ooh! Rrrowrrr” Robin giggled behind her straw as the girl began running her hands down her body and grinding against Eddie’s front to a song with no substance whatsoever.
You chuckle and turn to Robin, “Is that his… girlfriend, or something?”
She scoffs and shakes her head, “Or something. Eddie doesn’t really do girlfriends.” She shrugs and you match it with your own. “He brings a new girl along all the time, I bet she’ll be gone in the next couple weeks.” She chuckled and you did too.
Of course he didn’t keep a girlfriend, he was too pretty! Why would he?? Anyway, it didn’t matter at the time because you were still trying long distance with your boyfriend, Dylan, back home.
It never failed, week after week, he’d come to the bar with a girl in tow. The times he’d brought the same girl more than once were small—the most you’d seen of one of them was twice.
Though there were plenty of nights he found the time to talk to you, whether it was when you were out and about with friends or messaging outside of the group chat—whispering as Eddie liked to put it.
Eddie: Waitwaitwait, it’s your birthday on Friday?!
You giggle and curl up under your blanket at the notification. You were currently watching the group chat pop off as Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Argyle made suggestions for the bar crawl.
You: it is! Are you gonna be able to make it?
Before you can respond to Robin’s gif with one of your own, Eddie’s already replied.
Eddie: Uh, duh! Wouldn’t miss it for anything! Your drinks are on me. 🤘🏻
You bite your lip and the butterflies surge like they always do when it comes to him. Your cheeks are flushed and he isn’t even in the room.
But he is buying your drinks on your birthday.
He’d bought you a couple drinks before but only when he’d bought rounds for the whole group—and his dates.
You: Aw, thanks! I really appreciate it! I hope your pockets are prepared 😮‍💨🫶🏻
He responded with a laugh react, his bubbles bouncing and disappearing a few times before there was nothing at all. You set your phone on your chest and sigh at the ceiling. You’d spent two birthdays with your boyfriend and he never did anything thoughtful for you. You’d never really asked for much, but buying you a drink just once would’ve been nice. One of the many reasons you broke it off with him at the end of last year.
You’d kept it quiet, only mentioning it to Robin when she asked about Dylan a month after.
Since then it’s been aimless attempts at getting you laid, always ending with her trying to download dating apps on your phone and make a profile despite your protests. You weren’t really interested in anyone, though you couldn’t deny how lonely it could get.
The icon on your Home Screen tempted you every once in a while when you had too much wine, but for the most part you stayed off it.
The thought tempted you tonight though, only at the idea of Eddie bringing some other nameless broad along to your birthday celebration.
You close your phone and look at the ceiling, silently counting the days til your birthday, when you could drink yourself into oblivion on Eddie’s dime.
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When you arrived at the bar, Robin and Steve were already present, giving you approving looks when noticing your birthday outfit, a dress and heels complete with a sweet little cardigan.
“Look at youuu!” Robin chirped and spun you around before Steve handed you a shot.
“Happy Birthday!” Nancy shouts before wrapping her arms around you in a big hug, and Argyle blows a noise maker right next to your ear. You giggle and your heart fills with the joy of being known as someone, probably Steve, places a birthday crown on your head.
“Thank you!” You say as she pulls away, and someone hands you another shot.
“Are you ready to dance??” Robin asks over the thumping music, to which you nod eagerly and follow her out. “Take this off, what is this a library??” She unbuttons your sweater and helps you out of it before tossing it over Steve’s head and pulling you further into the crowd.
Its not long after your third shot and second dance of the evening that Eddie shows up to the bar—alone for once. Steve notes it as they shake hands and hug, “Where’s your date?”
Eddie only shrugs in return, “What date?”
Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you got stood up.”
Eddie shakes his head, “Nah, just thought I’d hang with my friends tonight. Is Y/n here yet?”
Steve nods and sips his drink while Eddie scans the floor for any sight of her—and her boyfriend.
“Why doesn’t he ever come to stuff?” Eddie asks Steve, who sends him a questioning look before answering, “Who??”
“Her boyfriend, dingus.” Eddie rolled his eyes and went back to his search. Steve chuckles and nudges Eddie’s shoulder, “What boyfriend??”
“Derek? Dayton? Whatever his name is.”
“Oh! Dylan—“
Before he can fill Eddie in any further, you spot him from across the dance floor, and your drunken self couldn’t be more excited, “Eddie!!!” You stumble over to him, too busy keeping your eyes on the floor to notice his blooming smile.
“Hey, birthday girl!” He greets before pulling you into a hug. You breathe in his scent and exhale, letting a soft moan slip from your careless lips before you step back and let him go.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” You smiled up at him, and he smiles at your crooked birthday crown before fixing it.
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He chuckles and trails his hands down your arms as you unravel yourself from the embrace. “Should I ask if I can buy you a drink? Looks like someone else already beat me to it.” He appraises your face again, analyzing every detail.
You chuckle and pull him to the bar, “I’d love another! Besides, you need to catch up!” You say as you plop onto a stool and he follows soon after.
“Two waters please.” He tells the barkeep and you push his knee playfully, “Buzzkill.” You mutter and he laughs yet again. You put your little purse on the counter as Steve and Jonathon approach and order more drinks. You check your phone and scroll check your apps, reading all the happy birthdays from old friends and estranged family on social media.
“Isn’t that right, birthday girl?” Jonathon asked with a mischievous smile. You set your phone down on the bar and look up without a clue in the world, “Hmm?”
The boys chuckle and Eddie sips a beer he didn’t have five minutes ago, “Your permission slip!”
‘Sober you’ would’ve balked, but ‘drunk you’ dug around in your purse to procure the wrinkled piece of notebook paper shoved inside. You take your time smoothing its creases by using the edge of the counter and then held it out.
“Good for one drunk fuck on my birthday!”
Signed and dated by you and witnessed by Robin Buckley herself, a few days ago when she had the bright idea to write it all up. In Robin’s opinion it had been ‘high time for you to find some dick to ride’. as she’d written it across the bottom of the page.
They guffaw while you tuck it away and a blush overtakes your cheeks as you see Eddie’s jaw feather before he took another drink of his beer. He cranes his neck to glance at the patrons approaching you and wants to spit out the bitter beer as Steve and Jonathon grab their drinks and walk away.
Since when were you looking?? When did this happen??
“You okay?” You ask before sipping your water.
“Yeah! I just—uh, didn’t know—“
“Hey, pretty girl! Is it your birthday?” A gorgeous man purred next to your ear. You blush madly and nod, turning to him as he wishes you a happy birthday and offers to buy you a drink. You’re polite in the interaction, and slow to turn him away with the way he was looking at you—it felt good.
Not to mention it being in front of Eddie may have fueled your main character complex a bit.
“—Are you sure? I’d be happy to put yours on my tab.” He points over his shoulder at the bartender.
“Oh, that’s—“
“I got ‘em, thanks, man.” Eddie rushed and put his hand on your shoulder almost territorially before pulling you closer. “Have a nice night.” He says in a way that makes you believe he wishes the opposite for the pretty boy trying to chat you up.
The guy backs away with raised hands before turning to his friends without another word. You look to Eddie with an arched brow and he has the audacity to ask, “What?”
“What was that?” You ask with a smirk. “You totally just cock blocked me!”
He shrugs, “What do you mean? Didn’t you get like, total creeper vibes from him?” He looks over your shoulder and puts a hand on the back of your chair, “Y’know you should’ve told me you weren’t with your boyfriend anymore.”
You nod, “Oh! Yeah, long distance wasn’t working out.” You shrug carelessly, one that said ‘I’m totally over him and ready to be under you’
Eddie nods, his shoulders feeling lighter, “Oh! Well, uh, I’m-I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”
“—That’s okay! I broke it off, actually.” You shrug again and he nods.
“Right, well—“
Ping!
You both glance at your phone and see a new notification from the dating app appear. Eddie looks at you with a lupine grin and you blush and retreat inside of yourself, “What??” You giggle and drink again.
Eddie smirks and leans closer, “So you’re telling me, you’ve been single this whole time, and you haven’t even hit on me?? C’mon I’m like the resident single guy.” He takes a drink, himself.
You have at him in surprise and feel your cheeks heat deeper. “I dunno what you mean—you’re never single.” You shrug.
He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Do me a favor and rip up that permission slip, none of these losers deserve to take you home.” He cocks a brow at you and you shy away as he leans forward on his knees.
Your lips open and close a couple times with the will to answer but no words to speak.
“Don’t be shy, birthday girl.” He almost purrs.
“I’m not.” You smile bashfully and bite the inside of your lip.
He tsks at you and says, “If you need a good drunk fuck, you can always come to me, okay? Don’t let some rando do it, let me.” He urges quietly as he pushes a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ear.
You turn to him with wide eyes, unsure if you were just drunk or if he was actually offering to fuck you.
“Are you-Are you serious? What about—where’s your date???” You scan the room quickly for any angry hot girls stomping your way, but you find none.
Eddie laughs and shakes his head, “I decided to fly solo tonight.”
You scoff, “That’s a first.” You take a drink and he looks at you in surprise before he answers with a shrug. “Would’ve been sooner if I knew you were single this whole time.”
“What do you mean??” You turn to him in shock.
“I mean, I just found out you aren’t with Dalton anymore—“
“—Dylan.”
“It’s doesn’t matter, he’s history now—” He shrugged and looked between your eyes. “So, uh, what do you think huh? am I misreading things? Do you… not.. find me..” he presses a hand to his chest and pulls a sad face, “.. attractive???” He whimpers and makes you laugh harder than normal.
“No! No—I mean of course I do!!!”
His sad facade melts away and his smile comes shining through again. He leans forward and gets close to your ear and he whispers, “Then let me take you into the bathroom, give you the most mind blowing birthday present of your life, take you back to mine, fuck you senseless, and then we’ll do breakfast in the morning and maybe you’ll see how serious I am about you.”
“What?” Your mouth gapes and you look him over as if he’ll say, ‘haha, just kidding!’
“Or we can act like this never happened, up to you.” He shrugs cooly, looking away incase you reject him.
You gather your bearings and take a breath. This is exactly what you’ve been wanting, this very opportunity. You find your hand sliding up his thigh and his gaze snaps to your hand and then up to your eyes in shock. You can only nod as that feral smile creeps up his cheeks.
He traces your lip with his thumb, “you’re cute, you know that? I remember the first time I saw you and the first thing I thought was, ‘damn I chose the wrong night to bring a date.’“ he chuckles as you do, blushing at his blatant affection.
“I don’t believe you.” You giggle and his hand makes its home at your cheek, rubbing light circles in your hair.
“I told Steve I was gonna ask you out but he’s the one that filled me in on your boyfriend situation…” he blew out a puff of air, “…and then never updated me again, the asshole!” He grumbled and leaned closer to talk directly in your ear, “I should kick his ass, don’t you think?” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you had the audacity to shudder. It was all too much for his ego. “Keepin us apart like that?”
He begins rubbing circles on your thigh with his other hand. “What do you wanna do, Princess? Feel like sneakin off with me?”
Your breath hitches and you nod eagerly. In answer, he gulps the remainder of his drink down and stands with a waiting hand. You take it in yours and you try to contain your smile as you follow him through the hoard of dancing bodies.
When you arrive at the bathrooms, there’s no line. Your heart pounds at the idea, that just beyond those doors you’d have one of the most memorable fucks of your life. Eddie looks back at you with an easy smile, a hand on the knob before he says, “Are you sure about this? You wanna let me see your permission slip one last time?” He pulls you close and speaks in your ear before pressing a kiss on your jaw just below it.
You nod again, “Yeah, I want this—wanted it for so long…” you let it slip and he makes a note to revisit that later. Instead of questioning you further he pulls you into the bathroom and presses you up against the door. He locks it without taking his eyes off you, looming over you predatorily and stripping off his jacket.
“You look so pretty tonight.” He smiles and pushes your hair over your shoulder, swiftly leaning in and pressing open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. You lean your head to the side and revel in his affection, a breathy moan sliding from your lips.
He smiles and brings his mouth back up to your ear for a nibble before speaking, “I’m gonna keep this short and sweet, but if I do this, you’re gonna let me play boyfriend tonight and take you home—with me, okay? I was serious about that breakfast.”
You giggle and nod, “Yeah, that’s what I want, that’s exactly what I wished for.”
“Wait, they already did cake?” He questioned before you laugh and kiss him on the lips gently. It was a soft peck, evoking a spark in your chest, and then another, and then it sizzled and simmered into something decadent.
“You taste like pineapple.” He chuckled without pulling away from you. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you whine for him as he moans at the taste of you. “I bet you’re just as sweet down here, aren’t you?” He mumbled and shoved his knee between your thighs, his hand following soon after to rub you through your dress.
You give a sharp inhale at the sensation and the sight of him above you. His curls framed his face and shifted with every move he made on your body. You saw the perspiration gathered at his hairline and could smell the combination of his cologne with his shampoo and his musk that sent your throat tingling whenever you got too close.
“Gonna be good for me and lift this up?” He pushes it up your thighs and makes a move to kneel before you and you oblige him by gathering it in your hands.
He smiles, “Thank you, sweet girl.” He says from the ground before he levels his gaze at your panties and the smugness falls from his face at the sight. “These are nice.” He runs his thumb over the lace that clothed your cunt and your body flinches. He chuckles to himself and rubs you right at the top of that crease for a minute, watching you unwind and relax into his touch.
“That’s it, that’s what I wanna see…” he smiles and leans in faster than you can question it and suddenly his mouth is working over your panties, tasting you through the purple lace before he pulled them to the side and slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt.
“Oh my god, Eddie—“
“Just wait til it’s my dick in you, sweetheart, you won’t even remember my name—“ He says only a couple inches from your heat as he pulls your panties down properly and manually spreads your legs with firm hands, “But for now, just let me eat.” He says before licking a stripe up your center.
You cry out and grow pliant beneath his touch, your head falling back against the door as he pulls your legs over his shoulders.
He ate and ate and hummed and nibbled away at your core, as if he hadn’t seen pussy in years, which you well knew was not the case. Was he this eager with everyone?
Right as you felt the familiar high building in your belly, someone was pounding their first against the door. “Come ON!!!” The stranger’s voice rang out.
Eddie doesn’t hear it at first thanks to your thighs snug around his ears. He nodded his head against your core and licked your entrance like ice cream on a hot day.
“Eddie! Eddie…” you tap his head and open your legs wider until his attention is on you and he’s helping you down, concern in his eyes until the next set of banging knocks on the door had him flinching like the cops showed up.
He tugs your panties back up and fixes your skirt before wiping his face on his jacket and holding his hand out for you, “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He says dejectedly before unlocking the door and pulling you out without a glance in the angry patrons direction.
He doesn’t stop til you run into Steve, who was very concerned about your whereabouts, “Everyone’s ready to do cake! Where the hell have you been??” He looked between you two and before Eddie can answer you say, “The line for the bathroom was killer!”
Eddie looks over at you with amusement and laughs heartily while Steve cocks his head but doesn’t question it. “Well c’mon!” He waves you to follow him, and with Eddie’s hand sliding into yours, you do.
He sat next to you while everyone sang happy birthday, a hand on your thigh and starry eyes focused on you. The cake was white with chocolate drizzled over the top and five sparkler candles blazing on top, your name written across in red icing. With the conclusion of the song, you took a deep breath, and blew out the candles, wishing for Eddie Munson to make you his.
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After you shared a slice of cake, Eddie was back in your ear purring like a jungle cat, “How you feelin, huh?”
“Like you should tell Robin and Steve you’re taking me home.” You giggle and press a kiss to his jaw just as he has done earlier.
He let out a seething sigh and clenched his jaw despite his smile, “I like how you think.” He nods and gets up from the booth, waiting for you to follow his lead. His eyes search for anyone in the party, finding Nancy first. “I’m gonna take her home okay?” Is all you heard before Nancy’s concerned look found your eyes around Eddie’s shoulder, but then also found your hand in his. A smile spread on her face and she nods at him before patting his shoulder and waving at you.
“Happy birthday! Stay safe!” She calls, and the both of you laugh as Eddie says, “No promises!”
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Eddie sped the whole way home, keeping a hand on you the entire drive. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to have you in his bed, to have you at all. He snuck glances and licked his lips at your cleavage on display in that dress and now that he knows what he knows about your little crush on him he can’t help but wonder if you chose it with him in mind.
Now, he’s got you back against a door, just like at the club. Your ears are ringing and your eyes are heavy but all you can think about is the way Eddie was looking at you. The way he was touching you.
“Got you all to myself, now, birthday girl.” He trails a finger down your neck and sternum, til it hit that beautiful crease he wanted to bury his nose in. You nod at him and smile before tilting your chin up to meet his lips.
He deepens the kiss, trapping you against him with his hands on your face, delicately clinging to you as if you’d leave. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He whispered as if you were now his to take care of.
You sigh and nod again, letting your eyes fall closed as his kisses trail down your neck. Before you know it he’s slipping off the straps of your dress and kissing at your cleavage. “Can I take this off?” He asks softly.
You don’t answer, only reach back and unzip it before peeling it off your body, with a little difficulty that had Eddie chuckling in adoration before helping you out of it.
“Look at you…” he whispered as he appraised your body. He was aching almost as badly as you were to get rid of that bra. And no matter how much he loved the way your panties clung to your curves, he wanted you bare and beneath him.
“I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
You giggle, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
He grins, “Why is that?”
You shrug, “Do I need to go over the list of girls you’ve brought around since I’ve known you?”
He scoffs through a smile, “Yeah, well, I had to keep myself busy waiting around on you, didn’t I?”
You scoff this time, looping your arms over his shoulders, oddly comfortable being so exposed in front of him. “That’s a lie.”
“I never met anyone I was interested in dating until I met you. But you had a boyfriend!”
“Yeah, well, you always had a girlfriend.”
He tsks, “Looks like it’s now or never.”
You smile widely and he leans down to kiss you, sweeping his tongue over your lip to pull an open mouthed moan from you, and licking into your mouth like he had your pussy earlier.
“Come lay down with me,” He said between kisses, “Let’s get you all comfy.”
Sparks erupted in your stomach and you nod as he takes you in his arms and swiftly steers you towards his room in hurried steps.
He pushes open his door so harshly it hits the wall, opening in time for you to step through before he’s knocking it shut with his foot. He gently nudges you down onto the bed, urging your shoulders to lay all the way down as he worked his knee between your thighs again.
“There we go,” His hands trail over your tits and stomach, pausing at the cups and tugging lightly as if he were going to pull it down but he left it up to you.
You unhook it and toss it off the bed, laying back down in your tipsy haze, your body buzzing and warm—drunk on booze and Eddie’s hungry gaze.
“Your turn.” You say breathily as you get comfortable against his soft blankets. His mouth is gaping as he pours over you, his hands poised to reach out and squeeze before you cover your chest with your arms and giggle for him.
He unfolds to his full height, revealing the thick imprint in the front of this jeans, showing you just how badly he needs to free himself. “A demand from the birthday girl?” He chuckles lowly and strips off his shirt, the swift movement sending his sweet and heady scent washing over your face.
His taught torso and arms were swirled with different art pieces, some were patchworks and others so dark and solid you can’t imagine how long they took. You’d always wanted to know how many he had, and maybe tonight you’d find out.
He’s pleased with the way you’re gazing up at him, as if he were the art and not his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asks before putting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head, hiding any shred of self doubt away as you nod.
If he got to have you for just tonight, he could be happy.
He waited a year before he found out he could’ve had you sooner, so tonight he’d take his sweet time and pull the most earth shattering orgasm from your body in order to help his chances of doing it again and again.
And maybe you’ll delete that stupid app.
Your hips writhe in search of his, your hands slipping away, dissolving the last thread of modesty you were trying to keep. He returns his attention to your chest and suddenly he’s lost half his power.
“What?” You giggle and before he decides to answer he drops his lips to the middle of them to press a lingering kiss.
“I love your boobies…” he whispers reverently before you throw your head backwards and laugh heartily, your hands draping comfortably on his shoulder and head as he smiles and presses wet kisses around the bottom curve of your breasts.
“Don’t call them boobies, you’re a grown man!” You softly scold and try to ignore the warm buzzing he was shrouding your body in with each kiss.
“They’re the best boobies.” He mumbles against your skin before the kisses intensify and he starts finding places to sweep his tongue over and suck, pulling an open mouthed whine from your unsuspecting lips. “I knew you’d like that.” He chuckles again, and leans over to delicately lick your pebbled nipple and suck it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Your hold on him tightens, much to his satisfaction, and he begins rutting himself against your naked center. “Take—take these off—“ you manage as you feel his hand on your other tit and your brain starts melting when he massages it tenderly.
Without a word, he releases your nipple with a sonorous pop, and gets up from the bed to strip off his pants and boxers. The jingling of his chain and belt excites you, but not as much as the sight of his hard and leaking cock springing up against his stomach as he did so. You didn’t hear yourself gasp but you knew he did with the look he sent you as he stroked himself at the end of his bed.
“I dunno about you, but it feels more like my birthday, tonight.” He says as he steps around to the nightstand and procures a condom, keeping one hand on his manhood as if he were shy.
You smirk as he releases his hold on his member to open the package, to which you roll over on your stomach and crawl over to him. He looks at you with confused amusement and then he freezes when he feels your tongue on the head of his dick. “Oh, shit!”
“Happy birthday.” You giggle before taking his whole tip in your mouth and sucking it rhythmically to drive him mad. You gently caress his hips and in the next moment his hands are on your head, barely and pressure behind his touch.
“Oh, baby, you don’t—you don’t have to do this—“ he sighs out as the euphoria builds inside of him.
“I know—been wanting to.” You mumble before pushing his shaft up against his stomach and licking a wet stripe from sack to tip, but before you could pull it back into your mouth, he was flipping you onto your back again and rolling on the condom.
“You can do that any time you want,” he cuts himself off with a tender kiss to your lips, “Right now I just need to be in you.” He says in a whisper against your lips as he swipes the head of his cock through your wetness.
“Wanna feel you too, Eddie.” You sigh as he kisses down your chest again, “Please, please, please, don’t make me wait anymore.” You whine as he thrusts his shaft between your folds teasingly, “—It’s my birthday!!”
He laughs as he reaches your stomach and plants one last kiss above your belly button. “Since you asked so nicely.” He looks down between you, the ends of his hair tickling your chest as he notches himself right where you need him the most.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He mumbles before pushing the rest of the way inside, his lips connecting with yours in a needy kiss.
“Oh my go—you do too.” You’re quick to assure him. “Fuck me, Eddie, c’mon,” you urge him with your hips, desperate for his friction. He looses a breath, a moan threatening to escape along with it as he starts his slow movements in and out with tender care.
He’d always admired your gentleness, your soft spoken nature. He was sure if he fucked you too hard you’d break, whether it be physically or emotionally he wasn’t sure. So when you wrapped your legs around his waist and opened your mouth to say, “Harder, fuck me harder!” —He was shocked.
He gently pushes your legs back towards you, finding purchase on the back of your thighs and squeezing appreciatively. “You sure?” He asks with a playful lip between his teeth and a gleam in his eye you wanted to see again and again.
“Mhm..” you nod pathetically and he grins wider than the Cheshire Cat. He leans down, pressing himself into you as far as he can, and kisses you on the lips, “We have plenty of time for me to fuck you slowly, yeah?” He asks before withdrawing himself and slamming inside again,
“Oh, fuck, you take me so well.” He says into your neck and sets a brutal pace that renders you thoughtless. “You’re so—you’re so good—shit!” He pants against your skin. The feeling of his weight on top of yours makes you feel so small in his grasp, folded up at his will like a plaything.
His plaything.
“You—ugh! You’re so good..” is all you can think to say, but it’s enough to make him nuzzle against your breast before sealing his mouth against your skin and kissing and nibbling and sucking his way over to your nipple, his thumb working your clit as he pounds you mercilessly, “Cum f’me—“ he mumbles against you.
And at his command, you come undone all over his cock and fingers. The humming, all consuming pleasure washed over you, and your body nearly goes limp.
Your unbridled cries of ecstasy were almost enough to send him over the edge of pleasure, though it sped up the steep climb right before he’d free-fall to the sound of your orgasm and hurtle into his. He speeds up his thrusts, eagerly chasing his high and enhancing yours as he groans roughly into your chest, “Christ!”
“Oh, yes, Eddie!” You whine as your body lurches back into that white hot urge to fuck and feel, just knowing you’re the reason he’s getting off making you clench around him as he spills into the condom and fucks you through his high.
You feel his cock throb inside of you as he collapses on top of you, getting a face full of titties and groaning in satisfaction.
You fall limp against the bed and pillows, his large frame making no move to release you. You can’t help the giggle slipping from your lips, and his head perks up at the sound, his round brown eyes on yours as his own smile builds. “What?” He asks with a kiss to your sternum.
You shake your head and run your fingers through his hair and fix his bangs, “I just… can’t believe this just happened.” You chuckle.
He chuckles too and gives you three more kisses leading up to your neck. He pauses at your lips with a smile, “Me either.” He pecks your lips sweetly before he pulls out of you and strips off the condom to toss in the nearby wastebasket.
He flops down next to you, pulling the sheets over you both as he catches his breath—his chest rising and falling with deep breaths beneath his necklace. He looks over at you and smiles again, his hair tousled from where your hands had played with it as he uncovers a leg and uses the linen to fan himself, “Jesus Christ it got hot—“ he chuckles again and looks back to you.
Your cheeks flush and you pull the sheet over your chest before you turn to face him, “Yeah, it was.” You chuckle nervously.
He turns on his side and looks at you intently, gathering words he’d been keeping at the back of his mind for as long as he’d known you. “I wanna do it again sometime.” He whispered and reached a hand over to cradle your cheek and caress your shoulder down to tangle his fingers into yours.
You smile softly and can’t help your heart sinking in your chest at the idea of being one of the girls he entertained for a few weeks before he never spoke of them again. You’d rather go back to normal than end up that way.
He senses your hesitance and squeezes your hand, “We don’t have to—I didn’t mean—this can totally be a on off, you know?”
You nod dejectedly and squeeze his hand, “If that’s what you want, yeah, for sure.” You say only half convincingly.
He scoots closer and wraps his arms around you, “That’s not what I want—not even close.” He whispers, lightly trailing his fingers down your exposed spine. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but arch into his touch.
“What do you want?” You whisper, finding your hands sliding up his smooth chest.
A smirk pulls at his lips before he kisses your nose, “I want… you.” He chuckles easily at your surprise, “I want to… delete the stupid app off your phone and I want your permission slip framed on my wall.” He giggles as your blush stains your cheeks.
“Is that all?” You chuckle as he kisses your neck, getting progressively more excessive just to make you laugh more, “Are you gonna delete the app off your phone??” You question.
Without an answer Eddie lurches up from the bed, stark naked, and searches through his pants and jacket til he procures his phone and flops back down next to you.
He hopes you watch as he unlocks it and deletes all the hookup apps from his screen. He puts it on the table and rolls over to you again, taking you in his arms as if you belong there now. “I’ll delete allll the unnecessary numbers at breakfast in the morning, yeah?” He kisses your cheek and you smile madly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile into the kiss as he deepens it. “Wanna fuck you like this every birthday.” His voice is muffled by your skin as he continues his kisses down your neck, the fire between you igniting again.
“So when’s your birthday, huh?” You ask in a sultry tone as his cock hardens and he rocks against you with a frustrated groan. He sighs as your hand closes around it and tugs at it playfully a couple times before he’s devouring your neck again.
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dontyouworrydaddy · 3 months
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𝓎𝑜𝓊‘𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊
Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader
summary: Simon comes home from another exhausting mission and you decide to make him forget about his work and just let himself relax.
warning: smut (MDNI! 18+), thigh riding, oral (m! receiving), breeding kink
.・:*:・゚’✫,’✫’゚・:*:・˙
It's been a few months since you have seen Simon (and had sex with). And today is finally the day. This night Simon is gonna return home back to you. So you woke up extra early to clean the house and do a little shopping.
You just got done with cleaning the house and showering and right now you're cooking Simon a meal. And you couldn't help but feel a little too excited to see Simon. And yes of course he is your boyfriend and it would be a little confusing if you hadn't had missed him. But you missed the feeling of him filling you with his cum. You missed how gentle he was with you but also how he could be a little mean. For example not letting you finish and tease you before he lets you finish on his cock. You just miss your sweet and huge boyfriend.
You were too deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.
"Hello my beautiful girl." you hear the so familiar voice call out from behind you. And you could swear you were about to tear up. You turn around let the spatula fall from your hand and straight up run into his arms. You don't care about the cooking anymore. You could order take outs if the food burns off. Right now, you just want to feel your boyfriends presence and his huge and inked tattooed arms around your body. "oh baby. I missed you so so much" Simon adds. And right after this sentence you feel yourself tearing up. Simon kisses the side of your head and tightens the grip around you. He inhales your scent and oh god... how much he missed you.
"Welcome home Baby" you finally say. Simon lets out a little chuckle and changes the position so that you're facing him. "Dinner is almost ready." you say and lead him to the table, serving a homemade dinner just for him. He didn't actually mentioned it but he was about to tear up a beat when you told him you made him dinner. I mean he hadn't had those since childhood. And he's definitely gonna show you how much he appreciates this gesture of you.
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After dinner and a little bit of catching up, you guys washed the dishes together and right now you're sitting in each others arms, watching a boring movie. The little devil you are, you get a random and devilish idea. I mean it's been so long since you both had someone touch you. And you bet Simon has missed the intimacy too.
Without thinking twice you get up from where you were lying and positioned yourself on one of his legs. Simon was a little confused and doesn't know what you're trying to do. But as soon as you put your hands under his shirt, feeling his hard and sexy abs, and start riding his leg, his confused face immediatly into a smirk. "So you also missed the sex, huh?" he asks a rhetorical question. The answer is obvious. You missed the Sex as much as you missed him. "You're no good for me, but baby I want you." you say as you lean down and start kissing him passionately.
Your motion starts speeding up and you feel his cock hardening. The kiss gets sloppy and right now you're cursing at whoever invented clothes. Because you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties.
Simon switches the position in a heartbeat and now you're caged between his arms. "Simon..." you mumble in between the sloppy kiss. His leg circling around your heating spot. "Yes love? What do you want?" he asks a question but the answer is more than obvious. You need him to fuck you. senselessly.
"Please Simon. I need you. I need you to fuck me and don't hold back." you say. In those months, you've had wild imaginations with Simon but your hand was never a help to you.
"Get on your knees first. You gotta earn in baby." he responds, his voice dark and filled with lust. And you don't waste any time. You free yourself and get on your knees. As you pull his joggers and boxers down, his already hard cock springs free. You look up at him and start working your mouth down his length. And seeing his mouth open slightly approves your work. You start sucking him off until he finishes in your mouth. And you shamelessly swallow every single drop of him while holding deep eye contact.
"Now that's a good girl. Let me fulfill all your nasty imaginations you saved in your little pretty and smart head of yours" and with that being said, he pulled you panties down and started adjusting you with his fingers first. But you are being impatient and let your hand fall on his back, leaving a little scratch. "Simon please...I can't anymore" you moan. Simon laughs at you being so desperate. "Patience baby."
After adjusting you with his large fingers, he starts slipping his cock into your tight cunt. "OH god..." you moan out. You will never get used to his cock being that's huge. And he is only halfway inside of your needs cunt. "how much I missed your tight pussy. God, those months without you were horror. I never want to go a day without your pussy around my cock, baby." he starts moving in and out of you. You feel a little tear leave you left eye due to the pleasure. The sound of the TV is quiet compared to the noises your body does when Simon's body hits yours. And he goes from gentle and slow to fast and mean. "Such a good girl for me. Taking me so good. Fuck, makes me wanna finish inside of you..." he groans as his hands hand move around your body and up to your tits. "Please do Simon. Fill me up." you say earning a small chuckle out of Simon. "I'm gonna cum" he says and you feel yourself on the edge too. "C'mon baby. Cum with me together." he says and you do as he told you. You both cum at the same time. As Simon pulls out of you, he uses his fingers to push the leaking juice back inside of you. "Tomorrow morning, you're gonna get your round 2 baby" Simon exhaustingly says as he picks you up and move to the bathroom, to clean you and himself.
Oh how much you missed these moments with him...
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strawberrynightmare · 6 months
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Chifuyu, Kazutora, Yuzuha, Sanzu & Kakucho celebrating their s/o's birthday
Content warning: A tiny little bit of violence
Chifuyu
~Baby. 
~He’ll literally show up in the evening of the day prior with a full backpack and announce that you’re having a sleepover. He’s already brought mangas, food, his hoodie that you like…
~”What do you mean, ‘why, all of a sudden?’ It’s your birthday tomorrow! Which means that we’ve gotta celebrate as early as possible.” He began to unpack. “I wanna be the first to congratulate you on your birthday.”
~He’ll look at you with puppy eyes and pout until you agree. 
~You’re gonna watch serials, do facemasks, eat snacks and read manga together. And it’s not even your birthday yet. And you bet he’ll absolutely spoil you. Like, each time you get up to do get yourself something to drink/eat or anything at all, he’s pressing down on your shoulders to get you back down and runs to get it for you even if you insist that it’s unnecessary. He’s having none of that. 
~Somehow knows how to best keep you awake until midnight and starts counting as if it was a new year’s eve a few seconds before the clock strikes twelve. He’s even more excited than for the new year though. He’s actually screaming out the last few seconds and yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE” when it’s finally time. 
~After that, you soon begin to drowsy and end up falling asleep cuddled together with some movie playing in the background. 
~Wakes up before you and makes you breakfast even though he’s already done enough 🥺
~DO NOT LET GO OF HIM. EVER.
~As for the rest of the day, he probably has everything planned. For the whole month before, he’d note down everything and everywhere you look at or mention and takes you there exactly. I feel like he’d make you a shirt with a cringe logo and then make himself a matching one and demand that the two of you wear it together. 
~I feel like he’d collect things that remind him of you when he sees them, then puts them in a bag and give them to you. Your gift comes out as a gathering of different trinkets, each one charming and unique in their own way. 
~Plans out so many amazing things but gets incredibly flustered when you thank him and claims that he didn’t even do anything. 
~Gets the cake from your favourite bakery and treats you to anything else you want to eat. Literally makes you feel like the best person in the world and if you refuse to let him buy you stuff, he ignores you entirely and asks where do you want to go next. 
~Panics if anything goes wrong or you even look not happy enough to him. Even if you’re just quietly enjoying yourself or do not mind a sudden change of plans at all.
~”I don’t care about where we go as long as we get to spend time together, Chifuyu.
~Ok now you broke him. He is malfunctioning, there is steam coming out of his ears and he’s completely red. Stands still in the middle of wherever you are and spends a good while with his face in his hands while you rub his back because god, he feels the same but now that you put it in words his heart is beating so fast it’s like he’s getting a positive heart attack more like happy heart syndrome and is going to die from happiness. 
~Clings to you for the rest of the day. You come home exhausted, but content and fall asleep almost immediately.
~Marry him.
Kazutora
~You are spending your birthday with him and him alone. No buts. He’s gonna ensure that by coming to your house early in the morning. He’ll furiously ring the doorbell until you wake up, get up and open up. 
~And just as you’re about to get mad because who the hell dares to wake you up at this ungodly hour, you’re greeted with the sight of your smiling boyfriend wishing you happy birthday with birthday cake in one hand and a bag with the other and you feel the anger escaping your body like air out of a balloon someone pricked with a needle. 
~Your anger… He sure does know how to ease it. Suddenly you don’t even remember the reason for your annoyance. 
~He’ll sing you happy birthday while you’re sitting on the sofa, still half asleep. And then he’ll hand you the bag with something expensive you’ve been eyeing during your last shopping trip. 
“You didn’t steal this, right?”
“Right, Kazutora?”
(._.)
~Refuses to leave your side as if his life depended on it. Almost everywhere you go, he follows you. Someone could think that there’s an invisible string connecting him with you, not allowing him to separate himself from you further than three metres away. 
~He’ll sit behind you and brush your hair while you get to eat cake for breakfast. After all, why not? He’s nowhere near strict enough to tell you to eat something healthy first. He says he doesn’t want anything to eat, but the moment you try to spoon-feed him, he’s suddenly starving. 
~After you’re awake enough and finished with eating, he’ll drag you out. And it does not matter that you’re still in your pyjamas, he’ll say that it’s clothes like any other but he’ll wait for you to change if you insist.  
~He probably bought tickets to barbie a movie you were hyped up for and he’ll take you to the cinema. Except he does not watch it at all and instead, he uses your distraction to stare at you all he wants, but then he genuinely gets invested in the story line and both of you leave with tears in your eyes and wobbly lips okay but imagine the both of you crying into the other’s arm and comforting each other while looking like absolute idiots
~So to calm down, you decide to go somewhere quiet and peaceful and settle for laying down on the grass of some park or a meadow and look at the sky and talk about everything that you can think about or just exist and decompose in complete silence. Or both.  But of course, not without him gradually shifting closer to you until he’s completely glued to your side and nuzzling his head into your neck. You may or may not end up play-fighting with him because it’s your birthday and it should be you getting to cuddle him all you want. The solution is the two of you holding the other as close as possible, literally melting together. 
~By the time you’re finished, the two of you will probably be hungry again so you go for a proper dinner in a bar for some soup™ and fries and you’re ready to go but not without him stealing food from your plate while looking you straight in the eye. 
~I’ll be honest with ya, he probably called for an emergency meeting with Baji and Chifuyu a few days prior. They rushed to his house upon hearing how panicked and downright frantic he sounded. And what does it turn out to be? Him stressing out over his lover’s birthday. And so, they begin to combine the few brain cells they have left after beating him up a bit for worrying them and figure out where he can take you. It does take them a few hours, but Baji eventually figures out that… His friend should take you somewhere you like!
~It was actually Chifuyu who contacted Takemitchy and gave him clearer ideas. 
~He silently thanks them as he sees you having fun during the day and coming home exhausted but happy. You two finish the day with cuddling together under a blanket and watching a movie, but you end up falling asleep midway. 
~He’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!
Yuzuha
~She’s pretty chill about it. Probably the chillest out of all of the people in this fic.
~Sets up a date on her calendar and casually asks you about what you would like for your birthday. She’s a straightforward person so a straightforward reply would be the most convenient for her, if you give it, she’ll give you just that with some small additions. If you’re not sure, she’ll opt for practical stuff she can actually picture you using, like a nice box, mouse pad, hairbrush and snacks. 
~And she wouldn’t be all for celebrating on the exact day. She would send you wishes, yes, but for a full celebration, she’d probably schedule a saturday or a sunday so that you have lots of time to do nothing. 
~She’ll show up at your door in the late morning with the present and ask if you want to hang out (the only correct answer is yes). If you have anywhere you want to go in particular, that’s where you’re going, if not, she’ll take you straight to her house.
~Hakkai was probably chased away beforehand and is now having his own sleepover with his Toman buddies.
~There will already be a few bowls with crisps, jelly, chocolates and cookies ready on the table. Make yourself comfortable because this will be the chillest day of your life. 
~You’ll probably be binge watching a series you’ve been planning to watch for a long time, but there was never the right moment. Well, there is. Now. And she’ll probably use the opportunity to have an arm around your shoulders or waist as both of you comment your thoughts and theories about what’s gonna happen next. 
~If you agree, she’ll play with/braid/brush your hair since she can never seem to get enough of it (which is totally not an excuse for her to have you sit on her lap. Not at all). It feels so relaxing to have her fingers graze your scalp, it might become hard to focus.  Oce she’s done, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder and breathe in your scent. 
~Surprisingly or not, Yuzuha does not mind gossiping. You might end up playing out little satire scenes to mock the demeanours of your teachers and annoying classmates. And it’s twice as fun since she’s both well oriented in ordinary stuff and gang oriented business as well. 
~Don’t count on any proper meals when you can have pizza. Your girlfriend argues that since these are usually things people don’t eat because they don’t consider them healthy, now you can loosen up and do everything you usually wouldn’t allow yourself to. 
~Same with going to sleep at a reasonable hour. You’re gonna get so invested in gaming together with her, you won’t even notice what hour this is until you glance at the clock and see 1am. 
~You’d probably get a random idea to download some ikemen otome game and play it for fun while continuously making fun of the love interests and their cringe lines. 
~You don’t really “go” to sleep, rather, one of you dozes off at some point and the other turns off the devices and lays next to them. You aren’t necessarily cuddling, but you sure as hell are touching each other in some way. 
Sanzu
~According to his heroic/failure story, as a gift, he’ll probably beat up some people you dislike, shave off their hair and present them to you, records as he pushes them down the stairs or makes them write a 2 000 word essay on how they are shitty people, apologise for it at least ten times and say that they were wrong while begging for forgiveness while he holds a knife to their throat. They probably won’t know who they are apologising to in the first place since he doesn’t want to get you in trouble.
~Whether you like it or not is up to you 👀
~If you appreciate it, he’ll be over the moon. If not, he’ll just scratch his head and give you some random thing he saw in the shop that reminded him of you for some reason. 
~Your friends do not exist to him. He's kidnapping you for the day.
~First things first, asks you where you want to go. If it’s shopping, he’ll carry your bags. If it’s eating, he’ll order you lots of food and insist that you should try a little bit of everything. If it’s arcade, he’ll cheer on you, try to win rewards or play with you if it’s a multiplayer game. Or maybe you want to chill in the park? Sure, he’ll just grab a blanket so that you don’t have to worry about bugs. 
~If you have nowhere you want to go, he’ll offer you a tour around the city, so maybe then you would have an idea. He won’t rush you. Truth is, he’s content as it is because he gets to hold your hand as you rant about your day.
~And he is not leaving your side at all. Not to stop to take something out of his bag, not to check anything out, not to take a leaflet from a polite stranger. He’s always right on the edge of your peripheral vision. His constant presence is rather comforting, it’s always easier to move through life when there’s someone to have your back.
~Cannot believe it if anyone is being mean to you. Even if it’s just a rude stranger, it’s his lover’s birthday and he will absolutely not tolerate anyone ruining it. Won’t even think twice about giving them a black eye if they even look at you wrong. But it doesn’t end with a black eye and you might have to drag him away from the almost unconscious person.
~If you prefer to spend time in the comfort of your/his home, then he’ll be a bit more clingy. You’ll probably play the most random game you find on the internet and it will turn out to be surprisingly fun and intense. 
~Similar to Kakucho, but a lot more quiet. He’s just… not sure what to do. He’s used to his sister dragging him around to shop and following her around and holding her bags. It’s useless to resist. So he kind of expects you to behave similarly. Pouts if you don’t let him carry your bags because you can’t be serious. If you insist on taking them even on the way back, he won’t say anything but he’s gonna stare holes into you.
~If you give up and hand them to him, he’ll give you a sweet smile and if you don’t, he’ll surrender. Probably. Some day.
~It will be one of the rare days he asks you if he can stay over. It’s rare of him to suggest it, so you might be a bit taken aback, but it sure is a nice surprise. 
~He’ll guide you to lay your head on his lap while scrolling through his phone and occasionally showing some funny memes or videos to you. 
~Belongs to team take out, you can have it delivered or go over to the nearby shop and get whatever you like. 
~Birthday with Sanzu is just whatever you want it to be. He’s pretty elastic when it comes to this - he’ll adapt to whatever you want to do no matter what this is. Unless it’s something like “Let’s go to Switzerland!” With his arms under your armpits and an uneasy expression, he’ll drag you away from the airport while explaining that there are plenty of things to do in your own country. 
~But that’s the limit, as long as it doesn’t require a passport, he’ll comply with your requests although he might raise a brow at some of them. 
~You might fall asleep at some point since I hc him as a good cuddler.
Kakucho
~He’d ask you to hang out with him the day before your actual birthday so that you have time to meet some other friends then 🥺 Unless you don’t have any other friends or they’re too busy. Then he’ll be happy to spend your special day with you.
~Although he probably won’t be very keen on having a whole party with your friends. He’s kind of set on having you for himself and you having him for yourself for at least a few hours. In a crowd, he won’t fight for your attention, but rather watch over you from the shadows. Always ready to support you no matter what.
~When there’s only the two of you together, first things first he’d ask you where you wanna go. And that’s where you will go. He’s willing to get dragged around the whole Japan if necessary and you won’t hear a word of complaint from him. Your birthday is a “yes” day.
~If you don’t have any ideas, he’ll suggest the places he thought of beforehand. These places will vary depending on your interests and personality. It can be the playground in the local park, a cat cafe, an amusement park, a museum, an arcade etc. No matter which one you pick, you’re gonna have fun with him. His presence just feels so comforting, it makes you feel like you can have the whole world for yourself.
~Might ask you if you’re having fun once or twice if he notices you being too quiet. 
~Rather than choosing a gift for you himself, he’d rather get you something that you mentioned earlier or take you shopping so that you can choose. He might opt for a little handmade trinket he created himself as an addiction to that. And yeah, you guessed it, he doesn’t buy you a birthday cake either. You choose whatever you want to eat and he’ll get it for you. You know best. 
~Even if you thought that he forgot. Yeah no. He probably set up a date on his phone calendar with a reminder a week, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days and 1 day prior. But he remembers about it two weeks prior and then whenever he gets the notification reminder, he’ll be stressing out about it.  ~Kisses and cuddles! You are special and you should know it. Do you feel bonita? I feel bonita. Wonderful, cuz you are bonita! He’d randomly wrap his arms from behind you and kiss your temple. “Happy birthday, dearest. Have I already told you how much I love you?” And he’s so sweet- hell, he’s always sweet but still, he always manages to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.
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noisyquokka · 5 months
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Winner Winner
PAIRING - Mark x GN!Reader
SYNOPSIS - When you and Mark made a bet on who could create the better Halloween costume, neither of you expected to take it so seriously.
WORDCOUNT - 2.2k
WARNINGS - NOT PROOFREAD cause life has been busy srry, kinda fluffy, banter/shit-talking, friendly competition, established friendship, but we ain't afraid to talk up our boy when he's looking damn foine 😈😩
A/N - I watched the Ghost Rider movies again recently and yeah... Mark Lee in all leather, anyone?
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"Damn!! I know you said you were going all out, but I didn't think you meant cosmic horrors."
You smile to yourself at Mark's praises, adding on the finishing touches to your makeup and special effects.
"Listen, never underestimate a bad bitch with a game plan, okay." You say, laser focused on what you were doing before turning to your best friend. You stop short, eyebrows raising at his choice of costume.
When you and Mark made a bet on who could create the best Halloween costume, part of you hadn't expected him to take it so seriously either. But seeing him in the reflection of the bathroom mirror doused all your thoughts. 
If someone were to look between you two, it's clear that your costume turned into a full-on art project. You had gone out and bought the different materials needed — be it fabrics for the outfit, special effects, wiring for the headpiece and caging around your torso — and spent upwards of two months to make everything as you imagined it in your head. The blueprints still sit in your room under a heap of fabric cuttings, and now you stand in your bathroom donning the finished product. You are a true Eldritch Horror.
That's not to say Mark didn't put a good amount of effort into his costume. You give him a once over, nodding to yourself. 
"You really put your whole Markussy into that, huh."
You hear him snort behind the skeletal mask, the sound making your lips pull back in an impressed smirk.
"I told you I was serious this year," He says, voice slightly muffled as he holds his arms out in a show of confidence. "This is gonna get me so many points tonight!" 
Indeed, Mark Lee was feeling himself in his chosen DIY costume. How couldn't he when he was head to toe in all-black leather? Ghost Rider wasn't the top thought when someone says Marvel — less so when it came to movie adaptations — but you and Mark watched the movies often. Even so, you hadn't thought of that as a potential costume. But damn, did he pull it off. 
"Damn, where'd you get the mask from? It's so detailed..." You bring a hand up to feel the skull, a rough texture under your fingertips. The jaw moves as he speaks,
"An old friend of mine. Bro's got a lot of horror costumes and stuff from conventions." It wasn't cheap, in fact it was so well detailed that you couldn't see it being from a costume store or online shop. That was hand-crafted with love over a few weeks, at the very least.
Then there was the leather jacket with the black tee underneath. The perfect pairing. The perfect fit. You took note of the familiar spikes embellishing the shoulders of the jacket, thrifted from one of your old belts. So that's what he wanted it for... A nice attention to detail, you admit. The chain wraps around his shoulder and over his chest, gloved hands adjusting the links as you glance down. And then the pants... 
"Those aren't actual biker pants are they?"
"They are, but I bought the cooler looking ones."
You chuckle, raising a brow. 
"Ah, the modern Johnny Blaze..." You trail off, taking a closer look. "And your high-top sneaks really bring the whole thing together!"
"Okay, that sounded condescending." He mutters, and you laugh, poking him in the shoulder.
"What!? You look good, is all I'm saying."
"Thank you!"
"And I apologize in advance for all the candy I'm bringing home tonight. I spent too much time and effort on this costume to not win!" You turn back to the mirror, giving yourself one last look before you add the fully furnished headpiece.
The base is just wires weaved together, but you had taken the time to mask over the skeleton to build up a mass of branching horns and a voided curtain of dead eyes within galaxies. It took hours upon hours of adding layers to an everchanging mountainous piece, you almost felt as if you were back in school crafting with papier-mâché. This was just more entertaining.
"Shit, what the fuck are you even supposed to be?"
You smirk, adjusting the thing to your skull until it's comfortable enough.
"An ancient entity incomprehensible to the whole of humanity."
"Right, duh." Mark jokingly smacks the front of his mask, shaking his head. You chuckle at that, turning on your heels. You tap his shoulder as you leave the bathroom.
"You ready to watch me win this thing?" You ask, to which Mark scoffs at your confidence.
"Now hold on, I've got more than just this," He gestures to his outfit, bringing a hand to the side of the skull. You hear a subtle click and suddenly the eyes and top of the skull is aglow in orange. After another beat, you see the smoke dispersing through the same locations. 
"I can totally see you passing out from smoke inhalation within the hour."
"It's not in the mask, it's rigged through a compartment on the side. I'll be winning within the hour though." He replies. You can hear the grin behind his words.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that!"
"Who's gonna tell the health-nuts that no one wants celery stalks on Halloween?" Mark groans, glancing down into his bag of candy. He pulls a Nature Valley bar out with visible disgust, the sounds of shrieks and youngsters laughing in the night fill your ears. "Look at this, nah bro!"
"At least it's not dental floss!" You snatch the bar from him, the infamous green wrapper crunching in your grip. You tear the package with ease, cursing as the snack falls onto the street like sawdust.
"Dude!" Mark huffs, watching you bring the opened end of the wrapper to your open mouth. You wave him off, attempting to wipe any crumbs from your costume.
"I went to the same houses as you. If you want it so badly, I'll give you the three in my bag."
The street lights glow warm against the asphalt below, illuminating the cul-de-sac you two chose for this year's trick-or-treat festivities. Over the past hour, you both had decided to go house to house separately. Most of the people who you came across praised your costume for its creative freedom. A few houses gave you extra candy for it. That was extra points in your book! Mark was doing about the same as you, his bag filled roughly half way. Trying to trust each other's word for what people said about your costumes was a joke though. You both regrouped at a street corner, talking shit about the reactions you both told one another. As if it was so hard to believe either of you got a thumbs up for your chosen characters.
Now you sit on the curb (or rather, Mark sits and you stand due to costume restrictions... a major penalty to your points, he'd said) to the block you've yet to venture around, digging through the various types of candy and fruit snacks and weird shit people decide is a good Halloween handout. 
"Why do people even buy those carrot sticks?" His voice is laced with frustration, pulling the snack pack out of his candy haul. "Like, who actually eats these for fun?"
"People who like the spicy crunch of raw carrot." You reply, reaching for his gloved hand again. But he's learned this time, pulling away.
You dig through your bag, pulling out a pack of Skittles and shaking them in his direction. Mark sits there for a moment, foot tapping as he takes a moment to think about your offer. Gloved fingers twitch in a come hither motion; the finality of the trade off.
"Couldn't trust me to trade with you once we get back to my place?" You tease.
"Not after the Nature Valley bar."
"You didn't even want it." You scoff, tossing the pack of candy as he tosses the carrots at you. Ever the savior you are. Your attention tracks to the houses that you have yet to raid, watching a group of young kids skip up the drive and rush the door.
"How much longer you wanna do this?" You ask. Mark shrugs, glancing at his phone. 
"It's coming up on 8:30... think we could make it through this entire block by nine?" You tilt your head slightly, inky fingers holding up the tote on your person.
"Bet, this entire block is done in ten minutes and we bail." You offer your free hand that Mark takes, tugging him to his feet. With determined strides, the two of you start for the first house on the block. 
The houses all look the same as you move down the street, the only difference being the appearance of adorned exteriors. You could tell which households went all out for the season and which didn't based on the decorations. A mass of projections in windows and four-hundred dollar giant skeletons in front yards could only be cool for so long. In reality, you preferred the homes that put a little charm in their decorating. Cotton spiderwebs and spooky ghosts hanging in bare trees. A few creepy animatronics and a scarecrow with pumpkins on the doorstep to pull it all together. Just a little charm, like this next house you're coming up to. 
A group of kids race past you and Mark, their feet pounding against the pavement as they cut through the yard of the nearest house. You can hear them yell a trick or treat as you both walk up the driveway, and just from their mannerisms you could tell they were teens. The door opens to an elderly woman dressed like the old woman from Snow White, long hooked nose and all. She mumbles something about their costumes and asks how their nights have been as she hands each a handful of candy, and the group hops off the steps, racing into the night like a pack of feral cats.
"Well, look at you two!" Your ears perk as you and Mark turn back to the old woman at the door, disbelief on your face at what just occurred. She gives you a toothy grin, very in character for her costume, waving you up onto the porch with a gusto unlike someone her age.
"Is it too late to say trick or treat?" You joke, taking the steps carefully so you don't trip in your draped fabrics. The woman laughs good-naturedly, her smile widening as you ascend the steps.
"It's never too late, dears!" She replies, holding out the bucket of goodies. "What are we this year, then?" You can't help but grin back at the woman. Her joy for the holiday is infectious as she takes in your costumes with twinkling eyes.
"You'll never guess mine, but Mark here is a-"
"Bro!" Mark smacks your shoulder, voided eyes staring back at you.
"What?" 
The old woman chuckles as he takes his handful of candy from the bowl. 
"Could we ask you who's is better, Miss?" Mark glances between you both before looking to the woman once more. A wide smile pulls at her cheeks, her laugh warming you like a fresh-baked apple pie.
"Well, now that's too difficult of a question to answer! I think the two of you look just great, and that's all there is to it." Her smile is contagious and you catch yourself grinning back. 
"That's very kind of you, Miss." You tell her, reaching for your own handful of candy. "Thank you!"
"You two have a great night now, stay safe!" She says, watching you both step off the porch. Once you're far enough from the door, Mark leans in. 
"So what she meant to say was my costume was better, but she's just too sweet of a woman to break your heart."
"Oh stop!"
"I think she was hitting on me." You scoff at that.
"She couldn't even see your face, Mark."
"Don't need to when I got all this to back me up." He says, gesturing to himself like he's the absolute shit.
"So you're trying to say that the Grannies love you?" You ask, raising a brow. He brings a gloved hand to his chest, rattling the chain links across the leather.
"They're busting down my door." He says, tone serious as ever. 
"They have arthritis, they can't bust down doors." You counter, turning up the next driveway.
"They can if they're determined enough!" He says, chasing after you.
You and Mark power through the rest of the block, your minds buzzing from the few pieces of candy you'd snuck from your bags. In the last twenty minutes you're sure you collected enough candy to make a toddler bounce off the walls... and a few more Nature Valley bars that Mark will complain about.
You're ready to retire for the night, a successful Halloween, you think. The lights are already out on many houses as you both trek back to the car and a couple of older kids are still shuffling up to doors in hopes of scoring some last minute treats.
"So it's safe to say I won with all the candy in my bag." You say, jostling the tote in your hand with a smirk.
"We haven't even counted out our bags, you haven't won yet!" 
"I have to get all this stuff off when I get home! I am not sitting down to count my candy, bro!"
"I'll do it, then." He replies, unlocking the car. You bark out a laugh, pulling on the passenger side door.
"Yeah, I trust you to not cheat." 
"You wanna win or not?"
"...Yes."
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Your only chance
(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!
Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.
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Hello Precious,
do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?
I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.
It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.
And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.
The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.
But enough about me, let's talk about you.
Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.
In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...
I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.
Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...
I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...
But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.
And speaking of touching...
I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?
How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...
The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...
And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.
I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...
You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.
I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.
I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.
And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.
But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...
Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.
And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.
I will see you soon, Precious.
-- P. D.
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haee-elia · 5 months
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spence-tober: day 19 - surfer
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pairing: surfer!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which you enjoy your honeymoon with a little bit of added competition
word count: 1257
warnings: fluff
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If there’s one thing people could agree on about you and your husband, it’s about your shared competitive nature. 
That’s why, even now on your honeymoon, you and your husband have this unspoken bet. Who will give in first? 
Who will pick up their board first and succumb to the beautiful waves of the Mamanuca Islands?
So far, you both had resisted the urge and have enjoyed spending time together in other ways. Scuba diving and snorkeling have fulfilled the water need and there are also many other activities that are available on the islands, not just surfing.
“The waves look nice today,” Spencer comments while standing in the small kitchen space of your rental, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
You roll your eyes as you sit in the chair to the vanity, messing with your hair to get ready for the day. These types of comments have come from the both of you ever since this unofficial, unspoken, bet aroused.
It had first started when you had landed in Fiji for your honeymoon. Everyone beforehand, like your family and friends, had told you that a honeymoon was time to spend together as newlyweeds after a hectic few months of wedding planning. You two took it as a competition on who would bail to go surfing first.
“They do look nice. Heard this morning there’s gonna be ten foot waves.” You reply back to Spencer, a smirk on your face. 
“Ten feet?” Spencer questions, his hand motions stopping. You can see the cogs working in his brain, just thinking about the waves out there.
“Yep,” You answer, “But the tide’s gonna go down soon, so don’t know how much longer the waves are gonna last.” You watch Spencer carefully now, hoping that these few comments could break his resilience and he’d finally crack.
He knew you weren’t lying either. The small old fashioned radio on the coffee table had in fact commented about the high waves today. Spencer, in all his tall glory, didn’t often get to surf out tall waves, or at least tall for him. 
You both traveled regularly for competitions, in fact, you had met at a competition five years ago. After stumbling into each other a few more times, you realized you were going to travel on the same circuit and decided to give dating a try. As two professional surfers, always traveling, it was hard to maintain a long-term relationship, but you and Spencer made it work. 
It was fun to surf and train together. It was great to be able to show off new tricks. To have someone to cheer you on at competitions and to have someone who’s waiting for you back on the beach. 
“Fine.” Spencer says, giving in with a smile on his face, “I’m going surfing today.”
You pump your fist in victory, “Yes! Alright, let’s go before the tide goes down.” You reply to him, quickly finishing at the vanity and running over to the tall wardrobe in your shared bedroom where you had hung up your wetsuits when you first arrived at your honeymoon rental.
Another plus of being professional surfers is times like these when you travel. You don’t have to worry about going back to work or PTO or anything. Both of you didn’t have competitions coming up any time soon and had postponed any sponsored content until a month after your wedding. That’s why you had rented the small bungalow for a few weeks rather than sticking to a hotel. 
Spencer laughs, but you can hear him following right behind you. His arms wrap around your middle as you grab the wetsuits, “I love you.” He says, burying his head into your shoulder.
You turn your head and kiss his temple, his face is hidden into your skin, “I love you too, Spencer.”
You could feel a smirk form on his lips, “Since you touched the wetsuits first, you lost.”
“Uh, uh!” You exclaim in disagreement, whipping your head around to look at your husband. “You gave in!” 
“But you touched the wetsuits…” Spencer playfully bantered back.
You shake your head at him and take your wetsuit out of the wardrobe, “Fine, then. Don’t even try to come to me when you need your wetsuit zipped up.” You walk off into the adjacent bathroom.
Spencer had always needed your help or someone else’s getting his wetsuit zipped all the way up. He was tall, which didn’t help, but his arms didn’t have the flexibility to reach for an attached string like you did with yours. You could easily zip your own wetsuit up with the help of an attached string that you could reach behind your back to get. 
As you get ready in the bathroom, you can hear Spencer outside the door.
“Now wait a minute!” He says before going quiet for a moment. He doesn’t say anything else until you come out of the bathroom with your wetsuit on, ready to surf. He also has put on his wetsuit, but you can tell by the puckering at the neck of the wetsuit that he was not able to zip it up by himself.
He’s waiting, sitting on the bed and looks up to you with a pondering look, “Alright, you won.”
You laugh and walk over to him to straddle his hips. Both pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and bringing your hands around to his back to zip up the back for him.
“For now.” Spencer adds on once you two pull apart from your kiss.
You laugh and take his hand in yours, pulling him to the door and out to the outside of your rental.
In all fairness, you wouldn’t have been too far behind in giving in and losing the bet. Of course you loved spending time with Spencer and enjoyed all the other activities you shared, inside and outside of the rental. But there was always something special about sharing a surf with your beloved boyfriend, now husband. 
In fact, this would be your first surf together since getting married. You both had another week in Fiji and the rest of your lives together so you didn’t doubt at all that this would be the last.
Hand in hand, you only let go for a moment to get your boards situated in your free arms before lacing your fingers together again. This is how you walked down to the beach not too far from your rental.
As you approached the beach together, the warm glow of the sun and the heat radiated over the two of you, leaving a glowy haze of sunshine on both of your skins. 
In these moments together, there is nothing that needs to be said. The rustling of the local flora and the crashing sounds of the waves against the rocks and sand fill the comfortable silence as the two of you walk towards the large waves forming on the horizon. 
Having lived a bit of a nomadic life before, traveling from competition to competition and from beach to beach, you had never imagined being so enamored with having a companion along for the ride let alone married. But you know you made the right choice when Spencer glances over to you, a wide smile on his lips and a fantastic glimmer in his eye.
You’re about to ask him what is on his mind when he speaks.
“Winner catches first wave?”
You laugh and throw your head back, planting your feet deep into the sand.
“You’re on!”
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a/n: i'm not entirely happy with this one, but i like the ending. to be honest, i've been traveling back home for the past few days and 'lost' my groove in the one day i missed prepping one of these blurbs but im hoping to jump back onto the grind of things.
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Alcina divorces Y/N but they eventually get back together part 2
I love this AU. Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!
The last few months had been hell. You were staying with Sal, but you were rarely home.
You took any jobs you could get. Mostly to keep your mind off things.
Once you got off from work, you went straight to the bar in the village and tried to ease the pain with booze. It didn’t help much, though.
Sal was worried about you. He tried not to pry, but he always offered to take you fishing or to watch a movie with you.
The girls would visit at least once a week, but usually more often than that. Bela always brought you fresh food from the castle and Dani would hardly let you go because she cuddled you so much.
Cass was more reserved around everybody else, but you could tell how much she missed you. The both of you would excuse yourselves to go talk privately. She told you a lot about what Alcina had been up to and it comforted you to know that she was keeping a regular schedule. You didn’t want her to be miserable like you. After all that had happened, you still loved her dearly. There would never be another person that could take her place.
On one particular visit, the girls all had mischievous glints in their eyes. You asked them what they were up to, but Dani just giggled and said they had a fantastic plan. You were worried. When the three of them put their minds to something, there was no telling what they could accomplish.
Bela told you that Alcina would be working closely with Mother Miranda on a new experiment and wouldn’t be home for several days.
You raised an eyebrow at this. Alcina rarely left the castle and in all the time you had known her, she had never spent even one night away.
“Wow, it must be important.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows.
Dani gushed and told you what the three of them had decided. “We’re going to throw a bit of a… Soiree while mother is away!” She said excitedly.
You couldn’t help but crack up. “So, you’re gonna throw a crazy party while your mom’s out of town? That’s awesome. Will there be drinking and debauchery?” You grinned.
Cass rolled her eyes. “No, Y/N. It’s not some silly little get together. It’s a masquerade ball. Everyone there will be in disguise.”
Dani nodded excitedly. “Yeah! And there will be beautiful girls there, Y/N. We’ve invited pretty much the whole village! You have to come!” She begged.
You blushed at the idea of the girls trying to set you up with other women. “B-but! I don’t even have a costume, and I bet I can’t get out of work!” You spluttered in embarrassment.
Bela shushed you. “What part of ‘we invited the whole village’ did you not understand? Besides, we’ve already got something for you to wear.” She says and turns to hand you a sleek black outfit and mask.
Your eyes widen at just how much thought the girls had put into this. “Damn. Well, I guess I have to go, now.” You smile. This would be a fun distraction and you’d never turn down spending time with the girls.
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The day of the masquerade ball arrived and you were a bit nervous. You didn’t know what to expect, but you decided you needed to suck it up and get ready anyway. You couldn’t let Bela, Cass, and Dani down.
You had to admit, the girls had done a great job of finding your costume. It fit like a glove. Did they commission it from Donna?
Once you put on your mask, you were ready to go. It felt kind of nice pretending to be someone else for a while.
The party was in full swing once you got to the castle and it made you feel nostalgic to be back after so long. You wished you could go back in time to fix things, but you tried your best to not get in your head and upset yourself.
You spotted Bela, Cass, and Dani in matching outfits (Of course) and went over to say hello.
Dani wolf-whistled when she saw you. “Wow, Y/N. You clean up very nicely, you know that?” She teased and immediately gave you a hug.
Cass and Bela were just relieved you showed up at all. You surprised them both by pulling them into a group hug.
You reluctantly let go of your girls and nervously scratched your head. You were worried the girls were going to get into trouble.
“You don’t think Alc-” You stopped yourself and winced. You almost said her name after all this time and it stung.
Bela gave you a sympathetic look before cupping your face. “Everything has been taken care of, Y/N. Now, go mingle. I see some women over there who look very impatient to make your acquaintance.” She said and gestured to a group of young women who were checking you out.
You blushed, but Dani gave you a gentle push and sent you on your way.
Once you were out of earshot of the girls, they quickly huddled together.
“Do you think this is going to work?” Cass asked, suddenly unsure.
Bela nodded. “Yes. Mother should arrive any minute. We just have to get her to see Y/N talking with another woman and her possessiveness should do the rest.” She said confidently.
“How are you so sure she’ll react like you say?” Dani asked her eldest sister.
“Because, Dani. If I know anything, it’s that mother is painfully jealous. And, I know she still loves Y/N. They should have never separated. They’re made for each other.” Bela concluded.
Dani giggled. “So romantic! They’re soulmates!” She exclaimed, feeling more sure of their plan.
Dancing and conversation flooded the foyer for the next half hour and made the castle come to life.
You were politely mingling with other people, but on the inside you couldn’t help but think how much more fun you would be having if the lady of the castle was there with you. She was always so good at making small talk, but you were struggling a bit.
Just as a pretty blonde from the village had finally convinced you to dance with her, the castle doors opened, revealing someone you hadn’t seen in months but couldn’t couldn’t get out of your mind since the two of you parted.
“Alcina…” You whispered.
Note: Dramatic! I’ll end this one in the next installment. Hope you enjoyed!
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Hiiiiiiiiii bb,
Maybe you could write about Eddie being absolute shit at beerpong and he loses to his crush and he gets so mad that he pouts all night about it. 🤔😅
🤡 @trashmouth-richie
Ahahahaha fuck you but yes I'll write it.
Warnings: language, drinking, characters are around 21-22 years old
WC: 802
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"Hah!" you exclaim as you sink the ping pong ball into the final cup. "We win!" You turn and give Robin a high-five, sticking your tongue out at Steve and Eddie.
"You said you were good at this," Eddie hisses at his teammate, raking his fingers through his curls in frustration.
Steve just shrugs. "I was, back in high school. Guess I'm out of practice." He reaches into the cooler and pulls out two more beers, offering one to Eddie. "To losing," he holds up his can, frowning when Eddie doesn't do the same. "Dude, what crawled up your ass?"
"Nothing," Eddie huffs, taking a swig. His eyes flick over to you, already engrossed in a conversation with some guy he vaguely remembers from Hawkins High. You're laughing and taking small sips of your drink.
"Oh, I see," Steve smirks. "You're upset because you wanted to impress your little girlfriend, huh?"
"Not my girlfriend," Eddie mumbles, glancing at you again when he hears you giggle. God, what was so funny that you were still talking to this loser?
Steve sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't get it. A few months ago, you were fine with just being her friend. Now you're getting all bent out of shape over a stupid game of pong?"
Before Eddie can respond, he feels an arm sling around his shoulder. "Aw, whassa matter, Romeo?" Robin teases, words slightly slurred. "Sad without your Juliet?"
"Shut up, both of you!" Eddie undoes himself from Robin's grasp. "'M gonna take a leak, and then I'm outta here." He pushes through the crowd of people and stumbles to the bathroom.
Eddie never used to think twice about impressing you; it's not that he didn't care, but you two were just friends. He didn't overthink his jokes or get self-conscious about his hair, because he didn't need to. But that all changed a few months ago: he was sick as a dog, curled up in bed with the worst flu he'd ever had. You'd showed up with some homemade soup and crackers, staying for hours to make sure that he drank enough water and took medicine to keep his fever down. After that, he saw you in a whole new light. He never knew someone could care about him like you do. And it doesn't hurt that you're gorgeous, either.
He leaves the bathroom, hastily wiping his hands on his jeans, and nearly bumps into someone. "Watch it, du--oh, hi," he breathes out, unable to meet your gaze. "Sorry 'bout that."
"Y'okay?" you ask, concern evident by your tone. Eddie practically melts when you grab his hand to pull him back towards you. "What's going on?"
"'M fine." He tries a small smile. "Just tired." That part isn't a complete lie; he's tired of watching opportunities to be with the girl of his dreams pass by.
You give a little laugh. "You can't pull one over on me, Eddie Munson," you say. "Now, tell me what's really on your mind."
"I, uh, really thought I had that beer pong game in the bag." Another half-truth.
"You're upset because of that?" You furrow your brows. "'S not like we bet any money."
Eddie massages the nape of his neck. "I looked like an idiot," he supplies. "Kept tryin' to get the stupid fuckin' ball in the stupid fuckin' cup..."
"You didn't look like an idiot; we were just having fun," you reassure him. "If anything, you look like an idiot now, getting all pouty about it." You pause. "Wait...were you trying to show off for someone?" When he looks away, you clap your hands excitedly. "Who is it? C'mon, I won't tell." You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key.
"No one." Eddie shakes his head.
"Liar! Look, you're totally blushing. Tell me tell me tell m--"
"It's you, okay!" he blurts out, unable to contain his secret any longer. "I was gonna--ugh, I was gonna say something like, 'you owe the winner a date,' or some cheesy shit like that, like in those dumb romance movies you watch--"
"They are not dumb!" you retort, giving him a playful shove. "But I am gonna steal that line. So, Eddie, you owe the winner a date."
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really? You wanna go on a date with me?"
"Of course!" you say with a smile. "You think I'd risk the flu for just anyone?"
Eddie beams, pulling the keys to his van from his jacket pocket. "What are we waiting for, then? Wanna grab some burgers at Benny's with me?"
"I'd love to," you return his smile, then bring your lips to his ear to whisper, "maybe after, we can go back to your place and you can show me what you are good at."
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It Falters On The Horizon (Chapter 1)
Fnaf Eclipse x gn reader, 6k words
(it/they/he pronouns are used for Eclipse)
If any of you have an ao3 invite I could use, I would be deeply grateful <3
Waking up for work on a Tuesday morning isn’t all that bad if you like your job. It doesn’t even need to be particularly glamorous; anything that doesn’t make you want to crumple to the floor like a tinfoil ball by the end of your shift is a win. And anything beats retail. So you’re pretty satisfied with your decent pay (and flexible hours) at the Fazbear Entertainment™ Mega Pizzaplex©. You even get to google conspiracy theories on company time, it’s great.
Your alarm rings, and you feel at least half the joints in your spine crack as you sit up to turn it off. It takes a minute of flailing like an indignant carp before you’re able to roll out of bed and onto your feet. You grab your Fazwatch© (patent pending) from its little charging station and its screen buzzes to life. A few practiced button-taps show you the day’s schedule. All the tours are at the regular times, showing the same schedule as it did last night. Maybe you don’t need to check it as often as you do, but management has made last-minute changes before, and it’s pretty fair to assume it will happen again. For some reason or another, the tour times will sometimes get moved around or cancelled on the day-of. After a month on the job, you’re comfortable enough in your routine to give a tour on 5-minute’s notice. (You had to last Friday. That was a new low, even for Faz-management.) But everything looks fine today, so you shouldn’t have to whip out The Ol’ Fazbear Entertainment Approved Apology Spiel for any poor customers who might miss the sudden change in their tour times. 
You once bet $50 that management will try to move a tour to some time in the past. The staff bot that cleans at your end of Rockstar Row is often the recipient of your quips, and it only stopped sweeping for a second to acknowledge your comment. You still aren’t sure if it knows what money is, and you probably don’t have 50 bucks to spare, anyway. You guys can probably just call it even. Besides, you think it found the joke funny (it made a single ‘ha’ sound), so that’s probably all that matters.
You used to be surprised by the number of people you can find in the pizzaplex at the asscrack of dawn, but the magic of the place (and the meticulously crafted ads on kids’ youtube) always attracts a small crowd. Weekdays are pretty quiet in the mornings, but there’s always someone visiting the pizzaplex. It’s a lavish place that probably pays more money for the monthly electricity than you will ever see in your life, but you’re sure the company can afford it easily with the number of guests they get. With how stupidly overpriced some of the stuff is here, you’re sure those guys have plenty of funds to spare. You really don’t get why management will always cut corners and be so cheap, then turn around and drop hundreds of thousands on some shiny new robot. Fickle, those guys.
Anyways, back to your own work:
Thankfully, it’s never too busy back at Rockstar Row during the day when the animatronics are performing or going to private birthday parties. You can hear their music if you listen for it, but all the festivities are distant enough that they don’t disturb you. The voices, cheers, and catchy tunes blend together in a gentle hum-drone of white noise. You keep saying that you’re gonna watch a performance one of these days, but you want to go at a time when you won’t get lost in a sea of pre-teens and their exhausted parents, so you keep putting it off. Usually, none of said pre-teens or parents are hanging around Rockstar Row when you prepare for the day, so you can have your peace of mind as you clock in. You can even whistle a bit of copyrighted music while dusting off the ol’ display cases without getting a single disapproving email from management. Throughout the day, you give a couple of tours down the Row to tell the history and legends of the old Fazbear pizzerias, throwing in some popular conspiracy theories and horror stories for spice. There’s plenty of time in between the tours of this makeshift museum when you usually just sit around in case anybody needs directions or something. All-in-all, it’s a pretty nice job. And you’re pretty darn good at it, too. Nobody knows how to redirect a customer to somebody who actually knows how to help with whatever wild shit happened to their kid quite like you do.
Sometimes, Rockstar Row gets kinda crowded at the end of the day when the animatronics are doing meet-n-greets in their rooms. There aren’t any museum tours at this time (thank Faz), so you get to sit down at your little desk area and watch how these vibrant characters and their equally dazzling personalities capture the attention of the crowds. They’re real pros at what they do; you can’t help but smile at their acts, even from a distance. 
There have been a few times when there wasn’t anyone waiting in line to chat with one of the animatronics, so Freddy or Roxy will sometimes come over to say hi when you wave to them. You’ve been hoping to introduce yourself to Monty and Chica, but their rooms aren’t really visible from your corner of Rockstar Row (and you don’t want to intrude when anyone’s busy), so you’re limited to the other two at the moment. Freddy is very popular and very busy, he is the titular character after all, so you’ve probably spoken to Roxy the most. She once expressed gratitude that she doesn’t have to maintain her usual act and energy when she talks with you. It was a pretty serious and vulnerable comment, so you wanted to respond in a positive and encouraging manner. The somewhat goofy thumbs-up that you gave her (clearly not the expected response) made her laugh so hard that Freddy came over, concerned that her voicebox was glitching out. The memory makes you smile as you clock in for the day.
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On this morning, this perfectly average Tuesday morning, you do a double-take at one of the display cases. Empty. It definitely isn’t supposed to be, so you walk over to take a look at it. You stop a couple of inches away from the glass and squint at it like this is some optical illusion. Yep, definitely empty, no amount of rubber-necking or suspicious glances appear to be changing that. Also, it looks like the top panel has been unceremoniously smashed in. In fact, it took you a perfectly normal amount of time to notice that the whole upper half of the glass box is shattered. Yes. And, like the awe-inspiring detective you are, you start looking around on the floor. You know, just in case the old Chica arm had hopped out of its display case and was lying around somewhere. Okay, so maybe it’s a little hard to wake up on a Tuesday no matter what your job is. 
You’re almost surprised that management didn’t tell you about the missing exhibits before your shift, but then you remember how low they keep setting the bar. They probably didn’t know, or didn’t care. You move to check the rest of the displays yourself and see that an original Fredbear top hat has also disappeared. This horrible loss is enough to properly wake you up. That was your favorite exhibit. It was a nice little hat that will be sorely missed. You take a minute to grieve the tragic loss before you see your good pal (the staff bot who you might owe $50 to someday) vacuuming around the golden Roxy statue. You jog over to it and give a little wave.
“Hey! How’s it going?” You say. It turns off the vacuum and looks over at you. It blinks twice and gives you a thumbs-up. 
“Happy to hear it! Doesn’t look like you got covered in soda like last week, so that’s good. Hey, if that ever happens again, you can come to me if you need a hand with cleaning it off. I’m getting pretty good with those chem wipes. Also, two of the exhibits are missing: the Chica arm and the old top hat. Do you know anything about that?” You ask, remembering your original mission mid-sentence and pointing at the crime scene. In response, the staff bot looks at the ground for a minute, then tilts its head quizzically. It turns to look down the hallway and makes a little ping sound at a nearby security bot. The security bot comes over and the two of them look at each other silently for a minute. Robot-to-robot conversation, robot-to-robot communication. The security bot looks briefly at the floor like the staff bot did, then the two resume their telepathic chat. You begin to wonder if you should ask again later when they both turn to look at you. The security bot beeps a few times. 
“...Did you see anything suspicious around the displays recently?” You offer, guessing at what the security bot is trying to communicate. It shakes its head in response. 
“Can you check the security camera footage from last night?” It nodds this time. 
“Great! So, do you see anything..?” You wait a moment. Maybe the security bot didn’t hear you? It keeps looking at you but doesn’t respond, doesn’t move. Your fazwatch buzzes on your wrist, and you read the screen, confused.
REQUESTING SECURITY CLEARANCE ...
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APPROVED
UPDATED SECURITY CLEARANCE FOR: DAYCARE ENTRANCE
Ok. Well, that’s something. But the daycare has been closed for long before you even got hired, and you doubt that whoever stole the two displays would have any reason to put them there. (Our great detective has deemed this a case of larceny, deducing that there iss a thief afoot.)
“The daycare? You want me to go to the old daycare..?” You ask. The security bot nods. 
“Shouldn’t I go to the security office for this sort of thing?” It doesn’t respond. Your fazwatch opens the pizzaplex map and begins charting a course for the daycare. There’s your answer, you suppose. The security bot begins rolling back to its post and you shout a quick thank-you. Turning back to your dear friend and colleague, staff bot, you shrug.
“Well, the security bots probably know a lot better than I do. I’ve got about an hour, so I’m gonna go check it out. Wish me luck!” You give it a dramatic little salute. It blinks in acknowledgment and goes right back to vacuuming.
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It always bothered you that “Floor 1” isn’t always the first floor of a building. Sometimes, it’s literally the second floor. You are reminded of this tragedy as you take the elevator down to the “Ground Level” and step out onto the balcony. (Note that even the “Ground Level” has two levels. Fazbear Entertainment really dropped the ball on this one.) You shuffle out of the elevator, leaving room for the family passing by while checking your faz-map. It says that you just have to go left. And there it is, a large pair of doors labeled “Superstar Daycare Pick-Up”. You’ve never had to go inside, but it still shocks you that you never noticed the entrance before. The lights above the door are off and all the paint is faded, so it’s admittedly hard to spot. You hesitate for a second, just standing there, staring at the door handle. You get the sense that you aren’t supposed to be here, like you’re a child about to get caught doing something that you were told not to. Reminding yourself that you were literally told to come here, you try to shake the feeling. As weird as this whole thing is, you’re pretty curious to see whatever the security bot has sent you to find. Besides, if this yields nothing, you can just stop by the security office and ask somebody else for help. You finally turn the handle and step through the door.
Here you find a large, poorly lit, and lifeless area. There are only a few posters on the walls, lit by bands of neon light. Some are of the band, but you notice several that depict a sun figure and a moon figure. These advertise some “Sundrop” and “Moondrop” candies. You find it weird for the Fazbear advertisement team (faz-vertisement, if you will) to come up with new characters just to promote some candy that you’ve never even heard of. Weird when they will typically do whatever they can to “show the audience our beloved cast of Fazbear Ent. characters that you know and love” (reuse the same old clipart of the animatronics for most ads because, collectively, they do not give a single damn). But here are two characters you have never seen before. Something entirely new. A sun and a moon. 
You walk over to the posters and note the layer of dust clinging to them. The sun and moon look very similar in design and are clearly each other’s counterparts. You’re the museum guide, the person who probably knows the most about the pizzaplex’s history, and yet you’ve never heard anything about these two characters. Maybe these were just a part of the daycare’s shtick since the entrance also has a sun and moon on it? You decide to grab a couple of these posters as potential stand-ins for the missing exhibits. Even if you don’t need the interim replacements, you’ll definitely want to look into these characters later. 
You pass a little fountain surrounded by the world’s jankiest fake palm trees on the way to the end of the hall. It’s impossible not to marvel at the dichotomy of how cheap or extravagant Fazbear Entertainment can be. There are some lights around the fountain’s edge, but the water isn’t running, just lying quietly at the basin. Your footsteps echo over the checkered PVC floor tiles and the poor lighting doesn’t let you see the ceiling. It looks like it might go on infinitely. This room feels too big. You grip your phone a little tighter. 
You eventually come to a big, metal shutter door with a little panel to the right. Using your sleeve, you wipe the dust off the screen. After a few taps, it begins to boot up and update. You are presented with a few options, and “Open Daycare Entrance [A]” immediately catches your eye. You press the button and it makes a little ping sound.
 AUTHENTICATING CLEARANCE, PLEASE WAIT… 
Your watch buzzes, and you flinch at it, startled. It shows a loading wheel for just a second before the panel beeps again. 
STAND CLEAR OF SHUTTERS UNTIL FULLY OPEN 
And the metal doors begin to rise. Inside, you spot a golden statue of the sun and moon figures. So they have 3D designs, too. That’s a little too much effort for a couple of candies. This thing looks just as glamorous as the statues of the band members out in Rockstar Row. Impressed, you take a photo and begin walking around this little entrance area filled with chairs. There is a thick net that hangs in front of you with a railing that leaves room for a rainbow slide. The sign above it says “Slide Into Fun!” and points at the opening. Hm. No thanks. 
You lean against the railing and look into the massive space beyond the net. There are a bunch of play structures and a massive river of a ball pit that you can barely make out in the dark. You see a small balcony to your right, on the only wall where there is no netting. It is the only place inside that is properly lit, gleaming in the spotlight, but it doesn’t look like there’s any way to get up to it. Over on the left, you think you see a desk. It’s right next to some large wooden doors, and you’re glad to see a normal entrance so you won’t have to use the slide. It could be fun, don’t get me wrong, but thoughts of dashcon ricochet around your brain as you envision the ball pit at the end. You choose to think about something else. Like your mission! Yes. You’re here to… well, you’re not really sure. Find whatever the security bot wants you to find, I guess. It’s darker in this area, feeling even more abandoned than the fountain area before. You can’t really see, but you doubt that the (potential) thief would choose to stick around in the building, so you don’t think that’s what you’re looking for here. There’s no one else in the entrance area, so you’ll have to go inside the daycare to see if there’s anyone you can talk to. Maybe there’s a security bot who guards the place, and maybe it knows what happened. So, to get inside, you’ll have to make your way down some stairs and circle around the walled-in (netted-in?) daycare area to get to those doors.
Said doors feel a lot taller when you’re right in front of them. It’s a little intimidating, to be honest. From here, you can see the corners of the mechanisms that open the door, and you’re glad that the doorknobs about 20 feet up are just ornamental. This does, unfortunately, leave you with no idea of how to actually open the doors. The thought of flailing about to grab those doorknobs gives you a laugh, at least. For lack of a better idea, you knock on the door. 
“Anybody here? Knock knock.” You say to yourself, trying to come up with a plan to get in. You most certainly don’t expect a reply.
“Who’s there?” Rings a response in a muffled, robotic voice. This makes you jump like a cat. There really is something in there, and it’s definitely not a security bot. But that doesn’t sound like the voice of anybody in the band; it has a completely different intonation and almost rumbles at the end of its words. Each of the glamrocks has a distinctive voice, and this doesn’t match any of them. And, above all else, it just set you up for a knock-knock joke. Now this is serious. It’s one thing to meet a mystery robot in an abandoned area of a technologically-unmatched pizzaplex, but it’s something else to get the perfect set-up for a real bad pun. You’re gonna have to think hard about this one, pull out all the stops. You could use the ol’ classic “Boo-who” but that’s too basic, too predictable. There’s one about yodeling, but you don’t remember how the second part goes, so you’ll have to improvise a bit.
You settle with a “Wa.” 
A few clicks resound behind those doors. You take a small step away from whatever they came from.  
Your mysterious interlocutor responds after a moment, sounding genuinely curious: 
“Wa who?” 
“Mario, is that you?” You offer, hoping that your improvised punch-line makes sense. After a second, a hearty chuckle echoes from inside the daycare. There’s a rumble as the doors before you start to swing open (which makes you jump again, but this time it feels more like the frantic wiggle of a disgruntled worm than the hop of a cat). The doors open slowly, making you wait a moment before gingerly taking a step inside and looking around. 
The darkness is almost complete in here, and the air feels heavy. There is a particularly dark area around the play structure right in front of you, casting even more shadows around itself. Within that darkness, you see a wavering, orange glow. Two pinpricks of light loom above you, shining down from this structure. You realize that this must be your new “friend.”
“I’ve never heard that one before,” It muses, “but I don’t think it’s legally advisable for any Fazbear Entertainment staff to mention Mario by name. Copyright infringement is against the rules.”
You realize that the glowing orange points are a pair of eyes. Eyes that are firmly locked on you during the slow tilt of its head. There are some other glowing areas around them, but they’re dim enough that you can’t make out their shapes.
“Ah, right. Definitely wouldn’t want to cause a lawsuit.” Your voice doesn’t even echo in this cavernous space. You are suddenly made very aware that you’re completely alone with this thing. In the dark. Pretty far away from anyone. Spooky, but you’re being so brave about it. 
The eyes before you do a whirling clockwise spin while the entire patch of orange glow moves rhythmically downwards. You hear something land gently on the floor with the rattle of a bell, crouching to absorb the impact. Those eyes are still on you, and you don’t think they’ve blinked at all. You are aware of how difficult it would be to evacuate this area. Deeply aware.
“Can’t have any guests overhearing the unlicensed use of another company’s character, now can we? Well, we’re alone in here, so I suppose I could let it slide…” The voice gives a dramatic hum as the stranger stands up, eyes rising to a height that towers over you.
“And I did like the joke... Alright, we can overlook this one. But you should be more careful, you know. I’m sure it would be a terrible hassle if Nintendo tried to sue the company again.” There’s a creak of metal and plastic as the figure seems to lean to the left, chuckling to itself. A few bells ring from the light source as its shoulders bounce with the laugh. Then, you hear a gasp.
“Oh- Now where are my manners? This is no way to welcome our new guest!” It speaks with a completely different energy, standing upright again. 
“Do forgive me, and allow me to introduce myself properly!” There’s a tap-tap-tap of steps as those luminous eyes get closer. You shuffle backward and tense at the sudden approach, arms raised defensively. This thing sounds kind enough, but hearing a massive metallic creature approach you from the dark and seeing nothing but its glowing eyes is pretty fucking scary.
Seeing your reaction, it comes to a stop. Now that it’s closer, you can see its eyes flash with a concerned look that darts around your face before landing nervously on the ground. It almost looks like it’s deflating, the way the lights seem to shrink in on themselves. You hear quiet, rapid taps from where you imagined its hands might be held, fidgeting.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry! Did I frighten you? Goodness- that’s no good, no good at all-” It keeps stumbling over its terse apologies, slowly backing away. Its body language makes it seem so much smaller than you, even though this colossal silhouette is obviously anything but. Those eyes are squinted in what might be the start of panic, or dejection. Oh great. We gave the poor robot anxiety.
“No, no, it’s fine- I just got a little, uh... Surprised because I can’t really see what’s happening and I don’t know what-” You’re cut off by the sound of a whack sound coming from the animatronic’s face. You realize it just facepalmed. 
“Of course! Oh, how silly of me, how ridiculous! I can’t very well introduce myself if you can’t even see me, now can I? Here- Give me just a moment-” It turns and disappears into the daycare, its muttering growing distant. You notice that, despite the bells you heard before, it was nearly silent as it left. After a moment of wondering if you should be worried, a click reverberates from above as the lights buzz to life. This causes you to squint for a minute, feeling just as blind as when you were in the dark. You blink until your eyes adjust and look into the now-illuminated daycare. The entire space looks much more inviting in the light; everything popping with color and life. Now, you can finally get a good look at the animatronic who’s approaching, more sheepishly this time. 
It’s easy to tell that they're at least 8 feet tall, even though they bow their head to appear less intimidating. It folds its hands together in the same way that an old lady might when she’s saying something sweet, except this colossal robot has four arms to work with. Double the gesture, double the sentiment, I guess. You think those fingertips might be pointed, but you’re choosing not to look too close. Its face is round with a crescent shape on the inside and two rows of triangles on the outside. You get the impression of one of those sun/moon theater masks: one that might be happy on one side, then sad on the other. There’s a large nightcap sitting at an angle on its head; the end of it rests on his shoulder and sways slightly with each step. All of the robot’s clothing look soft and flowy, giving it a very gentle and elegant appearance. Whatever plastic its face is made of, it’s clearly malleable, allowing the animatronic to make minute shifts in its expression for a precise demonstration of emotions. You have to admit, whoever designed the animatronics here is some kind of genius.
“There. Let me try one more time.” It sighs with an apologetic smile.
The half-sun, half-moon character stops before you and gives a dignified bow, the motion smooth and practiced.
“My name is Eclipse, I am the caretaker of the Superstar Daycare. It’s very nice to meet you. Welcome, and sorry again for the poor first impression.” They address you. Their smile is so genuine that you can’t help but mirror it as you return the greeting, introducing yourself in turn. 
“Come in, come in! Make yourself at home! Here, allow me to get you a seat-” They respond, visibly straightening up now that they know that there’s no hard feelings. You know that they literally glow, but they still seem so radiant with their rejuvenated spirit. That smile of theirs definitely got wider, and they move with a skip in their steps. They pull up two of the few adult-sized chairs and set them by a small, plastic table. It stands by one of the chairs and gestures for you to sit, intending to push in your chair for you. It’s pointedly gentle with this, too, even speaking slightly quieter because you were closer. You have to admit, this Eclipse is quite a charming host, and a fascinating character. After you are seated, they sit in their own chair and rest their upper pair of arms on the table between you, tapping their fingers rhythmically. The anxiety from before is gone, but an excited energy still dances behind those eyes.
“We don’t get a lot of guests, so it truly is an honor! Is there anything I can help you with, my dear guest?” He asks, tilting his head a little. 
“Yes, actually,” You begin, “I’m the tour guide for the museum area along Rockstar Row, and two of the exhibits disappeared last night. The cases were broken, so it looks like they might have been stolen. I tried to ask one of the nearby security bots about it, and it sent me here to learn more.” You point at your faz-watch and Eclipse looks truly enraptured by your every word.
“I see! Terribly sorry to hear about the exhibits, but that does explain a thing or two. I just got a request to authorize someone’s security clearance to come in here. I didn’t know what it could possibly be for, but I guess that must have been you!” 
“Yeah! Though I still don’t get why they wanted me to come here. Especially when there’s a dedicated security office for this sort of thing.” You admit. Eclipse chuckles at that and rests its chin in one of its hands, its eyes narrowing with a cheeky flaire.
“If I had to guess, that would be because I’m the head of security, here at the Pizzaplex.” His grin seems to widen at your surprise. He titters briefly before continuing, each laugh lighter than the flutter of a moth’s wing.
“Yes, funny how the head of security isn’t in the security office, isn’t it? Well, there’s rarely anything that requires my input down there. Though, I wonder why they didn’t just show you the camera footage when you asked, even if you aren’t security personnel-” He trails off, closing his eyes for a moment. His brows furrow and his smile slips for just a moment.
“Ah. So that’s why… But surely it would have…” They go quiet for a little longer, eyes flickering about beneath their eyelids. They hum quizzically as they open their eyes and look back at you with an unreadable expression.
“It looks like there are no recordings from the Rockstar Row’s security cameras from last night… But I’m certain I was able to see through them at the time, and I didn’t receive any kind of notifications about them malfunctioning later… That’s…” It gives a defeated laugh.
“It looks like I’ll have to investigate a bit more thoroughly, then.” They conclude, shrugging with their second pair of arms. 
“Well then! I’ll be in contact if I find anything, but you should go get ready for today’s tours.” He waves a hand and you feel your faz-watch buzz in response. On the screen, you see a message from Eclipse that just says “Hello :)” from a messaging app that management occasionally contacts you with. On the time above the notification, you can see that there are only 10 minutes until the first tour starts. Oh shit. You need to get moving. Eclipse springs to his feet and motions you to the door with a flourish of all four arms. 
“Feel free to message me if you need anything else, we’re always happy to help. It’s truly been lovely meeting you, and good luck with today’s tours!” They conclude with a showman’s poise. You thank them as you hurry out the door, to the stairs. Before leaving the daycare, you turn to give the grand play area one last glance, hoping to wave to Eclipse on the way out. You aren’t able to spot them, just a metal cable unfurling from the ceiling, falling to a point behind one of the play structures. Then, the lights go out, leaving you in a little hollow of light around the golden sun and moon statue. It’s a bit sad that you couldn’t say another goodbye, but you decide you’ll make up for it when you aren’t possibly running late for work. You are very grateful for the reminder, but you’re certain you never told them when the first tour was starting.
- - -
You return to Rockstar Row with 7 minutes to spare. Thankfully, your favorite staff bot has been kind enough to clean up the broken glass around the missing exhibits while you were gone. You make a mental note to thank them later, then make a physical note to place by the exhibits: 
“This exhibit is temporarily absent for routine maintenance and repairs” You write with your best handwriting and hope that it sounds official enough that the guests won’t interrogate you about it. You are so caught up in thinking about excuses you can give people or where you might find a temporary replacement that you don’t notice the heavy footsteps that stop right behind you.
“Hey, heads up. Somebody’s gonna walk right into ya if you’re spacing out in the middle of the walkway.” A voice snaps you out of it. You turn to see a pair of nonchalant, red eyes looking down at you over a pair of star-shaped shades. The legendary Montgomery Gator himself stands in front of you, with one hand on his hip and his head tilted like he’s somewhere between casual and completely uninterested. 
“Right, yeah. Didn’t mean to get in your way, sorry.” You take a step back, out of the way, shaking your head once to clear your mind like an etch-a-sketch. 
“Don’t sweat it.” Monty adjusts his sunglasses. You expect the animatronic to keep walking, but he’s still looking at you, so you raise an eyebrow at him.
“Hey, you’re the museum guide, right? Not that you can call this handful of trinkets much of a museum... I heard you got hired a while back, but I never got the chance to see for myself. So, I’m Monty.” It seems he’s landed on casual over disinterested as he holds out his hand for a handshake. You return it, both of you giving a firm couple of shakes and feeling some mutual respect for it. It isn’t every day that someone returns a nice, solid handshake with the same amount of gusto. 
“It’s nice to finally meet you! I was trying to find the time to properly introduce myself, but this works, too. And yeah, we lost two exhibits last night, so the museum’s looking even more sparse than usual. Not really sure how I’m going to fill the tour time I usually spend on those, but I’ve only got 5 minutes to figure it out.” You say, shaking your head and shrugging in exaggerated defeat.
“Yeah, I noticed the empty cases. That’s tough. Someone should probably remove the broken glass, though; some kid’s gonna get hurt on that. So, did somebody steal ‘em?” He asks. He’s nonchalant about it, but he seems genuinely interested. Maybe there’s a secret passion for gossip and drama under that rough exterior... Or maybe he’s just concerned for everyone’s safety. Either way, his eyes are still locked on you.
“That’s what it seems like, but I’m not sure. I asked around and nobody seems to know what happened- the staff bots were even saying that they can’t access the security footage from last night… Well, I’m sure this incident has already been reported or logged in whatever system, so it’s probably out of my hands. Still, I’m gonna ask around for any signs of a break-in. Oh, speaking of, did you see anything weird last night?” You realize just how little you know about the situation as you recount everything, it’s all so odd. Monty immediately shrugs and shakes his head at your question, which is only a little disappointing. 
“Nope, I did a little patrolling around the atrium last night, but I spent most of my free time playin’ the bass.” He says, making air guitar motions for emphasis. Suddenly, he flashes a playful smile, then gives you a suspicious side-eye.
“Hey, you think I’m a suspect or something? This is startin’ to feel like an interrogation- I do have an alibi if you’re not convinced by my testimony, detective.” He makes sure to bitterly enunciate every syllable of the word. If he wasn’t smiling, you might think he was being serious, but you play along.
“Hmm, I really can’t rule it out… Anyone could be the perp- even me! No one suspects the detective, after all!” You dramatically wiggle your fingers at him, to which he feigns a shocked gasp. It’s incredible how these guys can make such realistic breath sounds with their voiceboxes. 
“We should’a known it was you, you connivin’ little punk!” He really hams up the act, pointing at you and everything. You laugh a couple times, internally commending his dedication to the bit. Even though you just met, he’s joking around with you like you’re old friends. It’s nice to be treated like you’re a cool dude without having to prove anything, and Monty immediately gives you that respect. You appreciate it.
“Seriously though: I don’t think you could wear the tophat with that mohawk of yours, and god knows what you would even need an old Chica arm for. So, I think you’re off the hook for now.” You gaze off towards your desk and the exhibits nearby it. There appears to be a small crowd gathering over there. You’re wondering what that’s all about when it strikes you.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for the tour.” You say, deadpan. After a beat, you start running over to your desk, dodging a kid. You don’t turn around, but you briefly look over your shoulder to say goodbye.
“See ya later, alligator!” Which works doubly well because he really is an alligator. You catch an amused Monty in the corner of your eye, and it seems like he gets the joke when he barks a single laugh.
“In a while, crocodile!” He shouts after you.
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sanjoongie · 1 year
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FFF~ Day One
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♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: childhood enemies to lovers ♡Word Count: 2,248 ♡Warnings: hate fucking, alcohol consumption, degradation kink, fem dom/ male sub dynamics, face riding, male and female orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH ♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team
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“Soooo, do you remember our friends from elementary school?” Your best friend since childhood brought up oh so casually while eating dinner and catching up.
“Mmm,” You hummed non committedly, chewing on a french fry.
“Well, I promised we’d all meet up later for drinks,” Your friend grinned.
“Really?” You deadpanned, “And you didn’t think to ask me if I had any plans?”
“You never have any plans!” Your friend stated, “Besides, it’s a reunion of sorts. It won’t be proper unless all of us show up.”
You sighed heavily, “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m only staying until I’m pleasantly buzzed and once my stomach is full.”
It would have been a simple obligatory night out, cheering with your best friend, making polite conversation with people you only knew as a child… except for him.
Seonghwa and you had never had a good friendship, even as little children. Seonghwa had always been crying and a pain in your ass. And to Seonghwa, you were the one person who made fun of his sensitivity and he had grown to hate you. So the feeling was mutual… but as adults, it had a sharp edge to it. 
“Wait,” Someone from the group cackled, almost spilling their beer, “Didn’t you used to make fun of Seonghwa for being a cry baby all the time?”
“She did!” Your best friend hooted, “One time he cried about being afraid of the monkey bars after she challenged him to a race and we called him Cry Baby Hwa for a month.”
Seonghwa made a pained expression. “Do we really have to talk about this?”
“It was annoying,” You commented, taking another drink of your cocktail.
“Annoying?” Seonghwa bristled like a hissy cat, “You made my life a living hell!”
“Yeah well I was always the one that the teacher made take care of you when you were crying most of the time and I missed out on all the fun!” You spit back.
Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, “What?”
“Oh yeah, didn’t you miss going on that wooden roller coaster because the teacher thought you had made him cry again so you had to hold his hand while the rest of us went on it?” Someone recalled.
Your best friend’s smile slipped. “Didn’t you cry because the roller coaster was closed down a few months later and you never got to ride it?”
You pressed your lips together. “I don’t remember that.”
“Liar!” Another laughed, “You’ve always been such a bad liar.”
The table continued to recall other memories but you and Seonghwa remained silent. Suddenly this wasn’t so much fun anymore. You stood up abruptly, “I’m gonna head out.”
Everyone protested but you waved them away. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow. It was nice seeing everyone.” You grabbed your purse and made your way out of the pub.
“Hey!” A delicate hand pressed into your shoulder and spun you around. Seonghwa’s uncertain face peered down at you, “Wait.”
You sent a scathing look up at him. “What?”
He chewed nervously on his lip. “I didn’t know that. About the roller coaster.”
“I was an asshole as a kid. I deserved it. Half of the time, you were crying because of me. It wasn’t too far-fetched that our teachers always thought it was me.”
“Did you really hold my hand the entire time we waited for the group to get off the roller coaster?” Seonghwa frowned.
You sighed, watching as your breath came out as mist from the cold. “As I recall, your damn hand was clammy and you kept using my hand to wipe your tears and snot.”
A red blush covered Seonghwa’s face. “Sorry. I was a scared kid.”
You scoffed. “No shit.”
Seonghwa took a deep breath. “Listen, do you want to help me win a bet?”
You stiffened at the statement. “A bet?”
Seonghwa began to sway. “So our friends bet that I couldn't get you to sleep with me because you hated me--”
“Still do,” You corrected him.
That made Seonghwa pause. “Wait, what?”
“Half of my childhood memories are of having to deal with your annoying ass.”
Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion and anger. “I was miserable because of you!”
“So we are in agreement then. We still hate each other’s guts,” You smiled coyly.
Seonghwa dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “This is stupid.”
Your phone chimed and you pulled  it out of your pocket out of habit. There was a text from your best friend saying ‘Enjoy!’ with a cheesy winky face. Wait, did she think… “Oh hell no,” You cursed under your breath. You shoved your phone screen in Seonghwa’s face. “Do you see this? Look what you’ve done!”
Seonghwa winced, “I can go back in there. Then they’ll know I’ve lost the bet.”
“Just so I can hear from my best friend that I let another handsome man escape my clutches yet again? Ugh, this is ridiculous.”
Seonghwa had a dopey smile on his face. “You think I’m handsome?”
You let out a frustrated noise and stomped your foot. “No! Those were her words not mine. God damn it all to hell and back.”
“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re mad,” Seonghwa commented.
You breathed in sharply. Seonghwa’s eyes were twinkling at you. “No. I said no Seonghwa. I don’t know what you’re thinking but get the idea out of your head right now.”
Seonghwa took a step closer to you. “Actually, you didn’t say no.”
Your heart began to race. “Don’t, Seonghwa. Just don’t.” You were buzzed enough that the thought of sleeping with someone, anyone, was quite tantalizing. You weren’t drunk but you had drunk enough to feel your stomach spinning with excitement.
Seonghwa was close enough that his nose could brush yours if he wanted to. HIs eyes became hooded and his hot breath hit your cheek, clashing with the cool air. “Just say no then. I’m a gentleman.”
You swallowed. Your nerves were burning with anticipation. All you had to do was walk away, it was just that easy. But it was just as easy to say yes.
That’s how you found yourself in a cheap motel down the road, hand pressed palm down on Seonghwa’s stomach as you rode him. His hands clenched the sheets below in white-knuckled fists, mouth opened slightly to moan. 
“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” You said to him, “I used to be your bully and now you couldn't wait to to fuck me?”
Seonghwa whined below you, nose and cheeks still red from the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “But it’s so good!”
You smirked. “Of course it’s good. Because you enjoy being put down by me.”
His hands dared to move from the bed to your hips and you slapped his stomach in retaliation. “Did I say you could touch me?”
His eyebrows furrowed delicately. “Please.”
“No,” You said in a clipped tone. You took his hands in your own and leaned over so that you could pin them above his head, “You don’t get that privilege.”
Seonghwa’s hips bucked upwards, even more turned on by the notion that there were things he was not allowed to do. Your faces were closer now and your breasts brushed his chest. They swung with your movement and Seonghwa whimpered. “I need--”
“This is not about what you need, Seonghwa. This is about what I want.”
You let go of his wrists, with a stern eye to make sure his hands stayed there and then you propped yourself up on the balls of your feet so you could bounce more efficiently. Seonghwa was like a mewling, desperate thing below you, crying out at the change of pace. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Wanna cum!”
You scoffed at him. “I bet you can barely fill the condom with your shot, hmm, Hwa?”
His eyes shot open and for a brief, brief moment something changed. You had slipped and called him the short version of his name. You had told him once when you were children that Seonghwa sounded too dignified, so you had shortened it. In reality, your best friend had a lisp, so you were helping her out.
“I can!” He insisted. 
You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be lucky if I even get to climax from this. You gonna cum already, you big baby? Can’t handle my pussy, can you?”
Seonghwa’s face was in a pained expression again but you were starting to realize it was actually what he did when he was feeling good. He gasped arching his back and then he groaned loudly, slumping back to the bed again. 
You sighed heavily. “You’re useless.”
You lifted yourself off of him, pulling the condom off of his now-softening dick and threw it in the trash. “There. Now you can claim your prize and all our friends can assume that we have made up.”
“Wait, wait,” Seonghwa panted, “You didn’t…?”
“Please,” You belittled him, “Like I hadn't already prepared for that.”
Seonghwa’s eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as he said, “Then use me. Get off. Take your pleasure from me.”
You looked at him like he had grown another head. “Haven’t you had enough? You are a little degradation slut, aren’t you?”
Seonghwa shuddered lightly. “Si-sit on my face.”
“Really? You couldn't make me come with your pitiful cock and you think you can do better with your tongue?” You had already reached for your bra and shirt, preparing to leave.
Seonghwa found the energy to push himself up on elbows. Sweat pulled his hair down against his face and scalp. He looked like you had rode him well. “I can. I can do it.”
“Fine,” You agreed. “But you’re splitting the reward of the bet with me. I’m doing all the damn work here.”
Seonghwa gave you eager eyes as you settled your legs on either side of his head. He moved to wrap his arms around your legs but you tsked at him. “Did you not learn the first time?”
Seonghwa pouted, “But how am I--?”
“You don’t, Hwa. Cute to think that you’d get to be in charge here too.” You waited expectantly but Seonghwa looked up at you with a confused face. “Hwa, stick out your tongue, my god, are you sure you give good head?”
Seonghwa pouted, “Haven't had any complaints.” But still obeyed your orders and stuck his tongue out.
You rode Seonghwa’s face, moving your hips eagerly, searching out the high you had been denied earlier. After a bit, you focused on the pleasure that was blossoming from your lower half. You sat more firmly on Seonghwa, who let out a brief noise of worry before groaning into your cunt. Your thighs pressed against the side of his head, mound brushing his nose every once in a while as you moved your clit along his rough tongue. His groans made gorgeous vibrations against your sensitive nub and you gasped at the added pleasure. It wasn’t until Seonghwa wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked that you lost all control. Your hand descended into his hair, gripping it hard as you rode his face.
“Harder, Hwa, harder,” You encouraged him.
You tipped over the side of pleasure, crying out as your climax washed through you. And as you experienced your high, Seonghwa’s tongue moved to clean you of all your juices, careful of overstimulating you. 
You sighed, this time peacefully, appreciative that you got something from this at least. You heaved your body to the other side of the bed and smirked as Seonghwa breathed in deeply from his mouth. You casted a glance over at your bed partner, and his face was covered in your juices. He was currently using his tongue to capture it all from his face.
“Dirty boy,” You mused, “Can’t get enough of my cunt, can you?”
Seonghwa shook his head. “I can’t.”
You got up and cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. You were fully clothed by the time you came out. Seonghwa was midway putting his pants back on, hopping with one foot stuck in a leg. You rolled your eyes. He really wasn’t capable of anything. Except maybe giving head. 
“Well, I’ll just head out then,” You said a-matter-of-factly.
“Wait!” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with worry, “Let me take you home.”
“Seonghwa, this is not that kind of thing. This was simply a transactional deal, nothing more,” You cautioned him.
“You’re still buzzed and you take public transportation. Let me take you home.” 
You pushed your mouth to the side. It was late and the sketchy folk did tend to pop out of the seams at this time. It’s not like it wasn’t a good idea. You just didn’t like the fact that Seonghwa could be trying to wiggle his way in for more; more what, of that you were unsure.
“Alright, I’ll let you escort me home,” You relented. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as if you had just told him he could get candy at the store. “But!’ You said, raising a finger, “I’m not letting you inside.”
Seonghwa smiled happily, eyes searching for his jacket. “That’s fine, I live close anyways.”
The both of you froze, you in disbelief and Seonghwa for getting caught. “Excuse you?” You whispered faintly.
“Shit,” Seonghwa swore quietly.
“Park Seonghwa,” You said, drawing yourself up with every inch of righteous rage, “Was this a set up?”
Seonghwa smiled painfully, “No?”
“I’m going to throttle you,” You threatened.
“Please?”
♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH
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thetempleofnyx · 2 years
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wanna be a friend you can keep | 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠
summary: you never really thought about just how skilled your best friend is in bed until suna shows you what happens when you question him.
a.n: for @crybabycrisis 'lost a bet collab' Honeymoon Avenue Lost a Bet collab! thank you for letting me join cloudie! 
c.w. : a mirror is involved :)), squirting, suna's a little shit, but it feels so so good, pet names like angel and sweetheart, use of the word c*nt, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up irl y'all), brief mention of alcohol. ummm, pls let me know if i missed anything!
w.c: approx. 4k
:)
suna loves having you as his girlfriend. "such a pretty little thing," he thinks to himself as he watches you prance around your apartment, wearing only an oversized t-shirt of his. it had only been a month since you began this relationship with him, but how did you end up by suna's side? that was a long story.
the two of you were best friends first, having known each other since high school. you were the first person suna called for his accomplishments, from graduating high school to going pro, making the EJP Raijin team, to celebrating when he made the Japan national team and went all the way to the olympics; you were right there beside him for it all. and suna has been there for all of yours; every school graduation, promotion, or a new job, he's been there to celebrate you, so it's no secret that the two of you are incredibly close. so close that you share everything with the other, including when you're disappointed or frustrated about the state of your sex life.
it was a typical weekend hang out for the two of you, gathered in your living room, watching real housewives with snacks and drinks to unwind from the throes of adult life. suna was hardly paying attention to what was happening on TV, scrolling through twitter on his phone and barely listening to you talk to him about this last guy you've been dating.
"suna, you're not listening to me!" you complain, hitting his arm and lunging to grab his phone. you forget that as a professional volleyball player, the tall man has reflexes superior to yours and quickly moves out of the way, causing you to grab at nothing as he pushes you away from him back into the couch. "sunaaaa," you whine, but he still pays you no mind. "ugh whatever. so as i was saying, this guy just sucked. just like all the others. a one pump chump who failed to make me come, and i'm upset!" you lament, dramatically throwing yourself onto his lap.
suna, ever the blasé boy responds, still scrolling through whatever app that's occupying his attention, "that's because you always choose losers who don't know what they're doing."
offended, you scoff, "no, i do not! what do you mean i always choose losers?" a little burp leaving your mouth, the drink you'd been nursing making you hiccup.
"i mean exactly that. the past few guys you've been with each sucked worse than the last in bed. one guy refused to eat you out at all, claiming that he likes it when girls go down on him, but he could never do it to someone else. and the other guy! who really thought he was doing something rubbing at your coochie lip instead of your clit. when you tried to tell him exactly what you needed, he got it right for a minute only to end up back at the wrong spot? yeah, remember him? all losers."
noting that you didn't say anything in response to him, he looked down at you to see you frowning, "i'm sorry, but you really know how to pick 'em, don't you?" he jests as he lightly flicks your forehead.
"ow!" you whine. "whatever, it's not like you're any better. i bet all men are the same." you mumble into his torso. now you know this isn't true. as his best friend, some people felt too comfortable singing his praises to you of how well suna pleases whoever he chooses to bed. and you've never really entertained the thought of finding out for yourself. 
until now, that is.
"what are you down there mumbling?" he asks. deciding that you're really gonna take this step, you sit up, now eye level with the green-eyed boy, the little alcohol you had earlier giving you the confidence to cross that line with him, "i bet you're no better than all those other guys. bet you couldn't make me come." now suna may give off a nonchalant attitude, some may even say lazy, especially when it comes to things he doesn't really care about but there are a few things you know. one is that he deeply cares for you, and two, he never backs down from a challenge.
chuckling darkly, he set his phone to the side and looked at you. "i'm not sure where this is coming from, and i'm not opposed to it either." he said, leaning closer to you, his lips just a breath from yours. "but are you sure you wanna go there? because i could make you feel things all those losers could only dream about making you feel."
your eyes trace down his face, stopping at his lips before looking back into his eyes, "oh yeah? then prove it." you say with a smirk. with a widening grin, suna cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer, "your wish is my command." before crashing his lips against yours, taking your breath away.
part of you wishes you had kept your mouth shut because then you wouldn't have found yourself in the situation you're in now. 
hot, hazy and heavy is the atmosphere of your bedroom as suna has you sat on his lap, his thighs holding yours open so that he can see all of you. your breathing is laboured as one of his long fingers lightly toys with your clit, his other hand exploring your body, grabbing what he can, squeezing what he can, teasing what he can.
"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart." he gently commands, his voice smooth and deep.
you look up to see jade eyes peering at you as his lips leave electrifying kisses against your skin. he's reduced you to a moaning mess in mere minutes. it feels like you've already been at it for hours. Still, he's barely begun, and you're already feeling overstimulated, like everything he's doing is too much and not enough at the same time.
but suna is in no rush. he does nothing about your complaints but coo at you, "but i like seeing you like this," he breathes against your shoulder, the warm air from his mouth tickling your skin and making you shiver. you press your body into his, and the skin-on-skin contact grounds you just a little.
"you look so desperate, baby; your body strung so taut in my hold."  he taunts while leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up the length of your neck to the space just below your ear. "look like you're ready to snap," he emphasizes with a slight bite to your ear and a light flick of his finger to your clit.
you're so high-strung that pleasure rushes through you at the small gestures, "oh fuck!" you groan, thighs trembling as you uncontrollably buck your hips up. suna grabs your jaw, turning your head towards him and capturing your lips in his. you whimper into his mouth, allowing his tongue to curl around yours. 
"now look," he says, pulling away from you, a string of saliva connecting the two of you like a string of fate. he turns your head, fingers holding your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror again, and you're a little embarrassed at the lewd scene before you. your clit is on display, puffy, swollen, and desperately begging to be touched again as suna purposefully ignores it, running his fingers through your folds instead and coating them in your slick. the dirty sound of how wet you are makes you leak even more. "since you like challenges, i would like to make one with you." he poses, a long finger shallowly dipping inside you.
"what would that be?" you ask, your voice shaking with need. 
"i bet i can make you come once for every loser boy who failed to make you do so." 
you're so focused on how good he's already making you feel as another finger joins the other, inching inside you at an agonizingly slow pace; you agree to his challenge with no clue of what you've gotten yourself into.
suna, the mischievous boy, meets your gaze with a cheshire cat grin, "excellent."
slipping his fingers out of you, he takes your hand and guides it over your clit. "show me how you touch yourself," he practically purrs, and you sob a little at the loss of his fingers, but you do as he says, rubbing light circles against yourself. his other hand slides down from your face, over your chest and torso, down to your thighs to help keep your legs open for him. you sloppily pick up the pace on your clit and tremble in his hold at the mounting pressure.
"just like that," he coos, pleased with how tantalising you look to him.
"my pretty baby, look at you," he murmurs against your ear. "so filthy touching yourself like this." 
suna slowly rocks himself against your ass, the heat emanating from your skin and the way your plush flesh slides against his cock as you grind into your hand makes him grunt against you. he curls both his hands around your thighs and spreads them obscenely wide, so he can see all of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he listens to you pleasure yourself.
"all on display just for me," he hums. "does it feel good, sweetheart?" he utters, his own voice husky and broken. "fuck, you feel perfect grinding against me like that."
it does. 
your fingers feel soo good but not as good as his, so you stop, letting him know of your displeasure. "suna," you cry. You sound so beautifully wrecked, it makes him shiver as heat washes over his body. "oh my fucking god," he whispers to himself before addressing you. "what's wrong, angel?" he asks with a wicked grin, knowing exactly what it is you want right now. Still, he wants to hear you say it. "i-"you pause, trying to get your brain to form a coherent thought. "i need more. i want more."
suna pinches at your inner thigh, "did i tell you to stop?"
you whimper at the sudden sternness in his voice, casting your eyes down, unable to hold his gaze. "n-no."
"so why did you? only good angels get what they want." using his thighs once more to keep your legs open, he brings a hand to your chest, slowly teasing your nipple.
you bring your fingers back to your core and rub lazy circles on yourself again, tears budding in your eyes at the lack of stimulation you really need. you're so close, whimpers and cries falling from your mouth like a prayer. suna just sighs in satisfaction. he thinks you look so adorable like this, evident displeasure clearly written on your face, with your cute little pout, unhappy with his teasing. the tears welling at your waterline threaten to spill just for him. and it made him dizzy, the feeling of power he had over you. his cock throbs at how you so eagerly did what you were told, how easily you listened to him.
"now tell me exactly what you want. use your words." 
and you, tired of being played with, look him in the eye, "i want your fingers, rintarou. i want them inside me. i want you to make me feel good like you said you could supposedly do." 
this isn't the first time he's heard you say his name, but fuck did it sound so sweet in this moment.
"see baby, that wasn't so hard…" he says with a wolfish grin, voice dropping to a low whisper as he pinches your nipple, "was it?"
"look," he says, sliding his other hand over yours, guiding it to press circles into your clit together with his. licking the shell of your ear, he speaks, "see baby? you do it just like this. doesn't that feel good?" you can't say anything, too overtaken by the pleasure. all you can do is bite your lip and nod. 
"keep going just like that," he commands, and you're about to complain again when he suddenly plunges two fingers into you, curling them inside you so perfectly. with his fingers' return, your eyes flutter shut, and your back arches away from his chest with a cry, quiet curses flying from your mouth freely. the hand on your chest twists and pulls your nipples until they're swollen to his liking.
he eyes how you writhe around in his lap, your eyes squeezed shut as you chew on your bottom lip. but suna wants to see your pretty eyes on him, so he delivers a sharp pinch to the swollen bud.
 "pay attention and look at me." 
you slowly open your eyes and lock gazes with his, your whole body quivering from the satisfaction of him thrusting his fingers in and out of you at such a slow pace. you stare at him with lidded eyes, and you're the perfect picture of debauchery; it drives him a little insane.
 makes him want to devour you. 
a sheen of sweat glistens across your body, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe.
"god, you're so messy," his thrusts slowly stop as you both look at the creamy sheen your wetness leaves all over his fingers, dripping down to his wrists. "look at how well you're taking me. see the way you stretch around me, creaming around my fingers." he rasps, nipping at your shoulders.
'i wish it was my cock." he groans into your skin and bucks his hips up against you, so you bounce in his lap, his voice deep and rough against your ear. fuck, he sounds so sexy, you thought to yourself, finally noticing just how hard he is underneath you. all of that makes you rub at your clit even faster now, the wet sounds your pussy is making filling the room. you feel like your body is on fire as you unconsciously try to push yourself deeper onto suna's fingers, your ass grinding against his cock as you do so. 
"fuck! fuck fuck suna." you cry. "i-shit, i'm so close. so, so close, and i wanna come so bad," you slur, voice trailing off with a frustrated cry, mind delirious with want. 
you look up at him with pleading eyes, and the little "please" that leaves your mouth is so sweet. how could he deny you what you've been so patiently waiting for? sliding in one more finger to join his others and you keen at the feeling of being so stretched out by him. his thumb pushes your fingers away and rubs vicious circles into your clit in their place. the hand on your breast now curls around your jaw, turning your face as suna deeply kisses you. he whines a little at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his, and your breath quickens into him as he curls his fingers just right.
he's entranced by the way you respond to him as he pushes his fingers even deeper inside you, scissoring until they graze along that sweet spot. your body shudders against him, trying to close your legs around his hand, but his firm thighs hold you open, not allowing you. he pulls away, his teeth catching your bottom lip, lightly sucking and chewing on the flesh before letting go with a pop.
"suna fuck, you're gonna make me come. pl- please, i just need a little more." you cry breathlessly into his space, the two of you dizzy from the lack of oxygen. suna chuckles at your fucked out state, "i told you i would make you feel good." he speaks against your lips, and you clench violently around him. you're so wet. you've made a mess of his hand, his lap, and your bed, but you can't bring yourself to care as a familiar warm tickle begins to fill your body, and it hurts. it hurts but feels so good, so good, and you're so fucking close. 
"i know, sweetheart, i know. you just need a little more, don't you?"
his fingers slip out of your cunt again, and you nearly wail at the loss of your fading orgasm, hips bucking up in the air. 
"shh baby," he coos, "don't worry, i told you i'd take care of you." his hands let go of your thighs to rub up and down your torso, trying to calm you down a bit. 
"i had planned to make you come on my fingers and then again on my cock. but you look too fucking good writhing away in my lap for me to wait. i need to be inside you." 
you're so impatient; you need him inside you right now, or you may go mad. "fuck the bet, rin. i want you. i need you." 
he leans down a bit and kisses you once more before grabbing your legs and throwing them over his, your cunt on full display to him in the mirror. gripping his cock, he guides it to your folds and slowly inches his length inside you. "oh fuck! shit, rin, i'm gonna come! i'm gonna come, i'm gonna-" you throw your head back onto his shoulder in a silent scream of ecstasy, your fingers raking red marks down his arms as white-hot pleasure washes over you, traveling from your abdomen, down your legs, and back up. he moans deeply and hisses at the sting. you clamp down impossibly tight on him, immediately coming from the weight of his cock inside you alone before he can even begin to move. 
"ohh fuck!" he groans, throwing his back and forcing himself to breathe as he almost comes too quick from the sudden vice grip you have on him. your body is shaking on top of him, and tears spill from your eyes; that was probably the best orgasm you will ever have. 
"it's ok, baby," he coos as you try to catch your breath, sweet babbles of nothing leaving your lips. "i know, but i need you to relax." thumbing away your tears and the sheen of sweat at your hairline, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. "do you think you can give me one more? i want to come with you this time." you're not sure if your body can handle it, but you want to come with him, and he's made you feel so good, fucking amazing all this time; you want to do the same for him. "i'm not sure rin, but i want to try for you." 
"thank you, angel." With a beaming smile, he passionately kisses you and starts slowly, angling his hips to find that sensitive spot inside you. he knows he's found it when you squeeze around him tightly. he picks up his pace, driving into that one spot, and you loudly mewl, back arching as you bring your hips down to meet his in sloppy, wanton movements.
"fuck baby, you're so wet. look. look at the mess you've made." a large hand pushes your head down, his fingers tangling in your hair, and you both watch the way his cock disappears in your dripping core. "it's like this pussy was made just for me. fuck, creaming around me so well." 
suna is talking to you, but you're not hearing anything he's saying. you're so close to coming again that your release is the only thing on your mind. suna sees how desperate you are for him, how close you are to coming again, so he slides a hand over your clit and toys with the engorged bud. 
"you're so close, aren't you, angel. wanna feel you come around my cock, ok? go ahead and let go, baby." 
he grips both your thighs, slightly lifting you off his lap as he thrusts up into you with an almost animalistic pace, determined to make you fall apart around him again. you're full-on shouting at this point; suna is hitting inside you so deep, abusing that sweet spot unforgivingly. you bring a hand up and behind you to grab at his hair, not knowing what to do as he whispers filthy things in your ear.
"come on, baby, you feel so good around me, hugging my cock so tight. but i want you to come for me. wanna feel you squeeze around me as you let go. i want you to make me come." 
those words are all you need. your eyes roll back, and you cum almost instantly, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as squeals of his name roll off your tongue and ring in his ears like a bell toll. suna swears he never wants to hear anyone but you say his name like that again. he watches in fascination at how you squirt all over his length, and the sight alone sends suna hurtling over the edge. he drops your legs, a harsh grip on your hips as he slams up into you, his praises of how tight you're squeezing around his cock and taking his cum so well buzz around your head. he watches how your face lewdly slacks with overwhelming pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up, your body twitching in his hold as choked moans spill freely from your lips. once he's emptied himself inside you, he slows his thrusts to a stop, and your body, now spent from coming twice, slumps against him. 
laboured breaths and the quiet smack from the light kisses suna leaves along your neck and shoulder are the only sounds in the room. after calming down for a moment, suna pulls out of you with a hiss, his cock slightly twitching at the sight of his come spilling out of you. you cry at the feeling, suddenly feeling so sore and exhausted and overstimulated. he gently kisses your temple, "it's ok, sweetheart," he murmurs. "fuck—you did so well. you were perfect for me." he moves you both farther into the bed, leaning against the headboard, and lays you down on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact and the sound of his heart calming you down. he brings a hand up to your hair and runs his fingers along your scalp, his other hand running along your back; you feel so relaxed you could fall asleep. 
"you weren't lying." you quietly say. 
"lying about what?" he asks, looking at you confused. 
you turn in his hold to look up at him. "well, not only did you make me come, you made me come twice and managed to make me squirt. no one has ever done that before. i've never even made myself do that before." 
suddenly, gone is the sweet, tender suna of one minute ago, a sly smile appearing on his face. 
"well, i did tell you that i would make you feel things those losers could only dream of making you feel." with a tired smile, you turn back around, snuggling into his chest and playing with his fingers. 
"so that means you won the bet. what do you want for your prize?" suna gently slides you off of him and gets out of bed, shamelessly stretching his naked -albeit impressive, body before you. 
"well, it involves me and you and a date. that's if you'll go on one with me?" a shy but hopeful look taking over his features. "ok. on one condition though." looking at you inquisitively, suna asks, "what do you want?"  
"carry me to the shower? please," you whine, a sheepish and embarrassed look on your face. suna merely laughs at you, equal parts proud he fucked you so good you can't walk and delighted that you agreed to go out with him. "i think that can be arranged." he says before climbing back into bed and covering your face with kisses.
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Only Friends Episode 3 - Who am I to you?
Of which Boston essentially ruins everything 😮‍💨🙅🏾‍♀️
Nick & Boston
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We start with a montage of Nick and Boston having countless highly charged encounters. And while Boston is happy to maintain the status quo, we see Nick starting to question things, unsatisfied with the FWB/f*#k buddy label.
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He asked the internet (and good on P’Jojo and P’Ninew to make a cameo!!!) and did not like the answers he was given. He also found TopBoston photos in their hook up room.
Not surprisingly, he starts becoming suspicious of Boston even while still being in love with Boston (urgh, I guess we cannot choose who we have feelings for, even if it’s someone as narcissistic and selfish as Boston 😮‍💨)
Boston/Nick relationship is on the verge of imploding (well more to do with Nick side, as Boston is currently unaware of it, and even if he does - I don’t think he cares, cause he has always treated Nick as hookup friend and nothing more).
Not to say Nick is an altogether innocent individual - remember he masturbated on Boston's selffie (while looking through a client phone plus putting his own topless picture in said phone), followed by snooping on Boston/Top social media and putting a spyware device in Boston's car (Nick, dearest - we call this stalking 🙅🏾‍♀️ And you can get into big trouble with the authority with this!!)
However, Boston definitely takes the award for being a shitty friend, his ego and pride is bruised when Top decline him, and just to get an up over Top - he used Ray's crush on Mew, putting doubt on both Ray and Top's feelings, trailing havoc and carnage to basically Ray, Mew, Top AND Nick's emotions.
I have the gut feeling the photo/video of Ray/Mew (of course I may be proven wrong with episode 4!) do not tell the whole picture - but the suggestive way he framed it to Top, well...we all know what happened next.
Again, I will reiterate, how creepy Boston is - taking pictures and videos without consent (I bet RayMew did not know their pictures/videos were taken on that day!).
Top & Mew
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These 2 were adorable together when they went on the silent DJ date - I thought listening to your own kind of music with headphones and just jamming together is a fun idea!
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But we start seeing cracks - Top had been so patient with Mew (acting all gentlemanly, playing nice with Mew's friends etc). And we can see he had refrained from going out on his usual hunts (I think the scene of him running in his old hook up buddy (with Mew!), where the ex basically insinuating Top has been missing from the scene and ignoring his msg/calls means to highlight this) - You can see Top appears uncomfortable with that scene, and while Mew is all smiley (and acting all oblivious), I suspect he clocks on this (but whether he chose to act on it, well, it's a different matter altogether).
And so, when Boston showed the RayMew picture, it hits on his vulnerability. Boston knows this - and he has always been good at exploiting on people's weakness. Do I think Top should have given in? Of course not (I mean, why can't he called Mew and asked for an explanation???, urgh...). But, this is a man who up until a few months ago, was having regular sex, using this as a substitute for insomnia and loneliness. Paired with the thought he may be the only one holding the end of his bargain, thinking Mew lied to him - well, in a moment of weakness, Boston pounced (and aptly the reason why he is call The Hunter on the first episode).
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I'm sure this moment will bring regret to Top almost immediately after he has done the deed, and knowing Boston he will used this to further emotionally blackmail Top.
Sand & Ray
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Look, these 2 are my babes. Not gonna lie. Every time they come on screen, I smile. Their banters are a joy to watch. Ray is a charming flirt (also I love his wardrobe, and so kudos to whoever styled Khaotung in those jackets, jeans, tops), and Sand sarcastic responses are always on point.
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We already established Ray is lonely, even within his close circle of friends (who I don't think know him very well at all). And so, to find someone with the same taste of music, don't seem to be faze by his money and as a bonus, attractive and someone he finds sexually compatible, well, that's like a jackpot for him.
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The way their friendship/relationship blossoms is great to watch - Sand is clearly struggling to keep his boundary with Ray, who is persistent and keeps pushing the right buttons on him. I don't think he ever stood a chance, especially after Sand told him in episode 2 "I can be you friend, you don't have to pay me." I think Ray basically took it as green light to do well, everything and anything - oh, both of them may want to keep it as "friends who had sex once" - but well, it doesn't seem to go very well from both end.
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I have no doubt we are heading towards painville with this as well. Especially with Ray's alcoholism still on the horizon and Mew being in the picture - do I think Ray still love Mew? Yes - but I think he is slowly moving from looking at Mew as an unattainable bf/lover to just close friend. Mew has made it clear to Ray many times in episode 2/3 he sees Ray as a friend. And Ray (no matter how dysfunctional he is), has always respected Mew's decision. However, if Ray keeps dropping Sand for Mew each time, that's going to get old very fast for Sand.
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(Also, I need to know what’s the beef between TopSand asap!! The middle finger 🖕 by Sand???? Classic 😂)
Namchuem and April
I wish we get more of this side couple. We barely heard April talk in the last 2 episodes. They seem so sweet together. But also Namchuem, we need to talk how oblivious you are with the other 3 boys in your circle of friends. I don't know whether she knows and just choose to ignore what's happening or she genuinely is oblivious.
Alright, now that I finished ranting, I am ready for episode 4 - is it Saturday yet?
27/08/2023
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